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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 12:32 am
Chaos signatures were bad—very bad. Aventine had run into enough of them to know that she really didn't want to get stuck running into them all by her lonesome. Of course, she wasn't going to have someone around to protect her at all times—nor did she need someone. She just didn't want to get her a** handed to her, and after a few select battles that hadn't exactly gone in her favor, she'd been a bit hesitant to just charge right in.
Which was so unlike her.
She'd actually had to give herself a little pep talk before she started trudging towards the energy signature she picked up. The fights she'd gotten into with other strangely dressed, colorful characters were fresh on her mind, and she really didn't want to go home covered in bruises. She had a rugby game coming up and didn't want to be layering bruises atop bruises. That s**t could get rough; she didn't want to set herself up as a weakness for the team.
Which just meant that if this turned into a fight, she'd have to win. Or at least try her damnedest.
"Come out, come out," she purred into the night, eyes skimming the darkness. She was absentmindedly stroking the cool class of the perfume bottle that came with this whole getup; it might not be much use, but for some reason, the little item brought her a great sense of comfort when she chose to acknowledge it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 11:29 am
What she was sensing could be Hopeite aura but it was more then likely the smoke trail that her cigarette was giving off. If Hopeite was out patrolling then she was also smoking. It was a natural thing to do for this lady, anything she was doing smoking lead close behind her. She had just got done sucking the energy out of very wealthy man who wanted her as a treat. Not only did she get new cloth money but she more than likely made that man think first about approaching random women for sex every again, which serve him right because that was just disgusting.
And then she heard something gingerish he hair whipped around her. Was someone actually calling out to her like a dog? "Come out, come out." Oh no, she laughed a bit and crossed her arm slightly and gently walked out to the voice. "I know you know better then to call someone out like a dog sweetie, so how about we try this again." she said with a soft smile.
She was a pretty female, with long brown hair and a fancy pink out, that honestly Hopeite enjoy very much. Not that she would every wear that because first of all it wasn't a dress and second pink wasn't really her color, but it was pretty on her. She looked at her and took a drag on her smoke and lightly let the smoke escaped her mouth. "Now I know you're not looking for trouble so it might be in you interest to never, ever call to me like a dog, or I might have to treat you like the prey you are." she said with slight sting in her voice.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 1:24 pm
Aventine blinked, more than a bit perplexed with the response she received. The woman was older than the other Negaversers she'd come across so far, but she looked pretty damn healthy—despite that cigarette she was holding. "Prey?" she prompted, a bit of a clip in her own voice. "Do I look like prey to you?"
Noooo, no, no. 'Prey' was helpless, 'prey' never stood a chance.
Anella was top notch and she knew it. Aventine was working her way up there, it was just going to take a little bit of time. That this woman was older made her wonder if she knew a lot more than she did. Her power level wasn't any higher, but she wasn't about to take anything for granted in this moment.
"I felt you. I just wanted to know who it was that was out there. Not like I meant any disrespect or anything, I was just curious," he said—with a little less huff and a lot more honesty. She was still suspicious, but Aurora had such a terrible aura about her and yet she wasn't particularly unbearable. Maybe this lady was the same?
…Or not. Already the meeting was vastly different than with the Dark Mirror Senshi.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked, figuring it was no good. Best to be sure, after all. Somewhat notorious for her hotheadedness and impulsive nature, Aventine was trying very, very hard to keep her calm. She'd been lucky with agents of Chaos so far, and she'd like to keep it that way for a while. At least until she'd gotten the hang of everything.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 10:51 pm
She stared at her without blink and then scoff. "I'm not sure...you're in a very pink outfit which just call for trouble. Maybe you just look like trouble who just asking troubling. I mean you did call me to come after you. Now that wasn't too smart, was it darling?" She said with a sweet smile.
Honestly, Hopeite thought it was pretty dumb to call her. Who wanted to just call for a fight. She was sure she didn't want to but maybe this girl was rough around the edges. What a pity too, she was so pretty. She sighed lightly and tapped the ashes off her cigarette. Her smiled curled up and she smirk. "You know what they say, curiosity kills the cat, sweetie. So I guess you are the prey. You're the cat and I'm the hunter who will take you down to the pound." she said with a slight smile.
How rude. She hated when people ask her silly questions. "What am I doing here? Shouldn't I ask you the same question. You're on my planet, making a big mess so I should be the one asking you questions." she said.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:58 pm
"Oh," Aventine scowled, eying the cigarette with almost as much as disdain as she did for Hopeite. "Yeah, like that's an argument I haven't heard before," she grumbled. "Do I look like I'm making a mess over here? Because—seriously—I'm like, everyone's telling me how I'm such a menace and stuff, and you guys are the ones sapping up energy, hurting people. And all I've done is prance around as a page of Venus—so I'd be very interested to know what I'm doing that's making a mess of things."
Of course, if she wanted to go into who was making a mess of things, she could always argue how bad smoke was (not that she was an expert on anything environmental except what was acceptable to eat. She just assumed—given all those 'smoking is bad for you' commercials that if anyone was polluting this planet, it ought to be the creepy woman lurking in the shadows, dangling her cigarette all about.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 7:43 pm
Hopeite frowned and when this lady frowned it meant she was pissed. She did not like how this fancy prancy page of so called Venus was talking about her dear negaverse. She stared eyeing her moves making sure what she was going to do next was going to count. Most of the time Hopeite would not make the first move but this was a special case. She didn't like this female's attitude, grace, or talked so she had to be dealt with and the only way she could be dealt with was to get her dainty little a** kicked.
She scoffed at her and then gently balled her fist and ran to try and land a hit square in the female's face. Most of the time she would hit that hard but she put all her effort in this hit hoping that it would teach this prissy little b***h a lesson.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 9:24 pm
The sheer speed and idea that this Negaversers was going to attack her was what made Aventine most squeamish; there was distance enough between the two that she could see Hopeite coming—and from the look of things, she was aiming for her face.
Which was a super huge no-no in Aventine's book, as she took great pride in her face, and if she suddenly started sporting some bruises, people were going to start talking. She might have played Rugby and roughhoused a bit, but most of her bruises were under her clothes.
They didn't require any explanation, and she like it that way.
With a startled little yelp, she tried to duck away from the fist and, doing what she knew she was good at, she pummeled her way forward, hoping to tackle Hopeite to the ground.
She'd take a hit if she had to, but damn it—not the face!
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 12:02 pm
The attack on her face had made a hit as Hopeite could feel her knuckles entering her cheek and she know she had hit her hard because her knuckles hurt from just hitting her. But what Hopeite didn't expect was what coming after the hit. She had no time to react to it and the knight tackled her right into the ground.
She landed hard with a big "ouf" coming out her mouth. Her back was in pain and lightly twisted up her face. Not only was her back in pain but she had a woman on top of her. She failed around , moving her arms and legs around trying to land hits on her back to get her off of her. "Get off me, you filthily little knight. Get off of me!!!" she scream still failing under her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:10 am
Aventine's face hurt. She didn't immediately have time to process just how much it was, but she was paranoid that there was going to be bruising. Which was the one thing—the one thing—in the whole world she had asked for.
Well. That and not dying, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about getting hit.
The only solace she got was that the woman beneath her seemed to be in pain, too. "Or what! You gonna cry!?" Aventine challenged, more than enjoying her position of straddling the Negaverser atop of her. She didn't know how long she'd keep this position, but she had every intention of trying to return the blow that Hopeite had given her. So, taking advantage of her position, she aimed a punch straight for the lieutenant's cheek.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:02 am
And the blow was received. Hopeite spit out of the side of her mouth and frowned. Well that hurt, and she was kind of impressed. She didn't think the fancy little knight could hit. But oh she was wrong, very wrong. That blow hurt and hurt a lot.
If there was any hope for her, she had to get this knight off of her. So she thought of the only thing she could and took her cigarette and shoved it down upon the Knight's hand. "This what I will do, you filthily little peasant. Not get the ******** off of me or I won't stop shoving my lit cigarette on you." she spat out.
Unless this female was immuned to heat then this should work. She had placed a lit cigarette on herself before, because she wanted to know how it felt and it hurt. Really bad, not only that it left a horribly nasty scar on your body. So she just hope that the knight was not immune to heat and then she would be able to get out of being underneath of her. Kyuseisha no Hikari So Sorry for the wait Kyu. OTL
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:35 am
Aventine was far from immune to heat, and as the cigarette seared her skin, she let out a screech of pain. She retracted her hand as quickly as she could and leapt back, off of the Negaverse Agent. She didn't care if that meant Hopeite could get up or not; instead of focusing on that, she was blowing cool air frantically on her hand, trying to figure out the likelihood of such a hideous burn scarring. "You b***h! Oh my God, you can't just go around sticking your cigarette on people! Who the hell decided to give you people things like that!?"
And all she had was some dumb little bottle—perfume included, not that it made much of a difference. She could possibly squirt some in someone's eye, but beyond that? There wasn't exactly a lot of damage she could. For the 'bad guys', the whole Negaverse seemed to have a lot of nifty tricks to give them the upper hand.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 2:09 pm
Hopeite tried to stop her laugh but she was failing. She felt almost bad when the other lady let out a screed of pain because she did know how it felt to be burn by a cigarette, but she couldn't help to feel good that he plan also work. Stupid knight, she should of know her placed. As the other female hoped off of her, she smiled and quickly moved to get up.
She frowned as the other female yelled at her. It wasn't her fault that her side gave them better weapon, maybe she should bring it up with her princess that she sucks at equipping them. "Well. I'm sorry, if you're fat a** didn't fall on me then maybe I wouldn't have to burn you, but you know, you did so I had too." she said with a wicked smile on her face.
She smiled and to put insult in injury, she lifted her hand and took a smoke on her cigarette.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:10 am
"Fat a**?" Aventine scoffed, absolutely horrified with this terminology. Okay—so maybe she'd been snacking a little more than usual, but definitely running around, chasing down youma and bad guys had to be burning off those calories, right!?
"Well, excuse me, you ugly old hag," she snapped back. "I hope that cigarette of yours burns you a nice batch of cancer." She rose to her full height, not wanting to let Hopeite think she had the upper hand. The burn wasn't as painful now as it was a second ago, but it wasn't like the prickling was just going to disappear. It wasn't even the pain that she was worried about, it was the chance of a scar—a blemish. And how was she supposed to explain that to the people that knew her? 'Some crazy b***h attacked me with a cigarette last night?'
The last thing she wanted (right after a scar) was to have to find some way to explain this weird night life to people who had no idea this war was going on in the first place.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:51 pm
She snicker a bit. She didn't know a little comment like that would make the knight so upset. It was true, to Hopeite it looked like she was a bit on the big side. It wasn't her fault that she was comparing it to herself. Hopeite exercise daily and ate food that was good for you and this knight seem like she didn't do that.
As she came back with her worse Hopeite, stood there with rage. It was something else to be called ugly but old. That was something she was not use to. She. was. not. old. She wasn't even 30. 30 was not old. She gently cupped her hands into fist and inhaled some air. You could visbly seen the anger that was coming from her. She slowly stomp her hills on the ground. "I. am. not. old!" she said shouting and lounging to the other female.
Yes, she had just remark about how the other female had just loose her cool but no one should call her old. She didn't even look her age and this female to call her old was a horrible, horrible thing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:05 am
Hopeite had hurt her, and Aventine wasn't one to forgive easily. She probably should have taken this whole thing more seirously, but it was with an almost childlike glee that she darted away from the Negaverser. Despite the burn on her hand, Aventine was smiling—thrilled that she could have ticked the woman off so much. "Yes you are!" she called back, making a very concious effort to keep moving and stay out of arm's reach. "You are a nasty, old woman and the Negaverse suits you! But if I were them, I'd kick you out before I had to start paying you a pension!"
Mature? No. But if Aventine could get any sort of revenge for the burn, she was going to take it. Realistically, she ought to be thinking about how to get out of here before Hopeite caught her; she did not want to be branded by that damn cigarette again.
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