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 Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 7:57 am
The Blood whip snapped in the air, an audible crack as it wrapped around the youma’s neck, she had to pull with both hands to get the momentum she needed to finish her intended attack though, twisting and lifting to pull it from its feet. It impacted heavily against the fire escape there on the top of the roof, causing a shudder that ran back and up through her feet. The youma gave one last howl towards the darkened sky and then crumbled to dust leaving her panting for air and gingerly touching the bloodied scratch over her cheek. Youma at least made sense…she could kill them without wondering who they were, or had been. Really, they seemed like the only ones posing a direct risk to civilians these days.
She almost missed the days when the Negaverse was definitively killing people, tearing out their star seeds and lugging bodies around. Better that they weren’t but it made it harder to pass judgment.
It didn’t mean at all though that she wouldn’t fight to defend herself, or her loved ones. It was just that she wanted what she now KNEW was possible. She wanted to believe that they, like Knight Linarite, could be saved. Everyone talked of killing them, but they converted so many senshi, where so far, order had, to her knowledge brought only one to their fold.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 9:21 am
The unmistakable flicker of power fading out of existence drew him like a moth to flame, and Obsidian forced himself to stir. There was little else to do some nights than simply observe the progress of lieutenants and youma alike. More often or not, boredom was what killed him. The chance to pit his strength against a true foe didn't come frequently, and anything powerful enough to put down a youma was always worth investigating.
He was close enough that teleportation would be a waste of energy, and each step was a confirmation that whoever had taken out this particular youma was strong. Caution would be necessary, but a feral grin was curling at the corners of his lips, and his eyes shone with anticipation. Caution had never been General Obsidian's strong suite.
Shadows clung to him as he crept through the streets, soundless and swift. As soon as he was close enough, Obsidian wasted no time in lashing out. He was a blur of motion, ceasing only when he was pressed nearly flush against the dark-haired Senshi's back. Almost lovingly, his blade ghosted against the small of her back before a gloved hand attempted to tangle itself roughly in her hair.
"That was very good," It was a breath against her ear, and his teeth didn't quite graze against her skin. "How well do you handle a bigger threat, I wonder?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 11:10 am
Her mouth was dry as sand, witty retorts catching with her breath at the feel of fingers tangled in her hair, a dangerous edge pressed to her back. It was not the first time that she felt her hair was far too long for this.
"My my, what sharp teeth you have." She replied numbly, sanguine eyes closing for a moment as though they could cage her rapidly beating heart.
"Not so well I think, if you can catch me so off guard." She tried to moisten her lips, sliding a hand carefully behind her to find what he pressed there, the metal edge neatly dividing the cloth of her glove, and the tip of her finger.
She wondered if she could cast her attack before be bisected something vital, maybe her final attack would be her most powerful. If only she could make -him- bleed.
"Do we make introductions? Or are you just going to kill me?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 2:00 pm
Sharp teeth, were they? His leer grew that much wider, and his fingers tightened in her hair as though to make sure she wasn't about to try anything too silly. Could never be too careful with senshi. Then again, wouldn't it just make his day if it turned out that she had teeth of her own that she was hiding?
Obsidian's laughter was a low rumble of sound, and her hair was twisted up and out of the way so that his lips could press to the back of her neck now. It was a disturbing intimate gesture, but romance was the last thing on the General's mind.
"Unless you're just trying to lure me in. This could be all some elaborate set-up to get me right where you want me." The blade pressed in just a little more, but still not enough to cut. If she still had spirit to squeak, then he was going to take the time to enjoy himself.
His eyes lit up at the question, for he always did like when they had a little fire to them. "I can be a gentleman before getting down to business." He made it sound like a confession.
"General Obsidian. What would you like to be put on your tombstone, pet?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 5:15 pm
“MuCephei.” She replied lifting one hand, reaching it back over her shoulder to pat his cheek lightly with blood soaked glove fingers before lowering it just slightly so her finger tips teased the curve of his jaw.
“Senshi of Blood. – Blood NEEDLES” She hissed and curled her fingers for a moment before flicking them, a close range barrage of the blood formed needles to litter his cheek and neck. Not lethal per-say, but distracting and painful, risky if any came close to his eyes…and more than that.
She pressed her hand back so they rested gently against the fine points that had lodged home. “If you stab me… I’ll take you with me… drive these right into your gentlemanly neck.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:33 am
Senshi of Blood. Obsidian's eyelids lowered halfway at that, clearly approving--before his entire face lit up with razor-sharp pain. His lips pulled back to bare themselves in a grimace, jolting as one needle sank only millimeters away from the outside corner of his eye.
The motion was enough to have the blade cut into the fabric against her back, but with luck, it wouldn't have cut. Much. It took several moments for her words to sink in, his nostrils flaring as he used every ounce of willpower still left in him to resist slicing her in two. Clever, clever kitty. He hadn't been wrong in hoping she had more bite to her than she'd shown.
"There's a good chance I'll live,' The general hummed to her ear, already feeling blood welling against the needles still embedded in his skin. "You might, too. Oh, you'll probably end up a drooling, paralyzed mess, but the worst that'll happen to me is you'll ruin my rugged good looks. Or an eye." Or his windpipe.
Still, he kept the weapon still, for now. "It seems we just have to decide how much we want to gamble today. I'm willing to stake my life. Are you?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 6:35 pm
She lifted one hand, raising the middle finger and then pressed it to her lips before lifting it away again to show him in a strange salute. “We all die sometime… it’s how you live in the –mean- time. That was the first of three things I can do… how much do you enjoy blood if its your own? See, for me at least, it brings out the color of my eyes… She moved her hand back and touched his neck lightly. We could trade… you paralyze me, I cut your throat…maybe we’d both be happier. Or… we step away, just to see how long we can –really- play cat and mouse. Who’s the kitty, who’s the prey? I mean, it’s not like –I- can teleport out of here.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 5:07 pm
His gaze was hungry, mesmerized as he watched her press a kiss to her finger before flipping him the bird. He exhaled roughly in an amused huff, his eyes still glittering even with blood running in steady trickles against his pale skin. As she touched his throat, she'd undoubtedly feel his pulse fluttering--but it was anything but fear.
"Are you implying I'll run, kitty-cat?" Obsidian laughed, his lips soon returning to her ear to ghost against the skin. "On the count of three, then. We'll play.One... Two..." Before he reached that magical number, his teeth sank hard into her earlobe, a savage bite meant to inflict pain if not draw blood entirely. The blade pulled back even as he slammed his weight into her, meaning to shove her away from him even as he leapt back with a twisted, mocking sneer.
"Three."
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 5:27 pm
“I’m familiar with the ways of men.” She replied to his quip about running. “You tease, and tease, and wave your big…swords around, and then you’re gone.” Her surprisingly bitter edged taunt was cut short with his teeth at her ear, it set her heart pounding hard in her chest, a curious flutter of feeling that surged through her as she stumbled and then caught herself, spinning at the ready. “Should have known you’d go off a little early.” She said a little breathless, reaching up to touch her bloodied, savaged ear, eyes bright with a strange fever. “I wonder, do you like –whips?” she asked with an almost flirty air, rubbing her own blood between her fingers before calling out ‘Bad blood Ribbons!” and lashing her wrist sharply, a thin –crack- and the ribbon, or wire of blood, however one chose to look at it snapped in a ring around his neck and she yanked it to pull him back towards her. Flirting with death tonight it seemed. She wasn’t sure what exactly had come over her tonight, she liked to think that maybe, some of her friends would have been proud, if not shocked at what she grabbed. “I wonder what needles would be like…here.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 2:23 pm
"You sound so bitter, honey." Obsidian cooed in response, his laughter cracking like a whip at her following comment. "Maybe you've just never gotten yourself satisfied! That might explain a hell of a lot about--"
His whole body snapped back as a bloody ribbon suddenly sprang out of nowhere, but there was no stopping the weapon from coiling around around his throat. The general made a strangled sound, a choked wheeze sputtering past his lips even as they twisted to bare his teeth in a grin.
Of course, as she inelegantly seized a more sensitive part, Obsidian's expression quickly turned thoughtful. He didn't seem frightened--not yet, and crudely rotated his hips a few times, just to see if she'd continue to hold on. Seemed so.
"I don't know. I'd imagine it'd go over just as well as my sword between those lovely thighs..." He made no move to follow up on the action, but his eyes still glittered as though waiting to see if she'd go that far.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 2:25 pm
She squeezed, her lips tight as he rotated crudely in her grip, twisting slightly, her eyes bright “You have to buy me dinner first.” She smiled. “Real ladies are never easy, but we are worth the wait, if you’re that LUCKY. After all, its not all about the size of your sword, it’s a matter of blood and breeding.” She twisted the whip around her hand, heart thundering because it would only last so long. “Call it a date for another time, general, if you’re worth MY time.”
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