Tonight, Luxor was ready to make himself a better knight. He did not know what went into becoming a Knight, a real one, but the Squire wanted to push himself to that end, so he could protect all the people he loved and wanted to keep safe.
The Squire was not a particularly patient person. He had never been before, anyway. Pluto, his planet, did not seem to fit him at first because of that. Now he was learning more about it, about himself, about the past he was tied to and this strange new future they were supposed to forge. Knights. In space.
He could not say his life had been changed by that trip to Olympus, but he supposed it was more information that would do him good some time. He might not know right now, but eventually he would.
He was patrolling tonight in the park, some place he did not usually go. He knew that a lot of other senshi and knights ended up here, and maybe he was looking for them. Or maybe he was just hoping that this was a good place to find some Negaverse soldiers to defeat and grow stronger. While he was not sure experience was the only thing that went into becoming a knight, the Squire needed to be stronger regardless. The more Negaverse soldiers he stopped, the more he could prove himself, and the more he learned.
That was all he really needed. Leave the talking and the idea of purification and all that other babble to others. He was the brute force, and it was a role he took to like a fish to water.
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:28 pm
Corrupted Sailor Kerberos had extremely mixed feelings about this park. He had plenty of memories here with his sister, when she'd been alive - but this was also the place where he'd met Persephone and Zinkenite, where he'd learned the truth, and where he'd been given the power of a corrupt Senshi.
Besides, he'd heard it was often absolutely crawling with powered folk, a good place to find Order faces to punch, which was his mission this evening. No draining energy, no harassing civilians. Just beating the enemy into the dirt, paying them back for Cait's death one person at a time.
He felt an aura prickle his senses - stronger than his, but less than Persephone's, which made for a good point of reference. The corrupt stopped, standing still and looking around.
"I'm not hiding," Luxor said, following the bleeding aura until he found the source of it. He had no real opinion on all these bad guy senshi, not seeing a difference between them or the Negaverse. They had been at the carnival, too, he recalled, and they had done just as much damage. There was no line, and thus he had no pity for them.
Bad guys.
"I'll fight you."
Luxor was not a man of many words. He stared at this new enemy with a dark glare on his generally grumpy face, his arms at his sides but tense, his fingers curled into fists. He was always ready for a fight with Chaos, and he did not hold back. he held them responsible for all the deaths and injuries the night of his Carnival, and he would make them all pay, one by one, until he either couldn't any more, or they were gone. There was no real middle ground for him, at least not that he could see.
Growling, Luxor charged at him. His bland but angry air shifting quickly into full on rage mode. He pulled his fist back and took the first swing.
Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 9:21 pm
Kerberos grinned rather wolfishly, glad for what was obviously going to be a straight fight. It was too bad his opponent was hot and shirtless - and also sort of exactly what he liked in a guy, all around.
An absolute tragedy he was Order, and therefore sort of indirectly responsible for the death of Kerberos's sister. At least as far as the corrupt was concerned.
"It's too bad I'm gonna have to kill you," he said, "you're pretty cute. What a waste." He brought up his arms to block the punch, grunting with the force of impact. That might still bruise, damn. He brought his other arm around, swinging it as an uppercut aimed for the Knight's gut. Ideally he'd get a little distance to use his magic, but for now throwing fists would do just as well.
If he had a dime every time someone called him cute, he would have a surprising amount of dimes. Why did people seem to think his stiff, silent, grumpy attitude was cute? Maybe it was the skirt.
It was probably the skirt.
Luxor grunted when he was punched in the gut, certainly feeling it. He was not immune to pain, but he had a funny way of just ignoring it. He was the most stubborn man in the world, and he was dead set on this fight: there was no way he was going to let himself get beaten up by anyone on the Chaos side, regardless of what breed they were. To him, they were all the same.
And they all deserved to be wiped out.
The cute Squire swung his elbow with Kerberos being so close after the upper cut. He was aiming for the other's temple, while at the same time taking a difficult breath in to steady himself after his lungs had been forcibly emptied. He would need a moment, but the adrenaline was keeping him going for now, and as long as he didn't stop, he would be able to keep fighting like the ruthless brawler he was.
Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 10:25 am
Kerberos moved back, but the Squire's elbow still contacted his head, and he had to move back and shake his head a little. It was dizzying, and even though he had a lot of anger and aggression, he also lacked any kind of actual formal brawling practice.
The eternal tragedy of being a tiny, skinny teenager.
Still, at least he had a little space, so he brought up his hands to his face. "Asphodel's Grief!" He declared, blowing the flurry of petals directly at Luxor. Maybe it'd have enough of a distracting effect to give Kerberos a better chance.
Ker's First-Level Magic
Sailor Scout Attack: Asphodel's Grief! Sailor Kerberos cups his hands in front of his face and says the name of his attack, then blows. Asphodel petals fly out of his hands towards one target within eight feet of him. The target begins to feel regret, though the apparent "reason" will vary from person to person and it might even be something they would not normally regret. The effect is the same no matter the target's rank. This effect lasts for 30 seconds. Sailor Kerberos can use this three times per battle.
Luxor stared at Kerberos after he launched his attack, pausing but not showing any apparent emotion for anything. An attack that focused on emotions was likely the least effective way of fighting the brick wall that was Luxor. He spent most of his life feeling, and then ignoring, stronger emotions than regret.
But it was enough to pause him for a little while, halting his attacks. He glared at the other while he waited for the magic to wear off.
He'd never had magic used on him before, and he certainly did not know how to use his own. He'd never even realized that his weapon, his glove, could channel magic now that he was a Squire, and certainly had no reason to start thinking it now. Maybe if he went out and asked about it he would learn, but so far all he knew about being a Knight was that he could get strong, and he could go to space some times.
And he did not get a lot of clothes coverage.
Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 12:22 pm
Alright, so his magic wasn't having as much of an effect as he'd hoped. That was fine, he'd adapt. The Corrupt moved back in close, this time aiming a punch for the Squire's face.
'Tell me something - do you even have feelings?" He asked, tone surprisingly light. He was used to getting at least some kind of reaction to the sudden storm of regret that was his attack, and so nothing at all was a little bit unusual and kinda disconcerting, all things considered.
And he also tended to run his mouth a lot, anyway, so that was likely to happen no matter what.
"Not usually," Luxor said blandly, and it did not seem like it was a joke. He was not exactly Mr. Comedy Guy, anyway. His timing was always off and his delivery was the worst it could be. He did not understand comedy, of course, and though sometimes he got lucky with his sarcasm, for the most part he just told the truth and avoided being ironic.
The Squire had a hard time with the whole emotion thing in general. Only one person had ever made him feel anything other than anger and that was the woman he was falling in love with. Everything else was steeped in his anger over the Carnival, and his need for revenge. He did not waste his time on anything else.
And when he did, he usually just got drunk and that took care of having to feel anything he didn't want to feel. Which was almost everything.
"I'm going to destroy you," he said evenly, though the magic had stalled him enough from his resolve. He didn't show it, but his actions made it clear that while the magic was impacting him, he wouldn't be able to make good on his threats. But once it faded, which he could feel it was starting to, he was so going to punch this guy's face in to the back of his head.
Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 3:23 pm
Kerberos raised his eyebrows. It seemed unfair to keep on beating on the Squire if he was going to so thoroughly not fight back. Punching a completely nonresponsive target just wasn't fun.
"You'll destroy me?" He asked, his tone mocking. "What the hell are you, an eighties cartoon villain? Try harder there, boyo." He considered for a moment longer, and then decided it wasn't totally unfair to hit him while he wasn't fighting back.
So he drew his fist back for a very solid punch directed straight at the Squire's face.
Well that seemed obvious enough to him. He growled, and found he was not hesitating any more. He could move without any sort of doubt creeping into the back of his mind to halt him. Now he had the chance to pay back some of the debt that had been accrued in those last few moments. He lifted his arm to block the fist that was coming his way, looking at Kerberos with a growl.
"And I make sure people like you don't get another chance to hurt innocent people."
A problem was only solved if it was solved permanently: and that meant taking out the source. Crippling them, killing them, or breaking them so badly they could not bring themselves back into the fight. Those were the three options Luxor had discovered so far in his efforts, though he had not been able to succeed in any fight just yet. It would be a long and difficult road, but he was working on getting stronger and stronger. One day, he would be able to make his goals real.
Clenching is other fist, he hauled back his meaty arm and slammed it forward, just as Kerberos had done, returning the favor and aiming straight for the other guy's face.
Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 4:34 pm
Kerberos put together a pretty well-faked pout. "Is this about the wearing-black thing? Because, y'know, that's a little bit unfair, wouldn't you think?" He probably sohuldn't have bene suck a jerk about the whole thing, but oh well, it was fun.
He put up a hand to protect his face, just in time to get punched really hard. "Ow, ********, you hit like a freight train, I see you're putting those muscles to good use." The snark rolled off his tongue without a thought, and he brought up his knee this time, once again aiming for the Squire's gut. He was beginning to think he should maybe get out - getting the ever-loving s**t beaten out of him didn't sound like a fun idea.
Why have muscles if not for use? Luxor was a work horse, and he bent himself to bettering himself and being able to do more and more. He was strong because he was trying to be strong, and he did not really waste his time on vanity. When it came to that, in fact, he could be rather self conscious, but only if the right person was teasing him about his looks.
If Zia ever said anything, he would probably fall apart.
He was not impervious to all damage, though, and when a knee hit his gut he felt his lungs empty and he bent forward, taking a breath on instinct and having his vision blur a bit. He growled though, grabbing on to that knee and hauling them both sideways, not caring how awkwardly it bent Kerberos, aiming to throw him or at least topple him with the force of the effort. The more he was hurt, the angrier he got.
Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 5:52 pm
Kerberos yelped, flailing his foot forward in an effort to kick Luxor again and make the Squire pay for grabbing onto his leg. He also made a desperate flailing motion with his arms to keep on his feet.
Some brave warrior of the Negaverse he was proving to be. Like, really, this was going to make Avalon and Zinkenite and Persephone so incredibly proud. Getting into a fight with someone stronger both physically and magically and ending up yanked off his feet and on the ground.
"Whoa, whoa, you can at least buy me dinner first, I'm not that easy."
Luxor growled and let him go, staring at him angrily. He was not in the mood to listen to someone flirting with him, even in jest. It seemed to happen a lot, whether from people on his side or the other. He got it: he looked like an Egyptian themed stripper, but that was not his fault.
He most certainly would not have designed his outfit this way if he had a choice.
"I dunno, you seem easy to me," he said thinly, though he was not sure he was doing the joke justice. He meant it in the more literal way, talking about the fight at hand rather than the other implications, but he was not sure it had come across that way. His timing was terrible.
As was his delivery.
"I'm giving you one chance to get out of here. If you don't, I'm going to make you eat your own nose."
Tonight, Luxor was ready to make himself a better knight. He did not know what went into becoming a Knight, a real one, but the Squire wanted to push himself to that end, so he could protect all the people he loved and wanted to keep safe.
