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 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:36 pm
Draconis was out patrolling in the cool night air. She couldn't patrol much during the day anymore- college definitely sapped that time right out of her. There were too many classes during the day, too many people that might notice her transform.
So she stuck to the nighttime breeze, pretending to go "hang out with friends" or "go to parties." At this point, her roomates must have thought she was quite the floozy. Sometimes she really did go to parties or hang out with friends though! She really did have a life outside of being a senshi!
One girl's aura struck her, and she turned left. Right in front of her was a negaverse agent. "Perfect. I've been itching for a fight anyways." It'd been way too long since she'd actually gotten to hit fists with something.
"You there!" she called out, glad that they were in a relatively secluded area. "Don't you know you're not supposed to be out this late? Something might happen to you."
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 9:02 pm
Patrol for Galena was almost literal. She walked the streets in her stiff uniform with shoulders squared and head held high with proper poise.
To have someone yell for her attention was jarring, to say the least, but immediately her stance turned tense. Thraen had yelled for her attention as well, and she was quickly learning that encounters with Order could go one of two ways.
Starting out with raised voices was not indicative of the way she preferred, however.
"Itching for a fight?" She questioned, posed delicately and unsure, hands positioned strategically to show they held no weaponry.
"Why would anyone wish for such a thing?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 8:06 pm
"Oh don't play mind games with me, I'm so over them," Sailor Draconis replied, the creases of her mouth folding downwards in a distinct frown. One that she reserved for the tricky negaversers. She much preferred the types that bluntly attacked her- those were much easier to work up the energy to fight. The ones that talked to her were always a pain.
She held her hands in front of her mouth, focusing her energy to them, summoning the power of Draconis to very tips of her fingers. It was beginning. "Draconis ..."
A moment of hesitation as she questioned if it was right to attack someone weaponless, but it quickly passed as she realized she didn't have a choice in the matter. The enemy could still easily be hiding a weapon behind her back, or possibly even something magical. She didn't know the extent to which the negaverser's power ran.
"Breath of FLAME!" she finished, allowing the energy to release from her fingers, erupting in a column of senshi flame directly at the girl.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:08 pm
"I-I'm sorry?" Galena seemed frozen in her startled stance. She was so often accused of being dull or blank or not having much going on behind the scenes that being accused of mind games was new for her.
She probably would've had a decent amount of ponderous ruminating on it if she didn't find herself having to suddenly dodge a column of fire.
Not being especially quick in heels, she found herself needing to just throw herself to the side and while she mostly avoided things, a burning sensation on her ankle alerted her to the fact one of her boots had caught fire. She screamed and did her best to kick it off as quickly as she could but she was still burned, badly enough the nylon on that foot had given way to a hole and searing pain was shooting up through her leg from the burn site.
"Wha... what the hell was that?" She shrieked, still not quite used to the magical aspects of the war and just frazzled enough by the fact someone had shot fire at her.
She was hyperventilating enough she didn't have the bearings to get up and run just yet.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 7:45 pm
Draconis scratched her neck and then put a hand to her chin. This was uh ... pretty unusual. Usually they had an ego-inflating speech they gave, and then they fought. Someone would win and then they'd all go home. So why was this girl so ..... not.
Now Sailor Draconis believed in the White Moon's goal as much as anyone else, but even she wasn't completely heartless. She could tell the girl was really, really struggling to understand the concept of a battle.
"Um ... an attack? Are you .... okay?" It seemed so very wrong and weird to ask if a negaverse agent was okay. Galena was making all sorts of things feel very topsy turvy.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 5:14 pm
"No, I'm not okay!"
Usually Galena was soft spoken and nearly silent. People were constantly telling her to speak up. Enunciate. Project. However, right now was a rare upon rare moment where her voice was raised without effort, even though her naturally soft tones were bouncing near screeching pitches.
"You just set me on fire. What is wrong with you?"
She was disproportionately upset this horrible senshi made her swear. It was so embarrassing.
But her breathing was still irregular and panicked and tempered with whimpers and little hints of more screams as she shakenly tried to pick at the melted nylon.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 12:20 am
Sailor Draconis crossed her arms, her mouth creased downwards in a frown. She'd never really considered what was "wrong with her." It was just what you did as a senshi.
"Um, fighting the fight? Ridding the world of evil?" She pointed a dainty finger at the other girl. "Y'know, the same thing you misled henchmen always say?" Except, you know, the senshi were right.
She tilted her head in confusion. "The whimpers are a bit much."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 1:20 pm
The whimpers were a bit much.
That seemed to shut something in Galena down like a switch. Suddenly she wasn't lost and crying, but the perfectly arched eyebrow that raised at Draconis was still stern and angry. The whimpering flower might’ve been an act, but the rage and indignation was not.
"You. Set. Me. On. Fire."
She emphasized every venom coated word.
"I'm not out to fight anyone, I'm collecting energy and trying not to die from violent miscreants with magical powers they use to apparently attack innocents," She drolled, the superiority complex just oozing everywhere as she turned her nose up.
The burns prevented her from standing on her heels again.
"Are you going to continue your assault?"
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