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 Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 6:24 pm
Oh god.
He was going to die. He was so going to die!
Merlin had no idea what he had done to tick off this creature, but he had certainly done something to offend it. Perhaps 'offend' was a little soft of a word, because this animal seemed to pursue him almost relentlessly. The youma had scales like an alligator covering its body from head to toe, its feet splayed like hands which made its run a little ungainly, which was probably the only reason Merlin was ahead of it. It was shaped rather like an oversized hyena... and quite frankly, it scared the crap out of Merlin. He hadn't even tried to sweet talk it into a state of friendliness, he had just run like hell the moment their eyes met.
The youma's pursuit had actually begun a few blocks away, which both hinted to the creature's persistence and Merlin's cowardice. He scaled up the side of a house with some difficulty, hoping that higher ground would give him the advantage. Basically, he hoped the thing couldn't get up here as well and continue the pursuit. But, when the youma started scaling the side of the house with ease Merlin probably released the girliest scream a man could manage.
'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!'
He was running again, jumping across one rooftop to the next, his movements relatively silent while the hulking youma behind him made noise without a care. He really needed to get this thing away from the area, where a lot of low-income households were available. There were probably people around! And if this thing was chasing him so avidly, it would probably chase everyone else just as happily. He just had no idea where to go! He slid down the side of a house, the youma stopping its pursuit as he landed on the ground. Glowing eyes stared down at him as the creature contemplated trying to climb down or jump down. It snarled with frustration as Merlin began to ran again, and followed him along the rooftops, eyes fixed on the caped senshi.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 9:29 pm
It was a sign that Lee's shouting and work, that her boot camp and her forced run and insults were starting to do some good. He liked to hope that it meant she'd be proud of him, instead of ashamed, and perhaps that he was starting to grow up. Sure, he still got the s**t beaten out of him, had to be rescued, a mess, but --
But in this instance, at least, he ran toward the creature.
It was the senshi that Sisyphus had spotted first, a blur that, at a glance, he had thought was a Negaverse officer, dark and wild. Only the energy signature marked him as one of ours and that was what drew him in. A glimpse of the creature following brought all clear.
"Crap." he wasn't equipped to deal with crazy creatures. But he ran toward it all the same; not across rooftops but stumbling his way down a fire escape and into an alley, thinking ahead as he did. Laoise's voice spoke in his head: Make use of what you have, or find something if you had nothing. Surely he could do that, at least.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 9:42 pm
Merlin was relieved that he was relatively in shape, though he was already out of breath because of the creature's pursuit, and it didn't look like the youma was tiring out in the least. If not, it only seemed to grow more determined, as if nothing would be able to sway it away from its chosen victim. Bad news for Merlin, who only knew how to run. His senshi ability would not do a single thing to the creature behind him, so obviously there was no hope in using it. His power was good for running away, but where could he go that this thing wouldn't follow?
Merlin noticed someone headed their way, and for a moment he was left stupefied by the other individual's action. Why was he running towards danger? Did he not see the giant animal hunting him down like the prey he was? He wanted to scream at the young man to turn around and run the other way, but he had little enough breath left in him to yell at someone else with.
The youma sensed the other energy, and it was suddenly confused as to who it should pursue. It paused in its chase, lifting its head in the air as if sniffing out Sisyphus. Merlin took the chance to stop and catch his breath, looking around for the man he had spotted before. He had disappeared as soon as Merlin had seen him, so he was hoping that the other person had enough sense to run while he could. The youma began heading in Sisyphus's direction, creeping across the rooftops, though it was by no means a silent creature.
It confused the hell out of Merlin, and suddenly made him worry that the youma had found someone else to snack on. He felt a mix of moral obligation and fear. "Woah, come back! HEY COME BACK!" Oh god it was going to eat someone and it was all his fault!
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 5:31 pm
"Crap crap crap." For his part, Sisyphus was in better shape than he ever had before -- enough so that he wasn't breathless as he hit the ground and started down the side alley, but that didn't mean he felt great. That queasy feeling, old and familiar from running the mile in gym class, was starting to take him over already. Or maybe that was fear.
His goal was to find a weapon, and in the alley behind a chinese restaurant, his options were limited. Trash cans. Dumpster. A broken chair, missing one of its rubber feet --
He grabbed this last, and turned just as the creature poked its face around the corner to glare at him, holding it up the way a lion tamer might in the circus.
"Crap." This time it was just a whisper. But he stepped forward -- shaking and twitchy -- to strike out at it weakly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 4:36 pm
Why hadn't Merlin thought about that first? Okay, so he was a little apprehensive about hurting anything, but a chair would have made a decent shield! Of course, he was proven wrong as the creature growled as chair legs were thrust into its face. It lashed out, jaws crunching on one of the chair legs that still had its rubber foot. For a moment, they were stuck in a childish game of tug of war, as the youma tried to pull the chair out of Sisyphus' hands.
Merlin knew he should help as he rounded the corner and into the alleyway. There had to be something he could do! The youma was currently distracted by Sisyphus, whom it correctly assumed to be the greater threat. Merlin didn't think that Sisyphus would last much longer, and well, obviously they both needed to come up with a more solid plan rather than A) attack it with a chair and B) run away like a little b***h.
He inched closer to the youma, unclasping his cape and holding it in his hand as if he was about to throw a net over the youma. "Merlin's Opening Act!" oh god that sounded lame. He threw the cape over the youma, which instantly disappeared.
It'd be back... in a couple of seconds. Until then, Merlin smiled hesitantly at the other senshi and picked up his cape from the alleyway floor. "Hi!" Oh, right, plan time. "Uh, it's going to show up..." he pointed towards the center of the street, which was only a couple of yards away. But hey, it was the best he could do to let up the pressure. "So we should, uh, do something."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 10:18 am
Sisyphus was left panting a bit, struggling to gather his thoughts as he blinked up at Merlin. For a very long moment, it didn't even register that this was another person -- another senshi, no less -- who was talking to him. When it did, he realized he'd missed quite a few of the young man's words, and struggled to think back to what he'd -- "How long? Oh god. Okay. Yeah. Let's. Grab more things. Maybe things we can throw?" He spun in place, searching the alleyway for more weapons with which to arm himself, and his eyes settled on the dumpster. Sisyphus hopped off in that direction, shoving it open. So gross. But there were heavy things in there. An old pot, left out to rust, which he grabbed immediately. Bits and pieces of what had once been a table. Beer bottles. Sisyphus turned to blink at Merlin. Krysin AAA SORRY I don't know where this thread got to, lucky I randomly found it, next time poke me!!!
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 6:09 pm
"Like, umm, now-ish long." That wasn't very specific, but Merlin wasn't quite that thoroughly acquainted with his own abilities. He had used them perhaps once or twice in the year he had been awakened as a senshi. Needless to say, Merlin did not get out much, and lately when he tried to get out most of things he happened to run into weren't all that pleasant. Like, the youma that had appeared again across the street. The creature appeared to be a little confused, unable to grasp the sudden change in its surroundings. At least that meant they had a few more seconds.
...Which Merlin spent mostly staring at Sisyphus in horror as the other senshi went dumpster diving. In life or death situations, this was probably the right thing to do. Merlin wasn't acquainted with fighting for his life (or dumpster) diving. The youma growled from across the street, and suddenly Merlin was scampering after Sisyphus and to the dumpster. There definitely wasn't much to use, and he wasn't quite keen on getting his fancy clothes all dirty. His cat wouldn't recognize him if he came home stinking.
He grabbed what was part of a table leg. It was rather short, he'd have preferred a ten foot pole or something to keep the monster a safe distance away... but he'd have to improvise. "So, uh, what now?" The youma had finally picked back up on their scent, and glowered at them from across the street. It made a slow prowl towards the pair, as if their newly discovered 'weapons' actually scared it.
...probably not, though.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 10:39 am
"W-well." Sisyphus had, somehow, found an old battered bike tire, long abandoned and complete with spokes. The tube itself was totally flat, but that was bonus in this one situation. It made it a better weapon, a better shield. In his other hand, he gripped a broken swiffer mop and licked his lips uncomfortably as he considered. "It's...it's going to come over here." Was already doing so, in fact, so he picked up the speed. "So, since we have no powers that...nothing that...well we hit it. A lot." And they'd have to do it now -- Sisyphus bringing up the wheel to protect himself from teeth that snapped at him and smacking the handle of the mop down, his heart rate kicking up to dangerous speeds as he did. If they worked together, they could smack the thing enough that it would retreat, at least. If they were lucky, maybe, they could do more.
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