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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2016 7:18 pm
He was in a construction zone for a new apartment complex that was going up in an area he wasn't familiar with. Why? Quail's Eye was expanding his patrolling area again. it did well last time, he made a new friend, and no one had really bugged him. The small gray headed member of the Amazon Trio was bouncing from crane to crane, up high and looking around, trying to sense any energy of either side, honestly. Chaos energy could be the misunderstood DMC. At least he hoped he'd run into a few friendly DMC. Quail really wanted to learn more about them, figure the faction out a bit more and understand if they were similar to himself. He was deeply curious about them. Something in the wind caught his attention and the petite man froze in his spot. Well that wasn't a friendly aura at all he felt, was it? Honey eyes looked around and he swallowed thickly before crouching. Maybe if he got as tiny as he could he could avoid a situation..
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 6:06 am
He stepped out of the shadows, the expression on his face half hidden by the cloth wrapped across his nose and mouth, dark eyes glinting in the fading moonlight. Wolfeite's patrol had been relatively uneventful until now; he'd drained a few civilians, but that had been it. There had been no excitement.
The Order signature - too sterile, too bright - was just what he was looking for.
Footsteps echoed loudly across the floor of the complex, only half finished and dead looking. Wolfeite's gaze was fixed on the small figure just up ahead, hardly visible if one wasn't looking properly - but he'd been watching, and waiting and thinking.
And now he was moving.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are."
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 6:10 am
This was not going to be a good day, was it? Quail's Eye's heart reaced and he felt the color draining out of his face. He scooted a little, trying to be as quiet as he could. The main goal here was to get behind... something and just blend into the shadows. Turning into his other form right now wouldn't be good. He had a feeling that'd draw the Nega signature even closer to him. All at once Quail's mouth went dry and he licked his lips before stilling again. Maybe ...he could talk to the other? "I w-won't hurt you!" Okay, he should have thought about what he was going to say rather than just say it. He probably just sealed his fate.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 6:57 pm
A brow raised beneath the dark hair, but Wolfeite did not stop moving. His footsteps echoed along the deserted building, drawing closer and closer to where the White Moon was trying to hide. He couldn't quite see him, but the signature was drawing him in.
"When did I ever say," said Wolfeite, and his voice was muffled by the bandanna around his face, but still ringing and clear throughout the spacious area.
"That I care if you hurt me?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:04 pm
Quail swallowed and bit down on his lip a little harder than he wanted to. There was now blood trickling down his face before he shook his head and stepped out into a street light that looked really gross and the light it cast was a dingy yellow. "Y-you! You've drained... energy haven't you?" he whispered harshly, eyes zeroing in on him. Well, if he couldn't talk his way out of it, might as well fight? At least he could try to protect anyone else from getting drained, right? God he hated fighting so much. every instinct was telling him to flee.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:40 pm
His eyes fell upon the small form of the figure in front of him with a feeling of satisfaction rising inside of him. Wolfeite slowed his steps until he came to a stop several feet from him, his expression inscrutable, hardly discernible in the dim, yellowish light of the street lamp.
"And if I have?" he asked, and he began to circle, as though a predator surveying its prey, his eyes narrowing.
"What would you do about it?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:43 pm
"I'm going to stop you!' He hoped that didn't come out as shaky as he thought it did. With that, Quail's Eye lunged at this Negaverse agent, only to hold his hands up like he was going to defend himself. Out came a strong gust of wind came from the palm of his hands, and he hoped it'd be enough to fling this guy back. This guy was intimidating and he had no idea how to handle it. He had a feeling this was going to end really, really bad for him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 7:57 am
That stopped him, if only for a moment. Wolfeite turned his head towards the small figure, and found himself staggering backwards by a gust whatever wind was thrown at him, his feet sliding on the ground. He let a small hiss of impatience, and reoriented himself, straightening his uniform.
"You?" said Wolfeite, and he came forward once more, a gloved hand reaching out, fisting in the front of the senshi's clothes. "You're going to stop me?"
With a sharp, unhesitating gesture, he snapped his arm sideways, intending to throw the little figure into the nearest wall.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 5:21 am
All at once, Quail found himself against a wall, the wind knocked out of him. His head had hit it, and he heard a distinct clattering of teeth which made him groan even more. He fell to his hands and knees, and stayed there, focusing on his breathing while trying to get his ears to stop ringing. At least it should be his ears. Who knew. He wasn't even sure how the man threw him so easily. Without much more lingering, Quail got to his feet and tried to run to the left to try to put distance between him and the agent. He was screwed, wasn't he? "So at a disadvantage!" He was looking around for something to use as a weapon. Luckily the agent hadn't drawn his yet, and he was royally boned if it was a sword or something like that.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 4:09 pm
He was quite small, and quite young looking, though it might just have been the height shifting his appearance in that direction. Still; he was easy to move around, and with Wolfeite's own height past six feet and his physical strength, it felt like child's play.
He stepped closer as the senshi rose, not giving him a chance to retaliate.
"I believe the one at a disadvantage, little bird," said Wolfeite, "is you."
He reached out and grabbed ahold of his arm, dragging him back so that he could aim a kick at his leg.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 4:06 pm
Not a senshi. Quail would have said that if he knew, but all of a sudden, before he could fully straighten himself, his arm was grabbed and he was kicked right to the ground again. With his back aching, Quail went down and ended up hitting his head on the street below. It seemed he was destined to be best friends with the ground. Maybe he should name it Ted. Ted was a solid name. OK he was a bit loopy from hitting his head, possibly. In a blind panick Quail's Eye put both of his hands out and blew another gust of wind at the Negaverse agent. Hopefully he'd stumble back enough for the silver haired man to crawl away and he could just get away. Things were not going well so far.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 3:07 pm
It was such a satisfying feeling.
The bird hit the ground with a heavy thunk, and Wolfeite followed at a more leisurely pace, watching him gasp. Who would have thought that such an unexpected luxury of a uniform would bring him the pleasure of simply taking what he wanted?
Not that he didn't do it already, but this was so much more than what he'd initially had.
The gust of wind made Wolfeite stagger, his shoulder hitting a wall. Eyes glinting with malevolence, he pushed forward again, hissing out an obscenity that was lost in the gust of air.
"Come here," he said quietly, "and let me snap your wings."
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 8:19 pm
When the other staggered and the look got worse, Quail whimpered and swallowed hard. He looked around for anything he could grab onto and found one of those standing reflecting things that should have been a cone. Scrambling to his feet, Quail's Eye grabbed it and ran at the Negaverse agent, swining the heavy sign as hard as he could. Probably he should have run away, but he had to have more than two foot difference between them. "You'll never get the chance!" Oh, God, what was he doing? Quail should have ran. His stomach was now in knots and tonight just sucked major a**. He didn't even care if the sign reflective thing broke. He swung the thing again, aiming for the taller one's head to knock him out. ...He hoped?
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 7:17 pm
"Such a small creature," Wolfeite crooned, circling now, and he dodged the initial swing of the sign, his feet sliding along the pavement in quick movements to accommodate his maneuver. The height difference made it easy to simply pivot out of the way, and Wolfeite took an opening and threw a punch towards the young man's side.
"Oh, but I will," he hissed, and shifted -
- he'd misjudged the distance. The sign smacked into Wolfeite and he crumpled, collapsing to the ground in a heap.
He would only be unconscious for a few moments at most, but it would give the poor Quail just enough time to make his escape.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 8:48 pm
When the man dodged the attack, Quail's Eye was honestly panicked and staring at him. But he swung again once the punch came at him and managed (barely) to dodge it. Knuckles scraped his side, but he got a solid smack with that sign. "Oh, thank God," he gasped out, dropping the sign. Without much hesitation, the Amazon Trio member 'poofed' to his actual quail form and flew away. This way even if the Negaverse agent did wake up, all he'd see is a quail flying and hopefully wouldn't put it together. Most didn't, but every now and then he had to explain who/what he was after this kind of transformation, and it wasn't fun.
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