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 Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 6:19 pm
Ptolemaeus surveyed the university grounds while out on patrol, allowing his mirrorwraith to explore freely and gather energy from students while he himself took in the setting of the campus. He still wasn't sure about attending here in the fall. Should he save up some more first? Maybe attend Sovereign Heights for a semester or two prior? Why was it so hard to choose?
Both money and future plans posed a problem since he was on his own and also the sort of person who liked to live for the moment day to day. How the heck was he supposed to know what kind of major to go into? It seemed stupid to try to pick classes without being certain of that first, but he supposed he could just start out with prerequisite classes to begin with...
Sighing, the dark mirror senshi idly punched a nearby tree in frustration. At least he had the life of a powered being to distract him from having to make decisions like that immediately. Who knew? Maybe he would come across some sort of revelation during battles against enemies. In any case, it would be a way to let off some steam. Too bad he wasn't all that experienced in actual, physical fighting, as his raw knuckles from punching the tree reminded him.Noir Songbird ((Sorry this took a while. ^_^; I hope it's okay. Please let me know if there's anything I should change!))
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 12:23 pm
Even months later, Elsa was still getting used to the delicate new high heels that came with his Super form. He wasn't wobbling on them anymore, and he pretty much had running int hem down, and mostly he was glad that they were boots instead of like, pumps, or something. He bounced to the next rooftop, landing lightly, with a soft clink of snowflake charms.
He'd been tracing the aura of another Dark Mirror, curious who else might be seeking energy on DCU grounds, and he knew he was close now. Finally, a flash of black-and-bright-colors -- he turned, bouncing to the next rooftop,a dn there he was.
"Heyo," Elsa called, as a polite, hopefully nonstartling greeting. "Always good to see somebody else from the Court!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:18 pm
Swerving, the teen blinked, surprised he hadn't sensed the other presence before he'd heard the voice addressing him. He must have been too lost in his own thoughts. he would have to be more careful about that. Fortunately for him, the newcomer's words and energy signature seemed to hail them as an ally, though one at a higher level than Ptolemaeus. Interesting.
"Hey there," he called, his default grin automatically appearing on his face. "This your territory? Don't mind me; I was just checking it out for a bit. I don't usually patrol the same area more than once. Wouldn't be very fitting for a Senshi of Change if I did."
Cocking his head, Ptolemy studied his greeter from top to bottom. "Name's Ptolemaeus. Hehe...am I seeing things, or are you wearing heels, cupcake? Those can't be comfortable to fight in. Are those glass?" He'd been pretty sure the voice that had called out to him had been male, but seeing the speaker now, he wasn't so positive.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 5:24 pm
Elsa shrugged his shoulders, reaching up to fluff his slightly messily-braided hair. He liked the way the magic pulled it up and away, getting it out of his way so he didn't have to worry about it during fights.
"Wouldn't really call it my territory," he said, and then he narrowed his eyes, glancing down at his boots and taking a long, slow breath, trying not to let his temper get away from him.
'Punching other members of the Court is unproductive and also those heels do look stupid,' he told himself.
"Yes, they're heels, no, not glass, leather or suede I think. And my name is Sailor Elsa, Senshi of the Wendigo, not cupcake." He huffed, briefly. "Keep the pet names to yourself or we're gonna have a problem."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 6:59 pm
The other senshi's slow breath didn't escape Ptolemy's notice and his grin broadened. Was that a short temper he sensed? This just got better and better.
"What a pretty color," he mused, admiring the heels. "Pretty name, too. But why don't you tell me just what kind of problem we're going to have? Because one, I love pet names and two, I love problems. Life would be so boring without them, don't you think?" He winked. "Princess?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 8:45 pm
Elsa grit his teeth. He could try the slow, deep breaths route, but he was pretty sure that would just draw more attention to his fraying temper. His hands curled into fists, and he started considering how fast and how hard he'd have to hit to take down someone a foot taller than him.
He'd done it before, he'd do it again.
"We're gonna have the kind of problem where my fist gets real acquainted with your solar plexus," Elsa replied, "but please, by all means, keep pushing."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 9:09 pm
Ptolemaeus' brows rose as he noted Elsa's fists clenched. That didn't take long. He hadn't really expected the higher-level senshi to be so hot-headed, but perhaps this one's willingness to start fights was what had helped him gain such a rank in the first place. Ptolemy began to wonder just what kind of fire he had stirred up and stuck his hands in.
That didn't mean he was about to remove them, though. "So much for 'always good to see somebody else from the Court'," he laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. Then, extending an arm, he raised a hand and curled his index finger inward, beckoning his fellow dark mirror senshi to join him.
"If you wanna play, sweetheart, you're gonna have to come down here. Not much we can do with this much distance between us. Unless you're playing 'hard to get', I guess."Noir Songbird ((Sorry, this is me assuming that Elsa is on a rooftop and Ptolemaeus is on the campus grounds near a tree~ Please let me know if I am mistaken!))
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 9:29 pm
Elsa considered his options. Option one, of course, was be the bigger person, let the insults roll off his back, be an adult, not punch someone, etc etc etc. All the things that half the people he knew would have liked him to do.
Option two was start a fight.
Elsa had faced a similar choice many times in his life.
He had never once taken option one.
"It would've been, except apparently I found the Court's biggest putz," Elsa said, and he drew off one glove, discarding it on the rooftop. The flip he did over the edge to land on the ground about three feet in front of Ptolemy was totally unnecessary, but yeah, okay, he was showing off.
"You really wanna play?" He asked, and he bent down, pressing his bare hand to the ground. "Let's play. Wendigo Stalk."
Frost began to creep out around his fingers, and Elsa started counting off in his head. Four seconds, that was all he needed.Super Sailor Attack: Wendigo Stalk! Elsa speaks the name of his attack and presses his hand to the ground, and frostlike patterns travel out from his hand to an eight-foot radius. In order for the full radius to be reached, he must maintain contact with the ground for four full seconds - interruptions before that will result in a lessened attack radius. The temperature in the affected area drops to cold-enough-to-see-your-breath levels (colder if it is already there) and everyone within the radius except for Elsa hallucinates that they are being stalked by a Wendigo, with the feeling of being hunted and the smell of rotting flesh still present. These effects last for thirty-five seconds total. Elsa can use this attack twice per battle.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 10:16 pm
"Biggest? Aw, you really think so? I'm flattered!" Ptolemaeus answered, his huge grin still stuck on his face like it was glued there. It remained as he watched Elsa remove a glove and responded with a wolf whistle. "What's this? Strip tease?" Maybe he was overdoing it, but when it was this easy, he couldn't resist.
When the other male performed his flip to meet Ptolemy on the ground, the difference in their heights suddenly became that much more evident. Not that the Senshi of Change saw this as an advantage. Being smaller often meant being more dexterous, agile, and quicker. Not to mention Elsa was more powerful in terms of senshi magic and experience.
All he himself had to rely on was having a longer reach and keeping a cool head. Maybe, though...maybe that would be enough to put them one somewhat even ground if Elsa continued to act so rashly due to allowing his anger to get the best of him. Then again, that anger could have very well meant Ptolemaeus' doom if he wasn't careful.
It was all about staying unpredictable and keeping his opponent off-balance. Ptolemy didn't have almost any confidence in his physical fighting skills anyway, but that was why he usually relied on dodging and the element of surprise. Not to mention the element of change.
Dark eyes followed Elsa's bare hand as it touched the ground and he spoke the words of his attack. With a dramatically more serious demeanor than he had been taunting with earlier, Ptolemaeus flung out his own hand.
"Change of Subject." From the mood rings on Ptolemaeus' fingers, colorful strings of light shoot forth to criss-cross and create a vivid, luminous net. Said net was aimed straight at Elsa's hand where it met the ground.
Maybe he had an opportunity to take the offense after all if he could time this right. Maybe. As unpredictable as his own magic was, especially when he wasn't sure it what Elsa's attack did or whether he'd even be able to intercept it with his own, there was no telling what would happen. Sometimes its effect had ended up backfiring and being detrimental to Ptolemaeus, but that risk, he felt, was what made it half the fun.
Little did he realize that, being of a lower level, his attack was useless against that of a super senshi's.Noir Songbird ((Ohhh, this 'oughta be good... >D
EDIT: I just remembered Ptolemaeus' attack only affects attacks of his level or lower and he's currently a basic senshi against a super, so his attack is bound to fail. |D Seems like he's destined to get his butt kicked after all. But hey, wasn't this originally meant to be a lesson in street fighting anyway?)) Sailor Scout Attack: Change of Subject! Regarding the full details of 'Change of Subject', they're here, but basically if his attack was successful, his net's effect causes an attempted ally/enemy magic attack to continue without hindrance, but with its effects completely reversed.
You, as the player of Elsa, can interpret the reversal of the attack and how it affects her magic as you see fit!
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 11:13 pm
Elsa growled, low in his throat, like the dangerous predator his sphere represented. "It's not a compliment," he said, voice as cold as his magic was making the air.
He watched the other Senshi call magic, waited for some kind of impact, anything at all, bracing himself to ensure he stayed in place, but -- nothing.
"Aw, that's too bad, performance issues - it's really not all that uncommon. One out of five men, and all..." Since, you know, it was apparently that kind of fight.
When the frost finished its spread, he slowly stood, tilting his head to the side and waiting. The fear would hit, eventually, he knew that - there was little other reaction to a very hungry humanoid monster bearing down on you.
"Recommendation? When you see it, run." Elsa smiled. It was not a friendly smile, by any stretch. "It moves fast."
Maybe he could teach this kid a lesson about boundaries and respect - namely, you don't flirt with men who've said they're not interested.
Though, honestly, he intended to pound the lesson in as hard as he could.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 4:30 pm
Ptolemaeus chuckled softly at Elsa's growl and following retort. Of course he'd known it wasn't a compliment; he'd just pretended to take it as one. Had it really bothered Elsa that much that he had, though? His amusement only increased at the remark regarding performance. "Is that an actual sense of humor I hear?" he teased, otherwise apparently unoffended by the insult.
Inwardly, however, he struggled to think of what might have gone wrong with his attack. It hadn't missed, clearly, but instead of his net's light melting into the ground, it simply faded like it had run out of power. Elsa's own magic continued without any obvious change. What had been the problem? Then it struck him. This was a super senshi he was dealing with. It stood to reason that Elsa would use a super senshi attack and an attack of that power would have been too much for Ptolemaeus' meager basic senshi attack to change. He was out of luck.
At first the teen wondered if the super's attack just involved a dramatic change of temperature as he was soon able to see his breath and his teeth involuntarily began to chatter. Elsa's smile and ominous words soon set him on edge and his body went rigid with tension. What was 'it' the other senshi had referred to?
Ptolemaeus soon found out. He could smell it before he saw it; the stench of flesh decaying in the frigid air. He switched to breathing through his mouth, his clouds of breath emitting more frequently as his heart rate increased and an onset of fear triggered an adrenaline rush. His steadfast grin finally faltered but he didn't move a muscle. Ptolemy raised his head to regard the humanoid creature with ash gray, tight skin stretched over bones that almost seemed on the verge of pushing through. With eyes pushed so far back into its sockets that it appeared to see through dark voids set into its skull, it stared back and appraised what it must have considered its prey. The senshi could see that its lips were bloody, tattered, and unclean, the entire creature eliminating the odor of decay, decomposition, and death.
His mouth went dry but he couldn't bring himself to swallow or even moisten his lips. His body trembled of its own volition and though it was unclear as to whether he was frozen from fright or willpower, he did not budge from his spot; didn't run as Elsa had advised. He dared not close his eyes or look away even for a second. He hardly dared blink or even breathe. Ptolemaeus simply continued to stand there and stare at the cannibalistic monster of nightmares as if waiting for it to possess or devour him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 3:42 pm
Elsa's grin got broader, and he took a very casual lean against the wall of the building he'd jumped off, arms crossed in front of his chest. This was almost funny - once upon a time, he had despised his magic, felt that he had no right to play god and inflict that kind of terror on other people, but...
Well.
He had gotten right the ******** over that.
Now, it felt like an object lesson in why not to make people stronger than you angry. So he stood, and waited, and tapped one foot on the ground slightly impatiently. He couldn't see the illusion that afflicted Ptolemaeus, but he knew well enough from when Ochre had turned his own magic on him to guess what it was.
"You know," he said idly, peeling off his other glove and dropping it on the ground, "they say there are several ways to make a wendigo, but they all come down to one thing - a person who broke the very highest societal taboo. A human who ate another human's flesh. And because of that, they're always hungry for more." He laughed, dryly. "I'm in no danger. But you? I bet you look real delicious right now."
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 5:24 pm
"A...wendigo...?" Ptolemaeus managed to briefly tear his eyes away from the creature to look at Elsa. He wondered vaguely at the back of his mind why the other senshi was pulling off his second glove but he had more important things to be concerned about to dwell on it for too long.
So...this thing was a wendigo? He remembered having heard and read about the creatures before. Spirits of cannibalism or something like that. There had been a story where one had turned into a bunch of mosquitos, still out for blood even after it had been 'defeated'. His fingers curled and he clenched his hands into fists as he broke out in a cold sweat. His body still wouldn't stop quaking. Still, he forced himself to grin harder in response to Elsa's words.
"Running's not a good idea when you're faced with a predator," he said almost offhandedly. "Don't know much about wendigo hunting instincts, but in regards to hunters in general, running both gets their attention and excites them for the hunt." Ptolemaeus focused on keeping his breath steady, inhaling and exhaling slowly so he could keep his voice calmer than his heart and mind at that moment. "Thing is, I doubt I'd be much fun to hunt. I'm a sadomasochist, so pain isn't something I'm afraid of."
Glancing again at Elsa out the corner of his eye with his forced smile, he continued, "Now some people might call that weird or gross. Maybe even perverted of me. You though...what kind of sick b*****d must you be to get off on watching someone else be eaten alive?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 9:33 pm
"Yeah, that's a wendigo," Elsa said. "I mentioned that, right? Elsa, Senshi of the Wendigo? Not of snow or ice or pretty magic castles." He pushed off the wall and began to prowl, a hunting thing himself, staying just outside the frost circle that marked the radius of his magic. It would be wearing off soon, he suspected, but for now he could eke out a little more amusement. No matter how brave of a front Ptolemy put up, Elsa was watching - watching his clenched fists and his trembling, and yeah.
Maybe he was enjoying this just a little bit too much.
"I mean, if your thing is getting your innards eaten out, everybody's got a thing," he said, shrugging his shoulders. There was a slight quirk of a grin on his face, and he paused his prowling, standing - though he was not aware of it - directly next to the illusory wendigo.
"I'm actually usually a fairly tolerant dude, but no means no," he said. "You'll probably want to remember that, in the future."
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 10:18 pm
"Right...sorry, I was still distracted by the heels at that time." he laughed sheepishly. His rapidly-beating heart needed more oxygen to sustain his blood flow, though, and despite his efforts to take slower breaths, they were still shallow enough to make him light-headed. After his last exchange with Elsa, his remaining air was rapidly depleted.
In the end, the super senshi's magic overcame the lesser experienced one's. It had taken all Ptolemaeus had simply to stay where he was despite the sight, the sound, the stench, and the fear. The lack of sufficient blood flow and oxygen to his brain caused spots to appear before his eyes, eating away at his vision and gradually darkening to envelop his entire line of sight.
As he watched Elsa move to stand next to his very realistic apparition, Ptolemy's mind went blank. He blacked out, his legs buckling under him as his limp body fell to the ground, unconscious.
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