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Ploutonion was constantly on edge when he was powered up. He had a few encounters with Chaos under his belt, and he had survived his terrible Awakening (thanks, entirely, to Aegir’s interference), but he was still nervous. The flicker of a Lieutenant made him stop walking, clutch his pomegranate closer, and start looking around. The idea of being ambushed again made his skin crawl, but if he was lucky, this would be like his encounter with Quartz - someone willing to talk, to give him more information.
He didn’t put much stock in the likelihood that he would be that lucky twice.
He didn’t put much stock in the likelihood that he would be that lucky twice.
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Wither was a little less cocky of late after the incident with the ice slinging senshi, he knew better than to taunt someone stronger or to fight someone who legitly wanted to kill him. He was now actually getting training from Beni, so he felt more confident, but was still going to act less stupid. Or try anyway.
He felt the other before he could see the other, but as soon as the other was insights he moved to be a bit more visible. This person wasn’t stronger and also wasn’t a senshi so he didn’t think he was going to immediately have his a** handed to him, but one never knew.
“It’s a little late to be gathering fruit don’t you think? How can one tell ripeness in the dark?”
He felt the other before he could see the other, but as soon as the other was insights he moved to be a bit more visible. This person wasn’t stronger and also wasn’t a senshi so he didn’t think he was going to immediately have his a** handed to him, but one never knew.
“It’s a little late to be gathering fruit don’t you think? How can one tell ripeness in the dark?”
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Ploutonion squeezed his pomegranate a little tighter, glad that it was more solid than the average fruit. He wasn’t exactly eager to be in a fight, but it looked like that was where this was headed - insofar as he was fairly certain someone snarking about his weapon probably wasn’t going to play nice.
“Thank you for your concern, but I think we both know that’s not what I’m doing. And don’t you have havoc to cause, or something? Innocent people to suck the life out of, new Pages to murder?” He juggled his pomegranate between his hands, considering.
“Though I suppose I probably shouldn’t let you do that.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I think we both know that’s not what I’m doing. And don’t you have havoc to cause, or something? Innocent people to suck the life out of, new Pages to murder?” He juggled his pomegranate between his hands, considering.
“Though I suppose I probably shouldn’t let you do that.”
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Witherite looked at the other and raised his eyebrow, “yes, well I've done my draining for the night, thanks all just the same. I doubt its really doing much aside from making them a little tired. Its not like I’m killing them … but as far as new pages are concerned you feel and look like you might be kind of new.”
He summoned his wrench, “If you think I should be I should be murdering pages or whatever, you seem like a good place to start.”
Wither didn’t particularly want to actually attempt murder, but since the other seemed to think he was fit to stop him, he figured he it would be best to put him in his place. He’d also kind of just threatened the other so he bet he was in for a fight no matter what. Might as well enjoy it!
He summoned his wrench, “If you think I should be I should be murdering pages or whatever, you seem like a good place to start.”
Wither didn’t particularly want to actually attempt murder, but since the other seemed to think he was fit to stop him, he figured he it would be best to put him in his place. He’d also kind of just threatened the other so he bet he was in for a fight no matter what. Might as well enjoy it!
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Ploutonion gave the stranger a broad smile. “Not as new as you might guess,” he said, though a month wasn’t that long in the scheme of things. It had just been a...very packed month. Not that this Lieutenant was aware of any of that, nor did Plouton intend to make him aware.
“Oh, a wrench, I’m shaking. Can you even get close enough to use that?” He asked. If it was real, well, he might be in trouble, so he rather hoped it wasn’t. Oh well, he’d already dug himself into a fight, he was just going to have to risk it.
So he caught his pomegranate, and threw it, as hard as he could. Holding onto it did him no good, might as well weaponize it and get his hands free.
“Oh, a wrench, I’m shaking. Can you even get close enough to use that?” He asked. If it was real, well, he might be in trouble, so he rather hoped it wasn’t. Oh well, he’d already dug himself into a fight, he was just going to have to risk it.
So he caught his pomegranate, and threw it, as hard as he could. Holding onto it did him no good, might as well weaponize it and get his hands free.
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Wither shrugged when the other started about not being new, didn't really matter one way or another, at least the other wasn’t a level up. He felt pretty on par with Wither and so as far as he was concerned, they were even. He was fairly new himself, just a few months in the negaverse, but the other certainly didn’t need to know that, in the least.
Wither’s expression darkened when the other decided to taunt about his weapon. It was far better than a piece of fruit thats for sure. He gripped it more tightly, fully prepared to fling it at the other, but instead found the fruit flung at him. He quickly dodged to the left and charged at the other his weapon tightly gripped.
“That was stupid,” he growled bringing his wrenched hand back and swinging at the other. The thing was plastic, but he figured, wrench plus fist would do a decent bit of damage.
Wither’s expression darkened when the other decided to taunt about his weapon. It was far better than a piece of fruit thats for sure. He gripped it more tightly, fully prepared to fling it at the other, but instead found the fruit flung at him. He quickly dodged to the left and charged at the other his weapon tightly gripped.
“That was stupid,” he growled bringing his wrenched hand back and swinging at the other. The thing was plastic, but he figured, wrench plus fist would do a decent bit of damage.
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Alright, so his little fruit projectile hadn’t worked so well - but that was workable, he hadn’t expected it to. He reached out to intercept the fist coming for his face, grabbing at the Lieutenant’s wrist with the intent of twisting it or using the other man’s momentum to throw him. He was starting to think that maybe he should take up some kind of martial art if he was going to keep doing this, really.
But then, he wasn’t entirely sure that he was, because he really did not want to keep fighting what was ultimately a losing battle. Not that there was much room to philosophize while he was trying to fight for what could very rapidly, if this Lieutenant decided starseed pulling was his game, his life.
But then, he wasn’t entirely sure that he was, because he really did not want to keep fighting what was ultimately a losing battle. Not that there was much room to philosophize while he was trying to fight for what could very rapidly, if this Lieutenant decided starseed pulling was his game, his life.
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Witherite wasn’t expecting the other to try to catch his fist, so it was undeniably weird when it happened. The got hold of his wrist, but it only made him change tactics swinging immediately with his other fist to try to punch the other in the gut. He was practically growled at being grabbed and it only served to fuel his anger. He just had to try not to let it make him stupid.
It was bad enough that with his wrist in the other’s hand and attempting another punch he wasn’t terribly balanced and didn’t have time to rectify that, best to not get stupid as well. “You have a very odd way of fighting, but no matter, I still intend to murder you.”
Of course he didn’t he intended to get the other down, rough him up a bit and leave graciously. He just hoped it worked out like that.
It was bad enough that with his wrist in the other’s hand and attempting another punch he wasn’t terribly balanced and didn’t have time to rectify that, best to not get stupid as well. “You have a very odd way of fighting, but no matter, I still intend to murder you.”
Of course he didn’t he intended to get the other down, rough him up a bit and leave graciously. He just hoped it worked out like that.
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Plouton was not quick enough, this time, to stop the fist to the gut, and he grunted, jerking the Lieutenant’s arm before he let go. At least so far he had the Lieutenant off guard and off balance, and he wanted to take advantage of that. He got a little distance between them, and then swung his leg around, with the intent of slamming it as hard into the Lieutenant’s side as he could.
“One of you already tried, I’m afraid, and you’ll fail just as badly as he did.” It came out sounding blithe, unconcerned, but the thought of having another officer try to go for his starseed terrified him.
“One of you already tried, I’m afraid, and you’ll fail just as badly as he did.” It came out sounding blithe, unconcerned, but the thought of having another officer try to go for his starseed terrified him.
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Wither smirked as his fist connect even though he was jerked away stumbling slightly as he went. He made to straighten up turned to fully face the other once more only to get a leg to his side make his stumble further and gasp, as pain rode up his side. He growled and balled both of his fist up.
“You are going to pay for that. I trust you’ll find I will try much harder than that last idiot you crossed paths with.” He charged jumping at the other fully intending to knock him down and just wail on him. For all his threats of death he’d rather just drain the other till he passed out if he could. He felt like it was a sufficient and easily remembered warning.
He wasn’t yet aware that he could stick his hand in someones chest, as had been done with his awakening, so for the moment the other was safe from that.
“You are going to pay for that. I trust you’ll find I will try much harder than that last idiot you crossed paths with.” He charged jumping at the other fully intending to knock him down and just wail on him. For all his threats of death he’d rather just drain the other till he passed out if he could. He felt like it was a sufficient and easily remembered warning.
He wasn’t yet aware that he could stick his hand in someones chest, as had been done with his awakening, so for the moment the other was safe from that.
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”Cash, check, or - oof!” He’d been in the middle of a blithe, snarky response when the Lieutenant rammed into him, knocking him off his feet and sending him to the ground.
And that was when he started to undeniably panic, because being in a vulnerable position under someone who could absolutely murder him (Plouton had no idea what Witherite’s training did and did not encompass, after all, for all he knew”you can kill people with a touch” was standard Negaverse training on day one) was exactly the last place he wanted to be. So he brought his knee up between them as hard as he could, aiming for Witherite’s gut. If he could wind the man, maybe he could get out from under him and flee. That would be plenty.
And that was when he started to undeniably panic, because being in a vulnerable position under someone who could absolutely murder him (Plouton had no idea what Witherite’s training did and did not encompass, after all, for all he knew”you can kill people with a touch” was standard Negaverse training on day one) was exactly the last place he wanted to be. So he brought his knee up between them as hard as he could, aiming for Witherite’s gut. If he could wind the man, maybe he could get out from under him and flee. That would be plenty.
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Witherite successfully got the other down and was on him fist raised and aimed for really whatever part of the guy he was able to punch. His own eyes went a little wide when he found a knee and his gut and he growled further. He was going to be needing more of that bruise salve because he was certain a bruise would blossom. The knee while it distracted him, did little to dislodge or dissuade him.
He rode the pain out while making to punch the other repeatedly one first to an arm and another to his chest, then lather, rinse, repeat. “You really ought,” he growled, “not to suggest people kill you. Did you tell you mummy you loved her today because you’re not going to be seeing her anymore.”
He made to grab the other’s neck and his other hand going to grab a shoulder. All he had to do now was drain the other until he lost consciousness.
He rode the pain out while making to punch the other repeatedly one first to an arm and another to his chest, then lather, rinse, repeat. “You really ought,” he growled, “not to suggest people kill you. Did you tell you mummy you loved her today because you’re not going to be seeing her anymore.”
He made to grab the other’s neck and his other hand going to grab a shoulder. All he had to do now was drain the other until he lost consciousness.
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Ploutonion was fighting back as hard as he could, but he was, unfortunately, not a particularly physical person. It meant that his struggles were not doing much to dislodge the man on top of him, and every hit on his chest felt like he was going to die. <******** off,” he breathed, sharply, but he could feel himself getting more and more tired - the same thing he’d seen done to some poor civilian before he Awakened. His struggles got less and less strong, and eventually, the Page of Saturn simply fell unconscious, drained of more energy than his body could spare and keep him awake.
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Wither smirked as the other fell unconscious and he came away with a nice ball of energy. He looked to the other and shook his head pocketing the energy with the rest he had collected for the night. “I bet next time he won’t make stupid suggestions.”
He nudged the other with his foot, “you're lucky, anyone not me probably would have killed you.” He was indeed very lucky, mostly that Wither didn’t know about starseed snatching just yet. Once he learned another round with the page might end very differently.
He nudged the other with his foot, “you're lucky, anyone not me probably would have killed you.” He was indeed very lucky, mostly that Wither didn’t know about starseed snatching just yet. Once he learned another round with the page might end very differently.
