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 Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:31 pm
Aventine was getting the hang of being a page—or, at least, she thought she was. She had met up with her fair share of white moon senshi, dark mirror senshi, Negaverse agents, cats, knights. So far, so good. She'd made friends, maybe a few enemies. But she was having fun. Well. As much fun as someone who was coming home bruised twice a week.
She didn't mind it, not by any standards. She hadn't had to sacrifice much of anything to accommodate into her role. Aventine was seeing the city in a different light entirely. It wasn't just that the darkness gave it a different tone, but when she was powered up, it felt different. She could do things any normal human could only dream of—and all at the low, low cost of protecting the city from villainous entities.
Which she was thinking about doing tonight. As she wandered, she became aware of an aura in the area—some Negaverse Agent, she figured—and decided it might be a good idea to seek it out. On one hand, it might be one of the nicer Negaverse agents she'd run into so far. On the other hand, it might be one of those bad ones she kept getting warned about.
She couldn’t tell from here; all she knew was that she was beelining straight towards the source of the energy signature, bounce in her step all the way.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 2:30 pm
Mariposite was just slightly bummed out tonight. He wanted to be stronger, wanted to be on par with Aurora…but that hadn’t happened yet, and he was growing slightly discouraged. It didn’t matter that she had only been stronger than him for about a week…that was a week too long in his opinion.
He felt an order aura moving towards him and sighed. Well. Time to make a resolution. The owner of the aura felt as though he or she was on his level of power…maybe he’d take a swipe at them…regardless if they were a pretty girl or not. It was time to stop the coddling of the sexy aliens, and time to beat some faces in!
The lieutenant nodded to himself, getting his ribbon baton ready…the useless thing. But it was what he had to deal with. At the very least it was flashy…and if he could distract whoever it was for long enough, maybe he could get a nice punch in…
Well, what was this? Was he really coming up with a battle plan? How interesting. How interesting indeed. Come on alien. Tonight was the night that you were going down.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 8:59 pm
While Aventine was certainly curious about seeking the aura, when she neared it she attempted not to look so desperate to find it. She slowed her pace—partially because she wanted to keep up appearances, and partially because she could feel the aura…but not really locate it.
In much the same way that pinpointing exactly where an energy signature was had confounded her in the past, so too was it happening again now. She kept walking, a bit uncertainly, eyes skimming the area before her. She made sure to glance up, as that seemed to be her greatest blind spot, but still—nothing.
With a slightly frustrated sigh, Aventine began to chew on the inside of her cheek as she grew more frustrated. She was half tempted to just give up and call out to anyone in the area, but stomached her words in favor of stomping on, more determined to figure out who was doing such a damn good job of hiding from her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 9:32 pm
Well damn. It was a girl, and she was quite pretty.
Mariposite watched her, knowing he was being the truest type of creeper, slinking along in the shadows…watching unsuspecting women. Well. Huh.
He pursed his lips then gave an inaudible sigh before moving behind her. “Looking for someone, hm? Was it perhaps…me?” He lashed out with his ribbon baton, he had been working to get it to hook around things but still. There wasn’t much you could do with a ribbon for goodness sakes.
It was better not to talk, not when it was a pretty girl. How would he ever manage to get stronger when all he did was…was talk to people. You didn’t grow in strength and power by standing around and shooting the breeze, no. You did it by taking action. By hitting things, and hitting people. Like when he punched that guy…that was helping him get stronger…even if it was someone from his own side. Hitting things and people just made you stronger. Just look at the movies. The more people you kill and hit…well, somehow they give you their strength in the long run.
Or something like that.
“You’re mine, girlie.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 10:27 pm
The voice, Aventine could have handled. The weird sensation of something wrapping around her wrist? That was enough to freak her out. Mariposite's ribbon was not particularly tight or painful, but she was alarmed all the same and immediately sought to yank her hand as far away from the male as possible.
Her enthusiasm had the undesired affect of pulling the ribbon tighter around her wrist, nearly knotting it on.
…Which only served to frustrate her further. "Hey, back off!" she snarled, trying not to freak out too much. "—Who the hell do you think you are? Get this thing off of me!" she shouted and, apparently not having learned her lesson, tried to jerk the whole thing out of Mariposite's hand so she could free herself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 11:03 pm
Nicolae sneered, holding tight to his baton and trying his best to wrench it and get her to move closer to him. “I think I’m Lieutenant Mariposite, and maybe I don’t want to get it off of you. Maybe I want to hit you a bit before I get it off of you. I mean, you are an alien jerk who is on this planet, right? Why wouldn’t I want to smack you around a bit? It just seems fair to me.”
Wow. That was a long winded thing. Remember. No talking. Just hitting. That was the secret to getting stronger, wasn’t it? That was what he had to do to keep up his moral and not get swayed by the…well.
He glanced at the girl then sighed.
Well. She was in a very, very nice corset looking thing…and well. It was clear she had a pretty nice rack hidden behind that fabric…aw hell. No. He couldn’t just go to pieces like this now. That would be such a waste. He gave another tug on the ribbon baton and drew his other hand back, punching her as hard as he could, wanting to hit her in the face…however his hand had a different idea.
It was heading right for her boob.
Well. This could surely end badly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 12:54 am
Alien jerk—always with the alien spiel. And just when Aventine thought things were going to be same old-same old, there she was, taking a mighty fine blow. To her breast.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, more out of surprise and insult than raw pain—not that it hadn't hurt!--but seriously, who the ******** hit someone in the boob! Immediately, her free hand reached up to cup the offended area, as though gingerly holding it would ease the pain. It did nothing, and after the initial shock, she was quick to retaliate. "Oh my God, what is your ******** problem?" she demanded, horrified.
She gave up trying to pull away her wrist in favor of getting him back for hitting her; angrily jammed her foot down on Nicolae's. His size gave him an advantage over her—she'd been unable to prevent being pulled closer to her when he'd tugged on his baton—but it also gave her a little bit of advantage for when she, say, wanted to head butt him as hard as she could, right in the jugular.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 12:25 pm
Mariposite stared at her for a long moment. He really, really hadn’t meant to hit her in the boob. That wasn’t…Well. It wasn’t fair.
He had opened his mouth to apologize or something when her foot came down hard on his. He might have had on some swanky dancing shoes on his feet, but still. When a high heeled shoe meets a toe, well…the only thing that comes from that is pain…and a lot of it.
He seemed to be coming into a lot of pain recently. How lame.
“Look I didn’t mean to hit you in the boob. I was just thinking about them, and I guess my mind and hand decided they wanted to have a chat or something. So instead of hitting you in the face…I missed pretty spectacularly.”
The lieutenant pulled back, tugging his ribbon baton off of her wrist. “So uh…Sorry.”
His foot still hurt, but at least he wasn’t feeling like a complete a** for boobing the girl to death.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:40 pm
Aventine wanted to still be angry, but he'd apologized. Her desire to headbutt him faded only just slightly, and she drew her wrist close to her. It didn't hurt, though she rubbed it out of habit. "Yeah, because that's a good way to make a first impression. What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded. "—I don't even have a damn clue who you are, and you just want to punch me? —And you were aiming for my face? Damn," she grumbled.
Taking advantage of the moment, she took a step backwards. "I mean, did I do something to offend you, or are you the type of guy who just likes hitting on women, huh?" she challenged, shooting him a disgruntled glare.
As much as she would have liked to calm down, she had to force herself to stay on guard; she wasn't going to let him get another sneaky blow in.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 11:12 pm
“I’m just a guy who’s pissed off and I told myself that I was going to attack whoever was going to show up tonight. It wasn’t anything personal. At least it wasn’t supposed to be.” He shrugged. “Maybe it would be best if we could just part ways. I really don’t think we need to drag this out anymore. I’ll bow out gracefully, if you don’t mind.”
He sighed, tipping his hat and taking a few steps backwards. “Just was hoping to get a bit stronger. Can’t go letting everyone get ahead of me…but I suppose…looking for trouble isn’t really the way to do that, now is it.”
Mariposite gave a grin then took another few steps backwards. “Ta, darling. Maybe someday we can meet again and have a better time about it, hm?” He blew Aventine a kiss, then turned on his heel and ran for it. He didn’t want any more trouble. No, it had been stupid to come out here wanting a fight. He should have just left well enough alone.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 11:29 pm
Initially, Aventine considered being angry and chasing the guy down, though if he'd bowed out…that meant she'd won, right? With the Negaverser gone, she was free to reach a hand up and gingerly massage the offended area without shame, pout heavy on her lips. She looked after where the male had disappeared, mad that some guy that just punched her in the damn breast could have such a cute smile.
If he hadn't obviously been up to no good and made such a weird first impression, she might have been flattered. He clearly hadn't meant any harm…though that really didn't mean she was going to forgive him so easily. She had no idea who he was or if she would ever see him again, though made a tiny mental note to put a little more focus on getting stronger. If all you had to do to beef up in this war was jump through the ear, slug a tit and hightail it out of there, she was going to need to switch her battle tactic. Shaking her head, Aventine dropped her hand, huffed, and hastily shuffled out of the area, hoping this awkwardness wasn't going to be repeated any time soon.
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