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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:42 pm
Generally speaking, Elsa was fairly comfortable with the Negaverse. A Captain's aura felt like another potential ally - he'd gotten on so far with the officers he'd met, even if it had only been brief encounters with everyone but Umber.
So when he felt a Captain's aura, he diverted himself to approach, casually making his way from one rooftop to the next. It was a warm night, for the middle of December, and he was happy to pursue a possible connection.
"Hey," he greeted, when he landed on the same rooftop as the Captain, and then, perfunctorily, "hope I'm not interrupting anything."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:49 pm
The aura of a DMC senshi was so very different from their own corrupts, and again, different from the White moon as well. So when the senshi landed on his perch, Leucite was not quick to respond. At least - not at first. It had been a bit of a rough week, his nerves were frayed as he'd been busting his hump trying to get himself moved out of his apartment and into his new house. Things were starting to reach a fever pitch with him, and no amount of prayer was quieting the darker thoughts in his mind. He was tired. His soul bore weight it did not know how to bear. Turning his head, he eyed the DMC senshi for a moment and he shook his head. "No, you haven't interrupted anything, at least not yet." There wasn't any good quarry tonight.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 5:32 pm
Elsa raised an eyebrow. It really did not feel like he wasn't interrupting, not when the man waited so long to answer, but oh well, he strode forward anyway, closing some of the distance between them, and extended a hand.
"Sailor Elsa," he introduced himself. And then he braced, just a little, because he was starting to expect stupid Frozen references, at this point. It wasn't that he disliked the movie, or anything, but it was getting really old.
Maybe he ought to just accept the inevitability of the terrible, terrible jokes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 5:39 pm
Leucite looked at the offered hand and took it, then looking at the other male, he said in a completely, serious and deadpan voice. "Captain Leucite. Well, that explains the get-up. So, since it's the right season, do you want to build a snowman?" No smile, no smirk, just a statement. "I mean, it doesn't have to be a snowman..." Leucite continued before letting go of the hand. "Though, I'm sure you've gotten really good at concealing and not feeling... But it's okay, I'm sure you'll learn to... Let it... go..." And now the laughter came, sudden and loud and raucous. A knee was slapped a few times and a foot stomped as Leucite tried - and failed, to get his composure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I shouldn't be so... cold." Leucite might have actually snickered a bit.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 5:57 pm
Elsa closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and inhaled very, very slowly, trying to shove down the urge to throw a punch in response to the blizzard of Disney references. Somehow, it was worse that Leucite was doing it completely deadpan - laughter was easy, but full on, flat out seriousness was somehow less so.
Like he wasn't supposed to notice that it was a joke.
He let the breath out just as slowly, and once he was sure he wasn't going to throw a punch or a spell, even i the face of actual raucous out loud laughter, he opened his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up, I'm a ******** Disney Princess," he said. There were worse characters to be named after, he reminded himself. Elsa had created an entire magical winter that blanketed a kingdom. And built a badass ice palace.
"I'm really not good at the whole conceal, don't feel thing, though," which came out sounding a little like a warning.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 6:12 pm
Leucite had to wipe away tears he was laughing so hard at the end. Shaking his head slowly, he raised his brow somewhat to the less than veiled threat. "Oh, is that so?" Leucite said with a small chuckle. "Well it wouldn't be very cool of you to fly off the handle and try to ice me." "I mean really, by now I think you'd be a pro at Letting it go." In Leucite's mind this was just really, really playful banter. It probably did not come out that way. "So, Queenie, where is your magical ice palace and Olaf? You seem to be missing yourself a proper dress as well."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 6:37 pm
Elsa wondered, briefly, if he was going to get some kind of cosmic reward for the level of patience he was displaying here. There wasn't really a Jewish equivalent of sainthood, but surely there was something for tolerating all of this s**t and even managing to force a smile.
"No ice palace, no magic talking snowman, sorry to disappoint. Just horrifying cannibal snow monsters, probably." Maybe that would be enough to dissuade him. Because really, the only reason Elsa was putting up with this was because he was sort of desperate to expand his contacts in the Negaverse.
"Are you done, yet? Because seriously, the Disney s**t gets really old, really fast." Yeah, his hold on his temper was definitely starting to fray.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 6:43 pm
"Not for me it doesn't, this is gold." Leucite said. To be fair, the whole cannibal ice monsters thing was interesting - but then again, Senshi and magic, right? Watching the DMC senshi with the - very unfortunate - name, Leucite weighed his options. "Look, it's not my fault you ended up with a shitty name. It's not my fault said shitty name makes you the butt of every ice pun ever. I think it's funny as all hell, and you really should just own it." "Be that Disney Princess that is trapped inside you... Let it go! Be one with the wind and sky! Don't let them ever see you cry!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 7:22 pm
Nope, that was about it. Elsa was too short to actually reach his face first go, but there was a dangling sash, and the Senshi took a few strides closer, grabbed that, and yanked down.
"Look." He said, and his tone was sharp. "I have so far been way more patient with your s**t than I would be otherwise, because I'm in good standing with the Negaverse and I'd like to keep it that way. But keep pushing, a*****e, and I'm gonna forget about that." They were much more of a level, now - if he had to, he would be able to put a hand on the man's face (about the only exposed skin on him, as far as Elsa could tell) and cast his magic. Maybe that would shut him up.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 7:25 pm
"Try me, princess," Leucite said with a smug, s**t-eating grin. "Go ahead, do your worst. Prove that your kind all just lash out with their magic in the end." Do it... Give him a reason. Give him a reason to hit you, to hurt you. That's all he needed. A REASON. A reason to break this little s**t in two.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 8:11 pm
Something angry and vicious crawled up Elsa's spine. Your kind. He'd heard that plenty of times - and not once referring to being a Senshi. And that kind of phrasing,t hat kind of othering, pretty much always meant violence was about to follow.
If Leucite was looking for a reason to fight, he was going to get it, because as far as Elsa was concerned, that was a threat. And he responded to threats exactly one way.
"I don't need magic to pound your smug ******** face in," he said, and then he swung his free hand around, aiming for the Captain's gut.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 8:18 pm
"Bring it then, ********." Leucite growled out, before the fist drove into his gut and caused him to grunt and lose a good amount of air in his lungs. Adrenaline started to kick in, and his training started to take over. Well, some of it. He was in a shitty mood so his only plan was to wreck this kid's face in. To that effect, he reared his head back and drove it full force forward against the other males in a hard headbutt. He didn't care how much he hurt - he was going to wreck this sorry sack of s**t. It was on.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 8:47 pm
Elsa had let go of the sash, and started to step back - too slowly to avoid the solid contact of head to head, and he was dazed for a moment, his next few steps away a little unsteady. The Senshi shook his head, hard, and then ran back forward, elbow angled out. He needed to take Leucite off his feet, get them on more even footing. He'd said he wouldn't use his magic, but right then?
He really wanted this smug son of a b***h to experience the cold, creeping terror of being hunted by a very hungry wendigo.
Let him take all his arrogance and ******** choke on it, as far as Elsa was concerned.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 8:59 pm
The incoming elbow he saw, but knew he wasn't going to be able to avoid with his head swimming like it was from the impact against the Senshi's skull. It had been less than perfect, he made a note to work on his form. Later. Later. Focus on the fight at hand. Focus. Don't give into the boiling rage that was welling up in him. Don't give into the need to see this man's blood all over the rooftops. Maintain. Conceal, don't feel. He actually chuckled as the elbow slammed into his side, having turned his body to dampen some of the impact. His right hand balled into a fist, and he started to send some rough, quick jabs at the senshi's head and shoulders. He wanted to play the strike game they could play the strike game.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 9:56 pm
Elsa knew he was taking a lot of blows to the head, he knew that, and he also knew he had to end this as quickly as possible. The little laugh was just more fuel for his anger, more fuel for the vicious desire to beat the s**t out of this stupid, smug son of a b***h.
He aimed another fist for the man's gut, and this time, brought a leg around to hopefully take him off his feet. All he needed was a shot. Five seconds of contact between his hand and Leucite's bare skin, and the man would be writhing on the ground in horror.
He hoped.
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