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 Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:03 pm
Maybe he'd get lucky tonight.
Bischofite was still growing accustomed to the option of an aerial view of the city. Since he'd received that sudden boon of strength and speed, he could now navigate the city at a predator's vantage point. He could watch without fear of being watched. Prowl without fear of being caught.
Stalk without fear of being stalked.
This area, one he'd frequented during the day, looked strikingly different that night. Trees loomed and cast their darker shadows over dim landscape, crawling away from the forlorn light of the moon. The plethora of park benches sat abandoned and empty, with nary a crumpled fast food bag to evidence recent human contact. The tennis court and net looked more sinister and confining under the guise of darkness. Even the goal post at the far end of the football field looked more like a beacon of mischief than a mark of triumph.
Somehow it seemed strangely fitting that he'd find himself here. The empty swing sets, the playground equipment shying away from the moon's enduring gaze... These things felt very old. Almost timeless.
It wasn't so different from this war, that spanned thousands of lifetimes.
He leapt from the lip of the building and landed nimbly on the sidewalk. He'd felt something, albeit distant, and it piqued his attention. It was a sensation he'd grown familiar with, that of a painful gnawing beneath his teeth. Akin to an itch he couldn't scratch. It was a feeling he'd grown to loathe.
Yet, this one was different somehow. It still drove him to scathing over its presence, but he couldn't express his perception of this signature in either of the languages he knew. The closest he could come to its description was almost like... a wetness that one couldn't wipe away. It was like he was soaked beneath the skin, and no amount of effort would mitigate its atrocious sensation.
He found this person's presence absolutely maddening.
Silently, Bischofite slipped into the park, behind the trees. He skirted the open field and approached the origin of the disgusting feeling that plagued him. He wanted it dead and gone, so he wouldn't feel so horrendous.
That was justification enough for murder.
And as he closed in on the one subjecting him to this irritant, he couldn't stave that thought from his mind.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 8:26 pm
Lassell, quickly breezed from rooftop to rooftop scanning his surroundings for any energy spikes. He hummed to himself as he did so, he was in a fabulous mood the evening sky was wonderfully clear and the stars twinkled at him. He smiled to himself as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop looking down every so often towards the ground to see if there were any dangerous situations. The night air was pleasantly warm and cooling at the same time and he enjoyed his evening patrols all the more when the night air was nice. He grinned to himself as he breezed on.
He paused on the rooftop of a building by the park, he took a moment before he sensed a faint energy, his curiosity got the better of him and he jumped down from his perch and then breezed into the park. He was starting to understand and get use to sensing energy levels when he was in his page form but it still took him a few seconds or so to identify it and figure out a way to deal with it without getting caught by other civilians. He walked around the perimeter of the park surveying the bushes in the dark. He was relieved in a way at the fact that the moonlight was aiding his survey but it didn't do much.
He tapped his chin with a finger before walking close to the trees that surrounding the park, his mind and his body trying to pinpoint the exact location of the energy. As he neared a cluster of trees the energy level had gotten stronger and he paused sidestepping a bit so he was partially hidden by the shadows of the trees and waiting for the source of energy to make its appearance. From what he could sense it was a another negabaddie, one who was stronger then he was and one that was different from the his previous encounters with other negaversers.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 11:02 pm
StarshineAngel01 permission to assault lassell, ma'am?
Apparently lacked the intelligence to determine that Bischofite was to be avoided at all costs. It was time to give him reason to do so.
He stepped out from his seclusion in the trees unceremoniously, his hands crossed behind his back. He walked boldly, and flashed the man a growing smirk upon approach. "So," he began, drawing to a stop only five feet away from the new arrival. "One of ze order brats came out to play today. Are you one of the senshi, or simply one of zeir meat shields?" His consonants sounded unusually harsh due to his Germanic accent. If anything, it lent him an even angrier tone to those unaccustomed with his native tongue.
However, as he searched his opponent's features, he noted that even this scrawny little kid's weapon was more formidable than his. If he had that harp, imagine the kind of damage he could inflict, from a bloody nose to possibly strangling someone with the wire. Now why in the hell did the Negaverse elect to give him jelly bracelets? He could certainly visualize the use of nearly any weapon as the result of it, but they did nothing but handicap him during a fight. What was he supposed to do, distract the enemy by waving them around? Kill them with laughter as they watch him futilely attempt murder with those abysmally squishy accessories?
His loathing for his 'weapons' had to wait. He was facing an order-aligned soldier right now, and he couldn't allow such arbitrary thoughts to interfere with his concentration. He wanted to make this one scream.
"I'm feeling razzer nice today, little boy. I'll make you a deal. You tell me your name and what you are, and I'll gif' you a head start." If not, the stranger would find out just how creative he was when it came to torture and benign playground equipment.
The night was still young, but he could make it feel unconscionably long for the unlucky page.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 5:42 pm
Lassell, watched as figure stepped out from behind a cluster of trees to reveal himself. "You know..just because I decide to approach with caution doesn't mean I don't have knowledge about Negaverse energies" he told the other before stepping out from his hiding place as well. He spoke casually like he had done this before. He dusted off his pants before shifting his gaze to the other.
"If you must know, I am not a senshi..." he told the other "from the looks of it..you are obviously part of the circle of chaos that is wreaking havoc on Destiny City." he put in. He lightly ran a finger along his harp. Even though it couldn't much it served as a great defense. Until, his magic got stronger it was mostly hand to hand combat.
"My name is Lassell, page of Neptune and I shall show you a melody unheard" he said introducing himself, and then making a small face at his catch phrase, it was just as lame as his enemy's weapon. "Now that I introduced myself, its your turn" he told the other.
He waited for the other to introduce himself, it would seem wrong to fight someone without knowing their name first. At the same time trying to figure out a way this battle started he had more important things to do. "You negaverse order people need to get over your anger issues" he said "there is a lot more to life then killing off innocent people" he put in, mentally preparing himself if the other decided to attack.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 12:59 pm
StarshineAngel01 Sorry about the delay! Also feel free to decide if any hits connect or miss.
He might actually try it, and that only caused him to laugh harder.
Lassell's responses only continued to amuse him. He approached the boy, his hands raised in a mock shrug. "Zere is not a damned thing to life, kid. It's not about anger. You are born, lif' a turbulent life, struggle against everysing, and zen die. Ze universe will not miss you, or sank you for your actions. It doesn't matter what you do or who you try to save," he paused only a few feet away. "It's about how much fun you can haf' before you die." He cocked an eyebrow at the boy, and chased it with a wicked smile.
Enough talk, though. He didn't want to stand around and entertain this poor sap with philosophies and life lessons. He didn't deserve it, and frankly the kid wouldn't even listen. Suddenly it felt like explaining quantum mechanics to a goldfish. "Let me put it to you zis way: I like people better when zey're dead. At least zey don't piss me off like you do."
Bischofite didn't feel like entertaining Mr. Harpsichord and his Annoying Aura any longer. Maybe after he'd stomped the poor b*****d, he'd offer up his name. After all, he needed a word for the one he's destined to fear.
The boy looked like he was standing there waiting for something. Waiting for his face to get kicked in, maybe? Bischofite would oblige that without batting an eye. In fact, nothing would grant him more pleasure than to bury this little twerp and be done with his stilted charades. He hated these order folk; all they did was prance around like they owned the place and were somehow doing mankind a favor by existing on a planet that they were never from. He didn't give a s**t about their homeworlds or their misguided attempts to protect everyone like they were worth something.
At least, in the Negaverse, he could kill someone and get away with it.
Bischofite took off toward the waiting page, and ducked behind him in an attempt to elbow the poor b*****d in the middle of the spine. He didn't expect it to connect, as he found these order kids to be on almost equal footing with him, but he wouldn't be surprised if he ended the night by choking him with a swing set chain.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 8:44 pm
Lassell huffed after he said his own catch phrase "that was such a lame catch phrase, now it as lame as your weapon" He told the other, he sighed and shook his head. In no way,shape or form did that sound fierce. He waved his hand "yeah, yeah..you keep telling yourself that" he said "now let's get this started, I'm getting bored of this chit chat" he put in before sliding his feet shoulder width apart and then shifting to the balls of his feet.
He whirled around just in time before jumping back a few steps to avoid the hit to his spine. If it made contact he would be down for the count. What's the point of battles if you get defeated not even 5 mintues into the battle. He shifted his weight before curling his hand into a fist and aiming his punch for his enemy's gut in an attempt to get his opponent winded.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 9:38 am
Bischofite was constantly impressed by his newfound reaction time. He would've certainly taken that punch without even tensing his muscles if he were his normal self, but as an officer of the Negaverse, he adjusted accordingly and took the punch against flexed muscles. It didn't bear quite the impact it would've, which could probably render him incapable of fighting back, but that didn't mean it was painless. No, it was painful enough to rouse a wince from his features.
Instead, Bischofite made a grab for that presumptuous-looking weapon of his. Inwardly he couldn't decide which was worse, but the thought of breaking those strings and throttling this damned page with it sounded much too appealing to pass up. And if he couldn't steal that stupid harp, maybe he could seize the boy's neck instead. He'd be damned if he was going to lose to this disgusting little wretch... Though given his recent encounters with senshi, he wasn't sure he possessed the skill to win either.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 4:00 pm
Lassell was glad the impact managed to get a wince of pain from the negaverse agent. But it wasn't nearly enough to get him down for the count. He frowned but focused once again, there was a chance he couldn't win this battle because he was much stronger then he was but it gave him a reason to practice more and become a strong knight in the long run He had reasons to keep fighting.
But he knew his limits and knew if he pushed himself he would be taken down with no doubt. He blew out a breath and glanced at his opponent "come on..I don't got all night" he saidStrickenized sorry it took so long my muse wasn't cooperating
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 10:23 pm
StarshineAngel01 That's alright! We can wrap this up if you prefer.
Still, he faced an insufferable little twit - an epitome of traditional thinking and admittedly boring catchphrases.
How trite.
Bischofite scooped up some of the sand from the nearby playpen and threw the handful at his opponent's face. With any luck, he'd be rendered blind for a few seconds. Long enough for him to realize he'd best leave this place. "If you're in such a rush, zen leaf'. What's stopping you, little boy?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 9:51 pm
Lassell nodded his head "yes..I do want to finish this..I have other things to do during my time so..if you don't mind I would prefer not to keep both me and you any longer then I have to" he put it. He shielded his eyes from the thrown sand "right now..its you that's stopping me." he saidStrickenized Yes we could..my muse is not cooperating
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:51 am
"And I do too. So what's stopping us from being petty little schemers elsewhere?" Judging by the boy's overinflated sense of justice, he'd guess moral obligation. No matter; if he couldn't keep up, then he couldn't save the world from Bischofite's deeds, now could he? "Since I'm such a nuisance, I'll leaf' you to zis mess of a park and carry on wis' more interesting endeavors." He waved caustically and departed into the night, without any qualms about leaving an order soldier standing.
Who said he signed up for the military anyway?StarshineAngel01 Sorry, work's been killing me.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:46 pm
Lassell watched the negaverser disappear he had a feeling he would encounter him again. But he looked around and started cleaning up after him. He was pretty sure he would encounter all the negaversers he's encountered so far once again.Strickenized No sweat..we'll call this post the last one and label it FIN
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