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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 12:23 am
Prehnite was still seething from his loss at the Tea Shop. He'd had enough time to go home, lick his wounds, and fix his god damned jacket; before the nagging sensation to go, move, do something, anything! Drove him from his apartment and out into the cold night air. The recent re-connection with the Negaverse in DC, had reawakened his need to patrol. To begin properly feeding back into those dark channels. Draining energy, and finding star seeds to steal.
Not that he hadn't been doing it while abroad. However, in unfamiliar territory he'd been much more subtle, careful. Being mostly alone had driven home the painful point of needing to be quiet and infrequent with his actions. It had been hard knowing that familiar faces and backup weren't just around the corner; even if they could have been called.
Prehnite, was moving on instinct, a purple black shadow against the dark skyline. His inner thoughts distracting him, right up until a loud drunken crash made it's presence below known. He stopped, peering down on what he assumed was a man below. Catching glimpses of neon signs. Pink and red fluorescent advertisements about cheap drinks, and possibly cheap women. He hadn't even remembered coming out this far.
He wasn't about to be picky though. Even if the bar scene wasn't his scene, an easy target wasn't something he couldn't afford to turn his nose up at. Watching the man amble down further into the alleyway, before slipping down from the roof and into the shadows after him. Sleet Tempest Snape Feel free to hear crashy struggly noises, and discover things! Also tell me if you hate it, I'm happy to make changes -nods-
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 3:18 pm
Venice who had thrice been attacked by that which served, or worked, for the Negaverse was not a page who had problems with fighting the darkness. He wasn't stupid enough to fight what felt stronger than himself, he did care about his life and health, but dusting a youma or fighting someone on his level wouldn't be something he'd shy away from. The darkness needed to be stopped and the peace in this city restored, the safety. He didn't like thinking that his family, or anyone for that matter, lived in such a dangerous city. That was what brought him out and had him wandering the streets that night, despite his cold uniform that bared a good amount of skin.
Being new to the city, only having arrived in September, finding his way around the city was still a big issue as language was a big barrier for him which he was working on getting over. His cell phone was in hand, the gps app he had open, as he moved around the city navigating it's long city blocks and the smaller little side streets. He hadn't planned on going into the red light district of the city but that's where his feet, and the gps, wound up taking him. The signs might not be in a language he spoke but he could read the language fairly well. Not only that but such places seemed to look the same and give off the same air no matter where you were.
He'd been going to turn around and head back the way he'd come, this wasn't a place he wished to be, but something stopped him suddenly. A dark feeling off deeper into the district but not too far away. It didn't feel too strong...maybe his level? Maybe a bit stronger...he wasn't too sure really. But it didn't feel that bad, that dangerous. So he changed his mind and headed toward it to investigate and put a stop to whatever it was he felt.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 11:15 pm
Prehnite was a little too busy subduing the drunkard to notice much of his surroundings. He'd assumed the dark of the alley was enough to hide him and his prey. The stench of stale piss and old discarded alcohol; enough to deter the average passing citizen. He wasn't paying attention to possible approaching signatures...or anything else for that matter...not the scurrying rats or distant noise from the bar.
It wasn't so much that the man was stronger than him. No, it was the size of the man, and awkwardness of his movements that made it difficult to maneuver him. Difficult to pin him back against the brick wall, dodge the swinging bottle. Ignore the shattering of glass and splattering of liquid as Prehnite was forced to disarm the man.
"You'll pay for that.." Prehinte hissed, hand pressed firmly against the mans mouth to muffle his gurgled distress, slowly beginning to drain him of his energy. "Pay to the very last drop...until there's nothing left, but a husk." Prehnite grinned, trowel pointed at the mans throat threateningly; even though it was hardly more than an average garden tool. The man was probably too drunk to notice. Prehnite knew he was being overly dramatic, but he wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. The more of a struggle the man put up; the more he resented it.
Slowly though..the mans struggles began to lessen...Prehnite wasn't sure he wanted to stop this time. After all, there was a quota, and this man wasn't really the sort that he felt deserved his mercy.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 12:23 am
Too bad the other wasn't paying attention. While the smell did bother him, as well as the disgusting alleyway itself, Venice was not going to let some poor drunk get killed or in some way taken advantage of by someone from the Negaverse. So despite everything he headed down the alleyway, nose scrunched up the whole time. Watching the man try and defend himself he almost laughed but instead he took his weapon, a feather duster of sorts, and threw it at the head of the officer. "Over here!" His accent was thick but the words were correct, he hoped.
Watching as the item moved through the air, toward the officer, who was beginning to drain the person. That wasn't familiar to him, he'd had a hand inside his chest. But still this sight disturbed and bothered the knight of Ganymede. It brought him to action, beyond throwing his item, as he made his way toward the officer intent upon removing him from the civilian.
"You will stop." He stated while reaching out to grab the other and pull him away from the now drained civilian.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 9:31 am
Prehnite's response was automatic, not even bothering to look at the Page at first. Assuming it was someone messing where they shouldn't be, and that growling at them would suffice. "Screw of-ow!" The feather duster thunking against the side of his head broke his concentration. The hand on him, pulling him away from the limp, drained, yet still alive man..Broke his hold; and had him seething.
He wasn't done yet, he didn't want to be done, and to be interrupted by a feather duster, really? A feather duster wielding Page, of all things! No.
"Who's going to stop me, you? The maid of Pages!" Prehnite scoffed. The other mans accent threw him off just as much as the outfit did. If Prehnite hadn't known better, and the Pages energy signature hadn't been right up in his face. He might have mistaken the guy for...well..A gentleman of custom, maybe a local club worker even.
"You know what..No, I don't think you will. Hands off." Prehnite swung on the Page with his trowel, attempting to wrench himself free.
He was done with Pages for the week. They'd been a literal thorn in his side. He couldn't fathom why this one cared so much about saving some scum either. It wasn't logical..to risk yourself for random strangers, people of no importance!
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 1:47 pm
Maid of Pages? Not understanding, perhaps the language barrier was a good thing? He did know an insult when he heard one though and so he tilted his head and stared at the other. "Venice, of Ganymede." he had caught the first part however, the question, and had decided to answer that. The other didn't seem to think much of him, and with a feather duster he understood why, but when they came at him with a gardening shovel which he wasn't expecting he just missed a direct hit. Rather it glanced off his cheek and skin parted and blood dripped down the side of his face soon after, in a nice neat little river that resembled a tear of sorts.
Not to be deterred, and now also annoyed, he swung at the other with a fist. he had never really fought but going to the gym did give him a good amount of strength.
He was not about to let himself be scared away or beaten away from the civilian who needed a save, possibly from himself as well. The phone he'd had on him dropped to the ground, and seeing that he kicked it somewhere so he could retrieve it later after the fight. He didn't feel like having it scooped up or ripped out of his hand, and it was going to get in the way of this fight.
"You, leave." He said, giving the other the option to leave before this escalated any further, not that he much cared if it did. he'd already had his starseed taken once by a corrupted senshi and he'd been attacked twice by a youma. It was time for him to fight back and now he could, not that he hadn't the night he'd powered up that first time - but still.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 11:35 pm
Prehnite stepped back as the blow caught across his face, lip split in the corner; he licked the blood away and smirked. He knew he wasn't particularly intimidating, but he'd hoped the Page would back off if attacked. The fact that he stood his ground, unflinchingly; was interesting.
"Lieutenant Prehnite of the Negaverse, and I'll not be leaving just yet." Prehnite had never actually had a fair fight with a Page before. Not that he intended to play fair; but he'd never tasted a Pages energy either..He'd always been so focused on civilians, with his limited ability. He wasn't sure he'd even be successful with his attempt, but it was worth the try to salve his pride, and exact a little bit of vengeance for his recent losses.
"Not till I've had my fill." Prehnite grinned, straight up throwing his trowel at the Pages body, before throwing himself at him; knowing that the second he started really loosing this battle he'd need to make an exit. He wasn't foolish enough to keep on in a fight he had no chance of winning...Foolish enough to start fights sure...but strategic retreat was always something he liked to consider as a tactic. Sleet Tempest Snape Feel free to tell me how/if my boy should shove off or loose this. I don't particularly mind. Adore Venice btw. Very pretty.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 12:25 am
Well he had a name for this person, not that he'd likely remember it, he would remember the uniform and the person who wore it. Well, if they weren't going to leave neither was he, he was already accepting of the fight which was about to occur. He really needed to start martial arts training, he'd find a place tomorrow, as it seemed he'd be getting into fights for once in his life.
Not just normal fights though either...ones where people threw gardening tools at him - how nice. Raising a hand to block it, hissing when it sliced open skin and took a small dig at his flesh, he ignored the bleeding in favor of going for a hair grab on the other as the Lieutenant threw them self at him. Landing on the ground, yanking them down with him by the hair, he was not expecting it to get to rolling about on the ground as it seemed like it was going to do.
"Stupid." He stated as he pulled as hard as he could on the others hair, wanting to inflict some pain on the other and this was as good a way as any at the moment. Shiningamisgirl Can go however you want. I'm not fussy a tall here.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 12:02 am
Prehnite snarled, wincing as he was dragged to the ground by his hair, feeling strands pull loose in the Pages grasp. Eyes watering as the others grip tightened, and he pulled harder.
It stung like a b***h, worse though, was the sting of humiliation. Being dragged to the ground by his hair was not, in any way, what he imagined would happen. The fact that it was ultimately his own fault....
Prehnite struggled and cursed. Reaching with one hand for the Pages wrist, trying to break his hold. Shoving his other hand at the pages throat, hoping to get a hold on him; to get a hold on himself, and concentrate for long enough take some of his energy.
There were limits though. He wasn't even sure if he could get any more energy out of this night! He'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.
"Shut up!"
Somewhere in his subconscious, a note was being made, to sanitize himself the second he got home. The alley was filthy, he was filthy. If he'd had the presence of mind for it, he probably would have done something different.
Prehnite wasn't truly thinking anymore though. It was all just power, rage, and instinct. The need that had been there from the start of his bad night, to do something, anything...Even if it ultimately led to this..
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 12:41 am
Meanwhile he was trying to keep his wrist free from the others seeking grip, whilst keeping his fingers firmly in the others hair, while he neck was already being held by the officer on top of him. What? His mind was working at break neck speed trying to give him ideas of what to do, how to get out of this. He needed to get them out of here and away from the downed civilian, he needed to win this.
The fingers he had still in the others hair yanked again sharply. His free hand, thankfully he had a free hand, went for the others face as his fingers sought to grab and claw at whatever they could. He wasn't going to let the other just choke him and not try and do damage, to get them to want to back away from him. Could he do it though? Could he get them to let him go?
Maybe someone would happen upon this fight and save the poor drunk on the ground and break them up even? Or scare this lieutenant off him, so he could get up and try to finish this fight. Shiningamisgirl Let me know how this works for you.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 1:35 am
Prehnite felt the others nails rake across his cheek, blood welling up under the scratches, mean fingers going for his eye. Head yanked back by his hair, unable to get the page to loosen his grip. Prehnite's focus on choking the page into the asphalt was broken by a sudden interruption.
A noise from the other end of the alleyway, a side door slamming open, voices... A flashlight briefly illuminating the absurd scene, just before shouts, and a scream were heard...An angry pissed off scream.
Prehnite decided that now, was a perfectly good time to forget about finishing off the civilian, and an even better time to..reluctantly...get the hell away from the Page. A little spark of common sense finally speaking up, and reminding him what a bad idea it would be, to get noticed by large groups of civilians. Even if they assumed it was some drunken brawl, he didn't need word of this becoming public news.
"Let go." Prehnite hissed urgently. Releasing the page entirely before tearing himself free.
Panting and glaring at the page, his gaze darting between him and the downed civilian...and finally the rooftop he'd dropped in from.
His night wasn't a total loss...but god did he hate retreating. "This isn't over..Next time, there wont be any interruptions." Sleet Tempest Snape I love it! Let's end this baby and call it golden. Thx for the fun Rp! It's nice to get back on the horse -nods- Now..to go read up on everything I've missed during Hiatus...
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 4:28 pm
The noise of someone coming, the light hitting the alleyway, and the screams and shouts startled the page as he lifted his head and his dark eyes looked toward the sound. Startled, and surprised, he was not expecting this and quickly turned his face away from the bright light and the people - not good.
Wiggling to get free, even as the other let him go, he got up to his feet as quickly as he could. His dark eyes looking at the officer who he'd just been fighting Also panting, his already narrow dark eyes even more narrow as he glared at the other. He didn't completely trust the other, why should he? But he needed to get out of here and it seemed the other did as well.
"Next time." He said agreeing. The next time they met this would continue and if he caught the other draining someone, or grabbing a starseed, the next time it would escalate from this point and quickly.
Looking around he figured he'd have to leave the way he'd come...right past the people. He'd just have to make it fast and keep his head down, he should be safe that way.Shiningamisgirl I agree, can't wait for them to have another run in. Should be fun. And I'm glad you adore Venice, makes me smile knowing people like him. You should be able to end this, and ty for the battle.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 11:08 pm
Prehnite watched the other come to the same conclusion as him..the same agreement...They would both leave, this time. Next time though..next time he wouldn't let anything get in his way....
Prehnite panted softly, backing further into the alley away from the Page and the people. Summoning his trowel back to him before making a leap for the ledge of the roof. Digging his weapon into the cracked bricks and using the weak leverage to haul himself up over it.
He knew he was going to feel this tomorrow..hell..he was feeling it right now...but he was also feeling alive; and that was the best feeling of all. Pissed off, sore, bleeding, and alive. There were only a few things he could think of that were better than that.
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