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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:47 pm
She knew it was bad, and that she probably shouldn't be doing it, but it was too good to resist. Starseeds were tasty, and now back in a place where dead were daily, she could try her luck at harvesting them.
For power, and for her own wants.
Hand deep in the chest of an older man, she frowned at his stench. Drunk after his work day- he probably had a wife and kids. Pyrite didn't care. He'd been drunk and stupid and now as she felt around and pulled at his starseed, he'd be dead.
"...It used to be harder than this." She muttered. Back then she'd been scarred to try, not it was easy.
Almost natural.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 10:16 pm
He had hoped this night would have been relatively uneventful, considering the night terrors that he swore crippled him and the recent encounters with various interesting characters. Sarras, Squire of Cosmos, could not forget the corpses in the warehouse, the words of the one responsible for such a thing and then his encounter with him weeks later. He could also not forget his new alliance with him, even if it was for selfish reasons of his own.
Truth be told, he didn't hate the Negaverse. Obviously not, if the visions of him willingly joining their side, even for personal revenge, were a product of his subconscious. There was only one person he hated in the Negaverse, and that general, and those like him, were his enemy, he told himself. He wanted to believe in the Code, that some of them could be saved, but after what he had witnessed, all of that death and destruction in their wake, even if it was a horrific nightmare...
He couldn't just follow the Code blindly. Maybe some could be saved. he witnessed it, did he not? But not all of them could be saved, and it was just his luck that he spotted one of them, as he felt the familiar sensation of ice touch his senses, alerting him to a nearby Chaos agent. It was too weak to belong to the one he desired, but when he found her, hand already plunged deep into the man's chest, that didn't make him willing to turn away.
'Well, might as well make good on my promise to Castor,' he told himself, and without a word of warning, Sarras rushed at her. He knew she could sense him and she likely heard his rapid footsteps as he closed in, but he was more worried about getting her away from the older man than causing physical harm. Yet.
"Back off!"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 9:21 pm
She hadn't been expecting the rush, and when hit, she cried out, summoning her pendulum and swinging out at her assailant. "********-" She'd let go of the starseed in shock, and the man would gather himself and flee soon. ******** hell, she'd been so close too. "You son of a b***h!" She screeched at him, brown curls bouncing in front of her face as the knight stood before her. It was sickening, they should have been on the same side, yet here was one of them, fighting for god only knew what. In an ugly a** outfit to boot. At least she looked fabulous. "Alright boy, you want me to back off? You better replace that starseed then!" She dashed forward, aiming to break his skull with the brass weapon.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 11:39 am
The worst thing that could have possibly happened was that this Negaverse lieutenant was a punk, and the minute he intervened, she would scream or cry and attempt to run away, or worse, beg for mercy. But this lieutenant definitely had a backbone, as her retaliation to his strike, she not only flung a verbal insult at him, but swung her weapon, clocking him right in the cheek and forcing him back.
It wasn't enough to render him unconscious, but it was certainly enough to cause little white specks to dance around the corner of his eyes, and she succeeded in forcing some distance between them. His pain was worth it, though, as the civilian had managed to flee from the fight, and now that left him with his the lieutenant to worry about. He didn't even bother to summon his own weapon... what use was a clay cup verses a brass pendulum anyway?
It wasn't so much her threat that made him seethe, but the fact that she had the nerve to call him 'boy'. THAT lit a fire in him, and any thought of taking it easy on her was gone from his mind. She charged at him with the intent to kill, and he would do the same, curling his fists and rushing at her at full speed. If he was quick enough, he could slam a shoulder into her and tackle her down, he told himself, and he gave a shout as he lunged forward. "How about your starseed? Will THAT do?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 9:21 pm
All men were boys. Weak, helpless boys who would do the world better by simply stop being so pathetic. And attractive. Pyrite loved her some hotcakes, but she did draw a line and that was with senshi. And knights. Pricks. Cute, but massive assholes. It felt good to hit him. "You made me lose my meal." She licked her lips, wondering how a knight's starseed would taste. She hoped it would be spicy. She liked it when they came with a kick. She didn't expect the slam, and it sent her flying. For all her moxxie, she was still petite and lacking in muscle. A vicious cry of pain and fury, she reached up, attempting to claw his eyes out. He damn well better have a starseed worth eating for all this trouble.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:58 am
Back in Texas, Sarras was raised to respect women, to treat them with kindness and to be a gentlemen. But back in Texas, Sarras also had a surprisingly good grip of equality, and if it came to either saving his own skin or that of another's, he had no qualms in striking a lady down.
Especially if said lady was thinking of making a meal out of that man's starseed!
In his brief tenure as knight, starseeds were still a strange concept to him. He had heard of it being mentioned in passing but had not seen one before, and though he was curious, her victim had long since fled and he was certain that he didn't wish to see his own starseed. So he fought.
As did she. When he had pinned her down, she went for a rather cheap, but effective tactic, and he tried to pull his face away, feeling her nails dig in and claw at his face. He cared nothing for looks- with any luck, she'd scar him forever and people would finally stop confusing him with his brother. But it hurt!
"Your meal? Are you ********' crazy or something?!" Sarras growled, blood bubbling up from her efforts, and he could take no more. He curled his fist and retaliated to her scratching with his fists, diverting his gaze away and practically swinging blindly. He couldn't risk her clawing out his eyes! He needed those.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:16 pm
"Try on a mission you pervert!" Because pervert, was an accurate accusation when men ran around saving other men from women. In Pyrite's mind, he touched her. That made him a pervert. The fist got her in the head, kocking it into cement. white spots danced in her vision, and she pushed him off of her. One starseed wasn't worth this much effort. "Pig! Why can't your kind just get out and leave us to tend to our own?" She knew that guy was either running or calling the cops. It was time to scram- plus her head was throbbing. Turning tail, she did her best to flee, even with spots dancing in her vision. ChibiGingi bless fast battles bless ;u ;
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 11:08 am
It was insulting to be called a pervert, not only because it wasn't true, but because it was basically confusing him for his brother. And for Sarras, that alone was almost unforgivable in itself. The attempt on the civilian's life, the threat to his starseed and the gashes on his face that could have easily needed stitches and would scar over time were nothing compared to the insinuation that he was anything like his brother.
That was why he didn't feel an ounce of remorse or sympathy when his blow connected. Had she not pushed him off of her, he wouldn't have stopped there, either. He would have swung and swung and swung some more, probably until she was a lifeless mess on the pavement. Whatever guilty he might have had in snapping that officer's neck months ago was gone. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was Castor. Either way, he wanted this one dead, and was now denied it, as she rushed off before he even had the chance to pull himself to his feet.
In retaliation to being called a pig, he shouted back with an insult of his own, though her feared it wasn't nearly as clever and nor would it probably stick, as she got too far away. "Rutting b***h... this is OUR turf now..."
Was it really? According to his nightmares, no, but that didn't mean he was simply going to leave it be. That was a future that he was determined would never be, and he gave up his pursuit on her, simply because his vision had become too clouded with blood for him to feel he could do much more good.
He, too, ended up turning tail, and though he was visibly wounded, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. If he kept things up, he would be ready to take down Buddingtonite in no time...
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