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 Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 3:54 pm
Lysithea thought that Destiny city felt so lonely now that the holiday decorations were all down. The cheer of the beginning of winter was all over and now the bitter cold and irritating part of winter remained.
She walked down the street, idly rubbing her arms to try and ward off some of the cold and warm herself up. The worst part about fukus, it seemed with their lack of warmth.
The senshi sighed heavily and kicked a pile of dirty snow from the side of the road. What good was winter after Christmas was over? There was nothing to look forward to now until Valentines day, but even that was a big flop in her life…seeing as she didn’t have anyone to really be her valentine. Damn that sucked.
She sighed and stretched, beginning her walk again rubbing at her eyes. Now she was just sleepy…but sleepy wasn’t a good thing to be when there was the aura of some higher ranking chaos person nearby…though, it did make it super easy to overlook the feeling…which also wasn’t a good thing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 4:21 pm
So he landed right in front of her with a heavy slam of his boots. His coat billowed out from the drop and settled around his legs as he stood up. They made themselves such easy prey these days, especially the younger ones. His hair had gotten long, the scraggliness of the front of his hair falling into his eyes. It would have given him a rather hot and enticing look - the trench coat and belts, the long hair, the silver of his eyes - if he hadn't been looking at her like she was fresh meat.
Besides, Nina wouldn't have stood for it. Bedding a White Mooner, pah.
"You seem a little lost." He smirked at her a little too wild and a little too wide, flashing her white teeth. "It's not wise to be lost, little thing."
He snapped his right foot out towards her in a roundhouse kick. "Lost ones get hurt."
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 4:31 pm
There was one thing that Lysithea hadn’t yet dealt with, and that was a confrontation from an enemy, but hey. It sure seemed like she was going to be having her first example of that right now.
She looked up, confused and rather startled as this guy appeared out of nowhere. “No, I’m not lost, I’m just…” But she didn’t have much of a chance to finish her thought before a foot came right at her, catching her full on in the stomach.
Her dark blue eyes widened for a moment before she fell backwards, hands going out to clutch at her stomach. “Jeeze…what gives?” That seriously wasn’t how someone was supposed to treat someone who was lost…providing he really thought that or…
Or something.
“What did I ever do to you? That hurt you creep!” She scrambled to her feet, frowning. “Seriously, that was unnecessary…”
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 4:52 pm
He tilted his head, bangs falling to one side. The girl had no clue, did she? She had no idea what wearing white in this city, with that tiny little skirt meant. He idly wondered just how many encounters with his kind she'd had, but then thought better of it. It didn't matter how many, just that this would be her last.
"Your kind destroyed someone very close to my heart. And it was supposed to hurt, Senshi." He spat the word and stalked towards her. Jarosite cracked his knuckles, his daggers popping into existence in his palms.
"Haven't taken on one of my kind, have you little lost senshi? A pity... it won't be much of a fight."
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:22 pm
Lysithea swallowed hard. “Um. I’m sorry that my uh. Kind hurt you, but it’s not really very fair for you to take it out on all of us? I haven’t done anything to anyone…so…so just lay off okay?” She wasn’t normally so freaked out but…but hey. He had sharp knives. And uh. That seemed like a very bad thing to have…because, truthfully, she didn’t have anything to protect herself with at all.
“No. I haven’t taken on anyone like you, but hey. Can’t we talk about this? Please?” Nobody this attractive should be this…mean. Or this angry or this…well. Something.
The senshi shook her head. “Seriously. We can work this out. We can. There has to be something else to do rather than fighting. Really. I’m not such a bad person to talk to…and I know a lot of great jokes?”
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:30 pm
"The only sound I want to hear is your screams, but... failing that.." he smirked and tapped one of his daggers against her throat. He felt the blade pulse, a deep beat like a bass beat. The pulse would numb her throat and neck just long enough for her to stop speaking.
"I'd really rather you were quiet." He grinned and kicked his foot out, hooking it behind her calves. "Down you go." He jerked his leg back, in an attempt to trip her.
Perhaps he was going a little too easy on her and not just ripping her starseed, but he wanted her to feel pain. Lots, and lots of pain.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 6:51 pm
There was the strangest vibration against her throat and suddenly she found that all she wanted to say was silenced. Lysithea’s eyes widened and she shook her head, one hand reaching up to rub at the afflicted area. She took a step back and tripped right over his outstretched foot, arms flailing to grab on to something, and it just so happened that the thing she grabbed was a fistful of beautiful blue hair, pulling hard as she fell.
Well. Nothing more to do now but fall and hopefully not die.
Not dying was a good thing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 9:32 pm
Ohshi--!
He fell forward into him as she fell, instinctually closing his arms around her. Time for a hair cut clearly, and damn reflexes! They weren't supposed work on enemies. Jarosite snarled something under his breath once the dust settled and let go of her rather unceremoniously. His knee throbbed where it has hit the ground, and he could already tell it was bruised. Lovely.
He glared at her and pinned her hands down with one of his. His other grabbed her chin roughly. "What are you, anyway? Senshi of Pastels?" That or the meek crew. Had to hand it to her, grabbing his hair was a good tactic, if inelegant.
Still, she was just a senshi. The elegance of her fighting style wasn't necessary.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 9:44 pm
She shook her head, glaring at him. She was most likely going to die from all of this, she was sure of it. But damn. Did it have to be from someone so attractive?
In a way, she almost pitied him. How horrible life must be when you were so angry at the world…and for things that were beyond people’s control. Lysithea looked up at him and swallowed a few times before choking out an answer to his question. Very glad she could at least get some words out, despite her voice sounding as though she was recovering from a bad cold.
“Unicorns.” It was simple, and the honest answer. Jeeze. Couldn’t he see the horn on her tiara? It was there, plain as day…and if she could only headbutt him…it would hurt pretty badly too…though…she could save that for later if she had to…
Right now fighting just didn’t seem so nice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 10:19 pm
Unicorns.
... Unicorns?
Really?
He snorted and chuckled, actually chuckled, and eyed the pointy tiara on her head. He gripped it and pulled it very much off her head and tossed it to the side. There went that threat.
"Ha." He laughed in her face, then punched her, because why not. She was pinned down. Might as well use it, concidering she wasn't fighting back.
Sometimes they made it too easy.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 10:31 pm
It took all of her willpower not to groan when he took off her tiara. Well. There went that edge to everything…and then he laughed.
And punched her.
Oh boy was she ever going to have a black eye. But…but this wasn’t fair. She couldn’t do anything. Finally the senshi began to struggle, kicking her legs, trying desperately to hit him somewhere. Maybe in the back? Or the back of the head. Yeah. That would be nice. “a*****e…”
She was happy to see that the hand holding her throat down was gone. It was a good thing she was at least hard headed, or she liked to think she was, as she swung her head up, trying to headbutt the creep in his crap-lousy face. Horn or no horn…she hoped it hurt like hell.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 9:11 pm
The headbutt missed his face. She hit him in the shoulder, more hitting shoulder pad than him. He chuckled then continued to slam his fists into her face. "I am an a*****e, it's true." The way he spoke, so at home with the fact, wearing it as though it was his, probably scared her more than being sucker punched in the face half a dozen times.
"You're so weak, little senshi, you don't even know how to fight back! It's almost no fun..." he lamented, though didn't stop punching her in the face.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:31 pm
Lysithea was feeling dizzy, and she was over one hundred percent sure that she was bleeding from more than one place on her face. Though she wasn’t sure if it was tears or blood she felt, neither was a good thing, that was for damn sure.
“Yeah well…” She managed to sputter, half seeing stars from smashing her head against some stupid piece of armor, instead of something that would get him off of her. “If you’d stop hitting me for a second, I’m really, I’m really sure we can just talk this out?!” The senshi struggled and finally got a hand free, gasping and thrusting her fingers right at his eyes.
Oh please, please let this one work. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it much longer, and she really didn’t want to die tonight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:04 pm
a*****e.
Yup. That was Jarosite. If you were a White Mooner, chances are, he was an a*****e to you. Hey, having your girlfriend be completely erased from existance because of White Moon magic can have that effect on you.
Of course it had nothing to do AT ALL with the fact he was an agent of Chaos, with Chaos in his starseed for at least three years now. Oh no. Not at all. Clearly the emotional turmoil did all of this for him and nothing else.
It clearly didn't do anything for his reflexes when he paused, ever so slightly to say something about how, yes, he was an a*****e and he enjoyed it.
Foreheads collided and Jarosite saw stars. Or black spots really. He reeled back, and rocked far enough back on his heels to actually fall over. Clearly the balance was shot too.
It took a long while for his vision to stop imploding, enough time for the senshi to just run away. Or hit him again. Her choice.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:14 pm
Lysithea couldn’t believe her luck…and of course…she wasn’t going to press it either. She got up as best she could and took off running, desperate to get as far away from this blue haired nega as was possible. She didn’t like how close to death she had gotten tonight…it was…it was scary as anything. And there was nothing that she wanted to do more than to get the hell out of here.
If she ever saw this guy again, it would be far too soon…far, far too soon.
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