Lellouch tried to suppress the pained noise that crept up her throat as she walked, but ultimately failed. Everything hurt in some way. ...Well, just about everything. It seemed like the only thing not giving her trouble, surprisingly enough, was her ankle. The dull ache she normally received when she applied pressure to it was over shadowed by her more grievous injuries. Her wrist, sprained. Possibly even broken, to go along with the cracked and broken ribs she was sure she had. Her body sported cuts and abrasions, from being thrown through glass and office furniture. A few were bleeding, which went perhaps a little too nicely with the few shards of glass still stuck in some odd places.
Some wounds stung, other's burned while most just throbbed and ached. Though she found she didn't mind the small cuts on her arms and legs and the minimal pain they brought. In some backwards sense you could almost say it made her feel warm and fuzzy. Though she would much rather not the jarring pain in her chest every time she took a breathe.
"Ow." She muttered flatly as she stopped to lean against a wall for a moment, the word tasting like a vile mix of vinegar, copper and blood in her mouth. Her lips were probably split in a place or two, but Lellouch simply couldn't find the urge to check or care. With any luck, when she got to her flat, her room mate would be gone and she could bandage herself quietly with out a dull, tedious and headache inducing game of Twenty Questions and what the ******** did you do.
One could hope anyway.
So she pushed herself off the wall and slowly dragged herself down the street.
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Shingles clacked beneath his feet, old and worn, threatening to break under the next boot that treads atop their cracks. The heavy, flat noise halted as the trespasser looked toward the sky, eyes peering between stars for a trace, a breath, a ghost in the emptiness. Those same eyes trailed toward the moon, shining in a mocking listlessness as it cast knifelike shadows from street lamps and ledges. Almost a sigh, almost a smile crossed his lips, and again he started down the roof without hesitance.
Sometimes the ground buckled beneath his feet upon landing, concrete fragmenting or shingles shattering beneath the boots that once tread so lightly. He knew that, with his frenzied pace, he may yet slip or stumble, perhaps even fall, but he didn't mind. Chance offered its own proud merits.
Chance encouraged him to peer through every dismal alley of the city for a thin, almost imperceptible possibility to find him.
But even now, even with his feet planet firmly on the concrete precipice, he understood that very little came of his search due to the vastness of the city and the hundred million locations that his quarry might venture to. Additionally, the chances of finding him alone... The general set his teeth in a labored sigh; what maddened trance set him on such a pointless pursuit? Those who did not want to be found often squirreled themselves away, hidden in traces of the earth or countless portions of the city where he wouldn't find even a scrap of direction. His quarry lacked solitary tendencies as well; to find a face in the crowd demanded too much visibility with one who sported bones and war paint.
Bischofite knew this endeavor was moot before he began.
The general soon started in a new direction through a listless meander, crossing tiles with little interest in crossing distance. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to slip into bed as Alois and watch the shadows peer across the ceiling while he waited for a fitful sleep that never came. He didn't want to waste another long night painting a mural in place of the shattered mirror. Perhaps he would run himself weary, by hunting through the city long into the sunrise, bloodying his weapons while children brushed their teeth in preparation for school. But the night felt... Different, somehow. Even now as twilight threatened to bleed into the horizons, he knew such an extended search would soon shirk his passions once the sun seared the concrete again.
But in his wanderings, an equally slow chaotic energy piqued his interest, stemming not far from him. Across a few rooftops and he discovered their origin in a cloudy mix of moon and lamplight, hunched over and limping through the street like an animal wounded beyond recognition. The scene instilled a morbid sense of humor, for he recognized the pathetic husk of a girl convulsing her way down the street. Bischofite smiled darkly.
She has a propensity for injury, that one. I wonder if her corruptor regrets his choice because of that, but one can never tell by a civilian appearance alone - I suppose that's part of the fun. But does this one forge her own bad luck, or does fate aim to smear her blood across the ground? Maybe I can find out. The general's arm swept across his body, and a resounding, piercingly-pitched clang echoed up the buildings as his already bloodied chakram ricocheted uselessly off the ground. The inertia carried into future bounces before its imperfect circle sent the weapon on its side, just before the girl's excruciating path.
So she incited self-destruction. How quaint.
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The first clang caught her attention, the ones that followed caused her slow movements to cease all together as she turned to look for the source. She wouldn't have to wait long however, because after one last bounce it would land just a few feet way from her. Curious as to what it was, she hobbled her way over to find a chakram of all things. Raising a brow she picked it up and turned it over in her hand a few times. The blood that stuck to the blade seemed to glitter under the light as she studied the weapon.
And for half of a second she wanted to throw it. To see if she could make it bounce off the walls like it previously was. But it had to have come from somewhere, and that was when she finally looked away from the blade. And it was then she noted, that there was an energy source a little closer then she had remembered. It had most likely been over looked in an attempt to get home with out ending up passed out in some alley way. She'd have to work on that.. To be come more aware of her surroundings, despite her condition.
And then she held it out, as if someone had asked for it. "I believe this is yours..." She called, eyes once again on the blade. The handle rested in the crook of her fingers, the blade hanging.
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The general did not respond. Instead his golden gaze settled on her for a long minute, carefully studying her disposition for telltale signs of her injuries. Perhaps most notably, she exhibited no grievances for how she acquired them - the girl still, somehow, held her head high while slinking away from a presumable defeat. She even called to him after displaying his chakram toward the building, awaiting his reclamation of the weapon. Instead, he simply continued to watch in silence.
If he waited long enough, the windchill ate into his cheeks and sieged his face with its inhospitable temperatures. It threatened to jellify blood, to freeze his lashes, to stiffen its hair. But he wasn't the one at risk for frostbite here - the lone senshi stood with far more skin exposed, and lacerations aplenty to invite the chill in. What a pity it would be for her to lose that pain to numbness. Pointless injuries bothered him far more than pointless deaths.
Finally the general left the precipice to appear immediately before the senshi, whom he knew as Lellouch. "I belief' you are correct," he answered, yet made no attempt to retrieve his weapon from her hand. "Lellouch, it seems you haf' a propensity to accrue injuries. Is zat your only talent? Or are you of use to ze Dark Kingdom as somesing aside from a meat shield? Not zat I would mind deferring all potential damage onto you..." Bischofite folded his arms across his chest and began a slow pace around the Raven Senshi. Occasionally he kicked at the favored leg with his boot as a means to measure reaction.
"It's cold out here, Lellouch." The Saarlander finally drew to a pause just beneath a street lamp, which cast gaunt shadows down his face. They pooled at his feet, much like his coat. "So let's play a game. It might keep you warm... Or kill you. I suspect you'f lost a sizable amount of blood already; I belief' you can only sustain fif'e pints before you die. Wis' zat in mind, it might not be in your best interest to accept. However..." The general summoned his weapons once more, the pair gleaming dangerously with jaundiced lighting.
"At least you'll haf' a little fun before you're dead."
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When no one came to calm the weapon, her hand lowered back to her side as she shifted her weight a little awkwardly. So she once again returned her attention to the chakram in her hand. Her thumb ran over the leather that made up the handle binding, warn with use. She did have to admit the thing was pretty cool, even if it was covered in blood. Her fingers then moved, and oh god how it sucked to have one working hand at the moment, to where blade met hilt before running over the blade itself. The blonde hissed though, when she pricked her thumb on the metal point of the blade. "Stupid..." She mumbled to herself as she popped the offending finger in her mouth, careful not to stick herself in the face too.
The girl jumped when Bischofite chose to reveal himself, cursing in both surprise and annoyance as she fought to regain her footing. "Old habits.." She muttered. "Won't happen again.." Lellouch added, trying to suppress the urge to roll her eyes and shake her head at his added comment. In her condition, she had no room to throw out sarcastic snark, it was probably better to just stay quiet. It was then she took in his appearance. Funny how much difference a month could make.
Keeping quiet didn't last long as a well placed kick had her hopping on one foot with a yelp. "Ouch! Yes that still hurts. Thank you for asking." Lellouch said flatly as she hopped about, her good hand flying out behind her to catch herself against the wall. Though this proved a bit difficult with the weapon still in it. "Almost forgot what it felt like." So much for no snark.
"It is." She agreed. And while Lellouch normally liked the cold, he had a point. She was colder then she would have liked to be thanks to the blood loss. The blonde jerked her hand away from the wall, almost as if she had touched something hot, when the weapon was called back to its owner. Lellouch just sort of watched him for a minute, before her gaze wandered back to the chakrams again.
It probably was a stupid idea.
"Depends on the definition of fun... What kind of game?"
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"Ze definition of fun does not change from person to person, Lellouch. Ze idea of it does." Bischofite reached into his chest pocket to produce an ornate cigarette case, from which he plucked one of his vices. "Do you smoke?" He asked, offering the case of the remaining three, two on one side and one opposite, to the corrupted senshi.
"Most people find my idea of fun a touch extreme. Perhaps zey are right; typically people do not enjoy zeir lives sreatened in the case of a little game. But life becomes a boring chore when one isn't fighting to retain it. Ze tasks are easy and ze rules are simple: avoid me or die. What we would play is a modified version of hide and seek." Bischofite finally pursed the cigarette between his lips, lighting it before he continued. "You cannot power down, and obviously you cannot outrun me." As he spoke, the cigarette bobbed about in the corner of his mouth.
"Drawbacks aside, you will learn to prioritize your mindset... If you survif'e. You will learn how to hide, despite ze auric energy your body releases in zis form. And perhaps, most importantly, you will learn of proper ambush locations, because..." A smile drew across the misanthrope's face as he paused for theatrics. "In order for you to win the game, you must strike me wis'out sustaining damage. Sounds easy enough, yes?" Bischofite extended his arms outward in a welcoming gesture, as his chakrams gleamed dully due to old blood. Afterward he pinned the blades together in his palm, meticulously lining them up to produce perfect symmetry. He did so purely by feel; when he was satisfied, he embarked on a different aspect to the game.
"However, a game still lacks a bit of fun wis'out a wager - pressure to stay and win, so to speak. If I win, and I strike you, say... Sree times wis' my weapons, zen you will fill my energy quota until you win a game yourself. Now, you must name your own price. Anysing you want." Bischofite often found the choice of wager more interesting than the individual themselves; meat bags with sass proved irritating and occasionally infuriating, but a potential result? Those rendered life interesting.
Bischofite paced around the girl as he awaited her response, charkams angled precariously close to his lips. As he exhaled, his breath fogged the edges of the blades, a testament to the unforgiving winter weather. But more than snow flurries, potential ambushes, or accusations of treason, he anticipated her answer.
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"You're not one for sarcasm, are you Bischofite..." She glanced at the case for a moment before taking one of the remaining three. "No... And perhaps this is a stupid idea all things considered, but there's a first time for everything.." Her ribs and lungs where already protesting, what difference did a cancer stick make at this point.
"Maybe they shouldn't play if they aren't willing to risk it then." She shrugged rubbing at her bad wrist, with a pained hiss. This time she couldn't help but roll here eyes. "There's that smile again... Hey, that tree was totally perfect for what I used it for." The little s**t of a page didn't see it coming. Pursing her own cigarette between her lips and hobbling over, she liberated the general of his lighter, using it to light hers before handing it back.
She quirked a brow at the terms. It was slanted in his favor. But then again who was she to complain, she had agreed to this game after all. His game, his rules. "I'm ******** if you just hit me once." Forget avoiding three hits. She had to avoid him all together or else she lost. Lellouch would have one hell of a time pulling this off given her injuries. But perhaps that was half the challenge... "If-" She started, and that was a big if. "I somehow win, take me with you when you go on a patrol or whatever it is you prefer to call it." Pinching the cigarette between her pointer and middle fingers, she pulled it away, blowing out the smoke. "I don't care what we do, or if we do anything. I just want to tag along for a night."
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"Interesting zat you would pick somesing so benign as your reward." His response laced with sharp disappointment, Bischofite eyed her unenthusiastically. Slowly he paced around her form, visually tracing over every heinous laceration present on her body, and the swollen bruising denoting blunted attacks. Surely she understood that a game of this nature may solicit her death, and if so, beckoned his through Negaverse punishment alone. Once already they had taken corrective action, but twice? Unlikely. "If zat is your price, so be it. You cannot recant once we initiate ze game, and at no time afterward may you change your mind. Also, once we begin, you cannot refuse ze game. Should you find it beyond your tolerance, zen power down and try to escape. Let it be known, however, zat I do not take kindly to stray civilians."
Bischofite knelt down against the grungy pavement, his knee hovering just above an opaque, filmy puddle in an old pothole. He turned his attention toward a glaring puncture wound in the middle of her calf, and from it trickled a slow stream of blood, down into her boot where it presumably soaked the soles. He didn't care much for its origin. However, Bischofite was taken by the undying urge to cauterize the wound using his cigarette - and so he pinched his vice within the webbing of his fingers and pressed it against her slow leak, using his thumb to drive force behind the action. Strangely, very little sound came of it. "You are correct about one sing - if I strike you, you will die. I suppose ze remaining two hits will be easy enough to acquire on your corpse, yes?" A low, quiet laugh stirred in his throat. "It's a shame you won't be delivering on your wager at zat point, but... I'f never had much taste for company regardless."
Taking a final drag, the general dropped his cigarette into the grayed, dirty water. "If you're quite satisfied, you'd better pick a proper place to hide before I start counting. I am, surprisingly, terrible at it." Straightening up, he reallocated his chakrams to one hand and dusted his coat without checking for debris. Once satisfied, he smoothed the wrinkles slowly. "Just remember zis, Lellouch: alles muss versteckt sein. Everysing must stay hidden. I sink you can draw far more meaning from it zan what lingers at ze surface.
"Now go." Bischofite waved the blonde off with a flick of his wrist, fully expecting her to limp into the shadows.
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"Just because you don't see a purpose behind it, doesn't mean there is one. Maybe I'm just curious to see those 'curious instances where individuals die by hanging, or electrocution, or any number of strange phenomena' upon meeting you." There was a pretty bad urge to make air quotes but the blonde stomped that back down fairly quickly. "Was there something else you wanted to hear?" She tilted her head, waiting him watch her. "I'm not taking it back or changing it. And I'm not pansying out. I said I'd play and I'm playing." She took a rather deep drag on the cigarette before pulling it away and blowing the smoke up to the sky, watching as it eventually dispersed and faded into the darkness.
With a surprised yelp, she dropped the cigarette and stepped back. "Was that really necessary?" She hissed as she inspected the burn. As if her leg didn't hurt enough already. "It would would be easier if I were a corpse, but I never said anything about dying. I can't fill your quota if I die now can I?" Her lip twitched slightly. "Give me some credit, Pretty Boy. I just may surprise you."
She snorted quietly, but turned to leave all the same, mumbling something about damning gorgeous, charming psychotic bastards. Or something to that effect anyway. So on with the game.
Hobbling into an alley Lellouch's first move was to actually strip herself of her boots and ditch them in some cluttered, trash ridden cluster of garbage cans and black bags where they would go unseen. It might be a decision she regretted later down the road, but she could move around with out the tell tale sound of a heel clicking against a hard surface. Now, how to hide.. She had to get up. Most people never looked up. The blonde had seen it enough times in countless movies. They looked everywhere but up. However, Lellouch knew that the rooftops where probably out of the question...
With some minor difficulty, she managed to jump up to a fire escape. At least she was off the ground. But she was still easily accessible from where she was. She knew she was wasting time, and for all she knew, Bischofite would pop around the corner in another second. It was then the blonde spotted an window about another floor up. The glass was worn and weathered, the bottom panel smashed completely out. The senshi could work with that. Whatever it was. As quickly and as quietly as she could she clambered up the latter to the next flight and poked her head through the window.
Perfect.
Casting a quick glance to the alley way she ducked into the studio. It was some long abandoned fashion studio... And by the looks of it, the thing had been in the middle of renovations when things had shut down. There where pipes, tarps and scaffolding everywhere. She could easily climb up if she had too. But perhaps what sold her on it where the support beams that riddled the room. Let's see him efficiently use those chakrams now.
In her excitement of the room, Lellouch barely had time to cover her mouth as she began violently coughing. Damn lungs... Damn ribs. She hissed as she held her sides, only to blink. ...Had the room always been this bright and colorful?
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Bischofite listened intently to the tapering clack of boots, the thump of a dumpster, and finally curious scraping before the corrupted senshi's retreat faded into the urban ambience pervading the area. With an even sigh, Bischofite closed his eyes and recited the old, monotonous counting intrinsic to the game. "Eins, zwei, drei, vier..." Wind trickled through the alley, stirring scraps of garbage - crumpled newspapers, discarded chip bags, and candy wrappers - as it searched every corner. It seemed even the weather intended to encroach on their game.
"Funf, sechs, sieben, acht..." Her auric energy crept away, moving as slowly as he expected, due to her injuries. Perhaps she hobbled into a shallow enclosure to stay hidden, or crawled into a dumpster earlier. Regardless of her current location, she hadn't shirked the game - she never powered down. Knowing her fate, perhaps not fully comprehending it, she slinked into the streets to inhabit some dingy, dismal location and wait for him to snuff out the tattered dregs of her life. Normally he disliked the complacent ones, but she avoided inciting his wrath thus far.
As he continued, his belied an air of impatience. "Neun, zehn, elf, zwolf..." Finally the general started toward the alley, coat and cape blustering behind him with the force of his departure. "Hundert. Augen auf, ich komme!" The general departed down the narrow alley, eyes sweeping across smoke-stained brick and dirt-laden dumpsters for any sign of her disturbances. He peered down chain linked paths, checking their jutting features for any indicative scraps of blue cloth, or a charcoal black strip of her bodice. And only when he realized how utterly close he drew to her signature did he finally slow to a leisurely pace, arms folded behind his back.
Finally the Saarlander drew to a halt, recognizing that her meager scrap of an energy signature lingered in the immediate vicinity. However, in peering down the alley, he spotted nothing more than a handful of aluminum trash cans, a discarded blanket half-covering a puddle, and a couple discarded white drawstring bags of trash. At his height, Lellouch lacked the stature to slip into any of these objects. His mouth creasing into a frown, gold eyes searched the nearby buildings for easy entries - ground floor accommodations for the physically impaired. Still, no windows sported great gaps in the pains, and no doors stood ajar for the opportunistic.
Only when he heard a resounding cough from higher up did he realize how far she pushed herself. A grin blooming across his features, Bischofite leapt to a rusted out fire escape and immediately spotted a telltale broken window. Slipping inside, the misanthrope awaited his slow adjustment to the dim light, in which he recognized the looming figures of scaffolding. As he stepped, plastic tarp crunched beneath his feet - someone intended to paint this place. However, with the trimmings of renovation strewn about the area, it provided a plethora of unique hiding places - a proper arena for their little game.
"Oh, Lellouch," he cooed as he paced through the room. "You picked an interesting setting. Are you trying to win?" With a soft laugh, the misanthrope dispatched a chakram into a draped tarp, arching an eyebrow when the weapon met no resistance. "If you're at my level, i'll haf' butchered you eventually. And if you are abof'e me, well..." Bischofite tapered off with a quiet gasp, as if absolutely elated by his considerations. "Your perch will start dripping blood eventually. I'f seen your injuries. You cannot hide for long." Another chakram sang into the scaffolding, collapsing its structure on top of itself.
"How long can you hold out, Vögleln?"
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Damn that walking excuse of a garden. She was going to douse him in weed killer the next time she saw him. Her fingers knotted tighter in her fuku as she clutched at her chest. They would be the first thing she took care of when she got home.
If, she got home. Provided she didn't actually die. Whether it be by blade or lack of blood.
The crinkling sound of a plastic tarp caught her attention, effectively snapping her out of her mini rage fest. Slipping further back on her current perch, Lellouch pressed herself as flat as she could get. The wind outside blew, causing the windows to rattle and the building around them to creak and groan in protest. With any luck, when she moved any noises she made could easily be mistaken by that of the building shifting around them. She grinned when he cooed, and frowned when he had the gall to expect her behind a tarp. How insulting. The blonde knew better then to be that predictable atleast.
Normally, she would have replied to his banter. But well, talking defeated the purpose of staying hidden now didn't it? Atleast he sounded in pressed though Bischofite had a point though. If she stayed in one spot too long her wounds would end up giving her away. She'd have to move eventually, and now that he was here, she would have to be even more careful about how she went about it.
Her brow twitched in minor irritation when he sent the scaffolding collapsing on itself. Damn it. Oh well. It was fair she supposed. She was trying to make things more difficult for him. So of course he would do the same for her. Great. Just one more thing to take into account. She watched as he stalked about the place. Sinking the bladed rings into anything that could pose as a possible hide out. The senshi made a mental note to ask him what he had just called her once everything was said and done.
Closer. He needed to be closer. He was just a few steps away. She fingered the charm around her neck as she waited And then..
"Lellouch Congress!"
Sailor Scout Attack: Lellouch Congress Saying the name of her attack, Lellouch touches the charm on her choker. Lellouch pulls some energy in the shape of the charm and throws it at feet of the attacker. Once it hits the ground, it explodes into a fury of raven feather's temporarily disorients the person. This attack has a five foot radius and lasts for 20 seconds. She can use this attack up too twice, should she choose to use it a second time, she breaks the charm off her collar rather then gathering it.
The make shift charm exploded. And now with any luck, he'd do exactly what she wanted. He'd brush her off. Walk around it or just toss the bladed ring threw as if she stood on the other side. And if he did, well... He was in for a surprise.
The blonde carefully lowered herself from her perch only to press up against one of the support beams that held the roof up. Now to see what he did.
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Her call drew his attention immediately - a familiar little trick she pulled on a page not terribly long ago. As the charm hurled toward the ground, the general blinked across the room, where he released a chakram toward the flurry of feathers. However, no wet spray of blood or strangled yelp issued from beyond the vibrant display, and his mouth creased in mild confusion as he puzzled out the reasoning behind her actions. "Why waste your magic on such nonsense, Lellouch? Or had you expected to catch me in zat mess of activity you call an attack? I am disappointed zat you sink so lowly of me." As he spoke, the general eyed the room for any signs of life - any shifting bars, clattering wood, whispering cloth.
And the sudden shift of fabric in his peripheral drew his attention, soon bearing a jagged slit as his second weapon passed through its stitching effortlessly. Soon afterward, the scaffolding behind it leaned treacherously before collapsing against the ground in a heap. Still, the senshi remained hidden.
"You're running out of time, Vögleln. You're running out of space. I can set zis place on fire, you know, and eizer we bos' burn or you capitulate." To prove his point, Bischofite withdrew a familiar silver lighter, sporting a minimalistic design. In stark contrast to his matchbook, the lighter appeared barely tarnished from use. "I am no stranger to flames. Are you? Aside from a cigarette burn, I suspect you'f never suffered more zan an oven accident. You don't quite know what it's like to breaz'e choking smoke, to feel your ever sense overloaded by pain indescribable... As is often said, zere's a first time for everysing. Some people even consider immolating togezzer as romantic."
Slowly the general meandered toward the wall, where rolls of canvas tarp leaned against the unused scaffolding. Finally the lighter snapped open with a click, and his gloved thumb caressed the rolling mechanism to produce a calm flame. "It's your call, Lellouch... Unless you want to surprise me again."
And given his current situation, he could use a good surprise.
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She had to choke down the laugh when the chakram went soaring through the feathers with little resistance. Did he really expect her to be on the other side? "You talk a lot Gorgeous. Has anyone ever told you that?" Lellouch eyed the scaffolding she had just been on a few moments prior. That had been close. Waaaay to close. "Just because you don't see a purpose behind it, doesn't mean there is one." She repeated her words from earlier, almost in a teasing voice. "My magic wasn't wasted." At least she hoped it wouldn't be.
There was that word again. She'd definitely have to find out what it meant now. The blonde paused in her careful movements at his words. It almost sounded like he was speaking from personal experience by the way he chose his words. "I haven't." She answered. "And as cute as you are, I unfortunately have no plans on finding out any time soon. Maybe some other time hun."
As he got closer to the wall, the more she hugged the pillar. And then, there was a small noise, almost akin to fabric being torn from something. Once again Lellouch threw something at his feet, this time though, it wasn't some copy but the original skull that normally hung from her neck. It exploded at his feet and after a moments pause she tarted through the feathery shower, tackling Bischofite to the ground. The lighter clattered and went spiraling across the floor in some distant direction. "Surprise." The senshi said, as she stared down at him.
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The sudden burst of feathers caught the general's attention, and he spun toward the resounding explosion to witness an inordinately dazzling display of feathers, swirling about in a hypnotizing flurry. Soon afterward, an impact to his shoulder followed by the jarring greeting of the ground temporarily immobilized him. The general winced as his jaw manifested a cracking sound upon striking the dusty wooden floors. As the display calmed, Bischofite breathed a low sigh. She returned with an interjection of surprise, and the general's expression twisted into a grin. Soon, whistling laughter choked out of his throat as his shoulders shook to accommodate his mirth.
"I did not expect to lose against a senshi so close to deas'. Zis is... quite a surprise indeed." Though he laughed, chakrams materialized in his grasp. "By ze rules established before, you know what zis means." Finally the general sat upright, regardless of the weight that once rested on his back. His jaw clicked as he spoke, and he disliked it greatly. He pressed a thumb of one occupied hand to the site of impact, hoping to discern only a minor injury.
"Your reward, what was it... Yes, did you not request to accompany me on a patrol? How benign of you. Since you are in no condition to manage a patrol, I expect you to power up a week from now, at eleven PM. You will receif' a transmitter call from me, and I will disclose our meeting location. Should you forget, you'll find a chakram in your leg ze next time we meet." Bischofite smiled; for a moment he recalled the canvas scraping of skin breaking from his weapons, and the adamant resistance of bone against the sharpened blades. He wouldn't mind revisiting that motion, regardless of the cost.
"You haf' a lot to learn, Lellouch." To prove his point, Bischofite loosed a chakram at the nearby scaffolding, which easily collapsed upon the corrupted senshi. "You are creatif' and make ample use of your surroundings, but you are reckless - you disregard particular clues zat could work to your advantage or your downfall. But zat is..." He shrugged dismissively. "Neizer here nor zere." Finally he offered a hand to the blonde.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 1:29 pm
The senshi had not expected him to start laughing. So as he did, she just sort of... stared at him. Her eyes went to the chakrams the second they materialized, and for a second Lellouch really hoped she hadn't just literally launched herself into a trap herself. Slowly she slid of him, a hand going to her side, feeling for any extra damage to her ribs. She had been so caught up in her little attack that she had forgotten she could do more harm then good with it. "Is your jaw okay?"
"I told you, give me some credit." Lellouch rolled her eyes as he brushed off her reward. "You said that already... Next time I'll ask for something... " A pause, and the blonde waved her hand in a vague gesture while shrugging. "More." Whatever more was, right then, was unknown to her. "You just can't wait to see me dead can you?" She dead panned, but shook her head non the less. "I will not forget. You have my word."
Her words however were cut off when the scaffolding came crashing down on her. Tucking her bad wrist under her she curled in on herself the best she could. She yelped loudly when one of the metal poles struck her back. "Jerk." She wheezed as she tried to gulp down some hair. "My ribs are broken enough already thanks." Not to mention it was already hair enough to breathe. "Was there a point to doing that?" Aside from scaffolding was flimsy as hell and did not make the best perch. She glared at the hand, before turning on him. It was probably a stupid idea to grab it. The blonde huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face before she took his hand anyway. "So then teach me what I need to learn."
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