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 Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 7:26 pm
Buzzed from the winter rush and how well things were going in general, Alfheim seemed pretty self absorbed in his own civilian life rather than feeling any kind of urge to power up and go out knighting around Destiny City like he really should've. He didn't think it was being lazy so much as his priorities were very much in order. Saving innocents could come after his career and social life, clearly. How long was this war even going to last, anyway?
But on very rare occasions, sometimes, he could be guilted or goaded in to suddenly having the motivation.
Tonight the squire wasn't so much looking for trouble as he was looking for a very particular cat. While spats with his sister had been less frequent since they learned to just avoid any in depth topics, occasionally they clashed and things imploded.
It was pretty typical family drama and nothing exciting, except for the part where his sister was a mirrorwalking cat, and so when she got too touchy, she could just walk through a mirror and run away. Which made his life difficult. Especially if they were in the middle of something or she had forgotten her keys or something, or if he just generally wanted to see what the ******** she was flipping out about.
Which is how the Earth squire found himself traipsing around Destiny City alleyways and caches, specifically looking for any place where it's mirrowalking population kept emergency evacuation in the hopes of running into someone in particular.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 6:24 am
Chariklo took a breath and stepped through the mirror, intent on actually doing her damn job and gathering some energy. Gathering energy, she thought, was vastly preferred over sitting at home and sulking because of the giant bruise peeking through her cleavage.
Well. At least it didn't hurt so much to breathe or move now. But still. Large bruises made going out in public awkward given the types of clothes she liked to wear.
It was all that damned knight type's fault. Clearly.
So when she emerged from the mirror into one of her favorite alleyways, the unmistakable energy signature hit her like a mack truck upside the head.
"Oh, you have got to be shitting me!"
Looked like it was time for Round 2.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 7:22 am
Alfheim was in the process of exiting the alleyway when a new energy signature morphed onto the scene. The mirror flavor of aura gave him hope, for some reason, but the realization it was chaotic dashed that rather quickly, and he turned around to see someone already confirmed as fairly unfriendly.
Given her exclamation, she didn't sound too happy to see him either.
Still, he held on to some futile hope she wasn't going to be as batshit crazy as last time and held up his hands in front of him defensively. This time around, though, one hand already had his bottle at the ready.
"Okay so maybe we got off on the wrong foot last time?" He asked, cracking a weak half smile.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 7:29 am
Eyes glittering with menace, Chariklo advanced, watching the bottle and wishing she'd left her skateboard near the mirror. Then she'd have had a blunt instrument too. Oh well.
"Wrong foot, sure. Fine. Whatever."
She was already running and leaping, intending to catch him with a kick as gravity worked it's magic on her. Barring that, well, she was happy to improvise.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 6:53 pm
For reasons unknown, Alfheim seemed to be low on realistic pessimism because he somehow was not expecting her to attack. Maybe he was just born stupid hopeful, but she hit him like a ton of bricks as he stumbled back.
"You seriously need a new hobby," He gagged out as he gripped his torso where she hit him. His light armoring helped a little as far as damage control, but it still hurt like a b***h down on a level that told him he was going to have a boot shaped bruise in his flesh shortly.
"See, generally when people meet they exchange names," He quipped and tried to stop focusing on his injury and get braced, either to defend, or attack, or something. Mostly just looked like flailing, though. He was a big guy, but he was not a fighter, man.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:20 am
"Nah, brah. I'm pretty happy with my current hobby set," Chariklo growled. "That was for punching me in the ********, god-damned chest. Guess what you get for ******** my elbow up."
She was already punching out savagely, not even trying to plot where her blows would fall. All she cared about was hurting this a** as much as humanly possible before delivering a killing blow.
Okay, so she was a little vindictive.
"Chariklo," she barked the word out before a grin that would have made a hardened criminal piss himself plastered itself across her face. "Allow me to introduce you my my leetle friends. Mobbing Cry!*"
This was going to be hella entertaining.* = Sailor Chariklo emits a harsh, squawking call, only now the call seems to come from more than one throat and it feels as through a small swarm of wings are attacking. Able to perform three time per battle if needed. The attack is now able to encompass 2 to 3 people if they are not standing too far apart (about a 5'-7' radius). The targets are now in danger of being knocked silly as well as painful bruising around the head and shoulders. Also, the wings take on just the barest, tiniest shimmering definition of shape. Attack duration is now 30-45 seconds. Also, should the main target of the attack try to escape, the attack will follow them for about 5 seconds.
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:14 am
Even before she was done calling out her attack, Alfheim let out a long groan of dread and frustration.
"Aaaaaugh, not this again!" He started to moan, but it had jerked up in volume as soon as he was hit with the battering sensation of her magic and he tried to get moving, covering his head with one arm while the other hand frantically tried to pop the cork on his bottle, flooding the alleyway with the fog cloud instantly.
Whole, precious seconds had passed when he realized he was in no position to escape and jammed the cork right back into the bottle, only to be hit directly in the face by her magic as a result.
This time he hadn't run under the cover, and was still very unfortunately cornered in the alleyway.
And whether attracted by the auras, the commotion, or the cloud, there was a third presence here now. A large housecat with yellow eyes and lilac fur and a distinctive crescent moon watched them from a perch on the edge of the alleyway, tail twitching back and forth behind her in irritation.
"Did Mimistrobell give you false hope or do you just assume everyone exaggerates?" The guardian called down to the knight in irritation, only to have to Alfheim show off some actual aggression for once, in the form of flipping her off.
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:32 am
Intent on not getting hurt this time around, Chariklo barely spared a glance to see what or who exactly the knight was flipping off. Since it wasn't anything trying to interupt her, she was content to ignore it for now.
She was practically dancing in savage, unholy glee at the sight of her magic causing distress. That would teach him to not punch girls in the chest! But she wanted the lesson to go a bit deeper. Swinging one fist back, she brought it around and aimed her punch straight at the shoulder connected to the hand holding the bottle. She didn't want to deal with any more magical smoke if she could help it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 2:51 pm
As she came at his shoulder, Alfheim attempted to hit her with his free hand whole she was close. However, her own contact hit him with full force thanks to this move and his hand dropped the heavy bottle on the ground and he stumbled back with a groan.
"Alfheim," The cat stated, sounding fully annoyed, "You're going to die."
Alfheim seemed offended by the statement and tried to adjust his stumbling forward and tried to collide with the girl coming at him, taking advantage of his lumbering, large figure in his disoriented and beaten physical state. He couldn't strategize any real offense but he could try, especially since the stupid cat was assuming he was attempting some pacifism thing. It wasn't a terrible assumption, on occasion he pleaded pacifism to explain his actions.
In reality he was just lazy.
"You could help," He snarled. He had seen that stupid cat laser in action, but for some reason she seemed content to watch him get the s**t beat out of him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 7:55 am
Surfacing for a moment from the sea of gleeful, destructive abandon, Chariklo finally noticed the cat. Hearing it talk as the bottle went skittering away, Chariklo couldn't help but mutter in agreement. "Yep, he sure as s**t is." And given the way he was stampeding around without taking the time or effort to apparently think about fighting properly, the tall girl suspected that she might not have to dirty her hands too much. He would probably impale himself on a trashcan or something at this point. She ignored the cat for the moment. It wasn't important and since it wasn't trying to get in her way, it wasn't a total enemy yet. But the knight.. oh, she was going to toy with him before she went for his throat. With a wicked grin, she ducked under his arms for a moment and sent both her own fists flying for his ears. If she connected, he was going to not only be in pain, but he's have trouble hearing anything for a while. It would hopefully panic him and amuse her. And she did so love to be amused.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:23 am
The cat, for the most part, acted as a disinterested bystander. Besides her display of annoyance at Aflheim's insistence on dying in the most pointless way she could think of.
She was not an interference while Alfheim stumbled, disoriented from the senshi's magic and continued assault. Getting his ears boxed had him knee jerk react, trying to shove her body away as she ducked and causing him to flail backwards into the alleyway with a loud groan.
The cat's yellow eyes carefully measured his distance from the mirror and she finally jumped down and landed between them, firing off an energy shot that would hopefully prolong the distance between the knight and the Dark Mirror senshi, before she shifted to her fully humanoid form and let out a flood of parallel aura into the air.
"I'll be taking him now," She announced, even as she slipped through the mirror, both hands pulling Alfheim's stumbling body with her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:27 am
Watching the pained flailing of a knight was quite possibly the most fun ever as far as Chariklo was concerned. And that was when the cat got between them. Which Chariklo could have ignored.
Except for the goddamned laser. The cat could fire a goddamned laser. Chariklo heard herself squeaking in shock as she tumbled to the side to avoid being hit. Then, before she could recover from the first shock, the cat became a cat-girl. A cat-girl whose aura felt too uch like Chariklo's own. Only with an odd difference that she couldn't quite peg at the moment.
And those shocks cost the Dark Mirror the precious seconds she had needed to seize her prey. For a moment, she simply sat where she'd fallen and stared at the mirror. It wasn't worth trying to give chase, who knew which mirror they'd exited from. But that didn't stop the disappointed growl from escaping her chest.
Seriously, she thought as she picked herself up and dusted off. What. The. Hell a** had just happened here? Still growling, she forced herself to turn and walk off, intent on finding an energy donor or three.
Stupid goddamned cat had just placed itself directly under the knight on Chariklo's s**t list.
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