Beating a hasty retreat cross town to avoid pursuit did not mean not having fun while doing it. Breathless, but clear, Haüyne 'Woop-woop-woop-woop'-ed like the ordeal of escaping Duhr was done within a Stooges black and white short. At least for a few blocks. Then panting took over. Checking over shoulder for when they'd escaped pursuit, and then relocating a bead on Scholomance's aura to cross to where he was and pace along side him.
Grinning. Like they were in line for the bumper cars. "Got enough juice in there for one more tonight? Then I'll let you get some winks or whatever you moonlight at."
They were coming to some parks that acted as the divide between middling and unfortunate neighborhoods. The usual use of trees, artificial ponds, paved walks and grass to try to impose social space and propriety. Parks were big business in patrol grounds, and there was already another aura close enough that the Super Corrupted could feel it. And turned, to intercept, "Once more into the breech, dear friendo! No regroup after this! Just run for the hills when I yell Potato!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:34 am
Scholomance lacked all of Haüyne's exhilaration from the act, and instead found mostly exhaustion. Only a few days passed since his last visit to his wonder, and the residual thrumming in his blood alerted him to the persevering presence of the poison in his body. His leg began to ache for its use, the rest of his body ached for the use of his magic, and Scholomance found himself growing quite cranky from staying up so late in the night. While it was Thursday, he still liked to sleep once in a while.
"Whatever you need," he answered between pants. Scholomance paused temporarily to lean over, and huffed a few more times. "I'm not supposed to have a say in this, remember? Captive audience and all that." He supposed he should be grateful for the consideration he was given, as Scholomance was certain Haüyne would go on hunting senshi for centuries. The offer of a break to sleep would not normally apply.
Finally Scholomance resumed walking, though he could not match the senshi's gait for its stubborn spring. Absently he massaged his hip where muscles knit tight with scar tissue. It helped somewhat. "Wait, does it have to be Potato? What about shouting something I'm a little more act to recognize, like c**k or something? Wait, are you listening? Ugh…" Already the corrupted senshi was off on another mission, and Scholomance crossed into the street to follow her. Dealing with this one felt like an impossible feat without a little illegal drug use to keep him perked along the way. He hoped that this affair accounted for the last time they would find themselves together.
So off he went, past the initial trees and the false lake into the depths of the park, where brilliant blue and red stood out sharply against their muted surroundings.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 11:24 am
For all of her cautioning against going alone, Denebola seemed apt to ignoring her own, well-put, advice. But, she had woken in the middle of the night with a sense of restlessness under her skin. There were two men, a knight and a squire, she could have woken and asked for them to join her, but they'd been through too much in the last few months for her to feel like bothering them. There was always Arisnoe, Corvus, or Altais that she could have called upon but for one reason or another she hadn't.
Her feet had led her to the park, the chilling night air leaving goosebumps on the expose skin of her arm and thighs. Not for the first time, the redhead wished that she had a warmer fuku or that the nights themselves were less brisk.
Grass crunched beneath her feet as she walked, hints of frost touching the blades. She could feel the pulse of chaotic energy with in her senses, blue and green eyes drifting across the open expanse of the park to see the brilliant blue and red that stood out so starkly in the night air. Immediately, Denebola's spine went rigid and her hands made fists.
Somewhere, she could feel the pulse of an aura she wasn't quite familiar with. It felt like Celsus's did, so she assumed it was knightly, but what did that mean.
Head held high, she stepped towards the corrupt. "Cold night for a walk, don't you think?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 10:12 pm
Scholomance was talking about body parts, which really weren't as interesting as delicious, delicious potatoes. Definitely Potato. Definitely going to try to find a Wendy's after this was said and done and get some late night fries. As long as it was still early enough to get the dining room, cause cars. Drive-Throughs. Maybe Sheetz, or WaWa or other kinda late night, on-order 24/7 joint would be better.
Senshi. Enemy. RIGHT!
Dignity be damned! Where the White senshi was only stepping, Haüyne was careening. She asked a question with some sass to it, but the Corrupted Super of Execution made an answer by breathlessly not-stopping to politely trade witticisms and just driving headlong for the senshi.
Feet pounding the dead winter grass with magic's speed and a lung to TRY TO BODY CHECK THE CRAPOUTTA THISSENSHI.
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This was about to go badly.
Scholomance watched with a cringe as the super senshi presented herself. He knew with some certainty now that Haüyne reacted to anything with full speed ahead, consequences be damned so if this senshi wasn't looking for a fight, she had no choice but to receive one. He couldn't even offer her a warning, either, because Haüyne charged for her as soon as reaction allowed. The storm of flailing twigs struck off at maximum velocity, so he hoped the other senshi thought fast.
Scholomance himself strolled forward compared to the veritable hurricane. His job would be easy for a few seconds until after the other senshi released her magic. He could hang back, take some insults for not helping the White Moon, and then likely get bitched at for backup by his current overlord.
So, while he waited, the knight pulled a cigarette and struck a shitty Bic lighter to life for a quick smoke. They'd get to the goods soon enough.
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Denebola didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't for the corrupt to come barreling at her, full speed. Unfortunately, for her, her reaction time was not what it should have been. Despite her attempt to more or less scramble out of the way, but because of the proximity, she was forced to take the near full brunt of the bodycheck.
Her wedges did her no good when she attempted to dig her heels in and stop herself from being driven backwards.
Instead, she was forced back, hands reaching blindly for whatever she might be able to grip.
So this is what it feels like... She thought as she hit the grass.
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"Not walkin', CRUISIN'" The rejoinder came exuberant as limbs flailed to reclaim balance and remain standing another couple feet beyond the point of impact where Denebola lay. Haüyne gave an over-dramatic salute. "For your bruisin', Moonie. You got a name sexypants?"
This senshi really was a total cutie- sidetail with red hair and a great keyhole in the uniform to show off. "Cause you're just what I was lookin' for. Pony up quick or you'll beheaded for an accident!"
With the lotus ornament in the hair ...is it some sort of flower magic? But then so much green and yellow...I'm not sure. Gonna be cool, though. Solid enough feel before physics took 'er down with those shoes. Got my backup though, with Teh YOLO. Shouldn't get toooooooo lit up. Got this. We got this. Yeah!
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Momentarily winded by the force of the her fall and the impact, Denebola's head spun as she tried to catch her breath. Whomever this senshi was, they were an odd one and she squinted at them in response to their salute. Warily, the senshi climbed to her feet, fingers flexing against her skirt as she eyed the corrupt.
"Isn't it polite to off your name first before asking for someone else's?" She quipped, trying to hide the harsh swallow as her pulse beat rapidly. Fighting wasn't something she was unaccustomed to, it came with the territory but something about her opponent was strange - off.
But she had no idea why, only that it unsettled her slightly. "You're gonna have to be more specific and I'm going to decline the invitation." Denebola took a cautious step back, suddenly worried that she'd bitten off more than she could chew. Again.
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"Haüyne the MACHINE, Sexypants. And decline all you want, but you'll end up just as dead and tired whether you're facing to or from me! " And so darned polite, too. Ain't this one got them manners n'shiz to take home to Mama. Not that I really know who Mama be, so Bus would have to do. If we were both up for sharing, I guess. Eh. But what a find, what a fine fine-d. I wonder I wonder, if Yolomance takes a liking?
The Left-hand two forefingers drew nails along the red dagger of the right wrist succinctly, accompanied loud and clear, "By the Sword! Catch!"
And a longsword formed of blood drawn out in the instant was grasped and hurled end over end at the odd-eyed senshi.
How many people go in for the whole shortshort skirts and ruffle things these days? Ha, he'd look fun in a purple and black number. I wonder if that's allowable in giving him orders.
Sailor Scout Attack: By the Sword! How it Works. Sandrine drags two nails of one hand along the 'wrist' dagger of the other hand, then summons out from there a thin sword of magical blood. Range. The sword acts as a projectile, throwing no more than 15 ft. Duration. Instantaneous (like magic missle) Damage Summary. The sword makes surface-wounds; it is not corporeal enough to be used to inflict stabbing wounds in any way. In the case of blows that are thin-skinned areas (like the neck), the 'surface area wound' only still applies! It leaves deeper wounds on an arm than it would at the neck or under an arm where it might become OP by cutting an artery. More severe damage is only allowable by other player's consent and preference. Weaknesses. It takes practice to aim the projectile, as it doesn't have the benefit of an aiming position like a bow. An enemy that blocks it with their weapon dispels it. Frequency of Usage. Twice a battle
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Oh hell. Scholomance's cringe grew wider; His shoulders hitched up, he leaned back enough to nearly catch his own notice, and listened to the Very Loud Conversation emanating from psychopathic chaperone and morose moon senshi. The attackee sounded hesitant — rightfully so, Scholomance figured, with all that the executioner was — but not so wilted as to avoid attacking. Unlucky for her that magic was coming her way.
Magic that Scholomance was going to watch hurl through the air, a perfectly impossible blood sword, large enough and sharp enough to make one wonder if a fatality happened, if someone needed a hospital, and there it went toward that other senshi with all the grace of a flattened deer.
Can't be too much longer now. Do my part and get out of here, quick as I can. Bonus points if I can stay forgettable enough that no one comes down on me for this later. Peering, he waited for his cue.
