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 Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:13 pm
Walking out of the clothing store was probably the greatest thing for one Failyn Namgung, Dusk was setting in again, reminding her that it was probably time to head home. While she was not obsessed with shopping, even fickle with her money most the time...allowing herself to indulge in a nice cashmere sweater and thick wool scarf for the winter made her estatic, more so was the time spent away from her family. With it being the weekend, her parents were less likely to hound her over homework and instead she could focus on herself again...at least till Monday rolled around.
That was...until she turned the corner of the street. Her vision blurred as a overwhelmingly evil feeling dulled her senses. Just as quick as it came, it disappeared and reminded her of her...otherwordly duties. Looking around, she slipped into a alley, summoning her sailor form.
"Henshin, Origami Power Make-Up!"
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The hunt wasn't long as she found what she found out to be, a Negaverse agent crowding over a young woman. Knowing that the negaverse were the evil that Abel hinted at, The senshi was quick to force her way over.
"Hey...You there Mister Negaverse. Get off that girl please!" She picked up a Rock and aimed it for his back...instead it glazed off the back of his head. She would've felt bad...if it wasn't for the young woman he was holding up.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:18 pm
"OW! What the ----," Captain Osumilte shouted as he dropped the limp, energy-drained girl to the ground. He swiveled and turned to see a young Senshi. Did the girl just throw a rock at him? It was his own fault for letting his guard down, he must have been too absorbed into the energy drain to notice the Senshi's energy signature approaching.
"Run along little girl," he warned. He didn't exactly want to fight anyone, let along a teenaged girl, but the b***h just threw a rock at the back of his head. "You don't want me sending you home to daddy in a box now, do you?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:45 pm
Okay, Any feeling bad for the man dissipated when the girl's body was dropped and hit the ground with a loud thump...
"What the is what I should be saying to you Sir!" Mintaka slapped her hands on her waist and did her best to look intimidating because gods know the man didn't make her cringe back with fear. Especially when he turned towards her.
"What makes you think you can treat a lady like that! And then just drop her like trash. At least have the decency to place her down like a gentleman." she took a hesitant step forward and then with bravado fueled with a little anger at the manner less buffoon, stomped her way over to push him back from the limp body.
"What makes you think that you can send me home?" She sniffed, tilting her head up look look at the man. "Maybe I should fold YOU up and put YOU in a box to send you back to your home!!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 10:54 pm
Osumilite rolled his eyes. Oh, so not only was she an obnoxious teenager who threw rocks, she was an obnoxious teenager who made poor threats and liked to preach about manners. "Listen, you teenaged b***h," Osumilite spat. "I am a mother. ********. Gentleman. I am not giving you the b***h-slapping you deserve right now because I know that inside your tiny, tiny teenaged woman head there is too little going on to learn anything from a good old beating. Now I'll give you one last warning to back off or I will have to be less chivalrous." "Understood?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 11:37 pm
While Osumilite thought she was being obnoxious, the Origami Senshi was feeling a bit overwhelmed. The language that was being used was quite intense and if she was any less poised, would cause her ears to bleed. As such, her arms were spread out to stop him from coming any closer.
"Gentlemen, don't go around stealing energy from young unsuspecting women." She made a small squeak and then stifled it under a glare, and Icy cool eyes.
Yes she was scared. It was like being locked with a Tiger in a cage. When would he snap?
"I don't think a slap or beat down..." She narrowed her eyes and pulled her hand back, "Stop talking down to me you old creeper!" The same hand came swinging forward with a open palm. As if to realize her mistake though, she turned it into a half clench, attempting to stop it. Instead of slapping his face...she ended up digging her nails in and dragging them down.
Her eyes widened when she pulled the hand back and stared at him.
"Th....That should warn you not to mess with me!" her normal icy hold demeanor was being diminished under fear of what she did. He was stronger, he had to be. And yet the scratches bled thin lines of blood down his face.
"No...Now leave here Mister Creeper or other bad things will happen!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 11:41 pm
His face. She clawed at his ******** face. All bets were off the table now. "You're dead, c**t," he spat as he summoned his microphone weapon. With one hand he shoved at her to create distance before swooping his microphone toward her head with his other arm. He had resisted for so long fighting teenaged girls, but this one was asking for it. This one damaged his beautiful, beautiful face that needed to be camera-ready by the next morning. The b***h would die for this. She just made a mortal enemy. Nobody goes after the face of Captain Osumilite. Nobody.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 12:04 am
Her eyes widened as she put her arms up defensively. When the shove came, she was sure that she would get a equal face treatment.
Instead he summoned a microphone and had her staring with apprehension. If he was going to literally make her ears bleed, she would be very upset. Would he scream into it? Sing her demise?
Nope.
He chucked it right at her head, hitting it directly on.
And it hurt like, excuse her language, but a bee's trap. Her ears didn't bleed but there was a ringing from the impact, followed by blood that dripped from the injury...staining her usually pristine white hair.
Vision blurred, Excessive ringing. Concussion possible but she couldn't fade out like this. She'd be leaving a victim AND herself to this guys willies.
"You...asked for it....Now I'll show you..." A deep breath to steady herself as her hands came out, regardless that her head wound was oozing a healthy amount of blood out, "Sailor Mintaka's secret attack..." Another deep breath as she flipped her hands up. "Origami Flurry."
With no wind and Osumilite ideally in her range, the attack started with a small drop of a paper star from above Osumilite...followed by another and then a paper crane...then more. Within seconds, the snowfall of origami shapes thickened, hopefully blinding the captain as the injured Senshi grabbed the young woman and cradled her over her shoulder, resting the rest of her weight around her waist. She hoped that at least one of those cranes gave him a papercut as well.
It wasn't easy, it hurt like hell but by the time the twenty second flurry ended...Mintaka was well on her way from a retreat and a good block away from the captain, lying the woman against the wall of a building and attempting to waken her...It had been a failure of a rescue but the only thing that matter was she made it alive....
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 4:36 pm
He was ready to kill the girl, but suddenly found himself in a storm of origami papers. He shielded his face from any further damage and tried to swat away at the origami stars flying around him, but they did little good until the flurry ended...and she was gone, having taken the energy-drained girl along with her. He frowned. Next time he sees that b***h, she'll be dead. With that in mind, he smiled as he teleported away.
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