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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 6:31 pm
There was something most peculiar about the evening; Remarque had noticed it rather early on. Usually within the first hour or so of being out, he could find someone to gather energy from. Usually, he had a fine selection to pick from. Usually the streets weren’t so damned empty.
Like Remarque didn’t feel like enough of a fool walking around in totally flamboyant colors and wings hovering over his a**, but to be out there and doing nothing? Well, hell, he might as well have stayed home tonight.
But that wasn’t like the eternal senshi; he couldn’t handle being cooped up and not up to something for too long. Instead of taking the signs that maybe tonight wasn’t a good night to gather energy, he’d kept walking, drifting through the maze of alleyways and buildings. It was easy to reason that there were plenty of people out there, just waiting to meet with him and donate some energy. Clearly he just wasn’t looking hard enough.
There wasn’t a night in Destiny City where everyone stayed indoors, and he’d be damned if he went home before he got something out of this city.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:57 pm
There was definitely someone waiting this evening for Sailor Remarque, even if her appearance wasn't obvious right away. She was neither on the ground in plain view to the world or even on the rooftops where night creepers crept. Instead her location was hidden from usual locations and tonight the deepest black and a cool grey hid the pale body that lounged rather comfortably in a nook of brick that was shadowed from the moon with a prime view of the alley and street below.
Balls of hair hung down from the nook much like the Tale of Rapunzel. Idly it remained against the wall, fairly hidden from the world much like herself but it shined like silver from the glimmer of the moon with each soft breeze that blew through the alley. It had repeated like this for some time as the corrupted senshi merely peered down at the world in silence, collecting what appeared to be a small band of cats in the process.
She had noticed the cats but as they had not proclaimed war against her or her silky hair yet so she merely ignored them. She looked at the seemingly empty streets below, enjoying the silence of it all. The brick was cold against her uncovered thighs but it was a small price to pay to get away from the noisy dorm and the Nuns that seemed hellbent on ruining her life here in America. She hadn't exactly been enjoying her time in America. She missed her friends back in Greece and making friends definitely wasn't the easiest task when language was a barrier in the way. Somehow it seemed fitting for her to just remain in the darkness away from it all with nothing but the simple company of alley cats.
Even the cats didn't last very long though and their frantic scattering off the top of the garbage cans had stolen Nickeline's attention from the world rather suddenly. The feral city cats had been startled by someone and that someone was now directly in her sights. She watched him, and remained still in the shadows where she belonged for the time. It was most likely this person would just pass on by and then she could get back to her thoughts, or perhaps waging war against some cats.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 9:33 am
Remarque’s attention had been piqued with the dark energy in the area, and while he wasn’t one to stumble around like a buffoon trying to locate it, he wasn’t one to give up a search, either. He stiffened, just so slightly, with the cacophony of cats scattering from a certain alleyway. Already he had been interested in the darkness of the alley; out of the corner of his eyes he could have sworn he’d seen a few glints of silver, and certainly the aura he detected had to be coming from somewhere around here.
He watched with a distasteful expression on his face as the cats scurried away; he’d never liked the creatures, domesticated or not. The feral ones? Who knew what diseases they were carrying. That, Remarque didn’t quite care to know. His curiosity directed him to another path--what had scared them away? And what had they all been hiding down that alley for?
There was always the possibility that it was just a fine place to catch rats, but Remarque wasn’t content with that answer, not with an aura like that around. He gave the alleyway a final inquisitive look before he directed himself to it, walking with a step that would be more suited to call a strut. Upon first glance, there wasn’t anything special that he could see about the place—but then the glimmer of silver on the breeze caught his eyes and he directed his gaze upwards.
Of course, on the wall. The last place he’d have looked for anyone. The darkness did little to give him any clue exactly who—or what—he was looking at, though he had found her, and that was a step in the right direction, at least. “Well,” he half purred, eying her shadowed form. “Hello, there.”
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 11:44 am
Nickeline watched on in the darkness with a curiosity that fit the cats that often flocked to her and she smiled as she watched him go by. She had expected him to keep going but a sudden stop by the strange had proven her speculation to be wrong. Even worse, he had seen her and then spoken to her. At least he didn't speak in tongue, or anything she had to really work to translate. He spoke simply enough that she could understand what this stranger was saying, but she sat in silence for a bit hoping he would simply move on.
He didn't leave though, and it seemed that he was looking at her. He might not be able to see her but he knew she was here, clearly, and she didn't like it. Her peaceful world had been broken by his presence and because of that her hidden throne had suddenly lost its purpose or use. She stood in the shadows, a glimmer of silver sliding up the wall periodically as she did. It didn't remain long, and the light sound of heels clacking against the wall echoed quietly in the area.
It was followed by a small thump on the other alley wall and then promptly after that the double click of two heels hitting the pavement of the alley. She was standing nearby on the ground now, dark eyes inspecting the figure nearby. She remained silent and then slowly a dark bodice with grey hints came into the light of the alley, the shimmer of quite extremely long silver hair flowing all around before it was gathered up in a loop in her arm as her hand pressed against her hip.
"Yo, wassup homie?" she said simply. Clearly this was neither Greek or English. It seemed that her night had been very educational up until now but perhaps it was not in the best way. It seemed that she probably shouldn't hang around in the alley to think when it was filled with some wannabe trouble that would never be nearly as much as she was but what could she say? Well, not too much that the average American could understand.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 9:54 pm
Whatever response Remarque had been expecting, that was certainly not it. For a long moment, he stared at the senshi, not as if uncomprehending, but as if he hadn’t the foggiest idea what to make of her. “…Yeaaaaah,” he said slowly, brow raising slightly. Crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over the strange looking senshi, he still seemed a bit perplexed. Looking at her, she clearly wasn’t a Dark Mirror Senshi, though by no means did that make her any more a white moon senshi.
“…Do you often linger in dark alleyways, climbing on the walls, or was this some sort of special occasion?” he asked, figuring he’d get the most interesting question out of the way. He wanted whatever time he could get to assess her before asking the very blunt question of ‘what the hell are you?’
The long hair was absolutely unlike anything he’d ever seen before, and if her outfit wasn’t curious enough on its own, her hair seemed to entrance him. With such long locks, he had no idea how she was keeping her head up and could only imagine that that much hair must get in the way a lot. He didn’t even want to imagine how much money she must spend on hair-care products.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 11:15 pm
Nickeline wasn't too pleased with the reaction she had received from this fella. She would have preferred a scream, or some sort of amusing bodily reaction that would otherwise make this whole disturbance less of an annoyance. It seemed life just sucked in America and she let out the universal sound of disapproval, a sigh, to show just that. Promptly following, she tossed her hair from her arm to around her neck like a scarf in a mix between boredom and annoyance.
"Unnn," she thought, that annoyed look at her face becoming more apparent as the seconds ticked on by. To someone who didn't understand the situation, it was probably hard to gauge just why she looked increasingly pissed off. In her head though, she was wondering why was she the one suffering like this? Clearly she should just talk in a language that no one else understands with long and complicated sentences until their heads exploded like hers felt it was going to.
"I..." she did her best to recall proper English grammar and structure. "Do."
Well, that was the best effort she was bothering to put into that.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 9:33 am
For as amused as Remarque had been when Nickeline donned her hair like a scarf, he was equally unamused with her response. There was something suspicious about it and he cocked his head to the side just slightly. Eyes narrowed, he didn’t seem entirely unfriendly, just speculative. If hanging on walls in dark alleyways was her cup of tea, so be it. Sure, it was weird, but at the end of the day, what did he care as long as she didn’t get in his way?
“All right, well that’s a start I suppose.” He gave her one last look before he shrugged and extended his hand. “Eternal Sailor Remarque, Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry,” he introduced, always glad for an excuse to flaunt his title. “Who—and what—might you be?”
In the light he was able to examine her appearance, however that only got him so far. He could not tell from her looks alone what she was, and even her energy signature perplexed him. She clearly wasn’t Dark Mirror Senshi, but what the hell else was there?
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 12:09 pm
What could Nickeline say? She was a senshi from Greece and really wasn't much of an English scholar despite how much school and her mother tried to drill it into her head? She knew enough to make quick, short answers and enough to sort of understand what people meant even if sometimes it turned people into plants. She merely looked at him, looking equally unimpressed when he told her what he was a senshi of. How often was it likely she needed to know the word puppetry? Not very, and so she didn't know what he said. She tried to gauge off it but she didn't use the word puppet very often either. His title flaunting did no good to someone who understood no relevance of the term.
"What?" She simply said with a long drawn out pause after it, her eyes looking at his hand. She understood the gesture, and smiled someone amused at how friendly Americans were. She didn't outreach her hand to his, but instead she simply smiled at it and him, her hands sliding behind her back. She didn't know where he'd had that hand, or what he'd been touching and she preferred to remain at a distance. Just in case, her hands bound into fists behind her back. Trust no one in a dark alley, always be ready to strike first.
"Who?" She pondered for a moment, thinking what appeared probably too long for a normal person as she made sense of his sentence. He spoke in simple words, and for that he was rewarded with a response, a somewhat timely response.
"Nickeline," she said simply, a heavy accent dawning on the name she rarely used. That covered who and what she was pretty well, didn't it? She thought so.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 3:20 pm
Remarque considered himself to be a fairly adept at reading people when he was speaking with them, however Nickeline certainly wasn’t doing him any favors. He lowered his hand when she moved hers behind her back, and instead of taking it to be a rude gesture, Remarque just thought it odd.
“You’re not…from around here, are you?” he asked after a relatively long moment. It might have been the strange phrasing she had used to greet him with, or the way she replied with simple answers—or the way that heavy accent had slipped out. Remarque’s ear was not tuned enough to be able to identify just what sort of accent she had been speaking with, however he knew that it didn’t sound like one he’d ever heard.
If she wasn’t around here, perhaps that’s why her aura was different? It seemed a bit odd that regional differences would cause such a change in aura—and was Ares even recruiting from anywhere other than Destiny City?
…Well, if she was, that would certainly explain why he hadn’t seen much of her recently.
But, the girl in front of him didn’t strike him as a Dark Mirror Senshi—and if Ares had been gathering more members for the court, he’d have expected some sort of announcement or the like.
She was…different. And Remarque just wanted to understand how.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:32 am
Nickeline wasn't from around here but the question sort of left her looking at Remarque like he had two heads. Although his question was relatively simple, that particular phrasing took a moment for Nickeline to come to terms with. A moment, and then another moment. The anxiety filled Jeopardy count down seemed likely to be filling the corners of her mind as each second counted down her time limit. All this thinking seemed harmful to her health, and it just seemed like a better idea to punch him.
She didn't. She wanted to but she didn't. That was probably only because the light finally turned on inside her head. "Ah-ha!" She announced rather proudly, speaking in a tongue that was most likely simply gibberish to Remarque. She finally understood what he meant! He was trying to figure out where she originated from! She was not from the United States, no, she definitely wasn't from this shitbucket.
"Yes," she said.
It wasn't much but her vocabulary wasn't particular big. Top ten words Nickeline most frequently used in English starting with number ten:
10. Yes
9. Yes
8. Yes
7. Yes
6. Get the ******** off!
5. Yes
4. Yes
3. Yes
2. Yes
1. Flower
It was fortunate that she hadn't simply replied with flower. Perhaps Remarque was lucky.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:00 am
An amused grin twitched onto Remarque’s face and for a moment, he looked like he might laugh at the girl. He refrained, however just barely and smiled as kindly as he could, nodding. “Well, all right. I guess that explains a lot.”
She hadn’t elaborated, and Remarque assumed that meant she was either not very chatty or just wasn’t sure what to say. The concept was interesting—that she wasn’t from around here, and yet was still a Senshi. Though, she always could have been an immigrant and been turned into a Senshi after she got here, though either way, it certainly seemed to open a few doors in Remarque’s mind.
He wasn’t one to stand around awkwardly, so the next course of business was to find out just how much of a communication barrier there was going to be between the two. He asked, clucking his tongue, “Where are you from?”
He spoke slowly, not as if he imagined her to be mentally challenged, but he remembered Spanish class and how quickly the teacher had flung foreign phrases at him. If English wasn’t her first language, then he could understand the strange responses she’d been giving so far, though he wasn’t sure knowing where she was from was going to make it any easier to have a meaningful conversation with her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 9:00 am
Nickeline gave a rather unruly look at Remarque to counter his expression that looked like he wanted to laugh at her. She would have been furious but it seemed this lad knew better than to laugh at her though, and because of that no fight suddenly broke out due to it. She simply looked at him, not with a look of interest but more of an 'I'm watching you' sort of look. She didn't take in his appearance, or the fact he had little wings on his butt but instead she followed his movements and his expressions.
"Greece," she answered simply. Was that supposed to be a secret within the Negaverse? Well, if it was she wasn't keeping it because she was ******** proud to not be American and to be Greek.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:27 am
Greece was very near to the last place Remarque might have guessed, though given that he had never left the United States and his vision of Greece consisted of six foot tall men with hearty beards and crinkled togas. None of which described the girl in front of him.
His ignorance was not mentioned, however—as that seemed a bit ridiculous; Greece had aged with the rest of the world, but for some reason his idea of them was limited to what he had learned in world history back in high school.
“Interesting," he mused, though the tone of his voice and the bland expression made it difficult to tell if such was sarcasm or honesty. “And what brings you from all the way over here?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:50 pm
His vision of what Greece was like was ridiculous, or she'd say so. The pendant didn't swing both ways for her though and she'd exclaim that her idea of what America would be like was exactly what she thought it was, or maybe even worse. This s**t hole sucked and that's all there was to it. She wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for the Negaverse stumbling upon her in Greece and then deciding their small operations in Europe had no need for a senshi so they shipped her out here to Destiny City.
"This," she answered, her hands pointing to herself and her fuku.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:07 am
Remarque’s interest was piqued with this information; perhaps it was a continuation of ignorance that he had not been aware that Senshi could come from other locations, however when figuring that if there was a guardian cat in the area, you might be able to awaken someone from elsewhere.
Certainly not everyone had been granted the luck to appear in the same city, surrounded by people willing to guide you, though Nickeline was the first he’d ever heard of as being a foreigner. It was an interesting concept and supported his theory about their different auras stemming from different areas, however in this light, he was able to observe the girl’s outfit more and reassess his evaluation.
She did not have the transparent overlay that seemed to be the norm for the Dark Mirror Senshi, nor the bracers he had seen on so many of his companions. The most interesting difference was the strange mark on her forehead and chest.
That certainly wasn’t something he’d seen on a Dark Mirror Senshi—and though he might not have heard much from the upper ranks of his Court in recent times, surely they would have sent out a notice, ‘Hey, keep an eye out for this newbie?’
“Sounds like you’re really dedicated,” he said after a brief moment; he wasn’t sure he would have left his home if someone from another country had told him he had some destiny to fulfill elsewhere. Remarque had always felt he was destined for great things, though ‘great things’ mostly consisted of running his own business empire.
He didn’t like to confess when he didn’t know something, however—what was she going to do, go blab that Remarque didn’t know something? Hell, he’d have been surprised if she even remembered his name after this awkward conversation. “I’ve never met someone with your aura. What are you?” he asked again, wondering if she would be more inclined to answer him now that they had exchanged a few words.
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