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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 11:51 am
"Hello, little girl. Did I wake you? So sorry about zat." The looming figure towered over the chopsticks-and-knobs frame of the girl, examining her with the unrelenting countenance of the crows.
He already pledged his loyalty to such an unusual task. The motions felt comfortable to him, familiar in their ease and grace. Given the power roiling within him, he no longer feared any threats to his anonymity or the sudden vigilante homeowner. So he embraced the streets with quiet immersion, melted into the shadows with a cohesive understanding. Perhaps, in a sense, he embodied the shadows. And as they stretched and coiled over all things, he might extend his reach in the same manner.
Now what might he grasp tonight? Ornate statuettes from countries a dream's breadth away? Or perhaps minor scraps from a little girl's journal, filled to the brim with ceaseless doodles and pipe dreams unrecognized? Likelier still, he would revisit the stranded youma with naught but trash concealing deeper stories than sentimentality and snow globes. Would he appreciate such fragments of life, or did he prefer the shallow gaudiness of tourist trinkets?
No matter - given this neighborhood, he would collect an assortment: from authentic canopic jars to imported cigarette butts, from an urn full of ashes to a first edition copy of a Charles Dickens novel.
She still crushed the grogginess in her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Um... Who are you?" Her voice, still laced with fresh childhood, carried clarion clear throughout the cluttered bedroom.
Normally he'd never visit this area. Given the great distances between homes, it afforded few individuals to drain or splinter, and the likelihood of an errant senshi slimmed to nil. The rich maintained their own breed of misery, didn't they? Surely it bored far deeper into their hearts than common anguish. Since they sequestered themselves so easily, surely they looked upon the happenings of Destiny City with derision.
And as a roach himself, why shouldn't he scuttle into distant opportunities?
He knelt in response, folding in on himself with practiced grace. "Bischofite. Tell me your name, and we can do somesing fun."
He chose his venue without much consideration. In the dead of night, how might he discern the nuances that indicated a family home or simply a rich couple? With the plethora of thick trees between the houses and a sparse smattering of street lights, he had little to work with. However, a single open window on the second story provided easy access. How trusting, especially with the abysmal human interest stories repeating over the news. Surely with all the incidents striking so close to home, one might take the time to lock the windows before bed? Though windows provided little resistance to those steeped in turpitude.
And surely one story proved no challenge to a seasoned captain like himself. His leg finally healed, the jump reemerged as a possibility to him, whereas before he only retained teleportation as a method of transportation. And what might await him in that room? An unruly teenager showing off on her webcam? A young adult enjoying the darker corners of the internet? Or perhaps a child, fast asleep with a few dregs of misfortune to call nightmares. Now, wouldn't he love the honor of becoming a boogeyman? Though, that entailed leaving a live victim.
"My name's Lacy. But I'm tired... I don't wanna play games." She yawned loudly in response.
"If you don't play wis' me, I'll tell your parents you stayed up late tonight."
So leap he did, and he caught the ledge with ease, though he nearly destroyed the screen in the process. It required little effort to remove the thinly framed mesh, and he tossed it to the ground unceremoniously. Upon straddling the ledge, he realized his suspicions bore the latter - he sat at the mouth of a child's bedroom, filled to the brim with toys and trinkets and other meaningless drivel. Suddenly his intentions toward absconding with interesting materials meandered toward a darker path. What might the youma think of a child's fresh starseed, in place of exotic relics or domestic dregs?
Oh, and the taste...
"Okay, okay, fine. What are we playing?" Now that she finally roused herself enough to consider a game, he seemed distant and reserved, like he was looking out the window for something not quite tangible. "Um... Bischy? Are you okay?"
"I'm drowning, Lacy," came his cryptic response. His gaze remained transfixed on the blackened horizon. Acid eroded the back of his skin, an itching sensation that tore at him with the ferocity of someone equal to him in power. An itch in his teeth. A buffer in his lungs restraining him from breathing fully. An aura that soaked him in bleach and ammonia, and it choked him with its abrasive vigor. "Drowning in people zat need me to survif'e."
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:02 pm
Mei sat on her bed with her back pressed against the cool textured wall, eyes fixated on the henshin pen in her hand. The handle looked like it was a rose quarts with some sort of white sand encrusted at the top and bottom portion of it. At the top sat a small glass sphere, but instead of being completely see through, as she turned the pen over in her hand it shone with an iridescent rainbow color. It was the center however that caught her attention, it looked like either a symbol or a fracture in the glass, either way it resembled a large lightening bolt. Her thoughts refused to stay on one topic for long. Running into Aventine who warned her of the dangers of Destiny City, Kallichore saving her from the drunken man at the tennis court, news media talking about the local terrorists, Julienne the talking cat the one who gave her the pen she now holds in her hand, and the chaos guy with blond hair M - something the one that wanted to kill not only her but Julienne as well. A war between chaos and order, one she was wrapped up in whether she wanted to admit it or not. At the thought of war Mei looked up in the general direction of her brothers room. 'Shen...' Every fiber in her being wanted to go to him and ask his help on what to do, but this was something she didn't want to get him involved in, plus deep down she knew what his answer would be do what's right Was it really that simple though? Thinking about the training he will have to go through, things he will experience, and the fact that despite everything he knew to expect he was still willing to go fight helped Mei make up her mind as to what to do. With determination etched in her voice she whispered a promise to whomever in the universe could hear her "If you can go across the world to fight, then I can do this, I can stay here, and fight to protect our home, our family, and those who need protection, I can do this". Mei looked at her alarm clock to get a feel for how late it was already "11:00... not too late" she thought, "I could patrol for an hour and call it good" She scooted to the the edge of her bed and slipped on her running shoes. She stood up and momentarily stuck her henshin pen in her back pocket and walked over in front of her window. With one last glance over her shoulder she quietly opened the blinds, flipped the latch and slid it open. Unfortunately her room was on the second floor but at least she wasn't jumping out of her window just to hit the ground below, fortunately she did have some roof that she could walk along. The only down side is that her room faced the front of the house and if someone saw her, they would no doubt call the police on her thinking she was burglarizing her own house.When she got to the edge she sat down and swung her legs off the side of the roof and jumped down onto the front porch. Wiping the moss off of her pants Mei ran down the concrete steps and around into the far corner of her backyard behind the Rhodes. For fear of someone finding out where she lived Mei intentionally powered up away from prying eyes. Reaching behind her Mei pulled her pen out of her back pocket and in a hushed voice repeated the same words that Juilenne instructed her to say on the first day they met "Sidouer power, make up". It felt like a warm breeze enveloping her entire being as her every day clothes were replaced by her new sailor scout uniform. She looked down with a bit of annoyance that her shoes were still the same as before... heeled boots. It truly seemed like some cruel joke, unfortunately one way or another she will have to learn to run in them. If she only planned on being out for an hour, it would probably be a better idea to stick to a few block radius just to make sure that everything was safe. Given the past altercation, it would probably be wise to check the tennis court area just as a precaution. With her route set she took off at a jog, at the very least to get use to running on heels once she felt confident that she wasn't going to kiss the asphalt she gradually picked up speed. At about five blocks east of where she lived is when she felt it, darkness similar to the presence that radiated off of the guy from before. She slowed back to a jog, then a walk then stopped and turned to face the direction the aurora was coming from. Maybe it's him... The longer she stood there the more inclined she felt to return home. Simply put, luck is the only reason she was able to get away from before, and right now she didn't feel too lucky. But, she made a promise and she planned on sticking with it, she will do what she can to protect her neighborhood. With determination back with a vengeance she set off in the direction of the signature making sure to stick to the shadows. Driven by curiosity with the aid of caution Sailor Sidouer approached the house from the back yard along the side of the wooden fence. She hoped this house wasn't rigged like her parents home with motion sensor lights. As she got closer she realized that the signature she had been pursuing was coming from inside the house. Each step closer brought with it a sense of fear she felt was similar to having a large spider crawling up your back. A creepy sensation that causes all the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on ends and your heart pound in your chest. Each pained throb felt as if her heart wanted to leap from her chest and run away since her body refused to. With her back pressed against the house siding she drew in a deep breath noticing for the first time that her hands were shaking 'What am I doing' she berated herself. She should go, she knew she was way over he head What if this was the same guy oh what's his name Mar... Mario... Marpipo, whatever she wondered. There is a chance that this was his or her house and that they had decided to power up inside, although there was a distinct other chance that whoever was inside was an unwelcome guest. She had to know. Sidouer took a few steps away from the house and crouched down low before propelling herself upward. It felt effortless to jump that high almost like she prepared herself for nothing. Though, it was what she didn't prepare herself for that caught her by surprise... the landing. It didn't really dawn on her till her foot touched the shingles along the edge of the roof that heeled boots on a pitched roof was not the smartest idea. "Oh crap" Before she had time to process what was happening, her foot slid out from under her. In feeble attempt to save herself from a 2 story fall she reached out with a gloved hand and grabbed a hold of the aluminium gutter. Normally this would be considered a good time to let out a sigh of relief except for the fact that she was now hanging precariously 2 stories off the ground my a measly aluminium piece of metal in front of the window she intended to look though looking at someone who was most definitely not the Maripo guy from before. "...s**t"
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 9:09 pm
Even as the child gasped at the grinding of heeled boot against old brick, Bischofite gasped with excitement.
Oh, how he adored company that sought him out.
So was this how Tantalus suffered in the bowels of Tartarus? Did he stand just beyond that single, basic offering, knowing that he lacked the means to reach it? And he smiled - it turns out his night yielded far more than a fearless child and a handful of trinkets pilfered from a house condemned to immolation. There she hung, suspended by a single hand, and she watched him with the same level of devotion that he afforded to her.
It felt almost surreal, that moment. Stuffed animals loomed in the dim artificial light - pink elephants adorned with bows on the ears, little raccoons with their stuffed hands sewn to plush teacups, giant hamsters rendered in anime-style. They sat still with their plastic eyes and glass eyes and button mouths and felt mouths. Silent. Staring. As they stared at nothing, they stared at the two. Always watching, waiting for a performance not yet written.
Bischofite straightened up and summoned his weapons silently. The cold steel weighted his hands in such a familiar fitting - perhaps he was shaped to the weapons rather than the inversion of such a statement. Yes... what he wore were borrowed items, weren't they? A costume for the actors in this cosmic little play.
Cute. Trite. Decadent.
"Were you curious, girl?" He asked upon approach - slow, steady steps that sprawled across the overly-plush carpet. Even the treat of his boots left perfect ridges in the soft blue fibers. He strayed toward the window, his countenance alight with curiosity and excitement, and he watched her intently. "What were you looking to find here? What draws you to sneak up on little girls and Negaverse agents, eh?
"Do yourself a favor." With a sudden shift in his demeanor, eh shot her a look of disappointment and rapped the raised panes with his bladed chakram. "Let go. Enjoy your little descent into ze bushes. Go home. Pretend zis might didn't exist. I haf' business here, and you're not going to interrupt it wis' your half-baked shenanigans. I'm only warning you because I haven't seen you before, and I'm feeling nice today.
"Now go," he finished by launching one of his weapons straight at the girl's gut. Despite their dullness, the impact still managed quite the sting. "Leaf' me and maybe I'll show zis child a little mercy." Once again he knelt by the girl, who slowly realized the gravity of her situation.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 10:25 am
There was no way Sidouer would have seen whomever it was that stood at the foot of the child's bed had he not of turned to face her. Those startling golden eyes held her still like a deer caught in the headlights of a swift moving vehicle. This was most definitely not the same guy that chased her and Julienne through the woods that fated day she powered up for the first time. No, the guy in front of her seemed more terrifying with his predator looking gaze like he had just zeroed in on dinner. Had it not of been for the what appeared to be blood slashed across his face and the large skull on his shoulder, she may have thought he was quite handsome. However given the circumstances of her situation there was no time for such thoughts. The aluminum gutters groaned in protest as she continued to hold on, not that she was unwilling to let go, lord did she want to let go. Rather, she felt physically unable to let go as he approached the window, it felt like a game of cat and mouse and she was the mouse with her back against the corner body frozen despite instincts to run pull at her. Maybe if she stayed still he would ignore her... HA yeah right wishful thinking totally not going to happen. Was she curious? Yes of course she was or she wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. Who was she looking to find he asked... Sidouer opened her mouth to respond "Umm ... not you...?" she stuttered. So focused on not breaking eye contact she didn't even notice that he had a weapon in his hand till she herd him tap it against the glass. The gleam of moonlight that skimmed over the metal surface pulled her attention away from him momentarily, 'this is not going to end well...'Once again the gutters announced their distress caused by the burden of holding her up. Let go he said, though he didn't give her much of an opportunity to reply before he punctuated his 'suggestion' by throwing his weapon at her. Instinctively she brought her knees up to protect her innards from becoming outards, the motion however ended up being exactly what broke the camels back, or rather in this case the gutters off the eves which sent her plummeting to the bushes below. The impact with the bush was unfortunately the sort of jarring she needed to pull herself from her previous stupor. Rolling over off the bush she looked herself over and assessed the damage, she had no doubt that she supported a few lovely scrapes and bruises all along her backside. She brought her hand and touched a rather spore spot on her lower back, with a sharp intake of breath and a pained wince she looked at her hand, yup she was bleeding "Son of a..." she stopped before finishing that sentence. On the ground next to her lay the weapon he launched at her. Curious, Sidouer reached over and picked it up. Thanks to the many video games her brother place she was at least familiar with what it was, a chakram. Despite the shape and size feeling foreign in her hands she stood up defiantly, hugging the chakram to her chest, and yelled up to the open window "What kind of moron throws his weapon out the window then walks away". If he wanted it he would have to come get it from her and maybe... maybe she could draw him away from the house. However, one thought struck her as being kind of odd Where were the kids parents... There was no way they didn't hear me fall.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:57 am
The gutter snapped, and the girl whisked away from his sight - all the better. Bischofite turned toward the girl, now edging toward her bed and whimpering with fright. Then he heard her - not the child, but the haughty wench of a senshi that fell to the ground moments earlier.
WIth an impatient sigh, Bischofite redirected his attention to the window. "Ze kind of moron zat lets a senshi lif'." He laughed in response. Sneered in response. Disregarded her in response.
Deal with it, little girl. Walk away from here. Tell your friends. Start a party.
But more pressing matters now awaited him - the signal only presented itself as a crack, a whispered moan in the house's bowels, but it still reached his ears with utmost urgency. Yes... someone awoke. Someone crawled within the house, searching for things better left to their own devices. Searching for the burglar that broke their gutter, no doubt. Well, they could have her if they wished, no s-
And then the child screamed.
The captain snorted. Likely they would chase after this location, guns or knives or rolling pins in hand, looking for the foolhardy individual who frightened their daughter. And they would rain down their own clandestine brand of hell and death in their moment of adrenaline-fueled glory. This is what they hoped for. This is what they came for, one glorious attempt to protect their brood and maintain the sanctity of their shelter.
But Bischofite wasn't interested in some final standoff in the confines of stuffed animals and oversized beds. The groans grew closer. If they really wanted to save her, he would eliminate all chances of that before they even reached the room. The stairs gave slightly under someone's weight. What was the sound of misery these days? Was it worth the wait? What became of these affairs? He could revisit this place as Alois to view the extent of the damage. The doorknob clicked gently.
And the black-haired captain was out the window without another sound.
By the time he lighted on the ground, he knew the blonde senshi still lingered. He knew she still clutched his weapon. He knew she likely intended to attack him with that edge. With magic. So with a dash of concentration and a hint of focus, that weapon returned to his grasp - simply disappeared from hers.
"It's time to play, little senshi. Which of us can avoid getting shot tonight, mm?" He flashed her an iniquitous smile. "Start running - someone's pissed." He laughed, and began a sprint toward the woods.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 1:53 pm
Though he was no longer in her line of sight, Sidouer heard his response quite clearly which was followed by a brief moment of silence. By now confusion had replaced her former stupor , twice he has offered her a chance to flee, though the first chance had been punctuated with a weapon to the gut. ' Just like that? He's letting me walk away? Does he seriously not care about getting his weapon back?' Talk about a perplexing individual not to mention intimidating as hell. Maybe she shouldn't have called him a moron. The shrilling scream of the young child caused her heart to skip a beat. Yet before she was able to utter a sound demanding he leave the kid alone, she watched as he leaped from the window and landed silently on the ground near where she stood. 'Well that worked...' At least the kid was safe, for now anyway, her on the other hand... not so much. Hugging the chakram closer to her chest almost like it was a delicate plate she didn't want to drop, she took a step backwards to put some more distance between them. ' He's out of the house, now what?' She tentatively took another step back when he closed his eyes, the fight or flight instincts taking over telling her to run. Though before she could turn to run away the weight of the weapon she held onto felt like it was getting lighter. Looking down she realized that that it was gone "WHAT" she said louder than she meant to "Where...?" Her question was was cut off as the lights from the room above turned on. 'Which of us can avoid getting shot' she heard him he said so calmly yet with a hint of amusement. 'SHOT? I don't want to get shot...' She looked up at the window for a brief second not noticing anyone standing above her... yet, then back towards the dark figure as he took off towards the woods leaving her standing there alone. The unmistakable sound of the hammer being pulled back on a handheld gun prompted her to take off sooner rather than stick around wondering if they knew how to actually shoot the weapon. Keeping her eyes on him, she watched as his dark form disappeared past the tree line "HEY" she yelled after him. Like that would do any good...
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 1:25 pm
Bischofite laughed brazenly in the face of the twigs and branches and underbrush that sought to bar his path. It mattered little; between a pair of dull chakrams and unending adrenaline, he pierced the thicker pieces of the forest with little difficulty. It didn't even matter that he left a wake; surely the senshi trundled after him, and she desperately needed markers should she try to keep up. Without a weapon, how might she traverse such thick woods? Or would she simply forsake trailing him in hopes of finding a more predictable opponent to trifle with? It didn't matter; from the sound of her voice, he still held her attention in its entirety.
Shots rang out over the horizon, cracking across his ears like thunder. Yes, in his beleaguered state, the father started discharging his weapon wildly into the woods. But did he even know who he was aiming for? None seemed anywhere close to their mark; was he truly aiming for the senshi trailing behind him? How perfect. How exciting. He couldn't hope for anything more of this night.
A shot split his hearing once again, this time a high-pitched pang in its wake. Small flecks of tree bark shot out somewhere on his left. He laughed, a whistling, choking noise; it looked like the father understood at least that much. Maybe he was quick to catch the dark figure spilling from the room in its own malicious flight. How much more excitement did this night harbor? Any more, and he might simply cease his sprints for that trundling senshi to catch up to him - if he did, what more could his exhilarating night out have to offer?
Another shot thundered into the horizon.
Not much more to go now; Bischofite recognized a clearing in the coming brush. A little brighter than the rest, it shone through the gaps in the leaves and brush that still stood defiantly before the captain. His prize was likely in tow by now; he ceased his traipsing through the woods to cut down the last of the brush - to expose what clearing lay beyond it. To let the moonlight in, to guide her path into the beguiling light.
For that's where he would linger, in all his mirth and malice and malignant tendencies.
Bischofite strode to a stop in the clearing, and spotted a large boulder off to the right. He leapt atop the rock, crowning it easily, and crouched down in expectation of her arrival. As he waited, the adrenaline slowly ceased its hold on his body, and his shoulder throbbed with violent abandon. Did he accidentally strain himself in his romp through the woods? After passing a chakram off to his left hand, he pressed his free hand to his shoulder and squeezed the injury; all his actions managed was to provoke a yelp from him. This wasn't a muscle tissue problem, nor was it a torn rotator cuff. No,
he was shot.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 10:47 pm
'Man he's fast...' Sidouer watched as his dark form melded with the shadows of the trees, though she refused to let that deter her. She may not be able to rely on her eyes to spot him, but she could sense his power signature which acted like a beacon. If all else failed at the very least he was kind enough to marked the way. 'So thoughtful' she thought all the while rolling her eyes. The adrenaline that coursed through her veins started to fade the further she pursued him though the woods which was gradually replaced by a pinching sensation in her side and an even harsher throb in her lower back. What was the point of this chase? He left the house and at the speed he's going there's no way she was going to catching up. "This is stupid" Sidouer slowed to an abrupt stop to catch her breath and rid herself of the pain in her side. Carefully she touched her backside to determine just how bad her wound was bleeding which elicited a sharp breath that sounded like a hiss. In a hushed voiced she let out a "Ahh... dang it" 'that hurts...'. Even in the dark she could tell that the line of blood that had soaked into the palm of her glove from the scratch was getting worse and running wasn't helping. For a moment she honestly considered going home had it not been that his power signature stopped moving. 'He's taunting me, waiting for me to catch up' She wasn't stupid this is all a game to him, something he made perfectly clear before sprinting away. Cautiously she proceeded forward, as an internal argument raged in her mind, 'I've got to be out of my mind, why am I still going after him? I could have left he gave me an out so why? It's dangerous... he's dangerous... But...' She finished her statement out loud "I got to know". Her thoughts stopped as a clearing started to come into view up ahead. If he thought she was going to run out into the open he had another thing coming. Instead she stopped just along the tree line close enough to see into the opening but hopefully far enough back that should he decide to throw that weapon of his at her again, the trees 'should' provide some form of protection. Strickenized I hope this sounds okay. Now for the fun part.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 2:54 pm
Bischofite clutched his shoulder gingerly in hopes of stymying the flow of blood. It still whetted his uniform, tarnished the gold feathers in the embroidered wing. He groaned hoarsely; the pain broke through the soft net of adrenaline with little resistance. His mouth opened in a silent scream when he tried to pull his hand away; the blood already coagulated to the exposed skin. From what he could tell, the bullet penetrated seamlessly - it must've left his body in the midst of his running, for he was most certainly shot in the back.
How fitting - the conniver sustains a blow to the back. The schemer meets betrayal in its most violent form. It was enough to coax a smile out of him, a strained laugh laced with pain.
Oh, how the world provided him with such gems these days.
"Why hide from me, little girl? Why linger in ze bushes? You know I can still feel your presence..." He searched the trees through bolts of pain, watching for a glimmer of that pink and white outfit. She wasn't dressed to blend in. "Come, your assailant is shot. What do you haf' to fear now?" He laughed once more, a cracked, stuttered, cough laced with whispering whistles.
Maybe she just wanted to view a spectacle, an injured Negaverse officer roiling in his own pain. Maybe she wanted to observe the human mind at work, meticulously dismantling itself in a fashion both glorious and harrowing. He didn't know what she wanted, but he didn't care. If she wanted to loiter in the forest and watch him like a lovestruck teenager staring down a crush, that was her prerogative.
Maybe she just wanted to see that they do, indeed, bleed red. A perfect contrast to the forest.
Oh, but he had the most glorious plans for his latest assailant.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 3:35 pm
"I'm not hiding," she responded "like you said you know where I am and I know where you're at. I'm just keeping a healthy bit of forestry between us. I'm not sure who you're use to fighting but I'm not stupid enough to run out into the open just to give you a clear shot." She placed her left hand on her abdomen, 'That... and I really don't feel like getting hit with that weapon again.' She thought as she let out a quiet groan of discomfort. What he said next caught her off guard. 'He got shot? Is that why he stopped?' Her eyes narrowed in skepticism for a brief moment which was soon replaced by a raised eyebrow and a slightly amused smile. A part of her whole heartily wanted to spat out 'HA karma's a b***h that's what you get for breaking into a home, scaring the crap out of a kid, and making me fall from the roof.' Instead she skirted around the trees to get an actual view of him to confirm what he said was true. "How do I know you're telling the truth? That you're actually hurt?" He could just as easily be lying, but if he was actually injured, it's not that she couldn't just leave him in the woods to fend for himself, it's that deep down she knew she wouldn't be able to. It didn't matter what he did, his blood would not be on her hands. Regardless, just in case, she groped the ground till she found a stick maybe two and a half feet long and maybe a half inch round, should he decide to attack her, she would be ready... hopefully.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 5:33 pm
"Zat explains why you were hanging from ze gutter earlier." He laughed in his rebuke; it pained him to move so abruptly, and that choking laughter dwindled into a groan. He hadn't ever been shot before; Bischofite made plans to avoid that experience in the future.
If there was a future.
Bischofite only smiled in response to her incredulous question. He peeled his palm from the fast-coagulating blood and raised it toward the forest, where her signature emanated. His palm now covered in blood, it glistened in the moonlight. No longer were they capable of perceiving color now; too little light flooded the area for such commodities. "Can you see my hand, senshi? Or do you need to taste it for yourself?" Finally he rose from his perch, his weathered boulder pressed amidst the clearing, and approached the forest line.
"Are you afraid to attack me, despite my injuries?" He gasped in wonder as he peered through the trees, searching for glimpses of white among the darkened brush. "Are you planning somesing underhanded, my dear? Tell me, and I might let you in on a little secret." Though he tried to penetrate the forest with the ease he exhibited before, his shoulder protested in nearly paralyzing bouts of pain. Agony jolted down his arm and splayed across his chest like a heated steel webbing.
With every sharpened throb, he pushed himself further.
Surely by morning, his trail would remain evident to even the most woefully inexperienced trackers. With the plethora of blood seeping through his uniform in darkened rivulets, he marked a viscous trail. Perhaps if he could just reach her, an inkling of that blood would tarnish her otherwise crisp and clean outfit... By that time he might've buried his roots into her innocence.
And that was all he hoped for, in the dark of this night.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 9:14 pm
Sidouer peeked her head out from behind a tree when he asked if she could see his hand that he so kindly he held out to her. Between the lack of light and the distance between the two of them there really was no confirming what the heck was on his hand, hell it could be a glove for all she knew. "No I can't, and to be completely honest I'm not entirely sold that the 'blood' on your hand is even yours. You sure you didn't kill a deer while you were waiting for me to catch up or that you didn't just catch yourself on a branch as you were so kindly marking a path for me?" Never mind the choking laughter or groan she heard from across the clearing, anyone can fake those sounds. How stupid did he really think she was? "Injured or not I never intended to attack you." She piped up when she felt his signature moving towards her. "You're the one that attacked me remember?" Sidouer held the stick out in front of her like one would hold a kendo sword, her grip tightening the closer he got to the treeline. The fear that spread though her entire being caused the creme haired senshi to faltered in her footsteps, hindering her attempt to retreat further into the woods away from him. Couldn't he just stay where he was? With her back pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tree, Sidouer's heart beat loud enough she was mildly surprised he couldn't hear it too. Swallowing the lump in her throat she scanned the area in front of her hoping that she would catch sight of him before he found her which was unlikely since her white outfit was in perfect contrast to the shadows that swallowed the immediate area.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:58 pm
"Did you trip over a deer carcass, my dear? No? Zat answers zat, now doesn't it?" It hurt to even walk, or breathe, and he struggled to think his shoulder muscles were so integral to such tasks. It mattered little what she thought; perhaps it even worked out to his advantage that she considered him a liar and a feigner.
Still he crept into the forest, careful to shield his shoulder from any errant foliage. As long as she spoke, he could use her voice to pinpoint her location. Dim though it was, slinking through the forestry, he could make out lighter patches amongst the darkness. And to those, he sought a closer look, though they never yielded the whispery white bodice he witnessed on her prior. She would track his movements, certainly, as she felt him as keenly as he felt her. But where might he find her, amidst all this damnable foliage? Certainly not in a tree; her voice sounded level with him.
So he continued to prowl, nudging his way through the forest as to avoid breaking twigs littered across the ground.
Surely enough, with ample patience, he located a large expanse of white in the distance. Against a tree it remained, long and thin in perfect framing - it felt like her, it moved like her, it stood like her. It must be her.
"When I asked ze child to play a little game, she declined. Do you know why?" As he spoke, he circled around the white marker in a wide berth. "She said she was too tired, zat she preferred to sleep. It took a bit of convincing, but after a while, she agreed to play wis' me. Zat was before you showed up, swinging from ze gutters like a gimped chimpanzee." He paused for a long moment while he successfully circle around to the side of that tree, where she stood stock still. "You were hoping to stop me, weren't you? To preserve any last dregs of innocence zat still plagued zis world? Cute, but ultimately a fruitless endeavor. Only I know why."
Finally he circled to the back of the tree, and in a clear shot, threw his chakram toward the wood. It impacted the trunk with a loud thunk, dampened by the thick foliage. Afterward he waited, watching to see which way his prey fled in this deathtrap of an isolated environment.
She would lose a part of herself here, that much he intended.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 11:52 pm
Sidouer heard the weapon as it danced through the foliage, she felt as it struck against the tree she leaned against the vibrations from the impact could be felt through her entire body. Biting down hard on her lower lip, almost to the point of drawing blood, the crème haired senshi closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to stifle the scream that so desperately wanted to escape. For someone who was apparently shot , the precision and force behind this second throw really did nothing to help his case. If anything it made her doubt him just that much more, and if by some slim chance she were wrong and he was hurt there's no way it was life threatening and if it was, he has one hell of a high pain tolerance. She hadn't noticed till her legs almost gave out from beneath her that she had been holding her breath this entire time. Her mind raced with unspoken words, what was she hoping to accomplish out here? At this point not even she knew. Strickenized She's wishing she were anywhere but here about now. I hope this tag makes sense, please let me know if I need to change anything.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 5:33 am
"You can't always turn your back, girl. You can't always just sit behind a tree, cowering or waiting." He huffed, and approached. Blood seeped through his uniform, staining a slow journey down his right side. The pain subsided to a dull throb, and he wondered if it stemmed from his powered abilities or brutally slow exsanguination. "You can watch life in an ivory tower, but it will dissolve you slowly."
He paused, just on the opposite side of the tree from her. The captain stared into its bark. Held fast to the chakram embedded in its trunk. He drew a breath, steeled himself. Pain brought its own rush, built into borrowed genes. He needed it, if he intended to leave here.
He spoke tiredly, almost solemnly. "I don't know your name, but it wouldn't matter to me. I won't hear of you in ze coming days, and I won't find stories of your triumphs. Zis much I do know. You are meek, girl, and you lack ze gall to stand against zose wis' greater conviction zan your own. You cower from it, scrape togezzer spitfire words and pray zat your display might still dissuade zem. But... Acting as such, you won't even be a memory when you die. Just anozzer faceless casualty in zis war, a tally across ze wall. If it were me, zen a budding young officer might ask, how many haf' you killed, Bischofite? And I would answer wis' a number. But I would not tell your story, for nossing can be gleaned from you. An easy mark does not promote grows', only hubris."
With a gathered effort, he ripped the chakram from the tree in a snarling snap. It pained his shoulder greatly, but it was necessary to illustrate his point. Another mark in the tree, another death on her side. They were both about as memorable.
"Tschüß, girl." He closed his eyes and gave himself over to thoughts of the bathroom he'd memorized in recent months. Cold marble countertop laced with black tendrils, deep umber cabinetry to accompany the slate floors. Glass, more glass. Brushed fixtures. Oh, and the smell - a conglomeration of incense and shampoos, saturating the room long after their departure.
Here he would lie in the bathtub, and Sidouer would slip from his mind in the midst of the pain. He was unlucky. It must've been a small caliber, which meant someone had to go fishing. And since the wound lingered in his back, he couldn't manage it on his own. He didn't have the nerve to, regardless. But the cold sweat sprang on his skin, and he knew he had little time left to torment the girl. He needed to return to that bathroom, so he concentrated on its acute memory. Soon after, he collapsed.
The senshi stood alone in the woods.Shanyume and fin on my side. let me know if anything needs changing.
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