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 Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 5:57 pm
Sailor Iphigenia stood and brushed the youma dust from her skirt. She felt a flicker of something strong on the periphery, and immediately straightened up. Two chaos signatures, another youma, and a senshi one. Her mentor had made it very clear that if she was ever outnumbered and alone, she should run. He had stressed that keeping herself safe was important. Remember your limits, he often chided.
It was not in her nature to run away.
The auras whizzed past her, but the senshi one seemed to move closer. Iphigenia thought she felt a chill run up her spine. She stood and she waited to see if the energy signature's owner would come here.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 7:47 pm
It was a very brief glimmer of energy, a swirling disk of light that trailed above before the energy so distinct in the primal chaos of being a youma simply ceased. No cry or scream. Just a fliying disk of light that had followed the energy above before it was snuffed out. The echo of boots on pavement draw near and the signature of order did until a taller man with white hair and a plethora of scars running across his arms came from the path, a disk of light twirling on his finger fore he set it neatly on his head. A tiara, nothing more. "You're very lucky they didn't stop to say hello." He said, a smile growing as he looked in the direction of the powers fleeing. His hands were blood covered, and the splatter across his fuku and boots spoke of a battle that had been unpleasant to say the least. "But then most of their rank tend to flee when they realize that I don't play around when it comes to a fight." Wiping his clearner hand on what part of his tunic was not blood marked he held out his hand. "Prince Castor, at your service."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 8:26 pm
The aura grew and grew and grew, until a tall white haired man stood in front of Iphigenia. She watched the disk of light reappear as a tiara in his hand, and then on his head. Huh, maybe someone could teach her that trick. The smile on his face might have been inviting but she understood instinctively that this man was trouble. The blood on his hand and uniform spoke to that.
Iphigenia narrowed her eyes. Lucky that they didn't come to find her? Perhaps. The implication of cowardice, real or imagined, made her clench her fists. Surely, if her mentor were here, he'd advise her to not get involved. Iphigenia raised her chin.
"And what if I don't require your services?"
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 10:22 pm
Castor pulled his hand back, the smile shifting to a more speculative frown. "Well I'd consider you rather foolish. The power of someone like me isn't a thing you in general want to spurn, though I can understand why." He looked himself over. "I'm not too impressive right now. One sec-" A glimmer, a glow and lo- There he stood, his energy magnified and his uniform replaced by armor and living moving wings, tiara gone, a crown of laurels sat on his brow as he grinned. "Anyway, As I said, Castor. of Hail if we've got to get technical. Do you really think you could take on two agents and a youma all by yourself?" He smirked. "Gutsy, which I can admire, but not the best. They don't pull the punches for a pretty face you know. In my case, having a pretty face just makes me want to help you out a tiny bit more." He paused, looking around. "...Were you really out here by yourself though?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 10:20 am
Iphigenia was getting tired of being dazzled by random transformations, glitter and glimmer notwithstanding. And yet, time and time again, she found herself exactly in that position. Dazzled. If she had less self-respect, her jaw might have dropped as the frumpy man transformed himself into...something. Something with wings and shining laurels. Probably shiny enough to match his ego. (And his handsome face, but she neither voiced nor acknowledged that thought.) The outfit she didn't recognize, but the aura she did. A pulse of power, light, heady, strong, that reminded of her Camelot. Different, in the way that knights were different from senshi, but close enough for her to draw a educated guess. This guy was no joke.
Ok, she was impressed. Slightly. Still, she held her face completely impassive. If she gawked at everything weird that happened around her, Iphigenia would never stop gawking. And gawking, in her opinion, was a waste of time. She cocked her hip, hand resting angrily on it. Iphigenia was a little tired of being babied.
"I would have figured something out."
Which was true. She would have, she knew that. She just didn't, at this point in time, know what it was. Yet. iStoleYurVamps my name is minsuil and i am the worst rp partner ever /shows up two months later
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