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 Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 11:24 pm
In light of his recent events, more specifically him returning home a beaten and bloodied mess after a "riot" broke out at the carnival, the restrictions on the already tightly bound kid just got tighter. No longer did his parents consider it safe enough for him to wander about during the night, and all of the people he had come in contact with for any extended periods of time, whether they be friend or teacher or anything at all, were to be subjected to thorough background checks.. The kid felt like he was locked up in a prison, but could he really blame his parents? He didn't exactly come out of that brawl unscathed, no, his injuries were STILL healing. Luckily there wouldn't be any permanent scaring, not this time.
Tonight's routine consisted of simply relaxing in his room, gazing out of the window to the city below. It was in this moment where he felt so very lucky to have been adopted into such a wealthy family. He never felt as if he needed anything, just content to be loved by his parents and siblings, even if it was smothering at times. They all just wanted the best for the teen, he was certain. And in return, he wanted them to be happy, and feel assured that he wasn't doing crazy things all the time.
Unfortunately, with the discovery of such chaos that enveloped this city, something in which he could not share with his family, he felt that there was a new sort of responsibility, even though he did not fully understand it. All that he was certain of was that there was something beyond his control that was dangerous and potentially deadly, something that not even the best trained guards posted about his house, with their guns and night vision goggles, could protect his family from. Perhaps even the kid himself couldn't protect them, but he'd be dammed before he gave up in doing so.
As he continued to gaze out at the city, simply admiring how the lights seemed to glitter, flicker, and dance off in the distance, that pressure he became all too familiar with filled his chest. A choking feeling of just.. He found it hard to describe, just a feeling that something didn't belong, and with that feeling always came trouble. Without a second thought, in the solitude of his bedroom, he powered up into Sailor Avior, and silently slipped out of his window, wishing his family a good night in his mind, before going off to see what was causing the disturbance so close to his own home.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 8:03 pm
Bazzite had a fondness for shiny things and boy was this house full of them. His General was kind enough to send his youma topside to do some snacking and cause localized mayhem, as per usual. Bazzite was all too happy to oblige, having been dropped off, so to speak, on the outskirts of town where all the rich and well-to-do properties lay just outside the reach of mundane Suburbia. Being as tall and as blue as he was, Bazzite found his speed more than made up for the fact that he stuck out like a sore thumb. Dragonfly wings and long, lanky legs didn't help him blend into the crowd either but the guards didn't seem to take notice. The youma chuckled, watching and waiting from perfectly manicured hedges before slipping in through a window left slightly ajar. Closing the window behind him, the youma kept to the shadows until he could safely pull the curtains - shrouding the whole room in vivid near-darkness. Having glowing eyes was like two flashlights taped to your face, he found, and Bazzite was all the happier for it. Everything in here sparkled and the youma was determined now more than ever to take some of it home to his grotto. The first thing he found was a candelabra, brass or maybe bronze, atop a crystalline piano. Odd, he thought, aren't most pianos made of wood? With a shrug, the piano was forgotten and the object of his affections - the candelabra - was neatly tucked away beneath the youma's arm while he browsed through the rest of the goods in what appeared to be a formal dining room. He browsed, moving slowly from the corner where he started like a mother of three shopping at K-Mart.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 11:08 pm
The first off feeling that came to Avior from closer to his home than he would have liked.. As he moved about, trying to locate the exact position of where that feeling was centralized, he paled more and more. It seemed that the chaotic sensation that he felt was coming form within his own house. It felt so heavy, a pressure that just wanted to eat away at him, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Well, no, perhaps that was a lie. He had felt this feeling when he was at the carnival. An immensely powerful youma had shown up, and at the time before, that feeling just immediately made him retch, quickly emptying his belly of anything he had eaten that day. That time, he could not handle his fear well enough to continue fighting, so he had fled as soon as he could. Was he embarrassed by it? Of course he was! To flee like a coward with his tail between his legs was nothing he had ever imagined himself doing before. Perhaps it was for the best, because when he regained consciousness a few miles away, in the woods near his favorite fishing spot where he had fled, he realized just how messed up he was.
Avior's stomach dropped completely when he saw the shadow of a large creature enter into this family's music room, where the crystal piano resided. He quickly followed it, knowing the darkened mansion almost better than his own back hand. This was no place at all for something like that.. Not so close to his family. If he could, he would avoid a fight at all costs. Even if he could not, maybe he could draw the creature away from his home, to fight away from his sleeping family.
The way the creature moved about the shadows, switching to the dinning room seemed to point more towards it having intelligence, compared to the small fry he was used to dealing with. What it wanted with all of the crystal and brass in this room, he didn't know. And as powerful as it was, surely there was no way for him to sneak up on it either. Avior had no choice but to readily make himself known, as quietly and honestly as possible.
"I don't know who you are, or what you want, but just take it and leave this house, leave the people here alone." His voice was soft, just loud enough for the creature to hear him, and hopefully soft enough so that the guards around here did not realize that he was around.
"I don't want any trouble, I just want these people in this house to stay safe."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:28 pm
Bazzite could smell a starseed from a mile away, and this one was powered. No amount of sneaking or keeping quiet could stop the unique scent of delicious permeating from a senshi's chest. With arms full of brass knickknacks and precious crystal baubles, the youma turned his head slightly to gaze upon the person who interrupted his heist. "You want the people in this house to stay safe?" parroted the beast, a slight smile playing across his lips. Now came the difficult decision - was a starseed more important than trinkets? Or vice versa? "Let's see... I smell... oh, a good six other people in this house. But none of them can hold a candle to the starseed you're carrying, kid." His metallic voice no doubt sounded sinister; after all, what would a lion sound like when speaking to a gazelle? If the occupants of the household woke up, it was of little consequence to a youma. Police could be called, sure, but bullets? Bullets did nothing more than annoy. Turning fully, Bazzite sighed and placed some of the goodies he'd collected on the crystal piano nearby. If he broke one, well... Looking about the room, there were roughly one trillion replacements everywhere he looked. In the darkness, the youma was a defined insectoid shape towering a generous 13 inches above Avior. A few slow steps were taken towards the senshi. "So what you're saying," started the beast, metallic voice kept low for the time being. Quiet. Unusual. "is that you'd rather I take your things than fill my belly? What kind of request is that?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:10 pm
"Take everything, I'll even give you a nice large sack for them. And you can come back and take more." Avior was never one who was very good at negotiations, but if this beast had a reason to come in and steal everything, maybe he could just give everything peacefully. A monster the creature was, yes, but there was almost a human-like quality to him. Surely he could listen to reason.
He was near visibly shaking, knowing full well that he wasn't strong enough to make the creature leave by force. Luckily, the darkness distorted him enough from the beast, or atleast he thought.
"It's a request of someone who doesn't wish to fight, of someone who has no qualms with you, nor anyone else from your organization. The request of someone who just wants peace."
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 5:45 pm
"Or," Taking a few steps forward, Bazzite took the liberty of deliberating looking as far down as he could at Avior. "I could take everything and eat you. I can have my cake, right? Of course I can." Lunging forward, the towering youma took a swipe at the boy. Youma were capable of a great many things, but even entertaining the idea of compassion or mercy was certainly out of the question. As animals, they knew only the moment. There was no survival in compassion and mercy, there was no sentimentality. Only hunger and the scent coming from Avior's chest was nigh irresistible. If any of the occupants of the house awoke, they'd be easy pickings for a youma, who would happily devour them before returning to ransack the house.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 5:26 pm
Avior backed up as the beast came closer, the edges of the glass shelves pushed into his back. If the monster really wanted to fight, then there was no escape for the boy. His hand reached behind him, grasping wildly for whatever he could grab, though anything on this shelf was already taken by Bazzite, and shoved ontop of the piano. The only thing to do was to accept that he was going to die..
And yet, as the monster lunged forward, the carpet on the ground pulled was pulled from under his feet, and Avior fell to the ground with a thud. Taking the few precious seconds he had earned to roll away, he pushed back up to his feet, diving for the crystal cello that stood in the corner. It was harder than anything else he could grab, and luckily, he was strong enough to swing it around, due to his endless hours spent fishing. He couldn't beat the monster, they both knew that, but atleast he could try to chase it away.
It had come to the point where Avior didn't care if it decided to go after the other houses in the area. To him, they had all appeared to be rich snobs, wanting more and more.. There were even times where he just felt confused about protecting them. Could they not realize how vulnerable they were! These weren't just the normal every day people of the city, no, they were those that held power, held money, who had a close connection to all of the bigwigs and high class. Let this monster run off and eat them.. Just not these people, not the ones he held so close to his heart.
There was no point in being silent anymore. If his family were to find out that he was here, then so be it. He had to keep fighting.. With an angry cry, Avior launched himself at Bazzite, trying to bring the heavy instrument down on him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 7:53 pm
The cello coming at him was to be expected, but the carpet dive? That one was new. Bazzite was left wondering what happened for a moment before turning and finding the senshi wielding the offending musical instrument. To avoid having his delicate gossamer wings damaged, Bazzite turned to take most of the force of the blow in his chest. Peeling his skin back, the youma revealed rows of fangs as his eyes sunk back in his skull. "Why. Why did you do that?" The youma was taller and heavier than the senshi but that didn't mean momentum wasn't useful. The force of the blow sent the youma stumbling backwards. The last thing the youma wanted to do was crush his wings under his own weight. Reaching out, Bazzite found a long curtain and clawed it to stop his fall. Hissing at the offending senshi, Bazzite righted himself. "That was rude." came a reply as the youma lunged for the starseed twinkling right in his face. "If you'd just lay down and let me eat you, I promise I won't eat the rest of the people in this house. Scout's honor."
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 1:11 am
What exactly was this thing?! It morphed so quickly right before his very eyes, becoming more and more frightening. Though he had encounter youma before, never had he seen something like this, even past the fact that the creature could talk and somewhat reason.
"Why do you THINK I did that?! Seriously, are you as stupid as you are ugly?! I am NOT some meal for you to chow down on!" The lunge that came towards him could not be avoided, though a few quick steps backwards prevented him from toppling over all the way. His back slammed against a shelf, toppling it over, and blood began to seep through the bandages that were wrapped around his torso, his stitches torn apart again. Surely the people upstairs would hear the constant cracking, what with the window open, and the door slightly cracked. Even if the room was made to be soundproofed, something such as a fight could not be ignored. At least he had an excuse as to why there was so much noise. He could just say he fell.
Using the wall as a platform, Avior launched himself at the beast again, this time swinging the cello a bit more wildly. If the beast couldn't see where it was coming from, then he couldn't guard against it!
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