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 Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 2:02 pm
It was late - probably later than Tag should be out, walking the streets of Destiny City. Particularly in this part of town, and especially when he's wearing an Armani suit and looks like he's carrying pockets full of cash. He was sneaking out from a one-night stand and there wasn't a cab in sight, but his training in the Negaverse prepared him for most dangers that would present himself, and powering up would only attract dangers that he didn't want to deal with.
Hoping to find a taxi soon, he took out a cigarette and lit up as he walked alone through the dark streets, keeping an eye out for any muggers that might be behind any corner.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 2:23 pm
General Painite was on patrol, as she always was, looking for fun and, above all else, looking for some senshi and knights to kill. Her drive for violence had reached a brand new level, and she couldn't yet find where she was sated. So she kept hunting.
Tonight, she was just passing through an area on the way to one she liked to hunt in a lot more when she spotted a familiar civilian on the street. Too familiar. The General frowned, her good mood, or what approximated a good mood for someone who had fun by killing people, dissipating.
Despite herself, she certainly was interested in this little happening. She hated the guy, but she hadn't seen him recently. At least, not enough to do anything to him, or to ease the hatred she had building inside her. Driven by Chaos already, her sense of justice had taken its own definition. It included the end of her spear and a lot of blood.
She felt like a little justice tonight.
Leaping for the rooftop she had been perching on, she dropped down at him. On him. She wasn't playing nice or holding back: she was looking to do some damage.
Call it 'advanced training'.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 2:52 pm
Keeping an eye out for muggers was useless when you had enemies pouncing on you from rooftops. Tag fell to the floor hard as General Painite dropped onto him. As a civilian, he didn't have nearly the resistance to this kind of pain that he would have if he were powered up, and he screamed on the pavement as he rolled about. "You ******** b***h," he spat as he did his best to gather his senses. "Goddamn it Painite. I know I leave a lasting impression on women, but this is getting ridiculous. You've got to get over me already." He sat up on the floor, his shoulder bursting with pain and swiftly powered up to Captain Osumilite in case she tried to deal another blow. "This whole crazy ex-girlfriend thing isn't that flattering on you," he teased through the pain. He waited a moment, a brief pause, before mustering all the energy he could and pushing his body forward into the air to try and tackle the General in revenge.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 3:09 pm
Painite watched him roll, laughing loudly at his anger and pain. It was the way she liked seeing him, these days: it was what she had envisioned, though so much better. She grinned at him and let him get up, stepping back as he powered up.
"Oh, don't cry so much. You like to pretend you're the big man around town, and you're going to let a little lady like me push you around?"
She wanted to fight. True enough, it wasn't exactly the most encouraged behavior within the Negaverse, but she did not care about it at all. Most of her actions recently, after all, were not exactly in line with the Negaverse rules.
It just made everything that much more enjoyable.
She called her weapon to her hand, though she didn't use it before he managed to tackle her to the ground. She laughed and kicked at him, aiming low on purpose.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 3:22 pm
" Ooooooooh, ********>" he groaned as General Painite kicked him in the groin. Granted, if he hadn't have tried to crawl back she probably would have kicked him elsewhere, but it still hurt like a b***h. He crawled on the floor to inch away from her slowly and summoned his microphone weapon.
"Don't think so highly of yourself, Painite," he winced as he rose off the ground, barely capable of standing. "You're not a little lady, you're just a psychotic b***h."
With that, he stepped forward and swung his microphone at her weakly, hardly able to assume a proper combat pose.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 3:34 pm
Painite looked thoughtful as she watched him, considering his words and letting him struggle to his feet. She liked knocking him down.
"I'll take that," she said after a moment, grinning.
Psychotic suited her just fine. She knew that she was in her own kind of control, and felt like she was finally achieving something, pursuing a goal that really fit her now. She needed that drive, and was letting herself get far too distracted before. In a way, he had helped her open her eyes.
She'd been fooling herself, after all.
When he swung the microphone she held up her spear, letting it hit her weapon before she moved forward, slashing with her weapon as she would a true enemy, a senshi or a knight.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 3:49 pm
The blade of Painite's spear slashed through his suit and broke skin, cutting him across his torso. He fell backwards in pain, panting for breath as he touched the bleeding wound with his hand and examined the blood on his fingers. "You rotten little c**t," he spat at her, gasping in shock. How dare she? She not only ruined his flawless body, but actually used her blade against him? A fellow Negaverse agent? This wasn't just a case of crazy ex-girlfriend syndrome, this was a psychotic killer on the loose. She meant business. "You will ******** pay for this." He flicked her off as he used the last of his remaining energy to instantly teleport out of the area and into his apartment bathroom, instantly collapsing on the floor with exhaustion and covered in blood. He wasn't sure if he should turn her in to his superiors or if he should let his pride takeover and handle the matter on his own, but he assured himself that he would get revenge somehow. Painite would get what was coming to her - one way or another.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 4:24 pm
"That's not a very nice word," Painite chided, clicking her tongue behind her teeth in disappointment as she shook her head. She tapped her spear against the floor impatiently, like a teacher tapping against the chalk board.
She liked the sound of his threat, though. She hadn't had a good game of cat and mouse in a while, and she loved it when the mouse thought they were a cat. She wanted him to try and get revenge on her: she could hardly wait for it.
When he teleported she sighed, leaning on her spear and watching the space he had occupied thoughtfully. He hadn't been expecting her to hurt him, that was obvious. She wouldn't see that surprise and pure anger again, if his pride had anything to say about it, but that was alright. She'd experience new and different reactions the next time she tried to stab him.
Chuckling, she looked around and padded off down the street, deciding to keep hunting along this area for the night. It had been lucky so far, after all.
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