What had started out as a lovely afternoon of easy, boring patrolling had quickly turned into the gloomiest of days. The ones beautiful and blue sky had grown grey and angry, the echoing of its thunder rumbling through the multitude of clouds. It hadn't started raining - not yet - but Duhr, despite her enjoyment of rainy days, wasn't about to let all these frills and curls get soaked. She'd done that before, and managed to come out of it lookin' and feelin' like a drowned rat.
Nope, not again.
Turning the corner, she hustled her way down the sidewalk, still a few blocks away from her apartment complex. There was an alleyway up ahead that she'd started using to transform in, all the buildings around it bein' abandoned and whatnot, so as soon as she could make it there, the better.
Silent Spy
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 2:28 pm
For Corrupted Sailor Typhon, the best part of being a Senshi was the rooftop views. He could leap stories in a single bound, giving him access to the best views in the city for his midday drinks and smokes. His flask of vodka was already nearly finished from the night before, but he had just topped off the rest while burning his last cig in the pack when he felt another aura nearby. A Senshi, it seemed, wasn't far below.
He wasn't exactly planning to start a fight today, but it's not like he had anything better to do. It was still daylight out! What was he supposed to? Go to a job? Work? HA. Please.
Typhon leapt down into an alley, blocking the path, to spot a Senshi girl in a frilly dress. "Yo," he grinned, checking her out. He winked. "'Sup girl?"
Startled by the sudden appearance of another senshi, Duhr took a step backwards, recollecting her thoughts. This fella smelled of smoke and although he looked the part of a sailor scout, something....something just didn't feel right about him.
"Didn't your Ma teach yew to not run up 'n scare folks like that?" She finally huffed, now feeling a bit less startled by the stranger and a bit more concerned about getting out of the oncoming rain. Another rumble of thunder and the first drop of rain hit her on her arm. "Ah don't know who you are, mister, but rain's comin' and Ah reckon' yew don't wanna be in it either."
There. That was at least a semi-polite way to tell him to scram, right?
Silent Spy
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 7:05 pm
"I didn't mean to scare you," he lied, taking a step forward. That she didn't immediately attack him was a bit of a relief, given how ragey-ragey, stabby-stabby some of the other White Moon Senshi can be. "Am I making you nervous? That's cute. The name's Typhon, so now you know me."
"Besides, I don't mind the rain. Hell, I love a good storm," he shrugged. "Were you headed somewhere to hide out from the rain? Maybe I can join you." He cocked a brow suggestively. Or, you know, he can fast-forward to the action and get in a fight and drain some energy.
"Ah was just gonna go..." She stopped before she said the word home, the sickening feeling growing within her, something in the back of her slow little-mind telling her not to tell this senshi more than he needed to know. Which, in her opinion, was very little. "...somewhere with a roof."
His earlier comment finally registered and immediately annoyed her. Nervous? Her? No. Nobody made her nervous, not unless she let them make her nervous. And he wasn't allowed to make her nervous. Because she was a senshi and senshi didn't get nervous, right? Especially because of other senshi because other senshi should be totally cool with other senshi and therefore not nervous, right?
Wait. Now she was confused. And being made confused didn't make things any better, gawddamnit.
"Well yew can enjoy the rain by yourself - Ah'm leaving. By myself."
She made a move to stomp by him in a huff, but it was hard to stomp anywhere when there wasn't enough room to do any stompin' because the person in question you're stompin' about won't give you enough room to stomp past him.
"MOVE." She hissed through gritted teeth, then added a forced, "PLEASE."
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 7:31 pm
"You want me to move? Fine, I'll move." His sarcasm was laying thick on every word. "You don't need to be a little prissy b***h about it."
He took a step back as if to make some room, but then swiftly jerked himself forward, stopping short - he wasn't trying to attack her, just to scare her for his own amusement. He was laughing about it instantly.
She'd been called a b***h before - that didn't bother her. But prissy?
Prissy?
The straw had finally broken the figurative camel's back. Sailor Duhr had reached her fill of this particular a*****e. She didn't ask to look like a frilly cupcake, she didn't ask to be decked out in bows, curls and dainty white gloves. And she had been trying to be nice, on top of it all!
Taking a note from Pisce's lesson of how to handle a baddie (and this guy was surely a baddie, even if he was a sailor scout!), the blonde senshi stepped back, leaned down and unceremoniously removed one of her high heels. Rising up, she glared at the b*****d and hurled it at his head almost as hard as she could (because c'mon, he might be a d**k but he didn't need to bleed because of it....yet, at least.).
"AH'LL SHOW YOU PRISSY."
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 7:52 pm
Sailor Typhon didn't even try to dodge. It had happened all a bit too fast, and he was too distracted by himself, to notice the shoe that struck him right in the forehead.
"Ow, you damn c**t," he groaned, staggering back. He grabbed the shoe and tossed it back at her, not even aiming, still focused on his own injury. "That's it, no more nice guy." Because he was being so nice before.
He charged toward the Senshi and leapt into the air, one fist pulled back and ready to launch into her face as he attempted to slam down onto her.
The return attack didn't hit her until it literally hit her.
As his knuckles made contact with her cheek, she felt herself being shoved backwards by the sheer force of his bound. The blow sent her to the ground, her other shoe flying off as one of her bows made an audible rip as she landed on her dress. s**t.
So he wanted to scrap, did he?
She could taste blood by now, the metallic flavoring inciting an adrenaline rush within her. Her heart was pounding and her mind racing as she rose from the filthy concrete. He was still blocking her exit, but running away was the last thing on Sailor Duhr's mind now.
"Ya wanna go at it, boy?" Ripping one glove off and then the second, she tossed them to the side, forgotten. It was her turn to raise her fists towards him. "Ah'm game. Ah'll have you hog-tied up in no time, teach yew for bein' an a** at me."
One fist went sailing forward, while the other swung underneath, aimed at a very manly target. If he wanted to play rough, she'd show him rough!
Silent Spy
Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 7:14 am
"Tie me up? Sounds hot."
He knew he was being a d**k at this point, and his experience, that meant an attack to his crotch was imminent. He quickly placed a cupped hand to cover himself, but Duhr's first slammed into the back of his hand, which only then slammed into his nuts - absorbing some of the blow, but still hurting like a mother ********. He lunged over.
"Careful for the precious cargo," he struggled to create words as he felt himself leap inside of himself for protection. He half-heartedly swung a leg upwards to kick her in the groin in response, but his balance and aim was poor.
It was her turn to take a blow, his leg missing her groin and instead making impact with her thigh, which hurt a lot more than she thought it would. Wincing, a small groan escaped as she stumbled back, hands falling down to massage her aching leg.
"Well...ain't yew just...hot...to trot..."
Curls were everywhere, dirt and grime on her legs and a scowl on her face. Her hands moved up, fingers spread. If this boy wanted a good wrassle, she'd give him one.
With that, she pounced forward, prepared to tackle and send them both to the ground in a pile of hair and frills.
Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 3:32 pm
And they were on the floor, lost in a mess of hair. His own long hair was getting wrapped around his face, obstructing his vision as he struggled to fight and push his hair out of the way at the same time. It was getting frustrating, and he needed some space and distance.
"Typhon Cyclone Power-Up!" he shouted, summoning a small hurricane around his body as he tried to shove Sailor Duhr out of the eye of the storm, and into range of the heavy winds, hoping to create a barrier and distance - and potentially send her slamming against an alley wall as well.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Typhon Cyclone Power Up! How it Works. Typhon raises up his arms and gives this shout, summoning a small hurricane to formulate around his body. The hurricane is a strong windstorm spiraling around him. The strong force of the winds – at 100 mph, Category 2 hurricane strength – are able to knock back an opponent, tossing them a few feet away. It acts as a buffer around Typhon. This can cause havoc to his surroundings, as anything he is close to also would be impacted by the strong winds. In addition to the strong winds, when the power is first activate there is a surge of water that stretches out an additional three feet (total of nine foot radius). Anything in range would be soaked and while the initial splash may knock down foes, it otherwise does not deal direct damage to his opponent. Range. 6-foot radius around Typhon for winds; 9-foot radius for water. Duration. 20 seconds. Damage Summary. The damage from being blown back by the gusts of 100mph winds can do some harm and the water may knock down targets. Weaknesses. Just as his enemies cannot reach him, he cannot reach his targets, as they would be blown away before he can reach them. Furthermore, if an opponent avoids Typhon at all costs and stays completely out of the storm, they would be unaffected other than possibly being hit by objects in the surrounding being tossed around by the wind. Of course, Typhon has no way of aiming the direction of these objects. Frequency of Usage. Typhon may use this power once a battle.
Typhon's wish quickly came true, the lanky girl, who was still grabbing, tugging and swinging however she could, soon finding herself thrust backwards and slammed against the alley's hard, brick wall. Breath knocked from her lungs, she struggled to gasp for air as she shivered, soaked to the bone from the initial tidal wave and chilly winds that had forced her backwards.
Curls, frills, everything had absorbed water from the blow, the fabric now additionally heavy from the soaking. She coughed, still fighting to clear her throat as she scraped off the trash and debris that clung to her from the rough winds. It hurt to breathe - had she bruised a rib from the impact? She hoped that was the least of her problems.
Wincing as her legs summoned strength to stand, she gave him a very unlady-like finger gesture, unable to form words for the moment as she attempted to recover from the attack. Senshi weren't supposed to attack other senshi...were they?
silent spy
Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:43 pm
Super Sailor Typhon still struggled with his hair making a mess as he rose to his feet, finally gloriously flipping his long, luxurious locks back like he was mother ******** Fabio in a goddamn Pantene commercial.
At last, he could see clearly now that the hair and winds were gone, and he found the damn girl flicking him off, now several feet away across from the alley. He flicked her off back in response, accompanied with a jerk-off-and-spritz motion before charging towards her again to pin her back to the wall and get some more revenge.
Eyes widened as she watched him charge toward her like a bull seein' red. Instinct took over and her hands moved upwards, coming together to form a gun shape with her fingers.
There was barely any time to channel the funnel, much less aim and direct it properly. Winds began to stir around her as she sucked in a breath and bellowed, "Twisting Winds!"
As the words left her mouth, her hands pushed forward, sending the twister off as both an attempt to ward him off as well as protect her from his onslaught.
One arm moved to cradle her side - something was definitely hurt inside. It hurt to exhale, it hurt to move...as much as this jackass deserved a good whoopin', that whoopin' wasn't going to happen today.
Intently watching the tornado barrel towards her enemy, she looked for a window of opportunity to use for escape.
Attack #1 - Twisting Winds - creates a small (4-5ft tall) twister which spins in the direction Duhr aims. It picks up and carries with it small debris and objects in its path within a 4-5 foot radius. Any person or creature hit by Twisting Wind is knocked backwards. Lasts up to 2 minutes. Once begun, Duhr has no control over its direction. Think pinballs.
