((Set a few days after this Meta rp BUT before April 7th))

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Why was he powered up? Why was he flitting about from roof top to roof top in this ridiculous outfit? Not only that but why was he doing it when he knew it was dangerous and he was alone? His cousin was only a call away, true, and he could handle himself in a fight but not if he was out ranked by too much. There was only so much martial arts could do, as his cousin had pointed out to him once. So why was he out like this?

It was simple, really, he was looking to get home before the rain started and...maybe...just maybe...handle a youma if he happen to sense one along the way. But it was spring and he was hoping to beat the storm clouds that were rolling in - he did did not want to get wet. When he powered down he should have his gym bag, he hadn’t wanted to carry it while powered up, and he would be home hopefully before it started to pour. That was why he was out like this, abusing his power - not that he cared much.

His cousin might scold him for it, he wasn’t honestly sure on all her thoughts and opinions with war related things, but she would never know anyway. When he got home he could put his gym bag away, check on his birds, grab some food and a shower before doing his homework and head to bed. His night - all planned out. It was simple, nothing would go wrong.


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Havasu was drunk… he had likely been drunk ever since that fateful night they had decided to invade the negaverse. But tonight was different, tonight he was drunk and angry. The anger was like a hot coal burning in his belly and it wanted blood, or at least youma dust so when he stumbled out of the bar as a civilian it didn’t take long for him to find a quiet corner and power up. He might be drunk but he wasn’t stupid, it also didn’t hurt that the bar had been in a quiet part of town and it was still fairly early for the partiers to be out and about.

All powered up and raring to go he took off, a lot more recklessly than he should have, it didn’t take him long at all to find a youma and rather than take it slow he just jumped right in. It seemed like a simple dusting but his inebriated state didn’t help anything at all. Rather than dusting the bear he ended up pinned to a tree by the creature, its claws digging into the wood as its hot breath washed over him. “Man, Pooh Bear you need a breath mint.” Hav gagged at the smell. He kicked out with his foot, making the bear roar in anger but not releasing its grip, just as it started to rain. “Oh great… now is not the time for a bath you great furball!” He groused even as he kicked the chaos creature over and over, he really wanted to get down and dust the damn thing already. His buzz was wearing off, but not the mad. That was burning even brighter.



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He had sensed a youma, even as the drizzle started - damn it. Cursing silently he turned away from his set course, home, and headed for the youma he was picking up on. It wasn’t far off, he knew that, what he wasn’t expecting was to also sense a squire. He figured they weren’t likely to need help...but he might as well check just in case.

He knew youma could take many forms, ones a person couldn’t even dream up - unless you were perhaps Tim Burton. But that wasn’t what caught the senshi of kappa’s attention, he understood youma were ugly and shocking in appearance. What surprised him was the squire who was trapped, pinned to a tree, not only did he know them but they were having an issue obviously.

Moving in, on socked feet, Cetus Sent a high kick toward the youma to get it’s attention but he wasn’t done as he switched feet. Hopping onto the foot he had just kicked with he kicked with the other now. The bear like youmas attention on him he moved in with a three finger, beak like, jab to where the throat should be before he was jabbing toward an eye.

“You might want to move away from the tree now.” He called out to the squire.

The movements from him were in a flurry, his uniform thankfully form fitting and without loose sleeves to get in the way. The palm strike for the face was followed by the side of his other hand being aimed for the throat before he repeated the movement. Striking out as quick as he could, golden eyes flickering over to the squire in the hopes they would move to safety. The youma was...for the moment busy being hit. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to catch im off guard though and put distance between them, distance it could use against him. It also didn’t mean the youma wouldn’t lash out at him in retaliation - it surely would.



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The bear roared in anger and turned towards the new threat letting the drunk squire land in the mud forming at the base of the tree. The creature swiped at the senshi even as it backed up, trying to avoid the strikes the green haired fighter used against it. Havasu meanwhile staggered to his feet, “Hey!” He shouted at the senshi, the bear flinched at the unexpected noise. “Hey! That's my youma. Stop hittin it. I’m goina do that.” He stumbled towards the bear who was now torn between the two fighters, and took a swing at the hindquarters of it only to miss by a mile, stumbling into it turning his punch into more of an awkward hug.

The bear reared back on its hind legs and roared again. It took a few shambling steps backwards, tripping over Havasu, only to land on its back with a loud thud before promptly bursting into dust. Coughing and hacking the wet, muddy, and now thoroughly annoyed squire remained spread out on the grass , staring up at the rain clouds as it plastered the youma dust to his body, mixing with the rest of the muck.



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Even as he struck at the bear like creature he took a swipe, he had seen it coming but was unable to avoid the speed. He had not anticipated the speed at which it moved. At claws sliced through his uniform and drew blood, he could feel it well and seep past his skin, Cetus was back up. He would close that distance again, and moved to, only to see the squire aiming to punch it...and wind up hugging it instead. Oh god...he was drunk - he had to be.

Rolling his golden eyes the senshi of kappa was quick in making the motions in order to use his magic against the youma. “Kappa illusion!” He was not going to waste time right now, especially not with a drunken knight ‘helping’. “That is not your youma, your name is not on it and you are not in a position to be fighting.” He stated cooly.

He didn’t get to do anything more, his attack had missed as the youma had fallen over the squire, and he stood there staring. Dumb luck, that’s just what it was...dumb luck. “You need a bath...and to dry out.” He stated as he offered a hand to the other. “Come on, let's get you up and away from here.” Already racking his brain for a place to go in order to help the other, he wasn’t letting the knight out of his sight...not like this. Settling on an idea he nodded to himself.



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It took him a moment, and closing one eye to be able to determine which hand was the real one, for Havasu to bat the offered hand away. “******** off. Smfine.” His words slurred a little as he rolled over and slowly climbed to his feet now fully covered in dirt. Once on his feet he took a few stuttering steps to the side as the ground seemed to rock under him. “I'm fine, I'm fine,” he said over and over even as he careened into a tree and ended up holding on to keep from falling over. A combination of hitting his head from the fight with the youma and the alcohol still pickling his liver was making laying back down on the ground looking better and better. Instead he was able to turn around so he was at least facing the senshi, while leaning against the tree.

“I’m fine. See?” He frowned at the green haired fellow, trying to place where he knew him from but nothing was really coming to mind. Really very little was going through his mind right then other then the need to lay down and the forming anger over the senshi’s interference with the youma. That anger suddenly flamed bright in him as he asked quite belligerently, “Why you dust it! I was doing just fine! Got it right where I wanted it.” He pushed off of the tree and tried to stomp up towards the senshi but more or less wobbled over to him where he promptly tried to shove the other fighter.



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Raising a brow at the other, as his hand was swatted away, the younger male tilted his head and watched the other. Small golden eyes watching the other carefully, cooly. “Yes, I can see how fine you are.” He stated, clearly he didn’t mean those words. “You were not doing so well against that youma.” He had to remind himself that the other seemed older than him, and thus got some respect for that. But he was drunk and not at all able to hold his own against the youma he’d been trying, and failing, at fighting.

“Yes, I can see how fine you are.” He stated, again he clearly did not believe it. Approaching the tree hugging drunken knight he took a step back when the other approached him, angry and raising his voice - lovely. “I didn’t dust it, it dusted when it tripped over you and landed on you.” he stated, stressing that fact it landed on the other and tripped over the other. “You should really refrain from trying to pick a fight with me, it wouldn’t be wise.” He could, likely without the other being drunk, handle him in a fight. Right now...it was like taking on a boyscout, though maybe he shouldn’t think of it in such a way.

“We should get you somewhere.” To dry out...and calm his obvious temper...an angry drunk - just what he needed to deal with while it was pouring.



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Havasu glared at the senshi, his tone was really bugging the squire. It was like the other order fighter thought he could take him on. It was totally lost on the drunk knight that at that moment a child could take him on let alone a trained fighter. Had he been less drunk, and paying attention, he would have seen the strikes that Cetus used against the youma and realized that the senshi knew how to fight. Picking a fight with him was ill advised but right then he wasn’t in his right mind. He was inebriated and annoyed. A fight was just what he wanted.

“Yeah well you still stuck your nose where it don’t belong. Don't need no help. Don't need nothin.” Shaking his head to get the long dirty blond hair out of his eyes, his hat was lost somewhere in the gloom long before Cetus ever showed up, Havasu wobbled slightly as the ground continued to move even after he stopped moving his head. “Don’t need no one.” That last comment was said with more than a touch of sadness but that was quickly burned away by the anger that had him growling and trying to tackle the senshi. He wanted to feel something other than sadness and right then the anger burning bright in his belly was working just fine for him.



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He wanted to correct him, tell him that obviously he needed someone - especially right now. He also had needed the help, or as he put it someone sticking their nose where it didn’t belong. Really he was just too drunk to realize these things though - idiot. Instead of correcting the other he found himself side stepping a tackle and turning, so he faced the others back.

“Let’s end this then, shall we.” And he moved his fingers, still kept neatly together, to strike at the back of the others neck while he went up on one foot. His other foot, the right, kicking at the back of a knee in a short quick motion. He would end this nonsense and drag the knight off somewhere. Clearly he was a hazard to himself…



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As Havasu stumbled forward he tried to correct his forward lunge and not doing a very good job at it. The senshi had easily sidestepped his attack which made him that much angrier but before he could do much more then go a few steps past he was struck on the back of the neck.

His surprised yelp was muffled by the gasp as a swift kick to the back of his knee sent him face first into the wet grass. Hav struggled to get back up for a moment but the ground was just not cooperating. Finally he just flopped back down on the grass with a sigh, the side of his face cradled by the wet ground. His eyes drifted closed and his breathing evened out as he finally passed out. Even the anger couldn't keep him on his feet anymore.

A soft snore escaped him even as the hold on his transformation faded leaving him dirty, soaked, and smelling of whiskey in battered jeans, tshirt, and jacket.


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Bending down, to check on the knight, he was surprised to hear a soft snore. That snore was followed by a crack of thunder, which had chased a flash of lightning. Sighing the teenager went to shift the other's body about so he could pick the knight up and cradle him in his arms. At least he wouldn’t attract attention now, as the knight was now in civilian clothing.

Powering down as well Fai stared down at the other before deciding it was time to get them someplace safe, someplace not wet and cold. Not knowing where the other lived and not wanting to ask his cousin and drag her into things he headed for his own family home while carrying the other in his arms bridal style.

The walk was...long - longer than it should be. But when he got home he had to get buzzed in as he couldn’t get his keys out to let himself into the apartment building. He also had to get someone to let him into the apartment. Explaining to his mother that this was a friend of his...who was drunk and had been attacked. He didn’t like to lie to his parents but he had no choice. His mother seemed to understand, as did his father, and he was helped down the hall to his own room. Dumping the other male onto his bed he went to remove his shoes and socks as well as shirt and jeans - he was not going to let the other get sick or let his bed get wet.

Once he had to other tucked into his own bed he went to take a hot shower himself before rolling a bed out onto his bedroom floor. Feeding his birds, changing their water, he set about going to bed himself. “You better behave in the morning…” He grumbled, knowing the other wouldn’t hear him.