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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 4:17 pm
Theoretically speaking, yes, Eurydike had already learned his lesson about taking on people stronger than him the hard way - actually, he'd learned this at least twice over by now. He'd been trying valiantly to make patrol buddies, to get stronger, to do all those types of things and to watch his back.
Which would have been totally fine if he hadn't sworn he'd heard a scream or something, and he didn't exactly sense any blaring order auras close by, and like, what was he really supposed to do? Sit there and flip through his short contact life and hope someone picked up? Besides, at least it wasn't a general this time, far as he could tell.
Knowing on some level full well he was being a ******** moron and just hoping he was fast enough to run if s**t got tough, Eurydike went ahead and make a beeline for the chaos aura anyway.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 11:08 pm
Damn. Proustite ******** hated it when they screamed. "Shhhhhh," he pressed a finger to his lips, dark eyes gleaming at the woman who clutched her shopping bags to her chest. A purse dangled from her shoulder on a leather strap. "If you do that again I'll cut out your tongue. And then I'll feed it to Jackson." Perched on Proustite's shoulder there was a youma shaped like a vulture. Talons dug into the fabric of Proustite's blazer, glistening sharp and deadly in the glow of the nearby streetlamp. The animal's beak was rimmed in blue, as though someone had attacked it with a particularly hideous shade of lipstick. Jackson was not really the youma's name, and Proustite did not really intend to remove his victim's tongue, but that wasn't the point. He just needed her frightened enough to forfeit the purse. "Come on," he held out his hand, impatient now that there was an order energy signature tickling at his peripheries, "hand it over."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 7:38 am
Feet thundered through the alleys at a wicked pace. Keen ears twitched to the sound of the scream, locating it effortlessly. The Black Marauder stealthed his way through the shadows at an unbelievable pace, darting from fallen trash can to beneath a fence to around a dumpster until he caught sight of his foes.
And formidable they were: a garish man, a captain by his wager, and a youma perched on his shoulder menaced one of the innocents of Destiny City. She cried out, and tongue threats menaced her further. Here was the evil that so tainted this lovely city, and he fully intended to halt such sordid antics in a show of feline force.
"Yo, a*****e!" Faust yelled as he stepped out from the shadows. Puffed as he was, Faust imagined he looked terribly intimidating. You get the hell outta here or I'mma eat that damn bird of yours with both feet up yo' a**!" Faust snorted, then wriggled his backside to get into position for a launching strike.
But before Faust could start in on his strikes, he felt the keen and familiar aura of another basic senshi approaching from the opposite direction. A pincer attack? Perfect - the senshi could handle the youma, while he took down the captain. And afterward, maybe they could go for some sushi.
Perfect plan acquired.
Execution imminent.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 9:25 pm
It didn't take so long to get there. Being a senshi had the added perk of making him faster, not to mention he didn't really get as winded from all the smoking that he kept meaning to cut back on but never really accomplished. Eurydike, just before he got there, realized there was a p***k of another couple of auras and then -
"Yo a*****e!" He heard a voice yelling before he even got there, and had to hope that they were on his side as he finally hit the scene, his sandals skidding to an awkward stop on the pavement as he struck up some semblance of an action pose and glowered.
Okay. So there was a dude with a fuguly monster bird on his shoulder harassing a lady, and his reinforcement was - a cat. One of those damn alien cats he just kept running right into everywhere he went. (This was what, the fourth one so far? He was losing count.)
But, hey. At least they had lasers? That was a perk?
"You heard the fuzzball!" At least he assumed the voice had been the cat. "Back the ******** up dipshit! You're ********' done!" Not his best offensive a** line but whatever. None of this stopped him from sweeping in to try and punch the weirdo bird keeper.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 11:34 pm
As the sort of soldier who stole purses from defenseless women, Proustite was disinclined to acquiesce most opportunities for real battle. He heaved a great sigh when Faust and Eurydike announced themselves; hands hanging limp at his sides, knees bent, face to the sky. Like a retail associate asked to come in early for work. On his shoulder, Jackson's head swivelled on a feathery white neck to stare at Faust. Proustite glowered at the bag woman as though this was all her fault. She stood with her purse still clutched in her fingers, gaze flickering from Eurydike to Proustite to Faust. "Did that cat just talk?" she asked Proustite in a murmur. "Yes," he said. She struck him with her purse suddenly, emboldened by her rescuers. Proustite lifted his hands to shield his face. Jackson squawked in alarm, stretching his wings for balance. The woman grunted with the effort of her blows. Swearing, Proustite yanked the purse out of her clutches and chucked it to the ground. She screamed, hands flailing in the air, and ran to hide behind Eurydike. "b***h split my lip," he said, mostly to himself, wiping the blood from his chin. Proustite stooped to collect the purse. Pretended that he had not seen or heard either Faust or Eurydike, and fished around inside of it. " That's why." He pulled out a wallet that was stuffed so full of receipts it weighed about as much as a brick. "You know, you really don't need to keep all of these." He waved a receipt in the air-- trusting Jackson to alert him if anybody moved when they weren't supposed to. "As for you two," he pointed first at Faust, and then at Eurydike, "you can call me Charonite. a*****e. Dipshit? Honestly. Terribly rude. Terribly, terribly rude."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 8:00 am
Faust, puffed up to his fullest extent, watched the display with pride in his breast. Here was one of the denizens of Destiny City standing up to evil by punching it in the face with a purse. That was a presentation of Serious Manliness that Faust hadn't expected, and one that infinitely tied the cat to the civilian as bros.
He could respect that old lady. He could lay on her lap and purr and take pets like a normal cat from that lady.
"Imma call you dead in a second, ********!" Faust wasted no time in expecting retaliation, or in shouting battle orders to his backup - if this new senshi wanted to join the fray, then he better step up and show Faust what he's got without the guardian cat holding his hand. Hell, Faust didn't even dwell on the pejorative fuzzball tossed out in reference to him. All could be forgiven in the heat of battle, so long as Pinkie Pie there stepped up and served some boot-in-the-a** on a silver platter.
Which remained to be seen, as Faust now rocketed toward the captain with serious speed. His target was the youma, and Faust fast approached the launch point in order to flying tackle it off the man's shoulder. He knew he ran a risk of getting smacked in the face by that purse, but Faust had confidence that his feline swiftness would see him through.
Faust darted to the side and Matrix rebound kicked off the side of a trashcan, sending it into a rattling tilt while the cat launched toward the youma. Paws outstretched, claws extended, fangs bared, and he prepared himself to feel flesh and feathers beneath his sensitive kitty beans.
He was already thinking about how he was gonna get Thraen to brush the youma ash out of his fluff.frayedflower so sorry about the wait, lost all muse
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