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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 4:01 pm
Heels clacked against the concrete as a white haired woman walked across the mostly deserted streets of the poorer districts of Destiny City. She strode forward with confidence, silly hat worn atop her head proudly, with blue eyes that matched the color of a darkening stormy sky swept across her surroundings.
Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she continued on her away, a flicker of disappointed crossed soft features before it vanished and was replaced with a somewhat cheery smile.
So far, her patrol was boring, with no opposing forces crossing her path. Her quota had been met earlier in the week, aided by her work events that allowed her to get close to people and drain them while playing it off like they were just too drunk.
Marcasite couldn't help it, she was itching for a fight.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 5:08 pm
Okay, so, like, maybe Anakeion had been a lot less stringent about powering up than she really should have been? But finding out she got to be a metal-bra-clad Warrior of Existence was...really not all that exciting, given all the inherent tragedies she just knew were associated with it. Superhero dramas were played out (and popular, again, strangely?) for a reason. She didn't feel like finding out her best friends and classmates were supervillains. It seemed...unpleasant, to say the least. And, okay, so -- maybe she wasn't totally paying quite enough attention? She could totally take someone her age and height if. They weren't. Trained fighters. Maybe it was that train of thought that lead Anakeion Page to walk face-first into a lamppost with a resounding, delayed, "<********>" of despair. Christ, was her nose broken? No, but her dignity definitely was, and if anyone hadn't known she was there...they would now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 9:52 am
It took a while for the lieutenant to be within close enough range to feel the subtle pulse of powered energy. She was still getting used to pinpointing general locations and how to actually find people by their aura but -
The girl made it easy, when she slammed into a post and shouted.
Without second though, Marcasite perused the source of the curse and came skidding into view with a sharp grin on her face.
'My, my," she purred as she strode confidently towards the page. It was an aura she recognized but couldn't quite place. "What has the night brought me to play with?" Gloved fingers were already curling into fists.
"How do you feel about a little dance hm?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:47 pm
Anakeion whipped her head up, still cradling her poor bruised nose in one hand, and frowned. "Okay, so: it's not like you're not cute, but I will not be a streetwalking lesbian of the night. I know the outfit implies something or other, but if you try to grope me, I'm going to kick your a** six ways to Sunday." Her other hand curled into a fist to match Marcasite's, too, feet searching for a better stance than 'rebounding from a face-to-lamp impact'. Then she thought slightly better of it, if 'slightly better' meant 'possibly worse', and summoned her weapon into her non-cradling hand: just a small, plastic pillar, long enough for her to grip it comfortably, but very much absolutely not a threat.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 2:35 pm
Marcasite couldn't help but laugh at the page's response. "Well, you're not half-bad looking yourself, unfortunately your color scheme sucks." There was a quick up and down once over from the lieutenant and the page's uniform. It was a shame that the girl was, well she wasn't a senshi so the pale haired woman had to assume she was a knight.
Which meant she was still on the wrong side, so Marcasite didn't have a problem punching her in the face if it came down to it.
"Nah, I like to test the waters before getting to second base. Y'know gotta make sure it feels right." She laughed again, striding forward effortlessly until there was only a few yards between them. "Something tells me the chemistry just isn't right."
With that she darted forward and kicked out with a red heel.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 11:41 am
"I know, right?" Anakeion grimaced, gesturing at Marcasite's uniform. "At least you get something nice. I can't wait for December in this, I'll probably die." Despite her more lighthearted words, her eyes were narrowed, taking a half-step back from the lieutenant -- but not fast enough. The heel hit he Page in her unarmored, painfully fleshy side, causing her to stumble back a few steps and wincing -- "<********> I need Kevlar or something - " before looking back up with a defiant face. One second -- two -- and there was a good retort -- 'The chemistry's not right 'cause you're a basic b***h," Anakeion spit, and lunged forward to throw a punch.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 9:34 pm
Normally, Marcasite would have shot back a witty and probably dryly sarcastic response but the time for words was over. She'd gone in for the strike and she wanted to focus more on the fight than snarky comebacks. Even if it was sorely tempting.
Later, when she had the page on the ground.
Yeah, that sounded good.
The fist caught her shoulder because she wasn't quick enough and Marcasite grimaced before reaching for both shoulders with gloved hands and attempting to simultaneously shove the girl down when she brought a knee up, but she stumbled when she tried to sling insults back. "Kevlar won't protect your face when I drag it across the ground."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 6:44 pm
"******** s**t," Anakeion wheezed, diving forward to try and tackle Marcasite to the ground -- ********, she hurt, hopefully it'd leave nothing more than an Impressionist rainbow of bruises - "y'got the fashion but none of the brains!" It would have been funny any other time, but when the opposing woman was both taller and stronger than she was, better comebacks had very swiftly stopped being a priority. Nuxaz HAA HAAAA HAAAAA this is all yr getting sry.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 2:44 pm
It was disorienting, the way Anakeion slammed into her stomach. Her back hit the ground and her legs flew up, a hiss left her mouth. She didn't let it throw her for too long, gloved fingers finding their way into the girl's hair and jerking back as hard as she can.
"If you wanted to get on top, you could have asked," she snarled, her other hand grasping at the page's face.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2016 7:53 am
Anakeion groped out semi-blindly for Marcasite's mouth, trying to shove her fingers down and in -- her hair was strong, sure, but that only meant her neck was bending so far back the muscles could have been a bunch of rubber bands at maximum tension. "Didn't seem -" christ, she was going to be so sore after - "like ya were into that!" If the woman put her fingers in Anakeion's mouth, she was going to bite them right off.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 9:54 am
"You'd be surprised by what I'm into babe," Marce quipped back, grunting as hands pressed her face into the ground. She twisted and rocked her body beneath the page's with her teeth snapping and gnashing at the fingers near it. This wasn't definitely not how she'd expected this fight to go, but all of her training advantages had been lost the second she hit the ground.
So, the lieutenant was doing her best to knock the girl off of her and reverse their positions. Which meant she yanked on the handful of hair she had hard and then tried to throw an elbow.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 8:43 am
"Not interested in -" hfff- "getting freaky right now!" Anakeion pulled her hands back out of the desire to keep all her fingers, which unfortunately gave Marcasite the opening she needed to throw the elbow -- the page grunted in pain in response, feeling like she was two steps away from a broken neck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 10:40 am
Her attempts worked, sort of, and she was so preoccupied with getting the other chick off of her, any witty retorts were lost. They were at least thought, they just never made it out of her still snapping mouth.
At this point, Marcasite had thrown practicality out with the wind and was, quite literally, attempting to scratch whatever body part of Anakeion she could get her hands on.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 3:31 pm
If she was waking up tomorrow at all, Anakeion distantly realized, she was going to be as sore as she'd ever been. She had no experience in this, she had nothing -- what she had was luck, and one plastic pillar that'd been her into to magicality. Well. That was an idea. Groping around blindly, Anakeion summoned her weapon to her hand again and tried to shove the pillar into Marcasite's gnashing teeth -- if it worked, all she was going to do was make a run for it anyways, so. So! Death approaching! An unappealing thought!!
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 8:21 pm
Marcasite lost track of what limb belonged to which of them as the grappled on the ground. Her hat had been lot in the skirmish and it rolled across the ground as elbows and hands and legs moved all over the place.
It wasn't too difficult for Anakeion to smack her in the face with her toy pillar, catching the underside of her chin because she'd jerked back at the last moment. Marce's teeth clacked together and she swore she saw stars as she fell back, limbs detangling from the page momentarily.
"Oh, you're gonna regret that," she spit, lip throbbing and chin aching.daekie quick escape while she's disoriented!
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