If I can't reason with her, I'm going to destroy her. Medea marched down the nighttime streets of the apartments with flickering streetlamps. She hunted for the cream-haired lady who hurt her child-knight. Medea didn't care if she gave off a signal in her Senshi-wear. She wanted the agent to fear her--to know her signal. Her fists clenched, her eyes heavy under the streetlight, her shadow trailing long after her, she felt darkness on the edge of her awareness. It hovered. It buzzed. It hummed.
Ignoring any possibility of another signal, Medea hoped it was her.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE," Medea shouted to the darkness. "COME OUT. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU."
If it came to blows, Medea thought she could win the duel solo, but she didn't have a clue.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:55 pm
Schörl had found the new precision of her sense of 'feeling' others power signatures rather delicious. Precision was efficiency and efficiency was her opium. The unplanned seredipity of a delicious little scout signal following hers around as she practice acrobatics from target to target was just icing on the cake. What are you getting at, little drink du jour, chasing down a captain? Maybe she's very, very new. Or she's sick of talking to lieutenants who may or may not be willing to talk to her. Or know answers she looking for, or thinks she's looking for.
Still, perched cat-like on the top of a telephone pole, the captain looked down through the shadows at the girl standing moored in the light of the night, the dark a sea around her. Schörl leapt down, landing with a smart click of her boots in the dark and approached, letting the heels echo loud in the empty streets. "Burble, burble."
"Careful what jabberwock you call, I don't see a vorpal sword in your hand." "What do you want, little scout?"
Medea's eyes widened. A distant ambulance screeched. She didn't expect to find the cream-haired woman to fall with such grace or exude such confidence. If she were another officer, Medea would have even commended such finesse, but this agent harmed one of her closest allies and precious friends. She shook her head. She sounded so...playful. Maybe she felt afraid and hid it with these references to children's books--this confidence? Could it really be so psychological?
No. She seemed far too relaxed. Not a hint of nervous laughter. Not a hair out of place. She wanted to fight.
"As much as I appreciate your humor--" Medea stepped forward. "--I've got to know: Would you ever hurt a kid?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 3:35 pm
Schörl arched a brow, her mouth pulling wide on one side in half of the greek theatre duo masks. "Me personally?"
Wouldn't that be something. Looking for me out of all the chicks and chiln of the shadows. "Definitions are subjective, girl. I'd call you a kid." "Come now, Alice. You're gruesome fate's all been planned, my precious waif of wonderland. You stepped foot on this world; you've crossed the thresh. You end."
Schörl summoned her knout to hand from Rift-space, shifting fluidly into Grasp the Bird's Tail, then up brought her hand and arm around to finish the momentum of the motion by attacking with the reach of the wicked thongs at the little scout.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:21 pm
Sidouer pushed herself off the park bench and stretched her arms above her head. With her current string of luck, or lack there of when it came to encounters with the opposite faction, she decided it was probably best to opt out of patrolling in lieu of some self proclaimed training in the woods. Now that rest time was over it was time to do a quick run through the neighborhood and call it a night.
'Quiet nights are good nights' she thought, happy that she made it though a relatively mellow evening.
A few blocks down the road she jumped atop a light pole in an attempt to survey the neighborhood while she concentrated on locating any signatures, be it chaos or order. Unfortunately it wasn't an exact science and took a bit of time but she did sense something... "'Uhh..."she groaned almost considering going home since the direction she felt the signatures was in the opposite direction of her house.
"Why...? " She smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand and jumped off of the light pole. Even if the power signatures weren't close to her home doesn't mean they wouldn't be later. "May as well check it out." With her mind made up she took off at a sprint to investigate who was out and about and why. 'Please don't be that black haired chakram wielding chaos person.'
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 7:13 am
Not for nothing had Moonstone taken a liking to Schörl - the woman had style and class and - best of all - she had no issues when it came to handing out the beat-downs so well deserved by all members of the Order. Even so, it wasn't as though the dark-skinned Captain was overly friendly to her comrade; all too often allowing others to come close had caused deep pain and unfortunate scars.
Luck did not play part in Captain Moonstone's being near enough to the strong-jawed Negaversian to feel the slight swell in power that came with summoning one's weapon from Rift-space; it could not be said that luck was with the Senshi seeking Schörl, nor with the other that was called to the power signatures as surely as she herself was.
Moonstone would have left the other woman to her own devices, save that she felt the second power-surge and knew that dark little thrill saying combat! Combat tonight! Dark eyes glittered in the darkness; booted feet making only the softest of scuffing sounds as she moved to join Schörl, to perhaps head off whomever that second senshi power signature belonged to.
Pandora was smiling/..soon enough, someone would be bleeding.
"Noooo." Medea barely stumbled out of the way with a mild cut to the arm. Her eyes widened. Another power signature? Two power signatures?! One good? One bad? She couldn't concentrate enough to determine the sources, but they definitely felt near. She clenched her teeth. Her arm stung, but she made a fist and charged toward the cream-haired agent. "You did attack him, didn't you?" Ignoring the blood dripping down her arm, she pulled back her arm. "Blonde? Blue-eyed? Yellow suit?"
She would avenge her little knight. Medea couldn't let her get away with this. What kind of agents did the Negaverse acquire? Why would they hurt kids like Euphrosyne? He would have never attacked anyone unless that person hurt others, right?
She couldn't let the agent escape. She would give this fight everything.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:37 am
Sidouer made haste towards the power signatures. Recollection of her own personal encounters weighed heavy on her mind as worry grew in the pit of her stomach.
Bounding from one roof to the next, she made extra sure to avoid landing too close to the edge. God forbid she have another repeat of her first roof incident just to find herself dangling off a gutter again.
Eventually whomever it was she sought came into view, draped in the glow of a halogen street light a few blocks ahead. Any thoughts that what she saw could have been a civil encounter was dashed as she saw one of them charge the other and take a swing. 'Hold on... I'm almost there.'
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Waaait wait wait wait wait...The little divvy who'd lobbed her into traffic? A grudge was a fist asking questions on behalf of the 'weak', a specific search one that sought answers at the ends of knuckles. Cpt. Schörl's smile grew into a full cheshire mask- teeth too white in the night for comfort. "I'm flattered."
Medea had closed the distance between them to that of punching, which was uncomfortably near for using a knout's thongs for lashing- but not for exactly the same maneuver as the boy she was referencing had experienced. Schörl shifted to dodge just enough to clear the punch and moved to use the thongs of her weapon gripped in one hand, the handle in the other, like a sash to catch Medea's wrist. Like that little scout she was here on behalf of, Schörl intended if she caught the wrist to torque it with one hand and bring her palm around to the outside of the elbow and strike- a breaking blow.
As their momentum carried them each to resolutions, she felt the aura's nearing fast resolve- another scout AND another captain. Which she didn't know, but it was welcome. Two little scouts against two Captains? That would be favourable, if hardly expected. They must be pretty hard up, or steamed to be willing to accept odds like that.
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"What?" The captain caught her wrist, which hurt her scrape so badly, she cried out and stomped her foot against the Captain's, hoping to distract her enough to slip out of her grasp. The captain obviously knew how to fight--a solid advantage over Medea, who learned how to punch only recently.
But then, she never thought she would fight these olive-coated agents under the windows of dilapidated houses. Her hands meant for turning pages, her eyes meant for reading poetry, she didn't fit into a war.
It was Captain Moonstone's intent to reach her comrade-in-arm's side before facing off with the pitiful little Senshi but that was not to be. Seconds after her dark eyes took in the form of Captain Schörl facing off against a purple-haired girl wearing a ruffly monstrosity, Moonstone caught a flash of more pink and white just to her left. The second power signature belonged to another pastel wearing sock-puppet of the White Moon - was there a factory somewhere that pumped the damned things out, merging moronic brain to fluff and ruffles? Seriously, what was it with these guys and their seemingly endless supply of frou-frou magical girls?
'Oh ho ho ho~! This could turn out even more fun than I thought.'
With eyes narrowed in concentration, Moonstone shifted her trajectory slightly so that she would intercept the white-haired senshi before she was able to reach the other girl's side. With a wicked smile on her lips and her newly summoned totem-club in hand, Captain Moonstone pushed herself faster along the rooftops, moccasin-boots making only soft clattering noises as she accelerated before launching herself into the air in a move that would hopefully allow her to club the heck out of the interloping scout from behind as she landed - before the twit even had a chance to say "boo".
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:21 am
So focused on reaching the Senshi up ahead Sidouer hadn't even noticed a second chaos signature, despite how strong it was, till it was directly behind her. 'No, no , no, no!'
If there was one thing she took away from the training session with the other Senshi and knights it was to dodge, or try to at least, by dropping down and roll out of the way. In an attempt to mimic the sparing match between Maia and Ida, Sidouer dove forward into a roll and allowed the pitched roof to carry her off to the right.
Confirmation that whomever was behind her, and not not someone she had encountered before, came when Sidouer let out a pained grunt as a blunted weapon managed to hit her from behind."Ahh." She was not met by the cracking sound of a whip from the blonde haired purple suited man, nor was the sensation anywhere similar to the chakram that had found her stomach as she dangled from a gutter a few weeks ago. Nope, whatever struck her a moment ago was definitely something different and honestly she didn't really want to know who it belonged to. As it was she was just partially grateful to have been able to dodge what she assumed was the worst of the blow.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 10:41 pm
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"Sticks n' Stones, luv." And feet apparently. Schörl sucked her teeth, when her foot got stomped on. That always hurt. Part of martial arts, especially hers, was keeping focus to the purpose, though. She didn't let go of the girl's wrist, instead used it as leverage to haul the girl about then forward to try a palm-heel strike to the diaphragm. If they can't breath, they can't speak and annoy me. Or cry out their stupid magic. I'm going to break every one of you pink frilly ribs.
It served as both assault and reconnaissance- the other signatures were close and Schörl wanted to have a look beyond their little dance. "Captaaaain? Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?"
Curvy silhouette anyway.
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Ah yes.
Another Senshi and her enemy. They came into sight a few buildings behind Schörl. Medea grinned. If she could see Moonstone, Moonstone could see her. A brush of Schörl's fabric by the hand caught in her wrist, a point of the finger with her other--that would do the trick...and there! She felt it! She cried, "Alluring Enchantment!"
With her other hand she pointed at Moonstone, and the glow from her fingers spread to Schörl's jacket.
"Alluring Enchantment!"
And then the air left her lungs. She felt sick couldn't think.
Hopefully this wouldn't hurt too much.
Medea's hands glow pink. Any one object she touches during this period is so attractive to one target that he or she has difficulty looking away from it, but can with great concentration. The selected object retains a pink glow. Selected objects include inanimate objects only. She cannot enchant the ground or sky. She can enchant clothing, including fukus.
Medea then selects targets by pointing in the target's direction while her hands glow, after which her hands cease to glow. She can only select one target per enchantment.
Even if the object is apprehended by its target, he or she will feel the urge to look at it. The enchantment vanishes after 20 seconds or if Medea powers down or faints.
xxxxxDuration: 20 seconds; One target and one object once per battle.
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When the heavy totem-club connecting to the white-haired female scout's body, Moonstone chuckled; whomever this was, she was going to have one hell of a nasty bruise on her back from that blow! She'd wanted to bash the girl's brains in, but the senshi had managed to escape the worst of it by rolling along the sloped roof - good. Even though she looked like the most useless powder-puff ever, someone had at least shown the girl how to dodge...perhaps she might provide a bit of fun to the dark-haired Captain.
"Careful you don't fall off, little scout~" The woman's tone was mocking, her expression predatory, "I'd hate for you to be hurt by accident."
Before she swung her totem-club for another attack, a voice called to her in a language she was familiar with only in the context of very specific bits of literature: Moonstone recognized the words if not the person. Dark eyes flicked from the senshi on the roof to the Captain-and-senshi fighting below; with a playful bounce of her weapon, she called to her comrade-in-arms, knowing that the brat she'd just bashed wouldn't be rising to her feet quickly...she could play.
"Gar schöne Spiele, spiel ich mit dir~" Schörl would understand, else why would she have asked what she did?
Certainly Moonstone's sharp eyes could see the brat trapped in Schörl's 'embrace', however she was far busier watching her prey. Even so, the ridiculous words spouted by Schörl's pink-and-white scout caught the incoming Captain's attention long enough for her "senshi-magic" to have some affect - a baby scout's 'magic' would not cause either Captain too much trouble, but nor would it be wholly ineffectual. Moonstone, despite her wont to bring her club into intimate contact with Sidouer's skull, found herself inexplicably drawn to Schörl's jacket of all things. Tanned fingers clenched carved and painted wood, pink tongue flicked to wet suddenly dry lips; 'Why the hell...' So focused and determined normally, she fought the strange, sudden urge to covet her comrade's oh-so-fashionable jacket; there were two senshi to be dealt with! She could oogle it later, dammit!
And yet...the Captain found her eyes drawn over and over to the jacket; her attention wandering from the potential destruction of her useless target to the way said jacket fit across Schörl's shoulders...the play of fabric in the low lighting. Clearly the scout's "Alluring Enchantment" was meant to cause some sort of intense want in the target. Moonstone had seen the girl pointing at her before spewing out her ridiculous 'spell'.
Knowing these things didn't change the fact that Moonstone wanted to jump down and rub her face in the other Captain's clothing. If she weren't so much stronger, she could well imagine how devastating something like this could be for the Negaverse. One cannot fight if one is too busy obsessing over an item! "Oh...you sneaky bitches..." She laughed and went after Sidouer again, wanting to grab the girl and drag her down, down off the rooftop and closer to Schörl, the other senshi...
