The summer nights in Destiny City were warm, but they were not much warmer than the nights at home in Brazil had been. It also didn't hurt that the senshi's fuku was light and minimal, leaving plenty of bare tanned skin to breath now that the sun had gone down for the day. The heat of the day slowly dissipating from the pavement into the dark sky.
Juno was listless as she made her way through the streets, her arms crossed behind her head. Work had been long and exhausting today and she was ready to relax a little bit and let loose. It seemed like there was always construction going on downtown, which was good for her job-wise. But as a side effect she was becoming more familiar with this particular side of town. Maybe that was a good thing? She didn't really know, or care that much at the moment. Juno was bored and tired of looking at buildings and architecture today. She wanted something far more exciting to do.
Saint Sergio
Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 1:39 pm
Capella was on patrol for the first time since he'd awoken! ...The buff guy was super nervous about this because what the hell did he know about any of this? His semi-gloved hand pushed bangs out of his face and just shook his head. It was hot, he hated it, and he was completely covered in his outfit. In black. Why did it have to be black? All together the man looked completely unimpressed as he made his way through downtown. He loved downtown at night. The bars were busy, the people were ...no, they were still assholes, but some of them were drunk and not too bad.
Either way, he was just on patrol. He didn't know what to do, in all honesty. Look for bad guys? Who were the bad guys? The people in white?
"Definitely should have asked for more explanation."
He definitely should have asked for more of an explanation. Because Capella was about to have a very bad night. One that he could have used some preparation for. It seemed it wasn't just the side of Order that made the mistake of not filling in their new recruits.
She happened to be in the right place at the right time, his voice carrying through the otherwise quiet alleyway she was in.
They were so easy to pick out.. the Dark Mirrors. Those strange eyeball shapes, the sheer overlays. Every bit of it reminded her of strange memories that lurked in the darkest corners of her mind. Of a time, somewhere in some time outside of time, when she was a corrupted prisoner of a dark queen. The whole thing made her shoulders shudder as she stalked out of the alleyway, one first pounding into her other hand.
"I explain." Her voice was thick with an accent, speaking of her heritage long before her appearance would give it away. From the annoyed look on her face however it was hard to believe she intended to 'explain' anything.
Saint Sergio
Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 4:12 pm
His head whipped around once he heard a voice that was thick with an accent he couldn't place. The bluenette blinked those big brown eyes and then gave a nervous look at the expression on her face. Oh dear. What did Capella get himself into?
He cleared this throat thickly and slowly started to back away, holding up his hands. "H-hey! Uh. Hi. I'm uuuh.. I'm Sailor Capella?"
Would talking do any good at all? She looked absolutely ready to murder him or ready for some kind of physical skirmish or something like that. If only she wasn't so angry looking, she would be really, really cute. "Uhm. ...what's your name?"
"Sailor Juno." She responded to his question. Short and concise as she prowled closer. He seemed a little bigger and stouter than some of the enemies she'd run into, perhaps he'd actually make the fight fun because of that? Well.. more fun. Because this was going to be fun for the amazon regardless.
"I do not really care who you are. Just what you are." Her smile was wry, as she silently thought about how lucky she was to find such an inexperienced Dark Mirror victim. "I send message to your Queen. Your body, to Nehelenia and Zirconia." Obviously the amazonian was mistaken and didn't realize the mistake she was making, eyes blinded to the fact that the Dark Mirror in front of her had nothing to do with either the two she had named.
And without further ado, she bolted forward, she shoulder down. It looked as if she planned to ram him with her shoulder or something. She didn't, instead pivoting on one foot when she was in range, a shin and powerful kick aimed at his side.
Saint Sergio
Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 4:51 pm
Juno? Wasn't that a moon of one of the planets?
Why hadn't he paid more attention in school? He mentally cursed himself for even thinking about that. It was very distracting. Considering he was probably about to get his a** handed to him... Capella didn't hit women! It was simple as that.
Instead he just held his hands up a bit higher, protecting his face as he slowly back tracked. "Oh God," he whispered softly. Seemed the ones in white is who he had to worry bout. And then she looked ready to ram him and he braced himself. Instead he got hit with a shin on his ribs and the wind knocked out of him. This little lady packed a punch! Or a kick. She didn't hold back, is what he was getting at. He clutched his side as he staggered, gasping and then hissed out almost over dramatically.
"Oooowwwww..." That should have broken ribs, the force he was hit with. "C-can't we talk this over?!" He didn't' even know what he was, really!
His hands lifted to protect himself, and she wasn't particularly surprised. It made sense with her running at him, and she was oblivious to his personal inability to hit girls. If and when she found out it would probably only piss her off more, taking it as him thinking that girls, and her, were lesser than him and not worth fighting. He attempted blocking provided him little defense as she faked him out.
"Talking is for wusses." The Amazon taunted as he staggered, but he hadn't gotten nearly far enough away. With just a quick step she was still within arm (or rather leg's) length. Leaning backwards, until her hands pressed the ground as if moving into a handstand, her knees and legs came upwards with force.
Saint Sergio
Presumably she should be hitting him with her knees, feet, or both somewhere on his front half. Your choice of where it lands!
*pat pats poor Capella*
Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2015 6:09 pm
"s**t, s**t, s**t!" The kicks landed on his chest before he finally managed to get away from the hand standing senshi. Capella got far away this time. At least far enough to look at her and try to remember what was taught about his magic.
Come on, think!
"Take one!" He made a camera box with his fingers with her in the 'frame' and clicked his tongue to mimic a shutter clicking and just prayed that would distract her so he could run. There was no way she was going to let him go easily, but maybe he could get away enough to find a good hiding spot to at least surprise attack her.
Iris_virus
Take one!
Which he holds a fake camera in front of him using his fingers in the shape of a square. He clicks his tongue and takes a 'picture'. From there the target's movements are inverted for up to 25 seconds. This is used twice in battle on one enemy. This would confuse and disorientate them.
She had to give it to him for taking her hit and not being floored. No, he'd actually been able to recover and put a little distance between the two of them. Maybe he was tougher then his lack of attacking had let on to. Maybe the Brazilian could still tempt him into an actual fight instead of a simple blood bath.
A look of confusion touched her face as he made a weird shape with his hands. It had been ages since she'd witnessed magic, far more used to youma and Negaverse opponents. "Take what...?"
However as soon as she 'tried' to move she'd figure it out real quick. An attempt to prowl towards him sent her.. backwards? And as she moved to shift to the left her feet instead carried her right. What... what in the world was happening.
She tried to move again, this time running, as if that would be strong enough to send her where she wanted. But no dice. And Juno, not the brightest bulb in the room couldn't quite wrap her head around what exactly was going on.
A yell of confusion and anger escaped her as she tried, unsuccessfully to figure out why her cordination was so off, and just why her feet weren't doing what the was asking them to do.
Saint Sergio
Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 5:38 pm
With the senshi being confused as she was, Capella ran forward and aimed a series of punches and kicks at the green haired warrior. She was actually super fast, her punches hurt... He was going to feel several more bruises on him before the fight was through, he thought.
He was already wheezing a bit and honestly, everything about this wasn't sitting too well with him.
"We don't have to fight!" He said as he actually stopped his attacking and moved backwards away from her. "I don't want to fight you!"
His attempts to get his way out of the fight weren't going to work. She had been too riled up in her misinformation to listen to reason, even if he had known what she was talking about it. But more importantly, now that he was beating on her, and she couldn't even defend herself properly (her left arm lifting whenever she attempted to raise her right one to try and block a punch) her anger was only growing.
Unable to block his blows they landed with precision and power, causing her to hiss and huff with pain. She would surely have some bruises and deep aches in the morning.
If she stopped and took a few seconds to think about it she might have been able to figure out how to work around the attack. But even without already being confused Juno had never been a big thinker or strategizer. She was a creature of instinct and at this moment all her instincts were betraying her, leading her to feel perhaps one of the worst emotions she could imagine. Defenseless.
How dare he make her feel like that? How could she even let herself feel something so weak and disgusting? The rage built in her like a fire and the moment the power's effects faded and her arms began to move like they were supposed to she was lunging at him again. Pure and unadulterated malice in her eyes.
"I hope they can tell who you are from your uniform because you are not going to have face when I am done." It was a guttural growl as her right fist flew towards his face, shoulder and body following from the force she'd put behind it. It was pretty obvious the Amazonian wasn't bluffing or blustering, she was entirely intent on following through if she could just get her hands on him long enough to do it.
Saint Sergio
Running would be good! Especially to some building tops maybe. ;D
Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 5:25 pm
He could tell he was just pissing her off further and after a few more seconds, she actually swung at him again. She kept trying, kept getting confused and he eventually just skirted back a little once he realized that his magic was actually fading. He could feel it.
s**t, it wore off already?! He whined to himself as the punch landed square against his mouth. He tasted blood immediately, then the pain followed and he backed up and away, a mouth covering his hand.
He wasn't going to invoke her wrath more. He turned around and just darted off as quickly as he could, bouncing, rounding corners and going up and down alleyways in case she tried to follow him. No, he wasn't going to stick around and be used as a punching bag even further. Capella spat blood at one point during his run and then, once he thought he was safe, he looked around him and then just slowly powered down so his signature was even smaller so she couldn't track him.
Between the blind rage, the residual confusion, and his deft and smart attempts to lose her it didn't take too terribly long for the senshi of the canopy to fall behind as she attempted to pursue him. It also, probably, didn't help her speed at all that she was doing stupid angry s**t like knocking over trash cans as she rounded them or otherwise inflicting her rage on inanimate objects.
When he powered down and the aura she'd been trying to hunt disappeared completely she came to a stop, growling low in her throat. It was already a little difficult to hunt things simply via their aura, but with not even that to follow it was near impossible. She paced back and forth for a few long moments, her fists balled so tightly that her knuckles were as white as the gloves she wore.
And in the end there was nothing she could do. With a frusterated huff Juno turned, making her way back towards where she'd first run into the Dark Mirror senshi. Next time. Next time she'd made him pay.
The summer nights in Destiny City were warm, but they were not much warmer than the nights at home in Brazil had been. It also didn't hurt that the senshi's fuku was light and minimal, leaving plenty of bare tanned skin to breath now that the sun had gone down for the day. The heat of the day slowly dissipating from the pavement into the dark sky.
