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 Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 10:52 pm
Lesath was on a roll. She had already drained two civilians and was on her way to get a third. If there was one thing she really, really enjoyed about being a Super Senshi it was the fact she had two wonderful mirror wraiths to do her bidding, which certainly made life a million times easier.
She hummed to herself as she walked along, a cool spring breeze blowing through her shoulder length blonde hair and causing it to billow back some. Yes. Tonight was a good night. A great night, even. A night that would redefine the standard to which she set her nights. There hadn’t been any senshi to bug her, no knights to be annoying. No chibis to be brats and throw honey into her hair. Nope. It had been a nice, productive, quiet night.
This next civilian, this would be the one that she would toss through the mirror. Yup. The one that she would keep in mirror space…it would be a good one. Some sleazy bum that did nothing to contribute to society, or maybe some drunken pervert that wanted to get his hands all over some poor defenseless lady after a night at the bar.
For a moment, Lesath debated against the two choices, then nodded and decided on the latter. She made her way to a bar and stalked outside, waiting for her chosen victim to come out, then, using her fantastic charm and wit…and of course her wonderful breasts, managed to lure him into the small park that was a block or so away, from there, she summoned forth her mirror wraith and allowed it to begin draining him, all while she rested against a tree, smirking. “Sorry, I forgot to mention that I was seeing someone. It just wouldn’t work between us, darling.” See? A perfect, wonderful night.
What could possibly go wrong now?
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:28 pm
There were no knights or chibis wandering around, but unfortunately for Lesath there was at least one senshi in the area.
Admittedly, Ganymede was not one of the more threatening White Moon senshi. He was a self-labeled failure and something of a coward in large-scale confrontations, and he had a habit of running his mouth instead of fighting with his fists. That didn’t mean he couldn’t, or that he wouldn’t. Some situations called for it. Civilians in danger certainly gave him more motivation to do something than a lone Negaverser taking a peaceful jaunt around town at night.
This girl was no Negaverser. He could tell that by looking at her, though she rattled his senses like one. He briefly wondered if she might be one of the corrupted senshi he’d heard about. She was decked out in black, but Europa had said they ended up with holes in their chests. He didn’t see one, which meant she had to be one of the others, one of the ones Europa and Kallichore had known and seen, the ones that came through mirrors and served that horrible queen who’d been rampaging through the battle at the Surrounding.
The Dark Mirror Court.
He’d never seen one face-to-face, and though instinct told him to call someone, to send for back-up, to gather the Jovians and confront her together, she was only one girl, and she was somewhat weaker. Bringing any of his allies into the mix would be unfair.
Not that her actions were any fairer.
Eternal Sailor Ganymede stepped out from behind a tree. He stood as tall as he could, which wasn’t all that impressive under normal circumstances, but his four inch heels bumped him up from 5’3” to 5’7”. He was, however, still thin, and though he kept his posture straight and his expression impassive, his was not much of an intimidating presence.
“Do you make it a habit of standing around letting other people do your dirty work for you?” he challenged her.
He realized after he said it that the thing swooping around the harmless civilian was not a person. In fact, it hardly even seemed to have a physical body. “What is that thing? What is it doing? That man is powerless. Call that thing off!”
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 4:45 pm
Lesath felt the overwhelmingly ‘good’ aura and suppressed a sigh, when the eternal senshi finally showed herself. Huh. The girl was kind of pretty, and was wearing a very skimpy fuku indeed. Hm. “And why on earth should I call him off, darling” She spoke, voice almost teasing, looking at her wraith with obvious affection. “You should have seen what he tried to do to me. He was getting very physical, you should be thinking me for getting a piece of drunken scum like him out of the city. You could have been next, after all.”
With a senshi around, she would have to be at least a little cautious, the wraith was growing more and more corporeal, and the man was losing energy at a rather rapid rate, slumping to his knees.
“I don’t see how anything I do is your business anyway. I’m not doing anything to hurt you.” Lesath smirked, then tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. There was a very large implication of an unspoken ‘yet’ to follow the would be soothing phrase.
No, the Eternal girl hadn’t done anything to her, but, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t planning on it. Goody two shoes senshi always liked to get into fights and stuff like that. “Who are you, anyway?”
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 5:11 pm
Upon first glance the DMC girl might have looked moderately impressive—the dark aura certainly gave him the creeps—and the fact that she had some weird… thing… flitting around stealing energy from hapless civilians made him wary, but as soon as she opened her mouth Ganymede found himself rolling his eyes.
“Okay, one,” he began, ceding to his attitude since it was one of the few things he actually had going for him, “I am not nor will I ever be your darling. Two, I can take care of myself just fine against creeps like that without sic’ing some creepy-weird creature on him. And three, it’s not very polite to ask someone for their name without offering your own.”
Ganymede looked between the senshi and the creature that was not a youma but could, for all he knew, be just as dangerous as one. He could not decide which seemed better to attack—the master or the minion.
Instinct told him to strike the girl (which he was so not opposed to doing if it came down to it) and hope it somehow stopped her little friend, but he didn’t like the idea of leaving the civilian there to continue to be drained. Therefore, he took a cautious step toward it, ready to fight it off if need be, but he kept an eye on the nameless DMC girl as well.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Mothra? You gonna call off your little dementor or do I have to go all expecto patronum on its a**?”
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 12:17 pm
She laughed when the other senshi began ticking off things that would never happen. Sure, the girl wasn’t her ‘darling’, well. “You could be you know. Your outfit is rather pretty, and I’m sure it would look even prettier if you were one of us. The fact that you can take care of yourself only makes it a more attractive idea for you to come and be a Dark Mirror Senshi. We have more fun, you know. We get to walk through mirrors.”
She let out a small sigh at the question of a name exchange then gave a mock curtsy. “Sailor Lesath, Senshi of Moths. Does that ease your conscious now?”
Ah. Well…The other senshi both moved towards her wraith, then made some stupid Harry Potter reference. Well…she hadn’t attacked yet, so…Now was as good a time as any. Lesath withdrew her wraith then shrugged. “Happier now? It’s gone and the bum is totally and completely safe now.”
Now one of two things could happen. They could continue the nice, civil conversation, or Lesath could beat this girl to the ground. Or, of course, the girl could consent to becoming a Dark Mirror, and she could call Ares and get the party started. Huh. Well, that was three choices.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 12:20 pm
Unfortunately, Harry Potter was about the extent of his pop culture references. Sometimes he tried to make ballet jokes, but they usually fell flat. He knew so few people who actually understood them. He was rather proud of the Godzilla reference, though, and mentally thanked his dearly departed dad for watching such horrible old movies.
Ganymede snorted at Lesath’s curtsy and mocked her by returning the gesture. “Sailor Ganymede, Senshi of Lust. Unfortunately I’m going to have to turn down your offer. I’m clearly way too pretty, pale, and pasty to join the ranks of the dark and ugly. I do hope you’ll forgive me,” he joked with an exaggerated bat of his long eyelashes.
As the weird ghost thing withdrew, Ganymede felt a little more confident about the current situation. One DMC girl he might be able to handle on his own—should be able to, a little voice in his head insisted. He had a**-wings, after all. They apparently meant something for everyone else, so he figured they had to mean something for him, too. Maybe not that he was a total badass, but that he was at least competent.
He did, however, move closer to the civilian to check his pulse, and though he thought it seemed a little weak he wasn’t too worried about him being in immediate danger.
“Alright, so,” he began. “Now that we’re done here, why don’t you run along home? Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking around alone at night in these parts anyway, unless you’re a dumbass or somehow get off on creeps like Mr. John Doe here pawing at you in dark alleys, though considering the situation that actually sort of seems highly likely.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:28 pm
Lesath grinned and shook her head. “Oh how little you know, pretty girl.” Not quite as pretty as she was, of course, but pretty none the less. She took a few steps towards him. “I don’t really feel like going home yet. Maybe you and I should convince you as to why you should join our ranks. It might be good for you, after all. Pale girls look good in black.”
She was itching to fight. The flirty taunts were starting to get old, and perhaps an exchange of blows would help this Sailor Ganymede see that the DMC was the place to be. The super senshi knew that the other had those wings, and knew that she was stronger, but…well, that only meant she needed to work harder to win once the hair pulling and slapping started.
“You ready for this, lusty girl?” She paused a few feet away from the senshi, then lunged, going for the long cape, hoping that if she tugged hard enough on that, the other senshi would lose her balance.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:45 pm
“Well, if you didn’t notice, I’m already sort of wearing some black,” Ganymede replied, motioning to his outfit. “Probably not enough to satisfy you, though, but I still can’t say I’m all that interested. Too much black has the habit of making me look a bit too washed out.”
Not that fashion and one’s looks were really the point of the matter, but his answer would likely be the same no matter which way they wanted to look at it. She could try all the “convincing” she wanted. Ganymede was already a bit too set in his ways to be swayed. He wasn’t sure what the end of the war would be, but he was sure that the path he was on was the right one for him.
He muttered a curse to himself as she lunged at him and made a mental note to carry something around to just rip his damned train off with every time he transformed. It was so long he didn’t have enough time to drag it out of the way and avoid her grabbing at it. He stumbled a few steps but for the most part he was able to retain his balance. He could only thank years and years of dance for boosting his natural grace.
Ganymede turned in retaliation and lashed out with his hand. He couldn’t scratch very well with his gloves on, but he didn’t need to. He was well versed in slapping at least, and was actually quite proud of himself when he thought to curl his fingers into his palm and aim a punch for her cheek.
“‘Lusty girl’? Is that really the best pun you can come up with?” he groused.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:44 pm
She stumbled with the punch and had to hop a little, yelping. Well, that had been unexpected…huh. What a dirty trick. Raven had her advantage though, cheerleading had given her at least some sort of recovery aspect, and she pivoted on her toe and looked at him.
“That might be my best pun, yeah, but if that’s really your answer, and your best way of attacking, sheesh, my boyfriend punches a lot harder than you. You should start taking some lessons, you know. It might help you in the long run. Just because you have buttwings, I don’t know if I believe that you’re worthy of them.”
She was wondering if she should just stop pressing her luck. The last eternal she had messed with…was a complete b***h, so, maybe she should just throw out her attack and slip into a mirror and end this. It was clear the girl didn’t want to come to the right side of this war. That would be her next move, unless there was a better reason to keep up the chit chat.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:59 pm
Ganymede snorted and rolled his eyes at her response. “Unfortunately a pair of wings doesn’t have anything to do with a Senshi’s ability to throw a punch,” he said, “or their conversational skills. All it means is I’ve been around the block for a while and I happen to have some killer magic up my sleeve.”
Which he hadn’t used yet and which he didn’t intend to use if he could help it. His previous two attacks hadn’t ever really been worth the effort. They’d been good for a distraction if they worked right, but all the damage he’d done to his opponents—most of them youma—had been by more traditional means.
“But it’d be such a waste to use it on someone like you,” he lied. Well, he didn’t know if it’d be a waste—maybe it’d make her quit while she was ahead—but it wasn’t something he was too keen on trying.
“Punching might not be my forte, but maybe you didn’t notice my killer legs,” he pointed out. It was more a general comment made in jest than an attempt at a warning, but he made use of one of them very soon after, shifting to aim a hard, swift kick to the back of one of her knees.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 11:01 am
It was true. Lesath hadn’t noticed her killer legs, and stumbled as her knee was kicked out from beneath her. “You b***h.” She hissed, moving a few steps forward and finally getting her balance back. Damn, the back of the knee was one of the worst places to bruise…and she really hoped that was not going to be the case. “I’ll hunt you down you know, if that bruises or anything.
She moved still a few more steps away, this time going to the left. The mirror was right around there, and she had gotten the energy she needed, so why not just…Well. Exit stage left, right?
“Here’s a return gift for you, Ganymede. Lesath Piercing Moth Scream!” She wanted to watch, wanted to at least see the girl screw up her face in discomfort, but, no. This was her escape route, so she took it, darting through the mirror and out of sight. Out of danger too, for that matter.
That was a senshi for the hit list if she ever saw one. She would be sure to let Leto and Remarque know…that one wasn’t even worth having.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 1:15 pm
“Well, it’s about time I-” Ganymede began, only to find himself unceremoniously cut off by her attack.
What the ********? That was some really obnoxious s**t.
Ganymede lifted his hands up to his ears in an attempt to block out the sound, but upon wincing from the piercing frequency he completely lost sight of the girl. He whipped around in an effort to find her and thought he saw part of her fuku fluttering behind her as she vanished from sight, but in his distraction it was a bit hard to be too sure. He waited until the high pitched sound had dissipated, leaving him with an aching head, before moving about the area to check for any sign of her.
Unfortunately—fortunately??—he couldn’t sense her anymore, and could only assume she’d gone and didn’t intend to come back. Regardless, he kept his guard up just in case, sighing to himself as he tried to release some of the tension that had built up within him during the confrontation.
“It’s about time I got my name out there, I suppose,” he finished muttering to himself, not too sure he liked that idea, though he figured it would happen eventually.
Not that kicking someone in the back of the knee was the worst thing to be known for. It wasn’t like he’d attacked her first anyway.
Rolling his eyes, Ganymede turned once he was sure Lesath had gone and didn’t intend to come back, heading over to the unconscious civilian to make sure he was going to be alright.
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