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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 4:46 pm
Too much caffeine made it hard to sleep. Remarque had tossed and turned for about half an hour before crawling out of bed and powering up. It had been a mistake to have that last mug of coffee, though his body had been demanding it—and he really thought it would have taken longer than half an hour to finish the essay that had been plaguing him for the past week. He’d banned himself from going out to collect energy for the past two nights hoping it would motivate him to get the paper done, though he’d disobeyed his own rules, broke his self-delivered curfew, and gone out to gather energy anyway.
His essay was done and submitted, though, so he couldn’t even hold it against himself.
Skipping the park entirely, he’d slipped into a seedy part of town and within the first few minutes found himself a suitable target. Concious, though inebriated in some way. Remarque couldn’t tell if it was alcohol or drugs, but his Mirror Wraith didn’t care. Darting through the male several times, the wraith brought the man to his knees. What should have been an ordinary gathering of energy turned brutal when the half-drained man lashed out, trying to hit the nearly corporeal wraith.
Fueled with adrenaline and caffeine, Remarque had been able to intervene before the man’s hand made contact with the wraith he’d been entrusted with; he slammed his foot into the male’s face, knocking him back into a haphazard heap of garbage cans. It was loud—and it didn’t help that the man let out a slurred scream of help. Remarque had almost been sympathetic—he had almost just drained the man and then let him be on his merry way, but this nameless nuisance had nearly given him a heart attack when he’d threatened the wraith, and he really didn’t want to have to explain to Ares what had happened if it had been destroyed.
Though the wraith could have drained more energy from the male, Remarque didn’t want to chance it; he held out the mirror, silently demanding the wraith retreat to it; he didn’t know if his will had helped affect its decision, or if it decided it had partaken in enough near-death activities for the evening, but the wraith half skipped back into the shard. Remarque tucked it away and lifted the slurring male by his collar, dragging him back towards the mirror he’d just stepped out of, giving him an extra punch to the face to try and shut him up.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 7:44 pm
Caelian was out far past when she should have been, and was skittering around, trying to both keep herself awake, and find her way home. She could not believe that she had managed to get herself turned around in the city where she not only lived in, but grew up in to boot. It was absolutely stupid and ridiculous and what have you. She was in a grumpy mood from this, but stiffened when she felt what must have been a very, very powerful aura, and not a good aura at that. It was one of a chaos user…and it was close.
The page sighed, wondering if she should just wait this out and hope that someone stronger came to help her out with this, or if she should run home and hide, or if she should go and tackle whoever it was head on, and either get hurt trying, or be an absolute hero for defeating the…monster or whatever it was.
For nearly a minute the white haired woman stood there, debating with herself what the best course of action would be, then with a heavy, exasperated sigh she took off towards the aura, peering out from behind a bush, and seeing…
“Oh. Remarque.” Damn. He felt stronger now, and looked different…why were the evil ones getting stronger, and she was still the same. That was a waste of her time…or something. “Why aren’t you home with your mother? Did you get bored of being a good son?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:12 pm
Remarque lifted his head; he’d been so focused on transporting his special new friend that he had nearly missed Caelian approaching. Had she not spoken, he would have been oblivious to her presence, though that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to play it cool. He hefted the man over his shoulders and stood up straight, pretending—quite well—that the man wasn’t heavy enough for the gesture to be uncomfortable.
“Caelian,” he mused in greeting, though didn’t seem particularly thrilled. He had not forgotten the women and their last conversation, though could not resist retorting, “Why aren’t you at home with your daughter? Did you get tired of being a good mother?”
He eyed the mirror; there wasn’t much distance between him and it and he figured that he didn’t have much to worry about from the woman. She hadn’t attacked him before and, cocky as he was, Remarque didn’t think she’d be any sort of threat considering the difference in power between the two.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:57 pm
Raspberry eyes narrowed, and then rolled. How childish. Using the same comment…The boy was still a child after all. Well, maybe not a child…but at least younger than she was…though, it seemed like everyone involved in this war was younger than she was. She was really turning into an old maid. How tragic.
“Tired of being a good mother? No, not at all. But, where are you going with that poor man? I don’t think he would appreciate you taking him somewhere where he doesn’t want to go, and I’m sorry, Remarque.” She held up her powder puff and looked grimly at the eternal senshi. “…But I’m going to have to stop you. Somebody has to stop you. You can’t just go around carrying off civilians like that. It’s very, very rude.”
She was a little worried though, the man in Remarque’s arms must have been at least a hundred and fifty pounds…if he was carrying him without breaking a sweat…then…well…
Caelian might be in a bit of trouble.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 9:31 pm
Obvious amusement—and a bit of annoyance—flickered across Remarque’s face. He wore a cocky, challenging smile. It was obvious that he didn’t think the page could do much to stop him, though he was inclined to humor her—as he hadn’t really had much else on the agenda other than getting this guy into mirror space.
“It’s only rude if they don’t deserve it, Caelian,” Remarque half huffed. “And for your information, this guy had it coming. I’ll have you know that he hurt a very dear friend of mine, so if you’ll excuse me,” he paused, turning towards the mirror. “I’m going to drop him off where I won’t have to worry about him anymore, and then if you’d like to talk we can continue this whole thing, mmkay?”
Perhaps it was cocky for him to have assumed Caelian was harmless enough that he could turn her back on her—or perhaps he was just desperate to get this fatass off his shoulders—but he turned away from her and took several small strides towards the nearby mirror.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 9:35 pm
How dare he just…treat her so rudely! Caelian’s eyes flashed with anger, and the moment that Remarque began to walk away—with his back turned of all things!—She darted after him, then took a swing, longing to box his ears, using her hand that was clutched around the powder puff to do so.
That should teach him not to back talk his elders…and not to be such a cocky, arrogant prince. For a moment, Cealian had half a mind to find his mother and convince her to give the guy a good spanking. Someone had obviously neglected to teach him respect when he was younger, and it was sure showing now.
“Unhand him, or I will make you regret this night.” She really had no hope of winning, but, her anger made her feel stronger, even if it made her act completely foolish and reckless.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:11 pm
The sudden blow on Remarque’s ear was not unlike the ones he had received in the ring, however he was neither expecting or prepared himself for any sort of blow—and to the ear? Well, hell, Caelian had gotten more than lucky; it was enough to disorient him. He nearly stumbled, and his lip curled at the uncomfortable ringing from his ear. He almost hadn’t heard her words, though with a little snarl, he did just as she ordered—he dropped the man onto the ground.
The male let out a harsh groan, but Remarque ignored him and turned to face the woman. “It might have been a better idea if you’d just let me do my business, lady.” He cracked his knuckles as he looked at the page. “Because I really wasn’t looking for a fight tonight. Is this guy really worth risking your health for?” he asked, taking a step to cross the distance between him. She might have been older, but he had the benefit of both youth and power—and infinite cockiness.
And he didn’t seem afraid to flaunt any of it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:21 pm
Well…attacking had seemed like a good idea…or at least it had all of a minute ago. Caelian stood her ground, eyes narrowed, face set in a scowl. This was someone younger, a male, and seemed to really have the upper hand in both physical strength, and…well, in magical strength as well. Had she been completely foolish to pick a fight with this boy? She had already managed to get on his bad side in their last meeting, and now she was boxing his ears.
Well. Perhaps she was becoming a bigger bully than she figured. But…it had worked. He had dropped the man that he was attempting to hurt…or was hurting. She wasn’t really that sure. He had been doing something to him, she knew that much at least.
“Well, even if you weren’t looking for one, you’ve got one. It’s my duty to protect those who can’t protect themselves, and if that means fighting with you, then so be it. Bring it on, Remarque.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:18 am
The unamused expression quickly shifted; a sly, cocky smirk spilled across Remarque’s face. “You think you stand even the slightest chance against me? Oh, please.” He rolled his eyes, though quickly met her gaze again. “This isn’t going to be a fight. It’s going to be a massacre.”
He offered little time for the words to sink in before he moved. He had just enough time to shoot a glare at the older female before he was charging towards her, arm pulled back and curled into a fist. He was merciless in the delivery of the blow, despite the brief concern that perhaps he should hit a little lighter than usual if only for her age.
He did not sympathize with her in her role as both mother and warrior; this was her decision to be out here, her decision to engage him in battle. If he’d had it his way, their exchange would have consisted of words alone. It was her own fault that it had come to violence.
With no shame or regret, Remarque’s curled fingers plowed straight towards her stomach.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:44 pm
The blow landed, quite splendidly, and Caelian felt the wind go streaming out of her. Oh did that ever hurt. She stumbled backwards, hands clutching at her stomach, finally managing to make a little coughing sound before tripping and falling hard on her backside.
She remained on the ground for a moment, trying to focus on breathing, though, finding it increasingly difficult to do so, but, finally, she struggled to her feet, holding her stomach still. “Nice punch you have there…Remarque.” God. She was making such a fuss about this, but it hurt. It felt like something was bruised, or would be bruised, or was in the process of becoming bruised. Whatever.
She held out her powder puff, for a moment, having this wonderful idea of smashing it on the Dark Mirror Senshi’s face, but then just taking a step backwards. “Well…clearly you have the upper hand. I guess…you were right about that.” She took another step backwards, wincing slightly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:07 am
“Do I look like the guy who has to bluff?” Remarque challenged, tempted to take another step towards her just to intimidate her. He could tell that he’d gotten a good blow in—with the way she was wincing and kept putting more distance between them? He refrained, however, choosing instead to believe that she had learned her lesson.
Not that he suspected knights ever would, but in the same way that beating children was unsatisfactory, so was picking on a woman who clearly never stood a chance. Maybe she could talk some sense into her little knight friends too, if any of them were smart enough to listen.
“Now, let’s call it a night, Caelian. How about you go home before I have to actually do some real damage.”
There was a look of menace in his eyes, and for as much fun as Remarque had while fighting, there was not an ounce of jest in his voice. There was a point where it was fun and games, and a point where it was just downright annoying. Caelian wasn't a challenge enough to keep him interested; she could try, all she wanted, but he was young, fit, battle-hardened and well beyond her power level.
And then there was the fact that she was a mother, and somewhere, there was a child waiting at home for her.
Remarque wasn't going to be the one to mess that child's life, no matter how much of a pest Caelian might be.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:56 am
For a moment, however brief, Caelian was tempted to jump him, Just run over, jump on him, and start beating his face. But…After that moment passed, she realized that it wouldn’t work. He would just smack her in the stomach again, and it would really do some damage. Punches to the stomach area could be really bad…
No, if he was giving her the chance to leave…she honestly would be wise to take it. For now at least. Later…when she was more prepared for things like this, she could…and would take him on again. But…she’d have to do a little more kicking first, get stronger. You didn’t really have much of an opportunity to get physically fit in the event planning world, after all. Maybe she’d…invest in a gym pass or something, work out while Millicent did her fencing lessons.
The page nodded finally. “Very…Very well. Good night. Remarque. Don’t…” She swallowed, then threw caution to the winds. “Don’t hurt any more people tonight. You go home to your mother…please.”
With that, the woman turned on her heel, and started walking, the speed she had wanted to take, hampered slightly by her still throbbing stomach. But, at least she was out of the danger now. And, this was nothing a nice hot soaking wouldn’t fix. Nothing to it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:46 am
Remarque waited for a fair few seconds, trying to determine if Caelian was going to change her mind. He wasn’t one to listen to orders—especially from a lower class enemy—but he’d done what he’d set out to do. He looked to the man who he blamed for this whole incident and sneered as he approached him, scooping him up with slight strain.
He wouldn’t hurt any more people tonight, but not because Caelian had said so, but because he chose to. Walking to the mirror, he figured that had been a decent enough way to end the night; he tossed the male aside in mirror space—that clearly didn’t hurt—and decided that maybe after a warm shower he could finally get to sleep.
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