Draining was, in some respects, draining. Halloween night provided very little stimulation insofar as aggressions went; he and Xenotime spend the evening without much interruption. He almost expected it now, given how averse the White Moon had been to Negaverse practices of late, but sometimes no interruptions came. It sounded asinine to want an interruption, but anyone who spent their time in the organization had to know how boring the whole draining scheme got. Even if they needed the energy, it would’ve been nice to make the practice a little less mundane.
As the evening drew late, the incidence of drunks rose. They tottered through streets, sometimes pausing to dry heave from their overindulgence, and most of them wore costumes to indicate the adult side of the Halloween festivities. Ochre hardly understood any of it, but a man bent over and retching dry meant an easy target for some quick energy. Toasted teens and young adults fostered less energy than small children, however, and he found that he drained some of them unconscious.
Well, they were mostly bench fodder anyway.
For the moment, Ochre took a seat next to his passed-out victim. With a cringe, Ochre planted his hand to the man’s face and pushed it away from him so he couldn’t see the long strings of drool. The orb in his hand, brilliant and purple, looked sizable from the night’s duties. He could fetch more, but that might leave the guy dead. No, that’d turn out badly. Ochre decided he’d take a break for the moment before moving on to somewhere else, in hopes of finding better energy.
Besides, maybe the night still promised something interesting.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2016 4:12 pm
Kavinsky was irritable.
He hated the holidays, especially ones where people had a tendency to get shitface. Dealing with drunk strangers who tipped like s**t was one of the Russian's least favorite activities. Someone had spilled warm beer all over him when he'd been collecting glasses and cleaning up and now he smelt like cheap booze on top grease and industrial strength soap.
His shift ended an hour after it was supposed to, which left him with even less time to sleep than usual.
Like every night before, he indulged himself in one thing and let magic sweep through him to make his commute quicker.
He really, really wanted to get home and crash but, because he was still getting used the whole super power things, he turned a corner and stumbled upon a man with long red hair holding a glowing orb. "For the love of - " he hissed under his breath, the rest in incoherent russian. "I'm gonna need you to back off. I'm in a bad mood and I really don't have the patience for this."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 9:51 am
A senshi arrived, and Ochre inwardly complimented the convenient timing. He felt like a basic, looked like something out of a comic book (but then again, so did he), and spoke as if he was already inconvenienced by the sight of him. So Ochre tucked the orb away, down into his sleeve for safe-keeping. „Back off from what?“ He asked honestly.
„If you’re talking about draining people, this guy’s had all the draining he could take.“ Ochre gave the collapsed man another robust push to indicate his non-response. „And, I mean, all the other drunk people are kinda done with this anyway. I’m not gonna get much energy out of them, either. And it’s not like my quota will understand if I fall short.“ You guys did a lot of damage, you know.
Ochre stood then, and walked out to the middle of the street. His nose wasn’t bleeding this time, and he was glad for this. „I’m like, a little sympathetic, you know? Even if you guys don’t deserve it. So I’ll tell you what. If you don’t want a fight, you can go around this street. Go far enough away that we can’t feel each other and go wherever you’re going a different way. If you stay in my range, I’m gonna take your starseed.“
Worst case scenario, Ochre figured, was that they matched each other in strength and the guy had some shitty, useless magic to copy. Could he take him then? Maybe - but it wasn’t like the White Moon was after his starseed in return.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 10:53 am
The only upside to the holiday was that people didn't look his way twice and assumed that he was dressed up for some sort of festivity. It helped him feel a little less cranky about his bright orange spandex shorts. Whatever cosmic power thought this was a cute joke would eventually get a fist to their face if he could manage it.
But, upon looking at the senshi with weird and dark swirling energy he was only now registering (because really, ******** this magic noise and all these things he didn't understand) he was grateful that he had some sort of pants. The other guy didn't, so at least there was that.
"If this is your version of trick or treating, then I'm going to have to insist that you give the man the treat back." He had no idea if like, breaking the orb would return the energy stolen back to the man but he figured it was a fair enough demand.
His arms folded over his chest and his eyes narrowed into a glare, it was hard to say if he was posturing or merely unimpressed by the other dude. "I'd like to see you try."
Icarus knew how to fight, he'd been doing it all his life.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 8:24 pm
Ochre raised his brows at the senshi’s insistence. In all honesty, he never encountered a senshi that made that demand of him, and he knew not how to answer. Off-guard now, he fidgeted from foot to foot. „Uh, sorry guy, it doesn’t… really work that way. And like, I’m not saying ‚oh screw you I won’t do it‘, but uh, there’s just… No way to give it back. I mean, normal people can’t just use the energy and get it back…“ Ochre scratched his neck nervously.
Man, I already feel like I should walk away from this. But I can’t really walk away from this.
„Well, okay,“ he answered back at last, and focused on casting the magic that he knew. A single white wisp of energy floated toward the senshi, threatening to touch him if he didn’t move.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Sheikh's Prayer Range: 8 feet Number of targets: 1 Duration: Variable Number of casts: 3 Ochre extends his palm out and a pentagram forms just beyond his raised hand. It glows, and a spirit-shaped energy curves and swirls out at quick speed in a straight line. Once struck, the enemy experiences mild cold-oriented damage (i.e. light skin abrasions and irritation) along with a sense of doom and cold sweat. Lasts 10 seconds. Can be dodged and interrupted.
If hitting a SENSHI... The senshi incurs no damage and no repercussions from being hit. However, Ochre is afterward allowed to cast one iteration of one of the magic attacks, up to the equivalent to his level. For example, if Sailor Ochre strikes Sailor Iris with his attack, he will only be allowed to cast one iteration of her Iris Rainbow Ribbon attack. His ability to make this one cast lasts for a 20 second window.*
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 10:35 am
In his defense, Icarus knew very little about what the Negaverse was or wasn't capable of. For the most part, his experience with them was minimal, having dealt with more youma than agents and despite her efforts, Indivar could not convince her reluctant human to give more than two shits about this intergalactic pseudo-war.
"Either way, don't think I'm letting you leave with that." Why it was his business, he didn't really know but he was grouchy and maybe a good ol' fashioned fist fight was right up his alley of needs.
He'd moved forward, only to attempt to shift to the side when the dude without pants sent a wisp his way. It didn't look harmless, but he wasn't going to take chances if he could. It still managed to skim his shoulder right as he pulled back an arm and he froze.
The hair on his arms stood on end and his skin prickled like he'd been out in the cold for too long. Oh, he didn't like that.
Stupid magic.
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]What the hell? Ochre knew the damage was already done to the guy on the bench, he explained it properly to this senshi, and yet the guy insisted that he wasn’t about to leave with his bounty. Now that was just spiteful.
„Well, you should,“ Ochre quipped back indignantly. „Not like you can do anything with it either. Why can’t you guys just go back to your planets and leave us alone?“ This man wasn’t the first to meddle, but Ochre would be damned if he let this senshi get away with stealing his energy orb. Besides, the difference in their respective strengths should be all he needed to win this fight.
Or, well, he’d have to call on Porsha for help.
He watched his attack barely graze the man, and he wondered if he could still swipe his magic. The foreign impulse flooded to mind, and Ochre knew to open his palm. He did so as he watched the sailor approach, and a feather laid across his skin. „What?“ Ochre objected irritably. „What am I supposed to do with this? It’s just a feather! Scout, your magic sucks!“ He forsook the feather and leapt toward his adversary instead; he’d have a better time of it trying to punch the guy out since both their attacks were worthless here.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 10:41 am
He didn't know what the hell the redhead was talking about and a flicker of confusion passed across his face before it smoothed out to his mean, resting face. "I don't know what you've been smoking, but you should ween off of it." As far as Icarus was concerned, the other dude was talking crazy.
Earth was the only planet he'd ever known and there was no way he was letting some weird energy draining freak try and tell him otherwise.
Ochre complained about whatever he'd stolen from Icarus and it made the man smirk slightly as the weird feeling passed and he continued forward, sandals slapping against the ground. "******** if I know what it does," he snorted, just before he pulled his arm back and thrust a fist forward as he was lunged at.
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While Ochre had zeal, he lacked the skills to back it up. Lately jumping into battle proved easy, but going through the motions of actually fighting someone - regardless of rank, he noticed - he fell short by a mile. As someone who grew up frequently ill, Slate sucked a league of donkey balls at most physical activities.
This did not change upon joining the Negaverse.
He realized this once again when fist connected with face and Ochre’s own inertia worked against him. In fact, the hit worked to clothesline him in a way, and Ochre fell back and skidded on his a** a good six inches. It stung, his face pounded with the swelling of a fresh hit, and blood erupted from his nose. „Ow,“ he managed as he bit back the catastrophe. There wasn’t time to sit around and hold his nose; he needed to get to his feet as soon as possible and return the injuries he received.
But from his vantage point, which felt exactly ankle high, the first and most obvious choice made was to grab his assailant’s ankle and pull, hoping to lay the guy flat on his face. If that didn’t work, well, there was always biting his exposed calf.
Maybe he’d make Xenotime proud someday, but today was not that day.
Tomorrow wasn’t either.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 11:58 pm
He did not have any formal training when it came to brawls, but Icarus had started enough of them and been the victim of misplaced anger during his various times in juvie that he was confident in his ability to hold his own. While baba had always frowned upon his schoolyard fights and how he'd always turned towards punching and kicking when angry, it had always been the way he handled things.
One day, he'd give Ellis a heart attach over it. Hopefully, today would not be that day.
His punch connected successful and the hints of a smug grin were on Icarus's mouth. Until his leg was quite literally yanked out from beneath him. In his surprise, he hit the ground and only managed to kick out once before he hit the ground with an, "oof."
Being on the ground was bad and he hurried to get back on his feet, kicking at Ochre as he scrambled out of reach so he could stand up.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 9:35 am
Ochre’s face still hurt like it damn near broke. Blood spilled out of his nose at a quick clip, and he tired of the smell. Breathing through his mouth sucked, too, as he could taste it after a while.
When he got the man off-balance and onto the ground, Ochre scrambled to try to climb on top of him. The kick struck his thigh, which hurt less than the fist, but he was certain it’d bruise the next day. What he needed now was a quick victory - a starseeding that went off without a hitch. And, since the senshi was already eating the ground, Ochre needed only climb up his legs and reach in for the prize.
Which was simple in theory, but difficult in practice.
The senshi attempted to squirm away abruptly, which prompted Ochre to double his efforts. In any way possible, he tried to climb onto the man’s thighs and sit to hinder him. „******** sake,“ he muttered through the blood, „sit still.“ Pulling starseeds from regular people is way easier than this. Stupid senshi. Ugh. This is going to suck.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 3:15 pm
He'd nearly been in a position to get to his feet when the other dude managed to get atop his thighs. "Sorry Red, you're not my type," Icarus snarled, hips bucking in an attempt to knock Ochre off before he was grappling with the hands trying to reach for his chest.
What the hell was this guy doing?
Icarus sure as hell didn't know, nor did he want to find out, so he threw another punch and in case that failed, he shoved the flat of his palm forward and towards the dude's face.
"Get off!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:22 am
“It’s business, not pleasure,“ Ochre responded quickly. Concentrating long enough to thrust one’s hands through a body cavity proved difficult for him at any time, and doing so under pressure was even worse - Ochre hesitated for several long moments before he tried to pass his hand through the other man’s chest.
It’s not that hard, he reminded himself. Don’t think about it. Just do it.
Don’t think about-
Ochre swept his fingertips beyond cloth and skin and bone, but the senshi struck his face and sent him toppling off the guy. He felt the space where his starseed was, but hardly reached the starseed itself. Smarting, Ochre rubbed his face and shook his hand out. One stung, the other tingled numbly. Already he tired of this. You too, buddy. He aimed a forceful kick between the legs of the fallen senshi. It was about all these boots were good for, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:34 pm
"Business doesn't include you atop me," Icarus snapped, thrashing a little more as the redhead seemed intent on touching his chest. He didn't understand the motivation behind it, but he knew that he didn't want whatever the dude was trying to do to happen.
It was worse when those fingers went past his chest and he found himself a little breathless, heart thrashing against his ribs. Adrenaline was coursing strong and high in his veins when his method's worked. Relief settled in the spaces of his spine as he pulled himself into a ball, narrowly avoiding the kick to his groin.
With aching muscles, Icarus pulled himself to his feet, backing up slightly. <******** this," he grumbled, spitting at the corrupt's feet before twisting on his heel and taking off.
