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 Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 7:52 am
It was a scream and a crash that alerted him to trouble. But then.. that was the kind of signal that had to be relied on when he wasn't actually powered up and able to feel magical spidey senses. It was late afternoon, early evening and Corey had stepped outside just to throw away the trash.
There it was again.. s**t s**t s**t. A look and frown was cast back to the backdoor of his arcade. It wasn't as if there weren't other workers inside... but how would he explain a trash trip taking more then a couple minutes?
It didn't matter.. he knew better. The promise he'd made to Camelot and the Knights of Destiny. With a flash of light, torn jeans and a t shirt were replaced with a billowing pile of sparkling robes, his arm gripped protectively around his bowl of water.
Following the alleyway he searched for the source of the sound, while also trying not to you know.. not be noticed by anyone and everyone.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 8:55 am
There were only a few more days left of school. Something that Howl was more than ready for to be over. It wasn't so much that he was looking forward to the summer. It was more that he was looking forward to his sentence at Hillworth finally ending. In those few days, he'd be graduating and moving himself out to the condo his parents occasionally used in Destiny City. Though he'd do the polite thing and exchange contact information with his roommate, the lad was thrilled that he finally would be without a dysfunctional person living in the same quarters as himself.
Such freedom also meant that he could patrol at other times of day. Not this dreadful "after school" schedule he had endured for a few months now. Hillworth was quite strict about its curfews though, and Howl was the sort to respect such tedious rules.
As Nysa, he had been making his rounds via rooftop. It was just easier that way in all honesty, being able to make pathways that one couldn't from the ground level. At first, he had sensed that sort of discomfort that came from any being that was aligned with Chaos. It felt more like a youma, but the Page was never too certain about this until he actually saw what was setting off his senses in such a manner.
As he got closer, however, he began to sense another power source. This one felt like a more subdued version of Camelot, which if the lad had his terminology right, meant a Squire was nearby. For the aura to suddenly seemingly appear meant that the Squire had probably only just shifted to powered form after being nearby. Perhaps this was the Squire's usual stomping grounds, much like how Camelot has suggested his own territory was near the city library.
It was certainly true that this wasn't Nysa's "neck of the woods," the buildings definitely a bit more unfamiliar than usual. When he was close enough, he located the nearest fire escape and used that as his pathway down. Though he tried to be careful in his step, he still made a couple metallic clinks against the metallic frame of the escape.
Hopefully it would not be like the time with Miss Pomona.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 12:13 pm
It wasn't really the easiest for Bimini to hide. While some fuku and uniforms were a little more modern or subdued then others, his billowing and sparkley fabric was hardly something reminscent of modern fashion. But then, in this section of the city with arcades and comic book stores maybe he COULD be mistaken for some cosplaying geek. Maybe.
It was that wonderfully optimistic thought that let him slide out of the alley and into the daylight as something charged past him. And he promptly stepped back with a muttered curse.
Apparently this youma was a literal battering-ram. With a loud and mangled bleet the strange youma turned from the crunched and cracking wooden door it'd hit, shaking it's head before running once more at the darting and shrieking civilian.
Bimini hugged his bowl tighter, brows furrowing thoughtfully. Well.. atleast it didn't have claws... or big teeth.
Oh hey wait.. Finally noticing the familiar energy of another knight somewhere in the area, he glanced around for a moment. Maybe he'd get lucky and it'd be someone awesome like Gehenna!
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:00 pm
The teal haired fellow had managed to get down the fire escape, which was more than he had been able to do in Pomona's company. However, just because he had been safe in returning to ground level didn't mean that it was safe by any means. The rather distorted sound of what Nysa could only hope was a sheep echoed through the alleyways, though it was soon enough obscured by the ever familiar sound of a person shrieking.
"...a sheep youma?" It wasn't uncommon for youma to take shape of animals familiar to the people of earth, but most times these false creatures were much more dangerous than the earthly variants.
He didn't allow his feet to procrastinate too long, soon enough seeming to fly in the direction of the sound. However, rather than coming across the source of the noises, the lad came across a person in a rather bizarre outfit. It sparkled in a manner that was out of this world, and flowed in a manner which some artists could only dream of. The person wearing it seemed to be a man with long dark hair.
It was this young man who was the source of the Squire-energy. Though he could somewhat make out what had become of the situation, the Page of Neptune needed to confirm what was going on.
"Might I get a status report, Squire?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 6:30 pm
Though they didn't point outward like a bull's sharp dagger horns of death Bimini couldn't help but wonder and worry how hard those spiraling horns where? And how much faster the little monster was then him. And how much those hooves would hurt if they stomped on his semi bare feet. Youch...
"A what what now?" He replied, more out of habit then having actually understood the words at first, as he turned back to look at the other knight. The words did slowly piece together however, a soft look of 'Ahhh ha!' touching his face. It actually sounded kind of like a request from a video game, which only widened the naturally huge smile on the Cosmos Squire's face. The 'kid' looked younger then him, but not so so young.
"Oh uh. It looks to me like that ram.. monster thingy is breaking a bunch of stuff trying to get those people." His finger swiveled and pointed dramatically about as he spoke. "And um.. we should probably help them. But watch out for the horns! It almost broke down a freaking door."
He couldn't dilly dally any longer, not as a Knight of Destiny. He still wasn't entirely sure what to do, but he knew if Camelot was here.. the first thing HE'D do would be getting the monster's attention off the people. And so he emerged from the alley again, this time waving his free hand madly around. "BAAAHHHHHHHH."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:14 pm
Upon hearing the horridly lax version of a status report from a grown man (in sparkles) almost made Nysa cringe. Almost, since Nysa made certain to not let such an emotion show across his face. "...I believe the proper term is 'youma,'" he stated briefly in a level tone. If they, the pages, squires, and knights, were to be taken seriously, they should use the proper terminology on such trivial things as the classification of beasts they defended against.
It seemed as if the squire intended to use himself as live bait at the moment (a very noble thing to do). He nodded silently before trying to be as discreet as possible. He moved towards the victims, hoping the youma wouldn't decide that the significantly bluer-outfit was a better target than the light colored sparkling one.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:47 am
"Youma" That was the word. He'd certainly heard the word before, and he tried once more to file away the word for later use. Not that he'd picked up really on any of the discontent his terminology had caused. Nah.. who cared what they were called while you were trying to get rid of them? They could have a terminology lesson after it was gone.
The squire had bleeted simply because he hadn't known what else to call out, but luckily the bizarre noise had done the trick. The inky dark youma turned, slit eyes settling on the source of the sound.
There was a loud clack and scrap as the ram-youma pawed at the concrete before bolting forward.
Should be hit it? Bimini weighed the options quickly, trying to calculate the outcome like he would in some videogame. Metal bowl to the head could be damaging but.. what if one of them needed to be healed later? His bowl would almost certainly loose it's water if he was swinging it around and striking things with it. But how else was he going to hurt it if not for his bowl?
Umm.. uhh.. jump, yeah. Jumping over the charging beast seemed a good strategy as it drew closer faster then his brain could come up with an answer.
He squatted and sprung up with a loud 'Kya ah!'. His feet cleared the beast atleast, Bimini had felt the air rush below him. His bow however...
The dangling cloth caught the rams horn, and before the squire could celebrate not getting hit he was being whipped back towards the ground and the ram. There was a loud ruckus as the squire fell onto the back of the ram, crashing both of them to the ground, with less then happy noises from both and the metallic clank clank clank of his bowl clattering away.
"s**t s**t s**t s**t" The sound was far whinier then any grown man should have been making, but Bimini couldn't help it as he tried to detangle himself from the struggling and angry youma. His ribs hurt and his hands too from where they'd scrapped the ground. Ughh.. why did he even try to DO this knight stuff!?
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 8:59 am
It seemed as if the Squire had been successful in distracting the youma, which made it easier for him to approach the remaining victims who had not yet run off. In a calm tone, he uttered "...it seems like the 'monster' is not able to jump, so your best bet would be to climb the fire escape if you are still able." He paused momentarily as the poor live bait somewhat got tangled up with the youma's horns.
"I can escort you there if you would like... in case we get unexpected company trying to crash the party." Nysa, in all honesty, did not think these civilians would take him up on the offer, only because civilians for some reason seemed to think that anything strange was considered bad. And last he checked, a man with seashell armor might make it only any list that was labeled "strange."
He certainly hoped that this Squire would be able to fend off the youma for a little bit longer. Though he looked as if he was in danger, he must have known what he was doing. This man in the odd outfit was a Squire after all.
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