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 Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:35 pm
Lieutenant Merlinite was nothing if not determined. He was going to get himself as many starseed and energy orbs as he could, and he wanted to get them from the 'good' guys. Those that fought against Chaos, and made themselves look like fools doing it.
What a waste of time. Why try and fight against true power? Okay sure, Senshi had magic and that could be pretty cool sometimes, it still wasn't as cool as the Negaverse and their weapons. Not to mention the power to teleport, and go into the Rift.
Everything about Chaos was awesome. Of course, that was probably the chaos telling him that, but he was okay with it.
He walked with confidence, feeling powerful tonight and ready to fight and win. He was going to find a senshi, and he was going to cut someone down to prove how awesome he was. He had his little baton, but he knew the weapon would get stronger in time, as he would.
Leaping up into a tree, he peered down the street, the lamps flickering in the low evening darkness. He crouched on the branch, hooking his legs around it and waiting for someone to walk by, so he could reach down and snatch them off the ground. It would be an awesome little trick.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:20 am
Marlin was getting used to the whole powering up and patrolling routine. True it wasn't every night and especially not on the nights that he did the stock taking for his Dad or on the theatre group days, but he was out and about enough times to start factoring into some of his evenings. He still hadn't worked out the point behind his so called 'weapon' though, resigning himself to the fact that someone out there was probably having a laugh on his behalf - a cosmic joke if you will. It had been a quiet patrol so far, no monsters, no anything. Just himself, his thoughts and the quiet evening. It was too good to last, the feeling of wrongness suddenly leaping out at him and disrupting his thoughts. He stopped walking, peering ahead at the darkness. "You may as well show yourself - I know you're out there." He might not know the exact location, but he'd learnt the hard way about auras and knew from the feel of it that this one wasn't a friendly one.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:49 am
Right.
Auras.
It was a goddamn cheat that most other people seemed to be better at sensing auras than he was. For him, it was always muffled and made it feel like they were all farther off than they really were. He was hoping other newbies might have the same thing going on, but so far he had no luck on that front. Well, it had been a silly idea anyway, though he'd been hoping for civilian targets and not powered ones.
"If you know I'm here, why don't you do something about it?" Merlinite hooted as he leaped out of the tree and fell down at the senshi, who was close enough for him to be able to swing his baton at. And he did so, as hard as he could, once he was within arms length. It was not the smoothest attack or the best well aimed, but it was an attack.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 7:00 am
"What was it with you people and attacking people unprovoked?" There was annoyance in Falias' voice as he got hit in the arm with the baton. As he tried to shove the other back, he reminded himself about the Carnival, reminded himself that he was obviously not dealing with people that cared all that much about other people's lives. He wondered if all the Negaverse and Dark Mirror people were crazy as he stepped back slight, trying to watch the other for his next move. Maybe it was a chaos thing. One thing he knew was that if the other kept coming at him then he'd do his best to defend himself. Falias was not about to just stand there and just let the other beat on him - getting beaten up by that dark senshi had been bad enough.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:34 am
Merlinite was pretty sure it was their job to attack White Moon Senshi and Knights, and that said senshi and knights should probably just get used to that idea instead of complaining about it every time he met them. What kind of babies were they, that they had to point out how unfair something was every time they played the game?
Big babies.
Merlinite was not feeling too threatened by Falias. Though he was still pretty bad at guessing auras and power levels he was pretty sure this guy was at the first stage of power, as they all seemed to have, and was not immediately capable of kicking his butt into the ground. So it came down to a fair enough fight.
Skill alone!
He wanted to prove that he had some of that, and he followed his attack with another one, not wanting to give the knight any time to try something fishy. He wasn't sure what they were capable of really doing, but he didn't want to find out the hard way.
"I'm going to bash your face in, man!" He laughed eagerly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 10:06 am
"What makes you think I'm going to just stand there and let you? Falias said as he did his best to try and avoid the baton-swinging Nega's blow and got a glancing hit by the baton for his trouble. Not for the first time Falias wished that his so called cosmic 'weapon' was something a bit more useful than a piece of mistletoe, which was probably more prone to get him laughed at than actually do anything useful. Especially given the fact that from the other's words it seemed that the Nega wasn't particularly interested in talking, seemed in fact to be more interested in trying to beat him to pulp. Not that any of them seemed to be the talking type - no matter what the media seemed to think. No they were more the attacking and hurting people type from his experience. Eyes narrowed slightly, Falias balled a fist and swung out at the other. Being beaten to pulp once was enough, he wasn't about to let it happen to him again - not if he could help it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 11:11 am
Merlinite was the kind of guy who got a little wrapped up in his goals, and forgot to watch out for the goals of others. He dealt with it when they overlapped, but only once the problem was already apparent. Unfortunately, in this instant, that over lap came in the form of punching, and it was only apparent to him when Falias' fist connected to Merlinite's face.
He learned quickly to keep an eye out for that, at least.
his good eye, as Falias managed to punch him right in the other one.
"OW!"
Merlinite stumbled backwards and put his hand over his eye, holding his baton in the other hand and having to force himself to not use both hands to cover his face as he would have just poked his own eye out.
"You little brat!" He growled, blaming his incompetence on someone else, as was his way. The way of the world, he thought. He swung his baton again, aiming for Falias' head but swinging a bit low and likely to hit him on the neck.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 5:38 pm
Falias hadn't been expecting to land a blow quite so spectacularly, but it was almost as if the other hadn't seen the blow coming. It had had the side effect of having the Nega stumble back and give him some space and Falias would have been happy to leave it there - even if he didn't much appreciate being called little or a brat (the other didn't seem that much older for goodness sake), the Nega seemed to have other ideas, swinging out with the dratted baton again. It hit the arm that Falias had raised in front of his face in an attempt to block with a stinging thwack, not hard enough to break - but certainly hard enough to leave a welt. He yelped, swinging out with his free hand, his punch low this time and aiming for the Nega's side.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 2:52 pm
Merlinite loved his weapon, but really, it was just a glorified stick. Reinforced a little bit, but still breakable and certainly not the most powerful thing out there. It was a weapon, though, and that was really all he needed from it.
As long as it could smack things, he was fine. Even if he did wish that he could hit with a little more power.
He was in the middle of a triumphant 'ah ha!' when Falias managed to punch him in the side, which turned the 'ha' into an uncomfortable 'urgh'. He was not going to lose again, damn it! And largely by accident, it looked like, as he was not sure what this guy even knew what he was doing.
Merlinite surged forward and swung his fist for Falias' face, his baton swinging arm still in a bad position for coming around with another attack. He was dead set on winning this one, damn it, and he was not going to let anything beat him. He needed to even out his score card!
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 9:16 am
The Nega's move took Falias by surprise and although he tried to dart backwards, he managed to do little more than half turn before the Nega Lieutenant was on him. It managed to save the other's blow from smashing into his face dead centre, the Lieutenant's blow instead connecting with his cheek instead, causing pain to radiate up and down the side of his face. Frantically Falias tried to kick out at the other - he really, really didn't want to get beat on again, but it was hard to focus on anything but the throbbing pain that was the side of his face.
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 1:12 pm
Merlinite and Falias were fighting like two guys with the same goal. Which was, of course, true. It seemed that way, anyway. Neither wanted to lose, and that was forcing them into a stalemate, because someone had to be the victor, and someone the loser.
Merlinite was just hoping to be the former, and was hoping his power, the power of Chaos, proved to be the stronger source.
Then he was kicked and he let out a gasp, the wind rushing out of his lungs. He gasped and stumbled back, bending over and putting his hands on his knees. He let Falias take a few breaths as well, looking over at the White Mooner and shaking his head.
"Okay, this isn't working," he said, straining to take a breath. "How about I be nice and give you a head start if you want to run away, eh? Fair chance."
That sounded legit to him, offering a way out for the good guy, so he didn't look like a big sissy when he didn't catch him. Because he wouldn't chase, but that was beyond the point. He still looked like he was trying his best, right?
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 11:16 pm
At the other's words Falias looked over at the Nega-Agent. He hadn't followed when the Lieutenant fell back, had taken the chance to try catching his breath, his breath coming out in soft pants. He considered the other's offer, while the 'run away' comment rankled, Falias really didn't want to spend the rest of his evening duking it out with the Nega-Agent. The side of his face was still throbbing and home, some take out and some ice was sounding really good right about now. Besides he really didn't think the other was as good as he was making out - Falias knew he wasn't particularly the world's best fighter - but he was no weakling either and had gotten some hits of his own in. "Fair enough" he said at last hoping he wasn't setting himself up for an attack from the back - because he wouldn't really put it past the Nega-Officer to do so, not with what he'd seen of the Negaverse to date. Lithia_Brandon sorry to take forever with this, we can probably wrap this soon smile
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:36 am
Merlinite was all too glad to hear the other was willing to accept his 'terms'. It was a good way for them both to get out of there without breaking each others faces further. It was not something Merlinite would be proud of later, but then, he would probably remember it differently if he ever had to retell the story to someone else.
He let the other back off, though, taking a few steps backward himself before he thought it was a safe enough distance to turn his back and high tail it out of there.
Okay, so not his best showing to date but he was getting better. He just had to figure out how to follow through, how to end a fight and be the winner, legitimately. Then he would be unstoppable in his climb to the top! No doubt about it. He was not going to keep up this losing streak for much longer, if he could help it. It was unbearable.
And embarrassing.
Not that he counted this as a loss, per se. He just hated that, at the moment, he had to 'take what he could get'. He pondered that as he run away, skidding around a corner.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 1:44 pm
Falias didn't turn his back on the Nega-Lieutenant immediately, loathe to turn his back on the guy who - lets face it - had come out at him swinging and had threatened to bash his face in, instead he had backed away warily for a good few steps before turning and walking away. He refused to run, not wanting to be seen as running away - although his steps were brisk - okay well more of a half trot. Falias would deny it was running if called on it though. He did not power down until he felt he had put a goodly amount of distance between the scene of the encounter with the Nega-Agent, but he started for home once he had done so. There would be no more patrol for him this night, no his next stop would be home - where there was an ice pack with his name on it.
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