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 Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 8:07 am
She shouldn't be doing this, she wasn't allowed to be doing this. It had been made very clear to the corrupted senshi of senses that patrolling solo was not permitted until her initiation had been fully completed. She was allowed to wander Negaspace as much as she pleased, but she'd been paired with an officer for her first few weeks to help her settle into life and to protect her from any wayward members of Order. Or at least, that's what she'd assumed. Eos was beginning to wonder if it wasn't White Moon senshi that they were protecting her from, but from herself. This feeling of self-destruction was foreign to the blonde senshi - she'd never felt so rotten and twisted inside that she wanted to hurt, just to make it go away. Was it herself she wanted to hurt, though? Or someone else? She just wanted to feel better, she wanted Chase to come and tell her he hadn't meant it, she wanted the morning to have never happened. She'd spent the afternoon wandering the town, then had ventured into Negaspace for a while. She'd punched a few walls, broken a few chairs, but all that had done was give her a whacking great splinter in her hand. She needed something more solid, something that would fight back. Something that would bleed. Not exactly seeming the most intimidating of figures, Sailor Eos sat on top of a roof south of the main park, eyes scanning the surrounding area. It was nearly Christmas - oh the irony - and there was a chill in the air. Her long blonde hair fell in neat curls behind her and provided a welcome insulating layer as she kept a close eye on the pavement, watching as people walked past. She didn't know what she wanted, and she didn't really know what she was doing here. She just knew that it felt a whole lot better being here doing something akin to work, rather than replaying the look on Chase's face when he shouted at her. The wind quickly wiped away the tears, blue eyes focussed on the pavement below.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 1:01 am
The cold should have bothered the girl running across rooftops in short sleeves and an even shorter skirt but it didn't. The white puffs of air leaving her pale, almost white lips, should have reminded her how frigid the night was but she was too focused on the steady click of her wedges against concrete. Her ponytail bounced against her back as she jogged, thoughts focused on keeping her breath steady rather the temperature. She glanced behind her briefly, dual-colored eyes scanning the empty space behind her while her expression nearly twisted with concern.
It almost looked like she was running from something. Or someone.
There was no hesitation as her rooftop began to end and she launched herself across the open space to the next one. There was no misstep as she landed gracefully, without a hitch and continued on her way. No second-thoughts when the train of roofs ended and she dropped to the ground, transparent blue from the trails of the bow on her waist fluttering into the air when she landed in a crouch. A single fluid motion followed, her quick rise, step forward and head turn to quickly survey the streets as she took off running. Her heart pounded from her motions and the ever present dark throbs she felt that pulse through the city.
Only one was strong, the rest weak and she gave them little thought, too focused on the steady pulse that trotted behind her. It was familiar, one that sent chills down her spine. She had encountered it many times and despite what others claimed, she knew it felt different than others that she had encountered. It gave off a unique feel, leaving her certain that every energy signal had it's own rhythm, it's own way of pulsing.
She couldn't decide if he was toying with her, playing a twisted game of cat and mouse as he followed leisurely behind her, testing her. Was he waiting to see how long it took her to tire out? Was he testing to see when she would finally stop fleeing and turn and face him? She had interfered in his...activities one to many times. Last time he nearly killed her, she wasn't sure she was willing to risk it again.
Suddenly the pulse of the energy signal was gone and she found herself slowing in confusion. She came to a halt in the midst of the park, having not realized where she had gone in her haste to escape. She turned slowly, hand pushing her long bangs from her face as she tried to catch her breath looking for her pursuer.
Where had that energy signal gone?
In her focus for the agent who was chasing her she had forgotten to focus on the other energy signals that she should feel around her. It was amazing that she hadn't yet noticed the massive energy that split from the corrupted senshi lurking not too far from where she stood. Her heart thudded in her chest as her mismatched eyes tried to scan the darkness around her. Slowly her hand lowered, trailing from her forehead down her check to rest on her chest. Absentmindedly her fingers toyed with her collarbone, hand sliding beneath the green collar and covering the exposed flesh from the bitter winter air.
"Where did you go?" she mumbled to herself.
She had yet to quit being foolish, always exposing herself in the open and leaving herself vulnerable. Though a seasoned senshi, she often made rookie mistakes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 4:26 am
Wallowing in self-pity, Eos had vaguely registered the weak pulsation of Order zipping through some nearby streets, but wasn't really paying attention to it. Not until the lone senshi figure suddenly stopped in the middle of the park down below, looking around for something in particular. Tears were still brimming in deep blue eyes but a gloved hand hastily wiped them away as the corrupt senshi turned her attention to the red-head in the park below. She wasn't paying attention to the strength of the signature, and so the strength of her opponent - if she had been perhaps she might have reconsidered her thoughts. No, all that mattered was that a White Moon senshi was alone, seemingly vulnerable in the park below. It was with surprising clarity that she suddenly realised - it was their fault. The White Moon, it was all their doing, all of this s**t that was going on. If that rotten senshi hadn't been so god-damned greedy, Chase's Dad would still be around, Chase wouldn't be upset, Chase wouldn't be broken. She wouldn't be broken. They had to pay - she was going to make them pay. Sailor Eos' judgement was significantly clouded by despair at that moment, and she felt as if someone had a hand in her chest, around her heart, squeezing it tight. Why did she feel this horrible? Because of them. She was on her feet and down at street level within seconds, charging towards the vulnerable Denebola without a thought for her actions or her safety. "Eos Dark Flash!" she practically screamed, extending a hand and allowing the beautiful feeling of dark energy to flow through her body, down her arm and out through her fingers, the pulse of dark light shooting towards the super senshi and quickly followed by a reckless fist from the blonde. Nuxaz Rolled here, she'll experience an amplified touch sensation to the point where it's uncomfortable <3
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 1:13 pm
The ginger-haired girl was no stranger to the fights that usually accompanied her patrols, still it didn't make her any more aware of her surrounds as it should have. She registered the overflowing chaotic energy spilling from the corrupted sailor soldier one second too late. She turned one her heel, hair whipping as she tried to throw herself back, out of the way of the girl's attack. Her slow reaction did little to avoid Eos's dark flash but she managed, barely, to avoid the poorly thrown punch. It didn't stop her from crashing into the ground.
Normally she would have been back on her feet without a second thought but whatever the other girl did to her disoriented her. The fall shouldn't have done anything more than given her a mild ache, if even that but her hands stung from the mild impact. Curling her fingers left her wincing slightly and her calves threaten to scream in retaliation at her movements when she tried to get back on her feet. Using her hands, slightly scratched from the impact, to ride to feet proved more difficult than anticipated.
Confusion lit the girls face as she looked at her opponent, finally on her feet. Confusion quickly dissolved into irritation as she charged forward, trying to ignore a feeling similar to a sleeping foot, lashing out a kick hoping to rid herself of this uncomfortable feeling.
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