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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 3:12 pm
"Dern it."
The senshi watched with fading hope as the small tornado banged back and forth from one brick wall to the next as she stood watching from the mouth of the alleyway.
Her goal had been to hit the center, shoot it right down the dern center of the two worn out trash cans, but, like usual, the 'nado had a mind of its own. First it plowed into the right one, only to bounce off and smack the center of the left one, pinballin' itself around, causing way more of a noisy racket than she had hoped it would. Thankfully, the two buildings beside her were both abandoned, Duhr having chosen a rougher section of town for her practicing.
She had half-hoped Typhon would come back, so she could have a rematch and whoop that son-of-a-gun for good. Then again, she was half-relieved that she didn't have to deal with him - who knows if she really could beat him, this time?
The smackin' and whackin' of the trash cans began to give her the semblance of a headache before the twister decided it was through playing games and fade away altogether, leaving a pile of trash, dirt and dust in its wake, collected from the floor of the dirty alley.
Sigh. Shooting tornadoes wasn't nearly as easy as it was shooting a rifle. This...this was going to take a while to get a handle on.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:48 pm
It was loud - too loud. The sound of crashing trash cans reverberated in Aurostibite's ears as he crouched on top of the roof, staring down into the alleyway.
He'd picked up on the power signature a ways a way, filtering through the air, and had immediately gone towards it. It hadn't taken much time to find the source; it wasn't quite as strong as his own, and it was definitely Order sided, Aurostibite leaping nimbly from rooftop to rooftop until he reached it, hat pulled low over his eyes.
She hadn't seemed to notice him just yet, the miniature cyclone whirling back and forth, which was a relatively good indication of her abilities. Aurostibite could have just climbed down, but that would have taken too long. Instead, he blinked out of sight, and reappeared a second later a few meters behind her, the teleportation taking a fraction of his energy, but leaving enough for him to still defend himself.
"You're making a racket, you know."
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 11:17 pm
"You're making a racket, you know."
She nearly jumped out of her skin, the irritated senshi's frustration dissolving quickly alongside the chaotic tornado. "What th-"
Spinning around (which was difficult to manage in heels, thanks stranger) , wide blue eyes took in the shadowy figure who had appeared from seemingly out of thin air. She knew the 'nado had been noisy, but had it really been so noisy that she wouldn't have heard someone approach from behind?
Her mind raced with questions. Who are you? How did you manage that trick? What do you want? Why are you dressed so plum weird?
Despite being armed with her series of questions, the tall girl only managed to sputter, "W-What?"
So much for her interrogation.
Even without recognizing the stranger, she couldn't help but feel uneasy - this guy had the same bad vibe surrounding him as Typhon did, but without a sailor fuku on.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 10:12 am
She was not someone he'd run into before, from her face, to her poofy skirted dress, down to those heels. Aurostibite's gaze swept over the senshi, sharp eyes calculating, rather than interested, displaying only a cool indifference to her as a whole. Senshi were just that - senshi. He disliked them on principal, half because of what they had done to Mintaka, and half because they were simply wrong in their beliefs.
"I said..." Aurostibite began walking in a slow circle around her, and there was a glint of silver by his gloved hands. Two feathered daggers had slipped into his palms, and he wrapped his fingers around them, the metal catching glints of moonlight every now and then, flashing bright from his otherwise dark uniform.
"You're making a racket."
He stopped a few feet away from her and extended one arm, knife held sideways, a look of dark irritation in Aurostibite's eyes.
"Who are you?"
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