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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:26 am
Megiddo should not have lacked for people to patrol with, and yet - she did. Gunn had a late function at work, and her advice was, you have the roster from boot camp. Call someone! So she went with that, and Penthesilea of War had a really intriguing sphere and from what she recalled, had done really well on all the training exercises - anyone who could rock that many pushups was someone Megiddo wanted to get to know!
So she did the reasonable person thing and picked up the phone.
Half an hour later, she was waiting out back of Wal-Mart for Sailor Penthesilea to arrive, tapping her fingers lightly on her pitcher. Megiddo hadn't yet gotten a proper chance to test the skull-cracking abilities of her new weapon, and she was looking forward to really breaking it in.
She sensed an order signature coming her way - Megiddo cast her eyes towards the roofline, anticipating the direction, waiting for the senshi of war to arrive. Hopefully, she thought, they would have similar feelings about the recreational value of killing dudes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:34 pm
Super Sailor Penthesilea was feeling pretty good about her new magic, and so she was all too happy to respond to the call from Megiddo to meet for a patrol. The redhead made her way to the meeting point as quickly as she could, using the rooftop route.
She remembered Megiddo - an organizer, along with Gunn, which meant this was likely someone she could trust to not be afraid of battle. She hoped this would be a patrol with battle at its end, and not something else.
She alighted on the roof of the Wal-Mart with a grin on her face. "Good evenin', gorgeous," because a little compliment with a pretty girl couldn't hurt. "Got any plans?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 12:28 am
Megiddo caught herself blushing, which, what? Penthesilea maybe thought she was physically attractive? Well, she could more than live with that, because sure, the other girl was no Gunn, but she had armor and scars and a rocking bod and looked like she could hold her own in a fight. So, like, Megiddo was totally here for this, especially when she considered, reluctantly, that Gunn was never, ever going to give her a chance and that was how the world worked and she would just live and hope... for the very far future. "You know," she said, grinning back. "A little this. A little that. Maybe wrap it up by smashing some unfortunate lieutenant's face in? Are you game, or am I going to have to go find another companion for the night's festivities? Because, you know, I doubt I'm likely to find another as pretty as you." Maybe they could kiss over a dead body. That seemed romantic, in a sort of twisted, awful way. But Megiddo was here for twisted and awful.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:33 pm
Penthesila's face lit up at the mention of smashing in faces. "Why, darlin', that's my absolute favorite way to spend and evenin'. In the company of a lovely lady and endin' as many of our enemies as we can." She was only occasionally flirtatious, but so far Megiddo was making it very easy to be - reciprocating and showing that she was willing to get her hands dirty.
Both important traits in a lady.
She walked to the edge of the roof, hands on her hips and eyes scanning the city skyline for a moment before she turned back to her companion. "Wa headed in any specific direction, or just wanderin' until we find some poor unlucky b*****d to kill?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:18 am
She was beautiful, thought Megiddo. Not as beautiful as Gunn, of course - no one would ever be as beautiful as Gunn - but she was fierce and she liked smashing faces and god, her hair looked like it was so soft, and it was so long, and maybe later Megiddo could braid it? She'd have to ask, if this went well. "I was thinking downtown?" she suggested, eyes drifting to Penthesilea's hands and her hips and the place where her hands met her hips rather than the skyline. When the other girl looked back at her, Megiddo looked quickly back up to her face - had she been caught admiring her? "Near all the nightclubs," she explained. "There's this whole bunch of lieutenants who like to prey on drunk girls. They think they're easy marks." Shitty rape metaphors, she thought. They made her sick. "Let's go there and ruin someone's night," she said, "Make sure he never, ever even thinks about touching another defenseless civilian. Because he'll be dead. Sound good?" It sounded really good to her, and she was itching to get going.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:01 pm
Penthesilea let a brief grin flash across her face when she saw how quickly Megiddo averted her eyes. A little admiration was always flattering, and if they spent the evening flirting while beating on their enemies, she'd consider it a success.
"That sounds ******** perfect," Penthesilea agreed. "Take out somea the worst trash, that way." The kind she liked to take out even as a civilian, who assumed that drunk meant easy and that no five-foot-four girl could flip them over her shoulder.
"Let's not waste too much more time then, cherie, we got cleanup work t'do." And with that, and with all the grace she possessed, Penthesilea leapt from the roof they were on and to the ground, already headed in the direction of downtown.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:40 pm
Cherie, thought Megiddo, with a little thrill. She leapt off behind Penthesilea, happy to follow the other girl's lead. (The view was nice.) Jogging towards downtown in silence made for a good warmup - always do cardio before a fight, she thought, and would being able to cross the entire city on foot in a few minutes ever get old? No, probably not. As they neared the target area, Megiddo focused in on her powered sense, looking for likely targets. A lieutenant would be an easy target, but between the two of them, she bet they could take out a captain! And - they were in luck. "Hey!" she called to the senshi ahead of her. "D'you sense that?" She pointed towards where she'd caught the signature. "Do you want to go check it out?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:07 pm
Penthesilea stopped as soon as Megiddo called out, turning to face her and flashing a smile. "Yeah, I feel it." The redhead acknowledged. The aura of a Negaverse captain was hard to miss, and it definitely improved her mood. Sure, taking out a Lieutenant sent a message, but a Captain? Someone the Negaverse thought worthy to promote, to hand authority to?
That was even better. A General would've been perfect, but she supposed she shouldn't aim too high, not when she and her partner for the evening would both be a stage below him or her.
"I absolutely want to check that out, cherie. I believe it's time t'ruin somebody's evenin'."
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 7:41 pm
"Glorious," said Megiddo, marveling at the senshi. How had she lucked out and made friends with this beautiful war goddess? Never mind, she'd worry about that later - for now, they had a target, someone to come down on like a brick wall. The captain was tall, with a ratlike face and dark, green hair that matched the accent stripes on his uniform, and the pair came up on him just as he laid an unconscious girl down on top of the day's garbage bags. Too late to keep him from draining her - but maybe, if she was lucky, she still had her starseed. If not, well, Megiddo was sure they could get it back once they killed the captain. "So, I've been trying to figure something out," she announced to the captain. "And maybe you can help me. Do you prey on drunk girls because they're easy marks? Or do you prey on drunk girls because you're a creep?" Penthesilea, she could only hope, was taking this time to line up an opening move. Megiddo swung her pitcher around her fingers by the handle. "Or maybe it's because they'll never touch you when they're sober?" she suggested.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 10:04 pm
Penthesilea had to resist the urge to growl out her rage when they found the captain and the poor girl laid on top of the trash. Instead, she clenched her fists and focused, flicking her eyes up and down him. She was tiny, he was tall - not a problem. Plus, this time she had a hot, bloodthirsty girl at her side - someone just as eager to end this fukcer's life as she was.
She'd happily take those odds.
So while Megiddo held his attention - and she seemed to be doing a pretty good job, because he looked pretty pissed - Penthesilea kept silent, slipping around the side so that she could launch herself at him while he sputtered in rage.
Sure, she was small, but she was strong, and she was coming with the bonus of Senshi strength.
"Pretty sure no girl'd touch this ******** drunk either," she said, and when he looked over at her, she launched, slamming into him hard and sending him stumbling backwards.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:59 pm
"Except maybe to slap him," replied Megiddo, following Penthesilea's momentum. The captain's stumble had sent him closer to the wall of the alley, and if they could box him in properly then this fight would be over quickly. She drew back with her pitcher, and with a quick, fluid movement, brought the heavy butt of it around towards the captain- -And he met it with a short, steel tonfa. <********," swore Megiddo, stepping back, her ears ringing. She should have counted on him having a weapon. She cupped the bottom of her pitcher in her other hand to quiet the ringing, and then ducked as the captain swung again, aiming her pitcher for his kneecap. It connected with a satisfying crunch, and he staggered backwards again, his leg going out from under him. As he regained his balance, it was obvious he couldn't put weight on the foot. "Keep it up!" Megiddo shouted to Penthesilea.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 10:33 pm
The loud clang of metal on metal startled Penthesilea enough that she turned to make sure Megiddo was okay. Once she was assured of that, particularly by the Squire slamming her pitcher into their target's knee, she returned her attention to the fight, slipping in to bring her leg around for a kick to his gut.
The Captain staggered and choked, and she grinned. It felt good to be working in tandem with someone with exactly the same goal as her - to know that they both aimed to kill, and to not have to worry that when the time came to strike the final blow, Megiddo would get in her way. Instead, she knew the Squire might well make that blow herself.
"We'll have 'im down quick," Pen laughed, swinging her leg again and this time aiming or the one he could still walk on, hoping to take him off his remaining foot.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:08 am
Penthesilea's kick hit hard, and the captain want to his knees, and then forward, onto his hands. Megiddo let out a whoop of excitement and she surged forward again, raising her pitcher. "Please, no-" said the captain, looking up towards her. "Oh, ******** you," she said, and brought it down hard on top of his head. The captain went down, his arms buckling. Megiddo kicked him in the side, turning him over onto his back, the look on her face indicating she thought of his body as nothing more than trash. She nudged his neck with her foot and looked to the other senshi, a determined smile on her face. "Do you want to do the honors?" she asked. It should have demonstrated just how much she liked Penthesilea, that she was willing to give her the moment of the kill.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:13 pm
Penthesilea was grinning from the moment he went down. It was no longer just a confident smirk, or anything of the sort, it was absolutely a mildly sadistic grin.
"I'd be absolutely honored, cherie," she said, walking over to the Captain and stomping as hard on his throat as she could. For a brief moment, she missed her metal heels, but she had enough weight to lean down and drive her sandal-toe into his trachea.
There was something intensely satisfying about killing someone with nothing but her shoes and her physical force.
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