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 Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 11:46 am
Celliwig had been fortunate so far in her time spent as a Page of Earth. While many others could claim that they had encountered the great evils of their chaos-tainted counterparts, she had only had good encounters. Camelot had offered to guide and mentor her, his lady wife had been just as pleasant and Xibalba. Well. There wasn't much one could do wrong with muscles like that... Things had been going relatively well, but if video games had taught her anything it was that nothing good could last forever. One could not be a hero without also suffering the consequences of the powers under their control. The positive streak had come to an end when they had all been summoned to the park. That had been the start of the strange and now, powered up and wandering through the park that evening, Celliwig had a sinking feeling that things were just still going to get worse. "Should have stayed home. Fighting demons popping out of rifts is much better than this."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 9:18 pm
The park, admittedly, was not Wolfeite's first choice of a venue for patrolling. He disliked the openness of it; there were trees, certainly, where one could use the heavy branches and trunks as shelter. But other than that, there were no real shadows, no place to use to his advantage.
It was annoying. But the park was also home to many a homeless man and woman, which he found promising.
Wolfeite's hand was sunk deep into the chest of a sleeping man when he felt the power signature waft towards him. He let out a low growl of impatience and yet stayed where he was, siphoning off as much energy as possible, letting the glowing orb in his other hand grow more and more.
He could just rip the starseed. That would be easier. Labyrinthite had told him about the starseeds, after all.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 4:05 pm
That sinking feeling intensified as she rounded the bend. She froze in her tracks as she caught sight of the young man and -- What was he doing? His hand. He was -- That was what the sinking feeling was. It wasn't her stomach. It wasn't doubt or anxiety. It was Chaos. She could feel it just as she could feel another powered individual on her own side, only this was worse. This made her skin crawl. "S-stop what you're doing." She unhooked her stick from her belt, adjusting her grip on it as if ready to do something impressive. The stuttering did nothing to make her seem intimidating. Realistically, she was certain that the stick didn't do anything to help in that aspect either. "N-now," she added on for good measure.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 1:04 pm
He felt the signature growing closer, and Wolfeite turned his head as it approached. A young woman stood a short distance away, her garb not that of a senshi - at least, not that he remembered, in spite of only having run into a few so far. But there was a strange difference in her appearance than theirs.
Dark eyebrows rose.
"Stop," he repeated, as though the word was unfamiliar to him. Wolfeite mulled over this for a moment and then pulled his hand free of the civilian. The gloved fingers of his other hand curled tightly around the orb of energy, and he began walking towards the young woman, his chin lifted with purpose.
"Are you volunteering, perhaps?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 8:17 pm
The way he moved made Celliwig shiver and she took a step back. The heel of her boot caught on the hem of her dress and she stumbled. Now isn't the time for that, Regi. Don't let this guy get to you. It's just a mini-boss battle. He's nothing to be afraid of. Her internal monologue did nothing to bolster her courage, but it did give her an opportunity to refocus, shifting her grip on her stick. "N- No. I'm not volunteering for anything. I'm -- I'm just here to stop you from doing what you're doing. You can go home now and le-leave those civilians alone." A bit of added emphasis was added on to her last words as she took another step back away from his advance, this time hiking her dress up off of the ground before moving. "I'm Celliwig of Earth and this is my home to protect."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 7:36 pm
He kept walking, feeling the fear in her as though it were a tangible thing that he could taste. Wolfeite's eyes remained on the figure in front of him, gaze unwavering, and he could see the shifting of her feet, the attempts at backing away from him.
It wouldn't work. It never would.
"No," said Wolfeite, and it was such a simple, unobtrusive word. No. A full sentence in and of itself that didn't need explanation as he tucked the energy into his pocket and continued on, the kerchief obscuring the majority of his face from view.
"This is not yours," he hissed, and lunged for her, aiming to drive a fist to her stomach.
"This world is mine."
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:57 pm
If this were a video game or a movie, Celliwig would have abs of steel. One punch wouldn't have been enough to do much of anything, let alone hurt her. Unfortunately, this was not a video game, nor was it an adaptation of a game made into a movie. This was real and the punch to the gut really hurt! Celliwig stumbled back, letting out a startled cry as she doubled over, arm protectively falling to wrap around her midsection. She could feel tears stinging her eyes. No, that wasn't how things were supposed to work. Bad guys didn't get to see the good guys cry. She sniffed, biting down on her lip in an attempt to hold back any further trace of emotion. Celliwig did the only thing she could think to do in order to defend herself, swinging her curved stick at him. "It's not yours! Nothing is."
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 7:03 am
He felt the satisfying sinking of his fist into her stomach, lips twisting into a smirk beneath the cloth. Wolfeite straightened, twisted, and let out a sound that was more a feral growl than anything else, his feet skidding on the ground, his posture rigid with energy.
Energy he was going to focus entirely on fighting.
Her stick cracked against the side of his head more painfully than he would have liked and jarring him away from the pleasure of seeing the glassy look in her eyes, the way she curled in on herself. Wolfeite gave a hiss of irritation, his temple throbbing.
"Everything is mine," he snapped, and pivoted, swinging a knee up in an attempt to drive it into the page's side.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 6:17 pm
His knee made contact and she crumpled again, wheezing as she hit the ground. Her fingers clawed at the earth as she tried to pull herself up onto her feet again. Had been able to find her breath she might have sobbed, to hell with not letting the bad guy see you cry. The tears were now blurring her eyes and -- She had to get away. She had to run. Celliwig's fingers closed around her stick, scooping it up off of the ground as she stumbled to her feet. She tripped over the hem of her skirt, stumbling again only to hike it up as she took off running. Regina Hopewell had come way too far to die here. Not tonight.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 6:36 pm
She was easily breakable; he could tell from the way she crumpled, from the way she collapsed onto the ground after he'd hit her. Wolfeite made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, and stalked towards her slowly, his eyes alight with the desire to continue.
But she'd gotten up. She'd gotten up, and now she was running, staggering, away from him, and she was taking her starseed with her. Wolfeite came to a stop and watched her go; he debated for a moment or two whether he should chase her.
It was a pointless endeavor, however. He'd let her go for tonight.
And then, later, when she thought she was safe, he'd find her again, and this time he would not let her leave with that starseed of hers.
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