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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:15 am
Okay. That was the third civilian he'd run into that asked if he was on his way to some Sci-Fi convention.
Ashur grumbled his way down the street, his sticks tucked safely away in his vest and his hands fiddling with the Uranus symbol on his belt. If there was anything besides his weapon that gave his trouble as a knight, it was most definitely his outfit. He had to smile at the passersby and play along, come up with some lie about trying an outfit out for his cousin or something, but he secretly wanted to pound the blood out of each of their faces.
Yeah, he'd been developing a bit of a temper issue. Nothing he wasn't handling, though. Or trying to handle. His dad certainly wasn't helping at all.
He didn't really realize it until someone came into view, but he'd been absently following an energy signal to the park a few blocks from where he'd run into that civilian that offered yet another snarky remark about his clothes. The closer he got the stronger the signal got, but his brain wasn't really processing that so much as what the guy was wearing. Ashur approached, sighing somewhat sympathetically and shaking his head.
"And I thought I had it bad..."ChibiGingi I'm.. really sorry. I kind of had to. >O>;
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 4:00 pm
’Maintain the balance between Order and Chaos...’ Sarras, Page of the Cosmos, was minding his own business for the most part and thus far the night had been going pleasantly smooth. Bit by bit, things were falling into place. He was given every piece of the puzzle thanks to the Code, but now it was a matter of putting everything together to see the bigger picture…
The problem with that he was given what he guessed was a thousand piece puzzle and he couldn’t even find enough corner pieces to make a fraction of it. But at least he wasn’t alone in this quest, as he was certain that others left the strange meeting with the same sense of overwhelming confusion as him. For now, he could only try and focus on the small things and work his way up from there.
Tonight, he wasn’t intending to find trouble, and he would have been content to just remain out of sight and out of mind- normally he was great at doing this as he had little love for talking or making a scene. Even with his ridiculous outfit, he had ways of making himself unseen, though tonight wasn’t his night. He had been leaning on a lamp post when he felt the ping of an Order aura, and his recent encounter with Luxor at least let him know that whoever was approaching was both an ally and on the same level as him. So at first, he wasn’t concerned… that was, until whoever approached him made a comment, and crimson eyes shot to the Uranus page.
“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Sarras sneered, pushing himself off of the lamppost and making his way towards him. He was talking about his uniform… he didn’t need to ask, really, and Sarras curled his fists, looking ready to strike as he made his approach. “You’re not exactly the snazziest dresser here, either. I’m a Page of the Cosmos… what’s your excuse?”_ p a o cx NO REGRETS. I’d do the same.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 4:14 pm
He wasn't exactly on the verge of calling the poor guy "Twinkle Toes" or "Tinker Bell" or anything equally as emasculating, but the hostility from someone who was supposed to be an ally was definitely a surprise. The Page of the Cosmos, as the other knight basically snarled at him, had been leaning against a lamp post and likely minding his own business when Ashur had some and inadvertently caused a scene. Still, he couldn't help but shake his head. "Calm down, Cosmos-man," the Page said, hands up and hoping to show that he didn't really mean for the comment to be insulting.
"That's basically what I meant." Ash pulled on a portion of his vest. "I pretty much hate this thing, too. I once had a conversation with someone about a possible interstellar tailor or something that outfitted each of the original knights.."
And he paused then, realizing that he hadn't addressed the other's question. Another sigh escaped him. "Ashur, Page of Uranus. Just imagine a real-life Tatooine and you've basically got it." The distaste in his voice was rather obvious; it wasn't that he hated Star Wars or the franchise that his clothes were so obviously leaning towards, just...that he didn't want to be dressed up like someone who looked like they belonged in those movies.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:36 am
Sarras glowered at the Uranus page, fists still curled into tight balls and looking ready to sock him right in the jaw. Even when he threw his hands in the air in the classic 'I surrender' post, it was too late to appease the page's anger, and he let it be known when he gave a low growl. "I will -not- calm down. And it's Sarras to you! Don't you ever call me Cosmos-man."
What did appease his anger, however, was the explanation he gave shortly after, and it at least slowed down his approach as he heard the other page out. He expressed his own frustrations with his uniform, and while it wasn't enough to unball those fists of his, it at least stopped him from raising them against him. After all, as angry as he might have been, he was an ally, and he was certain that decking his allies in the face for the most minor of insults wasn't even close to maintaining the balance. "Well, if I ever find this interstellar tailor, I'm going to teach him or her a lesson. You're welcomed to join me."
He took in Ashur's name and status, and despite his anger, he couldn't hide the way his lip curled into a rather snarky grin. "Uranus? Well, I guess I'm not so bad off in that department. But I'd rather look like I walked off of a movie set than to be a walkin', talkin' creampuff. So, Ashur, besides critiquing other's appearances, what do you usually do as a Page?"
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 1:02 pm
"You didn't give your name, so I defaulted," came Ashur's quick reply to the obviously peeved knight. He was glad to see that Sarras was calming down a bit though, and even managing a small joke despite his balled fists and ridiculously puffy outfit. The offer, though tempting, was one he had to refuse. He'd long since given up on the idea that such a tailor existed, though it was nice to indulge in the idea when he was bored.
"Gimme a call if the guy does exist and I'll go with you."
It was nice, he noted, to find someone who was just as, if not ever more unhappy with his knightly uniform. Ashur had always griped about the damned thing for as long as he could remember, and although he had an inkling that it wasn't good to bond over something negative that didn't change the fact that he felt a bit comfortable around the other Page already. The grin didn't go unnoticed, and he shrugged at the jab at Uranus as a smile played on his own features.
"Creampuffs aren't all bad." And that was all that could be said of that; the conversation pressed forward and Ash only shrugged at the question that Sarras shot his way next. "Slip on my footing and fall into dumpsters, get beaten around by youma, and -- don't tell anyone -- every once in a while I like to pretend I'm actually patrolling and getting something done."
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 3:21 pm
The situation had calmed down considerable, but not enough to wipe the scowl off of his face, but there was little that Ashur or anyone could do about that, in all honesty. Sarras was a hard man to please and if he smiled, it was seldom genuine. He didn't care much for nicknames and until he learned more of this page, then he'd treat him just as he would treat anyone else. "I'll let you know. You'll be the first on the list, too, if you want."
In the end he was certain it'd be an empty promise and this was something he'd simply have to live with. Or maybe he'd have to work on earning a uniform that didn't immediately bring attention to just how silly he looked. Either way, there wasn't much that would be resolved from it by whining obsessively over it, so he decided to let the topic go for the moment, though for how long was the question.
"Sounds like you got it rough," Sarras said, crossing his arms and mulling over the Uranus page's endeavors thus far. He couldn't judge him harshly- thus far he's been manhandled by two youma, so what right did he have to mock him or anyone for being roughed around? "How's your fighting? Any better than your appearance or should I just assume that you could use some improvement? How about this... how about you and I take out our aggressions in a productive manner. We can spar, maybe learn a thing or two, so that the next time we see a youma or someone mocks our appearances, we don't get our asses kicked? Sound good to you?"
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 11:10 am
Ash shrugged and let the tailor topic go, knowing that whatever promises or agreements that were made concerning it would probably go unfulfilled anyway. At this point the only hope he had on getting a better uniform was to get stronger -- and even then it wasn't a sure promise. For all he knew, it'd just get worse the stronger he got.
But, like Sarras Ashur knew nothing would really get solved even if he bitched and moaned about it twenty-four-seven.
At the other's acknowledgement of his troubles he tilted his head a bit. "I'm alive, so I can't complain," was all he said, then considered the other's offer about fighting. Truth be told, he could use all the pointers he could get, so he didn't even really have to think. "Sounds great, actually," he said, a hint of a smile now on his face. "It'd be awesome not to have to turn tail and run whenever I piss off a youma."
Ash looked around for a good spot where they could maybe spar without catching any attention, then pointed at a little path of land that was hidden away by an odd arrangement of trees. A park, maybe? Or someone's personal patch. Either way it looked empty. "Over there, then, so no one calls the cops on two oddly-dressed dudes duking it out on the street?"
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 1:11 pm
Finally, Sarras cracked a smile, but it wasn't a bitter one nor was it mocking towards his fellow page. He had some fairly rotten run ins with youma himself, and while thinking of them as animals that held corruption and darkness in them helped when it came to facing them, he held no rifle when he was in this form, so he knew he'd have to take a different approach. If that meant sparring with the other page, then that'd be a good place to start.
"That's the spirit. I had my share of runnin' too, so don't worry." Sarras may have appeared a little too enthusiastic about their upcoming duel, as the was he cracked his knuckles made it clear that he would be taking the sparring session very, very seriously. He did take in Ashur's suggestion and he made his way towards the soon to be sparring grounds, taking note of the surrounding rather liking how secluded it appeared. Might have been a good hideout in the future, assuming that weren't already intruding on someone else's territory. Did they have those in this war? He figured Ashur wouldn't be the one to ask... "If anyone gives you trouble for your attire, call me and I'll give them a black eye. Free of charge. That also goes for the Negaverse and their youma."
They may have started off rough, but Sarras was willing to overlook that. After all, this war probably had little room for arguing with one another and comradeship may not have been desired, but it was necessary if they ever planned on finding their balance in this messed up war. And that meant looking out for one another, even if they made a snarky quip about their appearance. "Alright, let's go. Don't hold anything back, either. You ready?" He held his fists up and spread his legs apart, as he stood at the ready. "Come at me!"
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 9:01 pm
The other Page's admission helped to buoy Ashur's spirits on the youma issue, and he followed him to the spot that he'd pointed out without saying much. It was an oddly convenient spot, he noted with a curious raise of his brow, but one for which he was grateful to have spotted. Whatever help he got, wherever he got it, would go a long way to being even remotely useful in this war. Considering he still didn't even know how he could contribute as someone who had zero fighting experience and barely any experience at all as a knight, helping his fellow knights in finding balance in this universe was definitely not something he could handle as he currently was.
"I'll hold you to that," he said while flashing a smile and getting into a fighting stance as well once they got to the "sparring grounds," fists raised and legs only slightly parted. He watched Sarras and tried to focus, and then, when he was given the green light, gave a nod and lunged toward him, swinging his fist toward the other man's face.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 6:04 pm
Fighting wasn't something that came naturally to Sarras, nor was it something he was trained in. Of course he had gotten into several fights at school when his brother's attempts at diplomacy failed, but he never really learned how to properly fight, though one might not have been able to tell with the way he held himself. Bluffing an opponent was just something one learned at an early age in their family, and for Sarras, his muscles and gruff attitude were more or less meant to ward off would-be attackers than actually engage in combat. That outward appearance, tied with the Beretta he carried with him in his briefcase, had worked great in keeping would be muggers and hooligans off his case for a good long time.
However, the war against the Negaverse and the Dark Mirror Court did not allow for a knight to get by with his appearance alone, and given their attires, Sarras figured that the two of them had a lot to make up for. While their opponent was openly mocking their chosen attire, they could go for a solid punch right to the face, which seemed like the kind of strategy that his sparring buddy was going for. The blow almost connected to his jaw, as Sarras just barely stepped back. It was a good try, and Sarras tried to follow it up with a blow of his own, aiming for Ashur's gut instead in hopes of throwing him off. Maybe it would haven't been a smart move to move in so close after just barely dodging a punch to the face, but Sarras didn't mind getting a little messed up in a brawl.
Bruises and scars were signs of manly, and a scar might finally help others differentiate him and his brother for once... "That's it! Faster, though! Pretend I'm mockin' you, Star Wars!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 11:59 pm
In all honesty, he wasn't expecting to make a hit considering his lack of fighting experience. To get so close got his adrenaline up, though, which helped him react to the other's quick follow-up. Well, sort of. He saw the other guy's fist going for his gut and he was able to at least brace himself for it, so he took a few steps back but managed to keep his balance.
"Don't gotta pretend, now do I, Puffy Pants," he returned with a smirk while he turned and aimed his next punch at the other guy's stomach to perhaps return the favor. Ash tried to move a bit faster this time, but being a bit winded from a punch in the stomach didn't exactly help him too much in that department.ChibiGingi Siiigh, this post.. <:T My apologies.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 9:04 am
Sarras was still new to the whole knight business and practices, and when he had 'agreed' to take up the mantel (more like given a choice, take the cup and the powers that came with it, or be killed by a hungry youma), he wasn't inheritedly aware of the increased strength and speed he now possessed. He liked to think that he was a pretty tough guy when he was just Daran Moreau, but the sight of Ashur stumbling backwards made him hesitate in his approach. He didn't mean to hit him that hard...
He was going to ask if he was alright, but when Ashur called him Puffy Pants, he found himself grinning. If he was well enough to sling a sarcastic insult at him, then he figured he was holding up just fine, and the time he took to check over the Uranus page gave his opponent enough time to get his own strike in, hitting Sarras right in the gut and forcing him back as well. He let out a curse, feeling a rock get lodged beneath his slipper and swearing that the fabric was torn from the movement, and he tried to grab for the hand that slammed into his gut, too late to stop the blow but hoping to prevent him from pulling away. Once he was close enough, he'd try to sweep the leg, assuming Ashur didn't try and push him over with a good shoulder to the abdomen. He fought plenty of times before, but this was still too new to him...
And this skin tight, flimsy outfit and its growing malfunctions certainly wasn't helping!
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 11:58 am
The feeling of actually making a hit on the other guy boosted his confidence some, and the fact that he managed to push Sarras back a bit also helped in that regard. His smirk widened into more of a satisfied smile when he heard him curse, too, though whether it was from the hit, his insult, or something entirely he wasn't sure. All this perhaps happened too quickly and got to his head even faster, but when he tried to pull back he didn't realize that the other knight had taken hold of his hand.
And a degree of panic began to set in when he tried to pull away.
The Page did his best to get away in the small time frame there was before he felt something knock his legs out from beneath him. In that instant he did what was maybe instinctual to anybody falling -- he tried to grab something. Anything. In this case, he tried to make a grab for Sarras shirt, right around where the knight had hit him in the gut, and hoped that he'd be able to take him down right along with him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 7:02 am
It was a double edged sword, grabbing Ashur and preventing him from pulling away, but he had made his bed and would have to sleep in it now. Ashur yanked and pulled, but Sarras was determined to keep him within arm's reach, digging his feet into the ground and trying to will himself to become an unmovable object. Perhaps if his shoes had any sort of grip, it would have worked out better for him, but still, it kept his opponent close and that was enough to get the leg sweep in.
However, there was little time to celebrate or boast his feet, as Ashur's fingers closed around his shirt and the momentum of the fall was enough to bring Sarras crashing downwards. Despite his elegant and frilly appearance, his fall was far from graceful and the only solace that Sarras had was that only Ashur would see his tumble, as he went chest first on the pavement beneath them, knocking the wind right out of him.
"Egh... nice counter..." Sarras managed to say after he regained some air back into his lungs, and despite the aching in his gut and torn shoe, he managed to flash the Uranus page a smile. "You gonna do that every time someone mocks you? Good strategy... I like it!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 7:55 am
His own fall wasn't exactly graceful, either; the sweep had him go down back first, and he landed with a very audible thud, immediately followed by an even louder groan and a visible grimace on the Page's face. Truthfully, there was very little comfort in knowing that, considering he felt a body fall just within arms' reach, he did manage to take the other knight with him. No, he was a bit sore and too winded to celebrate his tiny success.
That Sarras complimented him on the take-down, though, got a half smile from him. "Thanks on both counts," was his reply, though he couldn't get himself to sit up or even look over at his sparring buddy. "Next time you might wanna let somebody go before you do that leg thing, but aside from that you did a righteous job kickin' my a**." Ash glanced over and gave a smile of his own.
"Y'know, maybe we can reschedule the rest of this session? I kinda just wanna sit here and be sore for a while," the Page laughed lightly as he tried to sit up.
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