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 Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 2:13 pm
It was a quiet night. Chariklo normally hated quiet nights. But tonight... tonight, she didn't mind it so much. It was pleasant to let her mirror wraiths loose while she stayed in the shadows supervising. Not that she was giving them too much leeway. No, just a touch of energy collecting and then they went right back into the bag. She was taking no chances.
Maybe once she was done gathering energy she'd head for the park and find a nice tree to perch in. Yes, that would be good. A quiet night.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 6:54 pm
Just like countless other nights before, Fiona forced herself out onto the streets then ducked into an empty alley. She let magic flow through her, transforming her warm winter clothes for her fuku. She was fortunate that this night was not as cold as usual and the winter air only nipped, rather than bit, her skin.
She felt the muted Dark Mirror Senshi energy pulse immediately and ran off to chase it.
Her experiences with the DMC had been mixed, but she didn't feel her stomach drop at a flare of their aura as it did with the negaverse so she pushed forward. Upon reaching the blonde, she paused mystified.
She'd never seen a mirror wraith in person.
She shook herself out of it and declared herself loudly, "I suggest you knock it off before I make you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:34 pm
Annnnnd just like that, her hopes of a quiet, restful night went up in smoke. With a long suffering sigh, she called in her wraith and then gently tucked the mirror shard away where it couldn't be harmed. Only then did she bother to turn and size up the senshi before her. She guessed that they were probably about equal as far as strength went. Still, that gave the little brat no right to toss threats around.
With a mirthlessly feral grin, Chariklo drew herself up to her full height and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Honey, I have pounded people a lot bigger and stronger than you into the dirt and that was without the benefit of senshi magic. I suggest to go find someone else to be self-righteous at before I'm forced to do something you'll regret."
Hell, if this little girl wanted to play, Chariklo was happy to oblige.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 10:03 am
Denebola didn't look bothered when Chariklo stood tall, she was only a few inches shorter and really, she was sick of chaos trying to intimidate her. Her arms folded over her chest and she wore a 'that don't impress me much' expression on her face as the dark mirror senshi spoke.
"Oh, I'm sooo scared," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes for added effect. "Bullies always try to intimidate." The ginger had been around long enough to know how to fight, even at a disadvantage and she didn't have a bladed weapon.
"Why don't we play a little."
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 10:53 am
"And that right there, is your first mistake," Chariklo grumbled. "Assuming that just because I'm bein' honest, it makes me a bully."
Quickly double checking that her shard was safely hidden and protected, the tall blonde surged forward, rushing past the ginger in order to get behind her and kick out at the other girl's back. And if that didn't work, well, Chariklo knew enough to bring her fists into play quick enough to hopefully get a rabbit-punch or two into the ********' self-righteous twits always goin' around ruining her quiet nights.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 12:38 pm
Denebola rolled her eyes in response, clearly unimpressed by Chariklo. She'd been around the block for some time and just because the girl was taller, and claimed to know what she was doing, didn't mean much to her. She'd fought above her power-class and survived, she was pretty certain she would be more evenly matched with someone technically the same rank.
Her senshi magic would give her a boost too if she needed it.
Simply put, there was no way in hell the redhead would be stepping down. She was anything but cowardly. She was a lion, fierce and brave.
She reacted quickly as the blond tried to get behind her, whirling on her heel with her fists raised. She managed to defend herself against the kick, but failed to anticipate the punches that followed. Because she had turned, and was facing her opponent, the punches didn't connect where they should've and instead connected with her gut.
She grunted in pain but didn't back away, instead she was throwing her own punches. One aimed for the face and the other aimed for the abdomen.
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