The rooftops were not Aurostibite's preferred method of patrolling. If anything, he liked his feet to be on the ground, liked to feel the solidity of the earth beneath the soles of his feet. Being up high wasn't exactly frowned upon, but for the most part he was simply more comfortable low, than high.
Which was why he was already irritated as he patrolled, boots clicking across the concrete top of a building that he thought was a warehouse of sorts (he hadn't payed enough attention to note what its actual function was). His hat was pulled low over his eyes, brim lowered, and Aurostibite eased out a breath.
He thought he faintly detected a power signature close by; a warning sign, seeing as how just down below was an unknown, unconscious civilian that he'd drained approximately ten minutes prior. Not killed - that would have been negligent - but he'd taken enough to make them lapse into a deep enough sleep that they wouldn't be waking for a long period of time.
Aurostibite stood on the edge of the roof, arms at his sides, and waited.
syrie
Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 8:24 pm
As much as Aurostibite preferred being grounded, Aegir preferred being up high. Although the "higher ground" gave a tactical advantage in nearly any confrontation, if someone had ever paused to ask why the Senshi of Silence enjoyed taking it the answer would have likely been disappointing.
He just liked the view.
And it put him that much nearer space, which he'd yearned to be near long before he'd discovered Derpraline and been 'awakened' as Aegir. So when the curly-haired Super Senshi was patrolling, he often took to rooftops, high tree limbs, signage and anything else that might provide not only a better vantage point but also a good spring-board for action.
Atop one of the currently emptied industrial buildings, Aegir paused in his patrol to zero in on a chaotic energy signature. It had been faint when he'd started but grew stronger with his course correction; angling towards the now static 'aura', Aegir pressed forward in leaps, bounds, and a rapid running gait that held over traits from his career as a dancer.
Trouble or just some poor misguided fool wandering about? Best hope you're not causing trouble, agent...bad things happen when troublemakers cross my path. With cap and costume mostly dark, Aurostibite was nothing but a faintly shimmering dark spot on a rooftop right up until Aegir was a single building away. The senshi stopped near the edge of his building and took in the dark-haired Negaverser, noting he peacock feather and even the medals pinned to his suit. Too strong to be a lieutenant...a captain, then. He stands as open and calm as I did against Schörl...
"Nice hat. What business have you, Captain? War or peace?"
He could feel the aura of the senshi pressing closer, ebbing more and more into his senses until it was close enough that he could distinguish the alliance. White Moon, which was both fortunate and unfortunate. Fortunate because it gave him something to do, and unfortunate because his grudge against the White Moon was still strong, growing every day.
The senshi was unfamiliar. Aurostibite turned to look at him after a moment's quiet, dark hair rippling down across his back. Most of his uniform allowed him to blend nicely into the shadows, but the colored streaks in his hair, as well as the peacock feather in his hat were the only two bright things that stood starkly out against the blacks and the blues.
He flicked his gaze almost dismissively over the senshi, face half shrouded in shadow from the brim of his hat.
A glint of silver in the darkness; two silver daggers appeared in Aurostibite's hands, twin blades raised as he took a defensive position, each movement slow, calculated, lacking recklessness. A single step was forward, his head tilting downwards.
"War," he said simply, and lunged.
syrie
Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 9:13 pm
Aegir watched the other man's body language, reading the readiness for a fight, the slight tension in the shoulders and the way he seemed to not care as to the face and form of his opponent. What was it about the Negaverse that made such short work of humanity? Aurostibite summoned his weapon, silvery daggers that seemed to hold the low light, to glow as it with malevolent life and stepped forward deliberately.
Aegir had his answer before the man spoke, so he was ready for the attack if not the almost flat manner with which the Captain engaged him. Go figure, yet another stifled puppet seeking blood... "War you shall have, then." Dodging those blades was not going to be an easy task, he'd have to be careful. Wary.
The blond spun away, leaping back into a series of handsprings to put distance between them again to give himself enough space to dart in at an angle for a series of short, sharp blows aimed at Aurostibite's torso.
He was a cautious man in general, but when it came to the White Moon, he was already biased against them. They'd taken away part of Mintaka's happiness, after all; they'd devastated her, tried to take each other away from the life they had built, and for that he could not forgive them.
He could, however, try and take away what they had taken from him.
The handsprings startled him; Aurostibite hadn't expected such an...agile target, his knives missing, one of them grazing, but never hitting, and a snarl of irritation escaped him. He flipped the blades, but one of the senshi's blows caught him the chest, making him stagger, a gasp of breath escaping him.
There was a his through his clenched teeth.
"What do they call you?" Aurostibite said, lunging again, and this time he didn't use the blades, but instead swung out with a closed fist, trying to punch him somewhere in the stomach or torso. "You're a strange one, if only by appearance."
syrie
Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 9:39 pm
Had he time to spend doing anything but paying attention to his enemy, Aegir would likely have been quite pleased to know he'd caused surprise, but he did not. Aurostibite was no ineffectual babe - he seemed to know what he was doing. His blades kissed fabric and flesh, leaving light slices that stung and seeped despite the blond's efforts to dodge, twist, and weave his way in and out.
The Captain's hiss was a satisfying sound, as was the request for his name. "Aegir. I'm called Aegir." Self satisfaction was dangerous, it made him cocky and could lead to worse. Being careless or even slightly off his game with an opponent like Aurostibite meant that the senshi of silence took a glancing body shot that sent him spinning to the side so he could press a gloved hand against his ribs.
"Been told that," He wheezed slightly, "A time or two. An' who're you?" Aegir pressed forward, taking the moment Aurostibite might answer to press an attack. He lept towards the Captain, kicking at the dark haired man in the hopes of a solid connect or just to put space between them again.
Aurostibite was not nearly as well trained as some of the other generals that he looked up to, especially considering that he wasn't a general - but he could still hear Zinkenite's voice in his head, reminding him of all the great things he could accomplish if he set his mind to it.
Aegir. He committed it to memory, for later, in case he needed it, Aurostibite swinging sideways in an effort to sidestep the next attack. The senshi's foot slammed into his upper leg, and he stumbled back, the attack thankfully not breaking anything, even if it certainly felt like it.
A snarl escaped.
"I'm Captain Aurostibite," he said flatly and twisted around, both daggers in his hands again, twisting down and aiming for Aegir's legs. "I don't take lightly to your kind, nor do I appreciate you interfering in anything involving the Negaverse."
Syrie
Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 11:06 pm
Aegir smiled at Aurostibite; he knew the damage one of his kicks could do, he knew the Captain would be feeling that blow in the morning...and that pleased him. Once upon a time he had been far more idealistic and would have felt guilty for such things...but he'd had that beaten out of him in the years since he'd picked up his henshin pen.
Even so, he respected his opponent and behaved accordingly; he would remember the captain's name and face and would tell his team about him so they'd know just how formidable he was with those goddamned blades.
The attack towards his legs wasn't appreciated at all, however - his legs were far, far too valuable - and he did his best to drop into a roll and escape the sweeping blades. "Low blow." One of Aurostibite's daggers found it's mark and sliced shallowly into his thigh as he moved past, foiled in part by motion and material. <********-- that's lucky. If he'd gotten me deep...I'd be in trouble.
"I'm not so fond of your kind myself." Righting himself, the curly-haired blond narrowed his eyes and summoned his magic, "Aegir Golden Mute!" A single wide band of golden, glowing senshi magic shot towards the Captain, aimed to wind around throat or arm - whichever he could catch.
+ Aegir Golden Mute -- Multi-enemy whip-like small-area attack; same as the first, a little bit stronger - between 45-60 seconds (If he really exerts himself it may be able to extend longer than that) for up to 3 different enemies. The "ropes" can also be used to bind an attacker (wrap them in silence) for a short amount of time.
[tl;dr - tied up and unable to make a sound if hit <3 1/3 ropes used]
This attack has (3) uses per battle - but he can split it up however he wishes: 1 person with 3 'ropes', 3 people with 1 'rope', etc. Can be extended under the same circumstances as the first incarnation.
This was clearly someone that worked with their legs, because that damned kick was going to bruise something fierce the next day. Aurostibite tried to stand tall, keep himself moving so that he wouldn't show any sort of weakness, but he could feel the pain blossoming up his thigh, spreading down to his knee.
A brow quirk, lips curving upwards in a small sneer. "Giving away your weak link isn't particularly intelligent," Aurostibite said, with a nod towards Aegir's legs. "But I suppose I could be nice ad go for that face of yours instead, perhaps, shut you up."
He thrust out a hand, trying to regain his balance - but something glowing and gold shot towards him, and suddenly he found himself wrapped within it, his hiss of surprising coming out as nothing but air. Aurostibite staggered, gloved fingers wrapped securely around the hilts of his blades so he wouldn't drop them.
He dropped to one knee, glaring up at the senshi, hair falling loosely about his face as he struggled to free himself.
syrie
Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 11:39 pm
Blood seeped down his thigh, staining the dark fabric of his leggings; the biting pain of half a dozen cuts nipping at his consciousness. That Aurostibite caught onto the fact that his legs were quite precious was only mildly distressing - what was worse was knowing that the raven-haired peacock-feathered Captain might tell his 'friends' about this. He really could not afford to have his legs hurt badly - though that was universal, wasn't it? No one wanted to break a leg!
"You can try, if you like." He wanted to silence the senshi of silence? Later, when he wasn't in a fight for his right to survive, he could have a laugh about that (it was funny). Aegir's magic bound Aurostibite's voice and body, taking the very breath from his lungs as the captain staggered with his blades held tight and secure.
"Such a face, Captain Aurostibite..." The blond took a moment to rip part of his sash up to bind the still bleeding thigh wound while he had a moment's respite. "It's funny, you saying you wanted to shut me up. I'm the Senshi of Silence." Could he have attacked the man while he was down on one knee? Of course he could have...but that wasn't really his MO. Aegir was a bit more honorable than that...at least, in a fair fight.
Besides, he needed a breather - his ribs still hurt from earlier. Peacock captain was a tough opponent!
He wasn't necessarily cruel, but Aurostibite did know when to take note of weaknesses in his opponents. And the fact that Aegir was as protective of his legs as he was had to be something that he could use against him for later, Aurostibite filing the information carefully into his mind.
His chest was tightening the longer he sat there, and he couldn't breathe, glaring up at the senshi as he bound his leg. blood dripping gently onto the concrete top of the building.
Senshi of Silence. Well it made sense, since Aurostibite could neither move, nor speak at present. He struggled against the confines of the magic, his face darkening as each second passed. Experimentally he opened his mouth and then shut it again, trying to formulate a word, a sentence, a thought, anything at all, except there was no voice in his throat.
He couldn't do much when it was difficult to even move, but he would wait out the effects and see what he could do after, Aurostibite's eyes narrowing, and when he could feel it ebbing, just a little, he did the only thing he could while bound and essentially gagged.
He swung a leg out and tried to knock Aegir off of his feet.
syrie
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 12:02 am
Watching Aurostibite was interesting, he'd never had such a nice occasion to watch the way his magic affected another person - usually he was too busy fighting - but he'd managed to hobble the captain very effectively. Interesting.
Puzzling this over meant he was not paying attention like he should have when his opponent kicked out at him. The super senshi found himself out of contact with the rooftop; he tried to twist so he fell onto his side with an 'oof!' Dirty pool!. He could feel his magic weakening, Aurostibite would be free and able to fight momentarily. Aegir tried rolling away so he could get back onto his feet as the glowing golden bands flickered and faded from the captain, leaving him free to fight once more.
He was both surprised and gratified that his kick had managed to get Aegir off of his feet, Aurostibite feeling a sense of accomplishment. The bands were loosening; he could feel the magic ebbing away, and he struggled hard, twisting his arms and trying to untangle them from the golden ropes that kept them pinned, until finally - finally -
As soon as they were gone, he staggered to his feet again, his bruised leg trembling, but Aurostibite had seized his daggers more tightly and was now stalking towards the senshi, a gleaming look of irritation in his eyes, etched into the lines of his face.
"I think it's time you muted yourself now," he said flatly, and lifted the daggers.
"Also, I'll be taking that starseed of yours, if you don't mind."
syrie
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 12:26 am
Aegir twisted like a cat to regain his footing, gritting his teeth as the wound on his thigh pulled and burned. If he'd thought that the dark haired captain had looked angry at his existence before, it was nothing to how Aurostibite looked upon him now.
"I mind--" A flash of movement and then pain, searing and bright across his chest in an arc as Aurostibite's feather-shaped daggers bit through material and flesh, skipping across ribs in the shape of the captain's motion. Aegir gasped and jerked backwards, his reaction keeping the wound from being near-fatal; at the same time he twisted, endorphins pushing aside the pain in favor of action.
With his back half turned to the captain, Aegir jumped and sent himself into a sort of kick-flip right at the other man's head, the whole of his strength behind it. If Aurostibite wanted to get serious, he would get serious. Serious enough to crack the other man's skull, if he was lucky!
The starseed would not only give him satisfaction as it was yanked unceremoniously from the senshi's chest; but Aurostibite could also put it towards the research that Umber was doing. The other Captain would be sure to put it to good use somehow, surely.
Aurostibite swept his daggers upwards and then down in a wide arc that hit their target almost exactly on motion, trying to bury them into his chest - but the key word was almost. Aegir had twisted at the last second, shifting back, and the daggers slipped and tore free of their original goal. Aurostibite gave a snarl of anger, already lurching forward to finish the job -
He hadn't expected the senshi to react in such a way. He'd gotten complacent, just as he had before, because apparently it was all he was ever good for. The heel of Aegir's foot connected with the side of Aurostibite's head, and his jaw snapped back, his entire body tumbling backwards as pain ricocheted hot and intense across his skull. It reverberated throughout his head, spots dancing in his eyes as blackness wavered at the corners.
His daggers dissipated. A thin line of blood trickled from Aurostibite's hairline, down the side of his face, blotting at the collar of his uniform. He raised his arm, pressing a gloved hand against his temple, and stumbled, trying to regain his balance, but that damned kick had caught him completely unaware.
And it hurt. Nausea rose in Aurostibite's throat as he wavered unsteadily, vision slipping in and out of focus, and for a few seconds, he seemed completely unable to move or speak at all. His mind worked furiously to catch up, piecing together his options.
He could stay. He could stay and keep fighting, take this senshi's starseed like he'd originally planned.
Or he could retreat, a tactical move based on the fact that he could already feel a bruise on his leg, and another, larger one on his head. If it had been just his thigh, Aurostibite would have stayed, but the injury to his head was nothing to make light of. He had to get back before he blacked out and something worse happened, and it wasn't his personal first choice of what he wanted to do, but...
He gritted his teeth, a hiss escaping.
"You're fortunate," said Aurostibite gratingly, still holding a hand against his head. He took a step back, and then another, steadily moving back towards the edge of the rooftop in steady paces. "I'll leave you alone this night, but next time you won't be so lucky."
There was a look of irritation on his face. Aurostibite stepped up onto the parapet.
"Next time, I won't miss."
And then he was gone, slipping down and away, off into the night.
