[B] Morons on a Roof [Myrkviðr & Carnelian]

[Kaelyndra]

Myrkviðr had delegated herself a spot.

It overlooked the corner of 3rd and C. Destiny City's University buildings towered towards the downtown, off to her left. If she squinted, she could just see the campus' soccer field. Old-town, downtown stretched out before her and Something Sweet's golden-lettered sign was glinting in the sunlight.

If one were to stand on that street corner and look up, they would notice the very tips of mocassined feet jutting up from a thick, concrete retaining wall. Had they been powered, they would have felt the familiar, warm tickle of Order.

It was, however, tinged with something just a touch bitter that might leave the more amateur Senshi and Negaverse guessing.

Given a page's sense did not stretch far, nor was it very loud, Myrkviðr had felt no issue stretching out completely over a khaki colored couch which had been drug onto the roof. Her feet lazily draped over one end, and an arm lounged on the back of the old felt-like fabric.

The other hand cupped the hilt of a sparkling glass of red wine, the results of a half-empty bottle placed on the roof on plane with her head. The slight bend in her legs supported a new, sparkling map of Destiny City. And, lastly, nestled in Myrkviðr's bare stomach, was a menagerie of colored pens.

Using her teeth, she uncapped one, and made a small black dot on the map, writing next to it a number.  

[Lucifer Force]

Carnelian didn't have much experience with knights. Truth be told, the one experience he did have was horrible and never wanted it repeated. One knight with green hair nearly tore his face off when he was just trying to cross the street. She was a rabid banshee of a woman and it took all his strength to escape with all his limbs intact.

That being said, he wasn't sure he wanted to risk another near-mauling.

The corrupted senshi was bounding north from the downtown direction, simply out for an evening stroll. His girlfriend and partner in crime, Euclase, was busy with schoolwork and he took it upon himself to keep an eye on the city in her absence. The familiar and sickening feeling of Order on his mental radar made him stop. He hated that feeling. However, the signal didn't seem to be moving and, against his better judgment, the senshi took to the air.

The air being a building's rooftop, just across the street. Eyeing her warily (my, she looked quite comfortable), Carnelian decided it was a better idea to let her come to him. If she was going anywhere at all. His coat kept him plenty warm, unlike the slinky getup the Page across the way had going on.

Kaelyndra

 

[Kaelyndra]

Skanky, perhaps, was more appropriate.

If the member of Order was alarmed, she did not show it. Myrkviðr recapped the pen, sliding it and its friends back into a plastic case. It was placed on the ground, and she proceeded to take her sweet time in rolling up the colored parchment and smoothing out the edges.

When she was completely finished, she swung her legs off one end of the couch and rotated. The page stretched back, letting the cushions take her weight.

Icy blue eyes settled on the Negaverse across the way. Then, she boredly raised a hand and wiggled a few fingers.

"Want some wine?"

Lucifer Force

 

[Lucifer Force]

Oooookay.

That was different.

Carnelian raised an eyebrow and silently crossed the gap, landing on the lip of the building in front of her. Order folk weren't supposed to have class. When did they get red wine? "Forgive my apprehension but... My time spent with Pages hasn't been enjoyable. Besides," A slender finger disappeared into the prominent, gaping hole in his chest. "I'm fairly certain the wine would go right through me."

Without missing a beat, the Negaverse senshi bowed her to gracefully. "I am Carnelian. And who might you be?"

If this was a trap, he'd at least get her name before she whipped out a beam sword and tried to hack him in two. And then he'd come back as a horrid poltergeist and haunt the crap out of her. And her family.

Forever.

Kaelyndra

 

[Kaelyndra]

Well. That was a long jump. Myrkviðr glanced at the opposing building. That wasn't something she would have felt confident clearing.

Her gaze went swooping back to him. She shrugged, and flashed him a smile. If he wanted to be apprehensive, who was she to say no? It meant he was less likely to decide she was bad and therefore throw a random punch.

It didn't keep her from grimacing when he lodged his finger in his chest. So wrinkled was the page's nose that she could not even take a sip of her wine. Gross.

"That's a shame," she mock-sympathized. This time, she manged that sip of wine.

"I'm Myrkviðr," she told him without hesitation. It wasn't as if he was going to remember it anyway. They were going to refer to her as 'the knight with that name that is hard to pronounce'.

"Why are you wasting this lovely day on a boring patrol?" And it was boring. Patroling. Why either of them did it was beyond her. They mostly puffed their chests at each other and ran the other direction. It wasn't so bad, though. They were too busy looking at each other to be bothering with her.

Lucifer Force

 

[Lucifer Force]

Carnelian blinked.

"Ah... bless you?"

The corrupted senshi didn't know what to think of the spasm of language this girl called her name. If he didn't know any better, he'd suspect she was making fun of him. Or making it up. Probably the latter. Who would run around with a name that heinous on purpose? Shrugged, the redhead crossed his arms and let the slight breeze play with his long braid. "Wasting? It's hardly wasted, my dear. I have duties to perform. You," he said, looking her up and down and of course eyeing that glass of wine, "look like you're enjoying yourself. Why bother powering up, then?"

Unless she was secretly packing two sniper rifles in that skimpy outfit of hers. That green-haired rabid possum woman was a force to be reckoned with so it made sense to believe whatever-her-name-was could be hiding something equally as deadly... or worse. It set Carnelian on edge and he eyed her warily while trying to play it all off as being cool.

Probably wasn't working.

Kaelyndra

 

[Kaelyndra]

Duties.

He was doing a real good job of doing that! Unless one of his duties was to talk to as many people as possible, which it may very well have been. Didn't they have intel in the American military.

Maybe he was a Negaverse spy.

The idea made Myrkviðr laugh quietly to herself. "I'm working." She cast him a wink, and leaned over the edge of the couch to pick up the rolled up map. It was tapped on her knee and pointed at him.

"Powered up? I was born this way." Myrkviðr raised one brow at Carnelian as if asking him to challenge her. He may have been corrupted, but he was still a senshi, and he was still missing some lights upstairs. Was he as gullible as some of his Orderly counterparts?

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[Lucifer Force]

Okay, simply watching this girl wrap up the map and clean up the pens sent Carnelian's mind reeling with possibilities. Was she mapping the area for a bombing? For a raid? The corrupted senshi had heard about a terrible raid that had netted the side of Order several high-ranking Negaverse officers. The redhead didn't know much about what happened after that. The Negaverse didn't talk much about it.

"...working on what...?" he hesitated. The hairs on the back of his neck were rising. Born this way? Jesus what was with the Order side? Or was she bluffing?

Was it worth the risk?

Carnelian raised his arms, elbows bent at a 90 degree angle so his hands were level with his chin. It was the movement just before his attack.

Kaelyndra

 

[Kaelyndra]

Myrkviðr's first thought: he looked like a mime. Her second: Why did he look like a mime?

The page squinted at the young, amateur Negaverse soldier--what was with this city and redheads?--and then tossed the map at him.

"See for yourself," she began to say, after the parchment had left her hands.

Lucifer Force

((Sorry it's short! Wanted to give your guy plenty of reaction time. ))

 

[Lucifer Force]

That was all Carnelian could handle. She was throwing that map at him as a distraction before she whipped out a chaingun from her cleavage and blew him full of holes. By Euclase, he was not going down so easily! Taking two, three, four quick steps backward (to avoid being touched by the paper that was probably covered in acid), Carnelian launched his attack.

"Pain!"

Two small energy bands formed around the Page and the corrupted senshi took a backflip leap-of-faith off the building in an attempt to get away from her. The last thing he wanted was to look like Swiss cheese!

Kaelyndra

Carnelian holds up his hands and looks like he's praying. He breathes the name of his attack and bands of white energy form around the target he is currently facing. There is a two second delay before the energy bands collapse and dissipate into the target, causing pain to erupt in a part of their body. The pain is much like a muscle spasm or like one's leg falling asleep - prickly and painful. These bands can be dodged because of the delay and the limited range of the attack, and allies can be hit with it. The effect wears off after one minute. He can use this twice per battle. The target can only be hit when within ten feet of Carnelian.

((in case you needed/wanted it!))

 

[Kaelyndra]

"Ow!"

Myrkviðr wasted no time in vocalizing her detest. The feeling was entirely uncomfortable, and her face seized up as it worked its way through the arm that had thrown the paper.

The brunette would have asked what was wrong with him, but he was already gone. Myrkviðr wasn't interested in following him. Instead, she nursed the tingling arm, flexing it until the feeling began to subside.

Once she was sure there were no residual effects, she tiptoed her way over to the ledge of the building and peered down. She felt nothing, saw nothing, and therefore assumed she should get the hell out.

She grabbed the bottle and the map, left the glass, and headed for the nearest way down, and thereafter, away.

Lucifer Force

(( Sorry I took so long on this! Officially finished. ))