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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 1:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 9:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:45 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 7:25 pm
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He stopped in his tracked, and just frowned. To state that she would just leave, that she could leave, without him doing anything was stupid and insulting. For her to even think that, let alone say it, was enough to make him want to grab that mass of pretty hair and tear it off her skull.
"Hypnos, if you don't want to fight, why are you wearing your uniform?" He took a step. "Do you think a police officer wears a uniform and decides not to fight against criminals? Do you think a firefighter wears a uniform and just decides, "Oh, I don't think I'm going to put out any fires today.' Do you even know what you represent when you wear your little frills and bows? Has no one in your organization even covered the bases of that?" He said, taking another step. "Answer. I really am curious."
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 8:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 7:06 pm
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"I'm not on any side, I'm neutral!" She definitely wasn't impressed, her lips pursing into a pout. Who was he to judge her? He didn't know her. Who was he to assume such things? She wasn't part of any group, or team, or court. She did this for herself, and the equality of others. She even worried for youma but no one cared. All anyone ever wanted was to fight!
Hypnos was a pacifist but she was not a dummy. She was faster than normal senshi and Negaverse soldiers as a chibi senshi and after getting the s**t kicked out of her last year her sister enrolled her in self defense classes. She raised her hands to block the punch, and while it was successful, Wolframite had quite a bit of strength. It pushed her back, her bunny slippers sliding against the pavement and then the kick following it knocked her off her feet.
Hypnos rolled back, putting a decent gap between the two of them and she bounced back to her feet with her fists clenched in front of her. She looked forward and took the chance to run away. In theory she was faster than him, if she could get far enough ahead then he wouldn't be able to catch her!
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 9:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 3:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 11:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:54 pm
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His weapon did not cut cleanly. Other Negas had blades that were smooth, but Wolframite's blades were serrated, with sharp teeth that tore the flesh and, if caught too deep, could hook into a soft body. It was mean to hurt. It was meant to butcher. It was meant to show no mercy. This was the change his weapon had from smooth blade he had before, to when he became a General. A lot had changed, and his weapon reflected this.
Gripping the chain of his weapon was not a new thing for anyone to do, and he was learning how to deal with someone trying to disarm him. It wasn't easy. But if she was going to hold it, he'd hold it and then rush at her. Tug-o-wares would not be happening here.
Holding the chain, he ran at her, going for a kick to get her off the chain.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 11:23 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 6:45 pm
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When the hit was blocked, he gritted his teeth. When the dust was thrown, he reared back, trying to cover his but knowing it was already too late. He could feel it in his throat and in his eyes, and as he felt the weight of his chain on him, he started to panic. The world started to loose focus, blurring as he swayed, and he held his weapon, feeling trapped - trapped like before. Before when he was drugged. Before when he was restrained.
A surging panic raced through him as he heard the clack of her shoes pass him, and he desummoned his weapon to free himself, but feel to his knees despite how much he tried to keep standing. It was hard to keep his eyes open, and he reached into his jacket, hand shaking, looking for his crystal. Bismuthite. Billy. He had to get someone. Someone to know before it was too late.
Just as he felt dizzy, he noticed there was no other signatures. Were they just too late to pounce, or did she have no backup.
He had to run ...
No.
She did this. How dare she do this.
Shaking, he rose up, staggering, and covered his mouth, his stomach turning from the surging panic that had swept quickly through his system.
"...that little..." He turned to look to see where she ran, everything still swirling. "...b***h."
He started to run, nearly tripping as he did, but ran as fast as his blurring vision could let him. He was tired. So tired.....
...but being pissed was fighting for first place on the emotional ladder.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" He shouted.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 8:22 pm
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