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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:23 pm
Dirt roads weren't normally his track of choice, but he'd been using the same roads so frequently, that he'd figured it was only a matter of time before he discovered someone waiting to make trouble... and after the run in with the DMC he still stubbornly referred to as "Elvis", he figured it might be a good time for a chance of scenery. Especially after Zia had lectured him on getting beaten up on a back to back basis so close together even his enhanced ability to heal hadn't been keeping up with the damage. He thought he'd come down here before for a jog, but never at night and never on a motorcycle, so he'd taken it slow, winding his way through carefully until the road took him down somewhere behind the Carnival, which is where his senses decided to alert him to a danger that had nothing to do with pitfalls in the road and he slowed to an almost crawl, and then started walking the motorcycle, glaring into the darkness as he tried to pinpoint the order signature. It wasn't Camelot, not quite powerful enough, and he thought it was a little too strong to be Failas... Carneli <3 they're gonna dust it up a little, she can break it up at her liesure or however long it takes her to find a hose.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 3:01 pm
Luxor was in a better mood than normal as he left his home on the carnival grounds to start his patrol. He was now a squire and he was making progress with his very complicated emotions, and he was having a lot more fun. Though no one would guess it by looking at his face. He had recovered, a little, from the tragedy of the massacre at his carnival, and had nearly fully rebuilt and improved the place since then.
He was almost ready to move on. Or so he thought, whenever things were really peaceful. And then he would feel a Negaverse aura, and all those good things were immediately forgotten as his anger took hold.
Now he felt a Chaos aura and his upbeat mood was gone. The straight line that had almost been a small smile vanished and fell into a much deeper scowl. Moving on instinct, he made to find the source of the energy, which was far too close to his territory than he wanted. He was like a wild animal in that regard. This was his land, and no one had the right to trespass.
It seemed the other was coming to find him. That made it easy to find him. He didn't say anything, not much for introductions to his enemy and not caring what the Nega was doing there. He just charged, fist drawn back.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 3:47 pm
Apparently the universe had something in mind for his dentist, because everyone and their cousin seemed to have it out to nail him in the face, and it was more luck than his own speed that he was able to turn his head just enough to avoid the brunt of the fist, his opponents knuckles barely skimming his cheekbone and the edge of his nose. Which really told him about all he needed to know about how the knight felt about his presence... just not what to do about more complicated issues. Somehow he wasn't sure 'but he started it' counted as a valid argument when you were actively looking to defect. Everything in him suggested he let the bike fall on it's side, and start throwing punches back, everything except that little voice that said "Don't ******** this up." It was a quiet but persistent voice, although at the moment, it wasn't as quiet as normal. "You have GOT to be kidding me!" He snarled, raising his free arm to help ward off blows. "Cool your jets, Toga Party!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:00 pm
"What are you doing here, Nega?" he snarled, and the way he said the word 'nega' made it seem like the worst insult in the world, a word that he had snarl out and force himself just to say. He hated it as much as he hated them, if only because it represented the things he hated the most.
He did not like them coming so near to his Carnival. Not because he thought the same thing would happen again, because he was taking precautions and it also was not open yet, but because he did not like them anywhere near him in general. This was his place to protect now, and as a knight, he supposed this was his kingdom. No one else had the right to be there.
They hadn't paid for the land, after all.
Beyond that, though, he knew that if he did not stop the nega now, he'd go out and do something bad. Hurt someone, kill someone. Who knew? He could even go out and hurt someone Luxor cared about, like Zia, who was always at the carnival, or any of the other knights and senshi Luxor had met so far.
He couldn't, and wouldn't, leave it to chance.
"Your last chance to leave was before you met me. I'm not letting you hurt anyone." He charged to attack again, going with his tried and true tactic of barreling straight for his opponent. Motorcycle or not.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:18 pm
"Let..." Oh this guy was precious. Well. For a ...whatever Captain stage knights were. Debate terms later. Avoid punches now. He was still tempted to hit back, instead of throwing his weight over the motorcycle in a roll to try and get out of the way, meaning to put the bike between himself and the zealous Knight he was up against, and not let the bike fall down. ((Squire. Right that was it. Squire.))
"I can answer the questions OR I can dance around your punches all night and we can set up a flower shop around your pansy a**. Pick one, Marilyn!"
...Ok seriously that was not a skirt he wanted to see over a hot air vent but seriously, who designed that thing? He looked like Cleopatra was going to come sprinting out of the woods after him.
"Its. A. Public. Trail." He bantered back... well he was pretty sure it was. He hadn't checked for a while because it was one of those situations where everyone did it and you sort of assumed.
Seriously, how many times did you have to not punch someone before they noticed the lack of punching? He wasn't used to this whole 'pacifism' shtick and even after two rounds it had lost any thread of novelty.
"I know Camelot!"
Maybe that would work. ....Maybe the bike would turn into one of those amazing import jobs from..... yeah just... it wasn't going to work. He was seriously going to give up and punch... if the guy's bull charges didn't end up with both of them on the ground with the bike on top of them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:54 pm
"There is no public here for you to prey on. This is not a hunting ground," Luxor growled, having to come to a stop when the motorcycle ended up between them. As angry as he was, he did not think he could punch his way through a motorcycle.
Could he?
No. Probably not.
Luxor did notice the lack of punching, though, but it did not seem to have any impact on his desire to beat the other to a pulp. Whether they fought back or not, he didn't really care. They were still chaos and they were still his enemy. The idea that someone could chose to the change sides, to purify, was not something he was really familiar with.
And he certainly wouldn't give every Nega he met that kind of benefit of the doubt.
Camelot? Luxor had heard about him from others, but had not come across this old knight yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to, as it seemed Camelot wanted peace with the Negaverse. Luxor just wanted to destroy them.
"Put the bike down and fight me, coward."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 10:31 am
"Buddy you have no idea the favor I've been doing you..." He snarled, flashing gritted teeth. Patient as he was trying to be, he couldn't stomach being called a Coward. He gave the bike a hard shove, trying to flip it toward Luxor, giving it a savage further shove with his boot in the process. He still didn't really want to hurt the guy, not... much anyway... but he wasn't going to stand here and be called a coward. He was anything but a coward, and he intended to make sure this guy knew it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 2:56 pm
Zia generally considered the carnival safe and familiar territory she could roam freely and pester whoever she wanted within it's limits. But the fact that there was no Chester in his office was both a disappointment and an excuse to go for a sullen walk around the grounds and the area around it on her way out.
She figured he was just elsewhere for the night. Maybe he had a date or something.
The last place she expected to actually find him was ok the opposite side of Realgar's motorcycle exchanging punches with her favorite Nega investment. Her chili burger buying bro. Not that she had been there for the bulk of the fight, so she had no idea that the way he kicked the bike towards him was the first act of aggression from the chaos agent.
"No! Hey!" She screeched, almost indignant they were trying to break each other or something and ran mad dash into the fray to recklessly grab on to Luxor's arm in a feeble attempt to leverage her smaller mass against the bulky squire and pull him back, "Quit it!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 9:26 am
"Zee??" Realgar blinked in surprise as Zia came charging into the fray, grabbing at the knight who'd been harassing him and shouting for them to stop, which made him dive to try and stop the bike from flipping over after all. If he hadn't been in powered mode, he wouldn't have even tried, but ZEE on the battle ground was an entirely different matter. "Is this j----erk a friend of yours??" He had to admit 'jerk' hadn't been his go to word, but a quick edit sort of worked.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 11:24 am
Luxor was in mid rage, which was generally not a good place for him to be. He lost all control of himself, liable to get himself hurt, or to actually make good on all his promises to kill the negaverse one by one. In this case, it seemed, that was not as good an idea as he had thought before.
When Zia touched his arm, though, he stopped cold.
She was the only real thing that seemed a proven way to stop his anger, and it was certainly an effective method. He halted in his tracks and waited a long moment before he looked at her, still looking angry but his expression softened as he absorbed her presence.
"What's the problem?" he asked stiffly, not glancing at Realgar after he spoke, though he did notice that the nega knew Zia as well. "I'm doing my job." He couldn't fairly say the other started it, but then, he didn't really care about things like that.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 1:14 pm
Zia repressed a noise of shock at the sudden way Luxor stopped moving, but when he turned to her and she saw his face soften, all was lost. It didn't matter that he still looked angry. His stiff tone didn't matter either. The change, however slight, had happened and her wide eyed panic melted.
She smiled, almost seeming oblivious to poor Realgar's presence, and reached up to slide her fingers under Luxor's face plate to make further physical contact. "Hey... I know..."
Right now the situation was far from Realgar's favor. As much as she cared about her friend, he was still a Negaverse agent, and whether he intended on leaving the organization or not, he still represented a pretty terrible thing that had happened here, at least on the surface. It wasn't her wound. She didn't feel the sting of having your enemy faction trapse on your home.
But she had something similar elsewhere, and so she intensely sympathized with Luxor on this one. As... Soon as she stopped locking eyes with him like a teenager with a creepy crush.
"He's not a jerk," She finally countered when she realized there was a third party there and jumped a little before turning on her heel to look at him. "This isn't Nega friendly territory. What are you doing here?" There was half a beat before she followed up with, "Are you okay? You can't really afford any more beatings, you dummy."
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 1:53 pm
Realgar, for good or ill, had missed the attack on the Carnival, and besides which, was in a better position to put two and two together and get five, rather than four, which had a lot to do with the look of confusion that flashed across his face, and the anger that followed like a flash of lightning, making his shoulders stiffen. "...Tell me this isn't the guy who trashed your place." She hadn't mentioned her ex being a knight, but the way she was looking at him, it was pretty obvious she had no small degree of affection for him, and not in the way she felt about himself. "I was just lookin for a new track to ride. Hurts a hell of a lot less going over handlebars powered than not." He growled, eying Luxor suspiciously. If this was the a** that had trashed her place, he seriously regretted not hitting him. "I figured if I gave the usual idiots a break they'd forget I can drive circles around them."
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 12:21 am
Luxor watched her as she spoke to him, nodding his head against her hand, not pulling away, letting her touch him as she wanted. He usually was not much for physical contact, unless he was punching someone or it was in the process of work, or maybe part of a performance at the Carnival. She was, of course, a special case.
The exception to most of his rules, in fact.
He noted that she seemed to be on talking terms with this Negaverse soldier, and he was not sure how to take that. She was his pillar of support in his cause to wipe them out, after all, and he had never thought that there might be exemptions. He had to further wonder about how close their were when the Nega asked about her ex.
Luxor scowled at him darkly, clenching his fist tightly.
"I wouldn't do that," he said firmly. "I am her knight, Luxor. Why do you know her?" He didn't like talking to the Negaverse, though he had no real concept of purification or even just nice people on the Chaos side of things. He just viewed them all as demons, even when that was not the case. The idea that some of them might not be lost causes simply could not occur to him: he did not have room to doubt his current goals.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 5:37 am
Luxor being mistaken for her ex boyfriend caught Zia off guard hard enough it almost knocked her off her feet. On some level, though not a very deep one, she was either not aware of, or flat out denied, the random and constant little hints and gestures she made towards the knight that basically screamed for his attention and affection.
She often just chalked it up to the fact she practically thrived on physical contact.
"What? No!" She flailed, and flushed red when Luxor decided to clarify. She was used to telling other people they belonged to her. She was less used to people making the announcement on their own.
She cleared her throat, trying desperately to remember the topic on hand. Right, making sure Realgar got out of here with his skull intact. Yes, this was important. More important than the obscene swathes of junior high level immaturity that was her love life.
"Haha, does it though? You kind wandered into a bad neighborhood for Negas," She said with a hoarse chuckle. "There was a large attack here, it's remembered pretty freshly. Sorry, bro."
Her stance ostensibly appeared next to Luxor, but she was a step or two in front of him, and when she placed one hand on the Pluto symbol on his chest in became clear she had somewhat manipulated her position to be between the two of them, just in case. "He's not an enemy, he's an important point of contact, I promise."
Zia might not be the best secret keeper, but she wasn't about to go screaming about Realgar's plans to purify intentionally. That was his own secret he could share or not, considering the danger it posed to him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 3:05 pm
And once again someone forgot to fill him in on important information. Great. So he'd nearly gotten his brain beaten in by Martin Monroe here because.. Yeah some informant. "Glad to get that cleared up." He snorted, still frowning a bit as he watched the two of them. "Had me worried there for a min." Maybe she was rebounding, maybe she just liked touching people. She had petted his hair once, anyway, as long as she wasn't back with the guy with the hole punching. "Yeah think of me as a... I dunno. Double agent or something. It's complicated."
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