Deserted industrial areas, Aokigahara had found, made for good quiet patrol routes. On nights when he didn't feel the need to actively search out the Negaverse and do the Bold Knightly Thing to interfere in their schemes, he tended towards areas where there were few people and fewer chances of getting into a fight.
That plan was foiled, tonight, because he felt the aura of a Corrupt Senshi, not far away.
Aokigahara sighed, dragging a hand down his face and grumbling slightly bitterly under his breath. Maybe he would get lucky. Maybe they would just...not...fight him.
He did not put much stock in his luck.
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:13 pm
Deserted areas were good for getting away from it all. They really weren't good hunting grounds and thus, were not patrolled as heavily as other areas of the city. When all you wanted to do was bum around and actually enjoy this crazy super hero s**t you never asked to have, it was a good place to do it.
The darkness lit up with the glow of a cigarette, followed by a small stream of smoke and a hiss of displeasure. At least, this had been a good place to bum around.
Fulgurite could feel the order signature pinging on his internal radar and the too-sweet feel of it made his stomach turn. All these months laying low and doing the minimum to get by, he hadn't gained much in the way of power, but at least he had an idea of what he was doing. Whomever it was he felt was unlikely to leave him be. If he could sense the guy, it was a sure thing they could sense him too.
Ugh, what a pain.
It meant he'd need to deal with him, and the prospect... wasn't terrible. There was a lot of s**t in his life right now that he couldn't do anything about. Pounding a dude's face in didn't make it all go away, but he had found it made him feel a hell of a lot better. At least for a while.
The ember neared the filter and Fulgurite pulled it away from his mouth, giving it a thoughtless flick into the refuse that clogged the corners of the roof he'd been lounging on. The windows of the factory were blown out, offering a view like dark, gaping eyes. Who knew why. Some inner explosion, or maybe just a dedicated vandal with some rocks. Not like he cared. They fit his mood. Shaking out his arms to loosen them, the corrupt jumped from his building to the next and started jogging towards the energy signature he felt.
Better to take the fight to him. Maybe if he won he'd get some kind of reward, though even that wasn't a terribly exciting prospect.
The Corrupt energy signature was getting closer. Aokigahara let out a heavy, frustrated sigh. So much, then, for avoiding a potential confrontation and being two ships that passed in the night. No, apparently, this was someone ready to fight.
So he would have to be too. He began considering his options, potential escape routes, possibilities for improvised weapons. Whoever this was would undoubtedly be bigger than him, but most people were. So he would have to fight harder.
He began retreating, ducking into one of the buildings - a mostly empty warehouse with a few abandoned stacks of crates. Cover, potentially, if it became necessary. This would be a good field of battle, since he strongly suspected battle it was going to be.
"Come and find me, then," he growled under his breath, an issued but likely unheard challenge.
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 9:39 pm
The soles of his boots crunched on stone as Fulgurite landed, falling into a crouch as his long hair settled behind him. His eyes narrowed.
The signature he felt was close, and thankfully, it wasn't terribly strong. About his level, actually. A bit of a relief there. Taking on someone bigger was a pretty good way to get his a** handed to him, but someone on his level was a chance at victory. Small as that was.
But where were they?
The corrupt squinted as though it would somehow make it easier to sense with whatever inner organ detected energy signatures. It wasn't his eyes, that was for sure...
Cautious, the corrupt leaned forward and dropped from his perch. His lean frame fell the story or two to the ground and landed lightly lightly in a crouch, his annoyingly long hair falling about him in a tangle. ******** this s**t, really. He didn't know who decided that should be a thing. ******** nuisance was what that was...
When he finally stood, he blended back into the shadows by the wall and began slipping down the alley, all senses on high alert. Every nook and shadowed cranny he eyed as he went, trying to pick out where his opponent was hiding. He could feel him getting closer... he had to be just around here.
Aokigahara did his best to breathe quietly as he heard the Corrupt approaching, drawing nearer to his at least temporarily hidden location. He would have to leave it eventually, but that was eventually - for now he could wait in ambush.
Perhaps a distraction would do well. He dismissed his lantern, rather than let its glow give him away, and then he bent, scooping up a rock and throwing it away from himself, letting it clatter on the ground. Hopefully that would draw the Corrupt's attention - and then he would be able to attack from behind, while the Corrupt was searching for him in entirely the wrong place.
It was a good plan. It was a sound plan. It did sort of rely on his opponent making the decision to follow the noise, but that didn't seem like too wild a guess.
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 10:28 pm
The sudden, unexpected clatter froze Fulgurite in his place, green eyes wide.
Focusing in, it was really, really hard to tell if the sound had come from the same direction as the power he had sensed. Fulgurite frowned as he weighed his options. Pursue, or keep on this direction? Was it the page he sensed, or someone (something?) else? Investigate, or ignore?
It was probably youthful impatience that finally decided him. Curiosity that ate at him until he had to go see what the noise was. Stray cat or enemy fighter, he was going to find out for himself. Sliding away from the brick wall he was following, Fulgurite circled around and across the empty space to the other side. He very nearly held his breath as he tried to reduce the noises he was making.
So close... I know you're here, you little order b***h...
An old, broken packing crate bared the way and he sidled around it, hissing when a knot of hair caught on something and ******** b***h..." He hissed under his breath as he freed it, his heartbeat loud in his ears.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Aokigahara untucked himself from his hiding place, watching for his enemy. He caught a glimpse of bright blues, the only color he could see in the dim of the building and the dark of the night, but mostly it was just a shape - young, probably male, taller than Aoki (no surprise), with the endlessly long hair of a Corrupt, and moving in the direction of his distraction.
The Page crept carefully, moving as silently as he could manage, and he was glad his outfit had few unnecessary accoutrements. No bones to drag, no coins to jingle, just long sleeves that might catch, but he had long since learned to maneuver around kimono sleeves.
Once he had eyes on the target, who had paused to disentangle some of that impractical hair from a crate, he abandoned stealth, running forward and aiming to slam his body weight into the Corrupt's back.
Take him down quickly, and then get out. That seemed the best possible plan.
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 11:27 pm
Of course the b*****d would choose the moment his back was turned to launch his attack.
Fulgurite managed to tug the tangle free, leaving a few strands of black and blue hair behind. Before he could recover, he felt a weight come slamming into his back. Pain radiated up his spine as he and his opponent toppled forward, sprawling ungainly across the dirty concrete. It forced the air from his lungs and Fulgurite wheezed as he flopped like a fish. Desperation and, yes, a small amount of fear, had him flailing about with back flung elbows and eel-like writhing.
There was something to be said for super-powered strength at least. Whomever it was on top of him felt like they weighed no more than child as he thrashed and rolled. Dirt flew as hands scraped the rough ground.
"Mother <********>..." Fulgurite gasped out when he managed to get some of his air back. The page signature was everywhere, and he knew this had to be who he'd been hunting. Now though, he had to get out from under him before the guy pounded his head into the ground.
Silk brushed against his bare arms and it was enough to give him something to focus on. Reaching, he grabbed a handful and yanked hard, shoving at the body with his free hand.
So far, Aokigahara thought, his plan was working out fairly well. Perhaps he had been foolish in his initial reluctance to fight - clearly he could do this, and do it well. He would knock this Corrupt out, leave him to take a little nap, and escape. Quick, easy, simple.
Much less simple in practice, because of course the Corrupt was struggling, and he should have expected that, but oh well. He groped for a decent grip on all that ridiculous hair, to use as leverage.
"Be silent," he snarled, low and, he hoped, intimidating. A hand on his sleeve and another at his chest, though, sent him off balance, and though he kept his grip of hair he did roll partially off the Senshi's back. He wanted to swear himself, but he forced down the urge - better to seem calm and collected under fire.
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 12:13 am
In counterpoint, Fulgurite's plan was a great, big, stinking pile right now. This was not how he wanted to go into this.
He got a glimpse of purples and blues on a male figure before that figure managed to fist a hand into his long hair. Which became something of a problem when he shoved and the Page was still attached.
"Shove it up your a**!" Fulgurite snapped as pain lanced through his skull. This was bad, but it wasn't actually all that different than some of the schoolyard spats he'd been in. Rolling around in the dirty... he was used to this. This wasn't highly trained fighters throwing motioned blurred punches, and he liked it that way. It felt more real, at least to him.
"Going to rip your ******** face off..." He growled as he threw a punch at the Page's midsection, the jab short and sharp. He kept his motions quick-like and controlled, trying not to flail and offer openings.
A slightly savage smile crossed Aoki's face. He wanted for a proper weapon, rather than his lantern, but he could do this without, and do it happily. His best chance, now that they were flailing at each other, was probably going to be to try and stand up, rather than rolling around on the floor where he could easily end up pinned and at a disadvantage.
The punch connected with his midsection and he let go, immediately, of the Senshi's hair, starting to push himself to his feet. They were in tight quarters, at least at the moment, but there would be open space he could break for - more area to fight in.
"You can try," he taunted, not, so far, particularly intimidated with snarled and spat threats.
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 12:52 am
As soon as the Page released him, Fulgurite was rolling away. Getting his feet under him, he rocked up into a crouch and growled like an animal, his hair in disarray about him. But ******** that. There were more experienced corrupts who had learned to fight through it. He swore he would learn too.
"Watch me." He snapped as he brought his hands up in front of him. Clenching tight fists, he crossed his arms before his chest. "Spring Water Eruption!"
Water, dark, wet and very cold, exploded from the ground at his feet and lashed out at his opponent. It rushed, as though pouring upwards, and wrapped the short page in an enveloping bubble. An intense, focused expression pulled Fulgurite's features into blankness, but he didn't move from his position.
Only downside to this damn attack... he was frozen while he used it. But, maybe a good dousing in ice water would help give him an edge in this fight.
Sailor Scout Attack: Spring Water Eruption Clenching his fists, he crosses his arms over his chest and holds the pose as he calls his attack. Water bursts up from the earth and the person this magic is being cast on is wrapped in a bubble that is only big enough for them. As long as he can hold his pose, the bubble remains for up to 25 seconds. Distracting or attacking him can break the magic as it takes his focus to hold and the person in the bubble can fight their way out of it, as its a stationary field. The water is phantom water and the person inside can still breathe normally, but the icy cold and feel of the water surrounding them can slow them down and/or drain them of energy like being dropped in a frozen lake. The stronger the opponent, the easier it is to break free and the less it affects them. Can be used three times.
Senshi magic, Aoki was discovering, came in uncountable varieties. Frustratingly, he had none of his own to answer with - not that he would have been able to, because his first response to being suddenly doused in dark, cold water was shock. He didn't even think to struggle, at first, because it was so cold it sank into his bones, and he had to fight his way past that and past the fear of drowning to take a breath and be glad that water did not fill his lungs.
He begin to struggle for the edge of the bubble, realizing that he had to look stupid after all his bravado, but - well. At least he didn't have to hold his breath. That was probably the only thing keeping him going, that he could still breathe and that this magic would end eventually and he would be fine. Chilled, maybe tired, but fine.
He hoped.
Whimsical Blue
Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 3:01 pm
Fulgurite frowned with concentration, watching impassively as the page struggled to break free of his magical water. He held it as long as he could, but eventually energy to sustain it puttered out and the water wavered, finally misting away to release his opponent.
The senshi drew a deep breath, steadying himself, and then he launched himself at the page, a sharp right hook aimed for his face.
He prayed the release of the spell was distraction enough to give him an opening. He desperately needed it and some sort of advantage over his opponent.
Aokigahara landed uncomfortably, when the water released him, and even though it was over, he swore he still felt its chill. He shivered, hard, and he was completely unprepared for the fist that contacted his face. Stupid, stupid, he hadn't planned properly, had let himself get pulled intio a fight he was woefully unprepared for.
He aimed a kick at the Senshi's abdomen, hoping to hit somewhere sensitive, but he was already retreating, looking for a good exit - and as soon as he found one, he bolted, hoping to lose the Senshi in the midst of crates and all the other miscellany around the warehouse.
Whimsical Blue
iii hope that works as a fin for me, sorry for taking 300 years!!!
