Lellouch stretched earning a pop from her back and protect from her still very sore ankle. "Ow." She grumbled, those as to which pain she meant was anyone's guess. Thankfully though, the blonde senshi was able to hide her bandages under her boots so no one would even know where the source of her limp stemmed from. It still hurt to walk on, but Lellouch was managing to get by with a minor limp. The downside? Running was a pain. Which meant no runs before school.
Which sucked a**.
And if it wasn't already sucky enough, Lellouch had seen absolutely nothing since that night. Either the universe hated her, and people were playing the best game of keep away ever or she was just really bad at this. Any time she sensed an aura, by the time she got there it was either gone or being taken care of. Having a shitty ankle really made things hard...
So she did what any probee did. Patrolled the 'borders'. And by did it suck.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:39 pm
Patrolling with Thraen had so far been an unfortunately empty experience. Not a single Chaos aura - until there was. She reached over and grabbed Thraen's sleeve, silently attracting the taller Senshi's attention and then nodding in the direction of the aura she sensed.
First-level, Chaotic, similar more to Adonis's than anything else. It had that same prickling feeling of wrongness. She kept silent, approaching slowly to get a decent visual on the enemy - and she was surprised to find that it was a girl, walking with something of a limp.
An easy target.
She nodded to Thraen, and asked the question with her eyes rather than her words - attack?
Feeling Penthesilea's frustration grow as their patrol wore on was morbidly interesting. He expected his own early patrols had been equally as charged with tension, if more skewed towards certain dread than interest in owning faces. His patience now was grown for some things, like hunting, and less for others, mainly his faith in his fellows.
But Penthesilea had proven herself more than they so far, and he was glad to be with her tonight. He was glad to play the ice to her fire. When the aura showed, it was unmistakable- chaos and not high in rank. Sight confirm it as one of their fallen brethren, and likely to have picked up two near auras. The corrupted could be caught against the store or...office front that she was near. Her choice to run quick strategy out of sight and without sound was a good one.
He motioned with his hands to suggest a further note- 2 Pointer fingers, one for each of them, side by side. Split, then coming back to the center to trap and herd their target between them like wolves on an elk.
No forward, no backward, no upward. No Escape.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 8:00 pm
Okay so maybe she was still a little green behind the ears, and maybe she had noticed the two energy signatures a little too late for her liking. But hey, can't win em all on the first try. "You can come out you know... Energy signatures kinda defeat the purpose of a surprise attack.." Lellouch said, not even bothering to look around for them. Instead she picked idly at her nails before inspecting the gloves that traveled up most of her lower arm.
"If you're going to do something. Get on with it. I have better things to do then waste my time playing hide and seek with you idiots." She said, finally looking up from the fabric. Instead of looking for them this time, Lellouch had the gall to ignore them further, and inspect her reflection in the window of the small time tax company's window.
Penthesilea followed Thraen's silent strategy, and nodded sharply, splitting away from him to flank the corrupt from the other side. She was silent, cold, not responding to the blonde girl's taunts. As most of her opponents were, the Corrupt was much taller, closer to Thraen's height than her own - but that was never an issue.
Finally she spoke, but only as she drew close. Her prey's inattention was exactly what she needed, giving her more of a chance to slip up.
"You'd do better to be less dismissive, sweetie," she said. That window would be perfect. Toss her through it, injure her, send her off her feet. She gestured to indicate her intent to Thraen, before snapping out a powerful kick at the Corrupt's back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 11:59 am
The corrupted had a foolish bravado- whether it indicated ego, stupidity, ignorance, or newness was still uncertain. He didn't expect there were many senshi out there who's magic was strong enough to wholesale neutralize the threat of numbers and outranking. It did send a note of caution to his own approach. He followed the plan, coming from the other way in case the girl made a break for it or avoided Penthesilea's assault, but he was hair-trigger aware for signs of her starting to summon her power.
The last thing they needed was both of them getting caught and unable to come to each other's help.
Sending her through the window- that was a nice touch. Maybe she'd be more apt to paying attention instead of preening. He waited for the cacophony of glass to lessen to skitters and tinkle in the dark.
One. Chance. " Surrender and find some mercy, don't and find none."
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:06 pm
Glass fell light rain, and it showered the floor in various sizes of shards and pieces as Lellouch went careening into the cubicles. That in turn started another storm of derbies, paper and pens cascading everywhere. "I'll be whatever the hell I want to be, sweetie." Lellouch grunted. "I don't take orders from you." She grinned over her shoulder.
"What brings a fine piece of tail like yourself to this neck of the woods?" She asked, looking up at the ginger, only to note the blonde. "Tails. My bad. Didn't see you there sweetheart. Might wanna speak up, can't hear you in the back. He always this quiet?"
She dusted herself off, ignoring them once again for a moment. "Sorry, but like I said before. Taking orders from you guys isn't really my thing.. and neither is surrender soooo." She shrugged, brushing a bang out of her face.
"Kiss my a**."
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 7:30 pm
Penthesilea just smirked. "Compliment's appreciated, honey, but that don't mean I'm not gonna treat you like every other piece of Chaos trash." She stepped forward, and then reached down, grabbing the front of Lellouch's fuku and yanking her up.
"Thraen, honey, you told me your attack was status. Any chance you'd show me exactly what that means?" She was grinning, and while she addressed her partner, her eyes were on the Corrupt.
"Y'know, you remind me of someone I met once, a Sailor Damocles. He was an obnoxious son of a b***h too."
He ignored the intent behind the fool's continued bravado- her emotion mattered less compared to the response itself. Of course she was petulent, what other response did the damned have for being faced with their own failing? Thraen stepped near, sword's length from either.
Penthe's ask for his magic was amusing as an after-the-fact. It wasn't needed here, and in her own ignorance of it she would also be susceptible. But if both slept for a few seconds that was fine. He was immune, and could detain their prisoner. "If you wish."
If Penthesilea was an experiential learner, which he had suspicions that she was, it was better this way than just describing the garden fields to her. "Thraen Annual Planting!"
How it Works - Thraen folds his hands together like prayer, the opens hands and they are full of seeds. He blows over them, dispersing the seeds. Hundreds of flowers spring up, growing and blooming magically. Their scent causes those who stand near them to fall asleep. Range - The patch of flowers that grows is a 10 ft. radius around Thraen Duration - The flowers bloom in the post he casts them. If those in the flower bed or near it do not get at least 10 ft. away from the flowers, they fall asleep like Dorothy in Wizard of Oz. The sleep lasts for 15 seconds. The flowers last for 20 seconds. Damage Summary - This is not a damage magic. No damage occurs from the spell itself, nor is any intended. If the writer of someone being affected wants their character to fall to their knees and then flop over and take no harm at all, that is up to them. If the writer of someone being affected by this wants their character to fall over mid-run and skid to a stop with a broken nose, that is up to them. But there is no damage effect in the spell itself. Weaknesses - If someone doesn't stay near them long enough, they don't fall asleep. If people hold their breath, wear a breathing mask, or cover their mouth and nose with wet cloth can avoid the scent as well. Once a person has fallen asleep in one flower bed, they cannot be affected by that bed again. Only a separate bed would affect them. This is an AoE (area of Effect) spell that effects allies as well as enemies. Frequency of Usage - Twice a battle
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 6:39 pm
Lellouch made a started choking noise as Pen grabbed her fuku, hauling her up. She eyed Thraen skeptically. Welp, atleast she knew who was calling the shots. "Do you always do what you're told boy?" Lellouch asked, all joking suddenly gone. "Or are you just this girls spinless pet?" The corner of her lip twitched as he just seemed to do what she was told anyway, and calling his magic. "Cute. Really cute." She grumbled, as her eyes drooped and she tried to shake it off.
Penthesilea was not expecting that Thraen's attack would affect her too. The red-haired Senshi's grip slackened, and she began to stumble backwards, towards the edge of the blooms.
"Damn," she said, her voice surprisingly quiet for once. Flowers and sleep powder hadn't been what she was expecting, for certain, but she was nothing if not one to learn the hard way. Temporarily abandoning her target was a wiser move than dropping asleep in front of her, though it was a near thing, and she found herself leaning against one of the cubicle walls and yawning softly.
"Damn," she repeated.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 6:31 pm
Thraen approached the Corrupted as War backed, reaching for her arm as leverage and wrenching her wrist to spin her down to the ground where frisking was faster and easier. It was a simple process, devoid of interest other than the search. It took a few seconds to complete- outer arms, inner arms, sides, stomach, back, waist, outer leg inner leg.
It was long enough that the drowse would be wearing off, so he put his boot to her neck and applied just-so-much pressure. It was enough to bruise and threaten to crush. He didn't move his eyes from her, waiting to hear War come back around. "Surprisingly clean of the usual effects. I cannot prove you have murdered or stolen, not tonight. "
"Fallen still you be and subject to their whims and regulations. Prove yourself no criminal and agree to leave them. Come with us. "
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Being slammed to the ground jarred the young corrupt awake. "The ********..." She groaned in a haze before it came back to her. "That's uhm... interesting. I don't normally expect to fall asleep when I see a pretty- hey! Watch the hands a*****e. You're cute, yeah I'll give you that but not on the first date." She hissed trying to controll the red tint to her face.
The blonde grinned. "Tonight? No, though a while ago I met this lovely Lieutenant and I got to introduce some saps face to a bear trap. Now that was fun." She then turned her attention to the sluggish ginger. "Funny how that works though no? Ya know what they call people who look similar? Come on.. I give you a hint. It begins with f... ends with a y..." She then laughed. "Though, given the way you spat his name.. I'd wager you lost that fight? Aw... Poor widdle white mooner. Wost to the big bad dark mirror meanie..." Her gaze flicked back to Thraen.
"Enough of an answer for you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 9:41 pm
As the sleep wore off and Penthesilea shook herself back awake, she frowned and filed Thraen's magic away as better used for ambushes than mid-battle. But strategy for the future would come later. For ow, she had a corrupt to teach some respect to.
Metal heels clicked rather dramatically against the floor, and suddenly her grin became a thousand times more sadistic. Well, well. If this girl knew who she was speaking of, perhaps she also knew of the partner he'd mentioned.
Thraen had a decent hold on her, so Penthesilea leaned down, knotting her fingers in that ridiculous corrupt hair and yanking hard. "How about we talk deals, sweetie. You tell me the name of that b*****d's partner, and maybe I think about letting you live."
These works smacked of vendetta, of something highly personal. While he couldn't say he'd rid himself of such foolishness at his core, he had so far kept it out of his day-to-day business. The one-eyed general would ultimately fair no better or worse than the captain with the whip if he had his ultimate goals achieved. All was equitable in true justice, all was fair that paid for Order.
There is some merit to the strategy of using smaller fish to bait greater...but this doesn't seem of that sort by far. And where went the fire of before, that believed all the fallen of our kind should be ended as euthanasia? Thraen shifted his boot from throat to her torso, part over a breast and over lung, with Penthe's hold in the girls hair. The corrupted wouldn't well be able to speak with his boot crushing her neck. Crushing her ribcage downwards to keep her down, however, would less impede her speaking for as much as it would limit her breath and hurt.
He didn't honor her jab with answer, leaving War the floor. Where are you going with this.
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