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 Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:24 am
Peklo was, once again, not taking her duties as seriously as she could have. It wasn't so much that she didn't believe in her cause- protecting people was important! Peklo really did have a good heart it was just ...
Everything was too scary! It had her darting from bush to bush, bench to building; Peklo was always running and ducking behind cover so as to never be spotted. She didn't do any real protecting because she didn't do any real fighting.
Could you blame her though? Every time she tried, she got beaten up! The only thing she'd learned from legitimately patrolling was that everything was out to kill her, and given the chance they were going to. It wasn't really something that built any confidence in her. Even with Celsus' instructions and training, she wasn't getting anywhere. It was like the second she saw an enemy, she seized up and failed to remember anything.
So there she was, hiding behind a rather large rock structure in one of the local towns. It was late, but there was no school tomorrow, so she figured it was okay. She just had to stay out here long enough until she considered it a good "patrolling" length and then she'd return home.
But for now, Peklo was crouch behind a rock like a mouse squished into its hole.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 1:01 pm
Nights were his thing, his preferred time of day and perhaps it was because it was the only time of day that he properly felt alive. The darkness helped him embrace his other life with open arms and he'd never been able to sleep for long after he forced himself into insomnia. It wore him down, the lack of sleep, but he had learned to sleep the bare minimum and function like the well rested, even when his exhaustion threatened to knock him out.
Tonight was one of those nights, where he pushed his aching body out the door and onto the streets. The bags he wore under his eyes were dark and marked him at two days without sleep. His posture was poor, muscles sagging under the weight of his body scream for rest, but he did not relent.
While his physical state was exhausted, his mental state was wide awake demanding action and he easily complied. And when the let the power of chaos course through his veins, his posture straightened and the cries of his muscles became muffled, non-existent. The way he preferred.
He felt her presence before he spotted her, but it didn't take his amber eyes long to find the white of her uniform. To eyes accustomed to darkness, the white was bright and blinding, and made her and instant target.
The dark grin that slid across his lips as he moved toward her was frightening, the pink of his scythe materializing in his hand as he moved. "You stand out like a sore thumb."
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 6:05 pm
Peklo yelped the second the figure called out, not having realized that anyone was there in the clearing with her. She thought here, behind a big ugly rock of all places, she would have been totally out of sight. Oh no, she didn't want to get beaten up again.
She tried backing up, only to realize she was cornered by the very rock that was supposed to protect her. "Oh do I? Um ... s-sorry about th-that ..."
Rather pathetically, she wiggled nervously and said, "P-Please don't hurt me. I don't mean you any harm!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 9:04 pm
"What's the point in being out, if all you're going to do is cower behind a rock?" He asked, a brow arching with curiosity. Watching her cower stirred an dark beast within him, reminding him that there was a darker side to him.
He enjoyed that she feared him as twisted as that was. "But tell me...knight. Who do you ally with? Who do you serve?" His voice was quiet, but demanding. Her answer would determine how he treated her.
"I don't promise anything, until you tell me," he warned.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:40 pm
"Is that um ... is that ... well I um ..." Peklo stuttered, too focused on how incredibly scary and intimidating the general facing her was. Peklo honestly believed ever foe she fought was scary, but this pink-haired man facing her was not only physically intimidating but also exerting an aura like none other she'd ever felt before.
At his second question, Peklo meekly said, "Um ... I-I serve M-M-Miss Chronos." Even if that was something she was supposed to withhold, Peklo was too afraid to do anything but be compliant. Now was the not the time for defiance, that much she knew.
She pulled her braids closer, tugging on them nervously. "P-Please I just want to go h-home," she wibbled, hoping- HOPING that this man would take pity on her and she could run off, tail between her legs. That was usually how these things worked anyways.nuxaz don't worry about length, I'm fine with anything <3
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 6:20 pm
Chronos was a senshi, a princess at that, and mention of her made his eyes narrow. If she served a princess then she was allied with the White Moon and therefore was a problem that needed to be dealt with. Labyrinthite had no issues being the one to deliver punishment.
"Ah," he cooed, bringing the blade of his scythe up towards his face to he could run a hand across the smooth expanse of the metal. "It seems you serve the wrong people," he told her, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disappointment. "Pity," he murmured.
Though, he didn't actually view it as a pity. She was cowardly, fearful and that wouldn't serve the negaverse well.
It happened quickly, his dart forward to invade her space. He loomed over her, his 6ft towering over her 5'2 frame. Up close he could see how young she was. She shouldn't be fighting, she shouldn't be here.
This was why the white moon were monsters. He would beat her to prove a point.
He reached out, fingers curling around her wrist. "You shouldn't be here." He hissed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 7:45 pm
Peklo's eyes widened, both understanding and not understand what he was implying. In the back of her mind she knew exactly what he meant, but in the terror and startled atmosphere, her mind was too clouded with confusion to respond correctly.
"The wr-wr-wrong-"
He lurched forward and Peklo had nowhere to turn. She was cornered, as always, stuck with reflexes that weren't quick enough to move her from the jut she was in. "I know I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't," she hastily agreed with him, voice rising to a girlish wail. "Please let me go hooooomeeee."
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 8:15 pm
"Ah, but a lesson must be learned first," he told her, the darker sides of the captain surfacing. He'd been more maniac lately. One hand held her wrist and the other rose to tug one one of her braids. "What's the little page going to do about it?" He asked, pretending to admire her hair.
"Speak fast," he warned, his weapon mere inches from her face with the motions of his hands.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 10:00 pm
Peklo's eyes widened in terror as the scythe moved closer and closer. Most negaversers she'd come into contact with just used their fists and feet to bully her around. She'd never encountered one with a weapon so powerful before.
"Nothing! I'm not going to do anything!" she cried, wailing right into his face. The invasion of personal space with her hair and the scythe right next to her eyes had her in absolute hysteria. "Please don't kill me please please please."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was wondering why living mattered at all to her. She wasn't good at anything, didn't have many friends. Her Princess had a whole army of strong, competent knights that could protect her a million times better than Peklo ever could.
Even more morosely, she tacked on, "Even if I wanted to I couldn't do anything!" That much was a fact anyone could see. She didn't take any of her training seriously, and she definitely didn't have any exemplary skills.
So even if a negaverser offed her, it wouldn't really matter in the end.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 10:10 pm
He tugged on her pigtails a bit as she began to cry and a part of him wondered if he should feel something as he tormented her. He didn't, however, feel much of anything but some sort sick satisfaction. He didn't care that she was little or that she way crying, he'd been trained to off a chibi senshi without blinking, she allied with the wrong side and he was going to make sure it was a mistake she regretted for the rest of her life.
"Such pretty hair you have my dear," he murmured, running a finger down the length of one braid. "Be a pity if you lost it." He pulled back to let his eyes search her face, to see how she would react.
The hand on her hair moved to wrap around her neck, fingers drumming against her skin as he gave her a false grin. "I'm not going to kill you little page, but I am going to teach you a lesson. If you can't do anything, then why bother going out?"
What was the point of her power if she didn't aim to use it?
A waste.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 10:20 pm
Peklo tried tugging in the opposite direction to free her braid, but that only resulted in more pain to the side of her head as Labyrinthite tightened his grip.
"No ... please I- I-" Her eyes welled with water and her voice was cut off, too hung up with hiccuping. She tried to yell, even get someone's attention, but her throat seized up at Labyrinthite's touch.
Even if she had her voice, she wouldn't have an answer to his question. She didn't know why she continued to go patrolling. She was a ragdoll of a knight, absolutely no use to the force.
All she could do was stare helplessly at him, glassy wide orbs for eyes as she tried to communicate her pain and terror without sound.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:19 pm
His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth in mock disappointment as she failed to respond. "Since you don't have much to say about it, I'll assume you don't care about it. So off it goes." With that he released her neck, yanked hard on her braid and brought the blade of his scythe to her locks. "Bye, bye pretty hair," he whispered bringing his face close to her ear as a distraction.
The blade cut slowly across the first braid and his hands moved quickly to snag her other braid before she could pull away and repeated the motion. He released her, holding her severed hair up in a taunt before letting it drop to the ground.
Now that his cruel act was done, his weapon was banished and he stepped toward her again, fingers curling into his palms to form fists. "Let this be a lesson," he began, tilting his head towards her and letting his expression fall blank. "Hiding will not save you. Your princess will not save you, senshi will not save you. They abandoned you." He shook his head like he was sad for her. "You need to learn to save yourself," he hissed and threw a punch at her gut.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 6:56 pm
As Labyrinthite released her throat, Peklo collapsed to the ground in a heap of tears and failure.
Bye, bye pretty hair.
All she could feel was the inevitable onslaught of tears that was coming on, same as always. "No," she whispered, in a voice tinier than even a mouse would lower themselves to use. It cracked part way through, broken as she was on the pavement.
She stared up at the man- no, the creature that stood before her. She couldn't focus, feeling the light evening breeze on her shoulders, the familiar weight of her hair now gone from her being.
They abandoned you.
Peklo shook her head, quietly whispering another "No..." This time, it rang with still defiance. When his fist came forward, she rolled to her left, just like Celsus had taught her. She sniffled up her tears for a single moment and cried, "Miss Chronos w-w-would never abandon those in need!"
It was one thing to berate and insult Peklo herself. She knew she was a failure of a knight. Any insult that came towards her was just a verification of fact.
But insulting Chronos was another matter. Even if Peklo was lost to the war, Chronos was not a person to be trifled with. One knight was no difference, but if Princess Chronos was lost ... if Princess Chronos was tarnished ...
"I ... I will!" she told him. She didn't bother summoning her weapon, finding a swatch of fur to be utterly useless, but she did try to throw a weak punch towards him. Her tiny fist would do nothing, but she had to make an attempt. For chronos.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:59 am
"You're in need," he responded harshly, letting her weak fist connect with his chest. "Where is your princess? She isn't here. She won't save you. She doesn't want to save you." He continued to attack the subject of the page's princess because it was obviously a sore subject. It got the girl to fight, which was admirable because she knew she would lose.
But she was trying.
Perhaps there was hope for her yet.
"Fight for yourself!" He demanded lashing out a kick, followed by a punch. He didn't throw out any more attacks until she could react because he wanted her to try and fight him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:09 pm
Peklo held her head, bracing herself for the knee that impacted with her stomach. It was never easy. One never really acclimatized to getting pummeled consistently.
She tried to block out Labyrinthite's words, she really did. He was lying- she knew that. Any senshi or knight would tell her the same. She could hear Celsus now, telling her not to listen to him.
And yet ...
"I ... I will not fight for myself! Or Chronos! Or the senshi!" she cried, wiping tears with her sleeve and trying not to feel the pain in her stomach. She felt each knuckle of his hand as it slammed into her cheek. That was going to leave a bruise, and a battered heart.
Still, Peklo stood. It would've been a normality for most warriors, but for Peklo it was an incredible leap of faith. In a broken voice, she responded, "W-We don't need to fight. I ... I don't want to fight." She felt her strength wane and her veil faded, revealed a broken civilian girl, only fourteen years old. "Y-You can choose to protect, I think." This was probably the bravest thing she had ever done in her entire life, and the voices that ran her mind was telling her she was going to be killed any moment for it. "Attacking people who a-arent' doing anything wrong ... Attacking without kindness ..."
Layton remained looking away, far too afraid to even sneak a glance at him. Instead, she stared at her shaking hands. "What you have ch-chosen can't be erased. My hair ... You harmed what you c-could've protected. A-A-And I think thats v-very sad." She looked up at him, bruised face, shattered stomach, cut hair and all. Pity was on her face, though who she felt it for was indeterminate. Was it for her own sorry state, or for the man that was lost in so many ways? Or was it for neither of them, but instead for the situation that they had both been placed in. "I am sorry I p-punched you."
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