Cetus was right in his advice - at his level, never patrol alone. It was too dangerous, risking being attacked or worse. But when others were unavailable for patrol and Themisto was itching to power up, what was a boy to do? Naturally, after learning the hard way, he was much more cautious. Peeking out from alleys, spying up and down stairwells, ensuring no one was around to possibly see him transform. He could only make himself so safe.
Transformation successful, Themisto promptly ditched his wooden shoes in a dumpster and traded them for his trusty, well-loved running shoes. They didn't match his attire in the slightest, but risking a broken ankle while running wasn't something he was willing to do.
That being said, someone on the Chaos side was nearby, projecting a feeling of discomfort and unease towards Themisto when the senshi reached out to sense it. If they were up to no good, wasn't it his job to stop them? Denebola and Kari would surely be proud of him for doing so. Whoever they were, Themisto was at the same power level. Perhaps things would be more evenly-matched? With a gulp, the senshi decided today was the day to... hopefully not fail miserably.
Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 3:37 pm
Annabergite's entire Negaverse career so far revolved around one very important thought:
Don't let General Obsidian down.
The violently redheaded man was his superior officer, after all, and Annabergite was nothing if not a doting lieutenant. Except in order to make sure that he was doing well, he had to actually - well, do things, and those things involved going out patrolling and gathering energy and the like.
Which was what he was currently doing, boots clicking across the rain slicked sidewalk as Annabergite lightly tossed a small ball of energy from one gloved hand to the other, feeling extraordinarily pleased with himself. He was in the process of tucking it away when he felt it - the power signature, white and sterile, floating towards him, curling through his senses.
Annabergite stopped, a frown tugging at his lips, and picked up the pace, passing a building, a closed storefront, and then rounding a corner, catching sight of someone up ahead. A wide smile stretched across Annabergite's face now, replacing the frown.
"Hellllloooo," he crooned, giving a little flutter of his fingers in greeting. "And who might you be?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 5:40 pm
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Themisto didn't expect that, and came to a less-than-graceful halt. If he was wearing his standard-issue geta, the senshi might have broken his leg off at the knee from the sudden stop. Clenching his fists, Themisto wasn't sure what he expected when he saw the Negaverse agent. Twirling fingers and singsong voice made the senshi frown not in disgust, but confusion.
"Uh... I'm Themisto." He tried to sound commanding but probably failed. Standing atop the roof made the lieutenant (that's what they were called, right?) too difficult a target. They needed to be on the same level, so Themisto dropped to the street to approach.
Thank goodness he wasn't Benitoite. Maybe one day, those two would have another run-in. "Who're you, agent? And what're you up to? You grabbin' people's energy?" Again, probably not very threatening, but Themisto was incredibly curious as to why they needed energy. Kari mentioned quotas. What the hell was that about?
Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 7:57 pm
Annabergite knew perfect well how utterly useless the stupid rubber flower was, so he kept it hidden away for the time being. There was no point in making a complete fool out of himself, after all, not when he was trying to do some good in the world.
Like fighting. Or at least, attempting to. Annabergite hadn't entered that tournament for nothing, after all.
"Helllooooo Themistoooooo," he crooned now, drawing out the syllables and letting them flutter around them; a deliberate, bright, almost mocking tone of voice, though Annabergite wasn't actually mocking him. Yet. He grinned, smile wide and white in the dark.
"Me? Energy?" A hand was placed to his chest, a gesture of faux outrage. "Little ole' me? I'm offended by that accusation. Unless you mean..."
But he pulled out the little orb of energy and let it dangle between thumb and forefinger, Annabergite holding it up for the senshi to see. It cast a glow back onto his face, long shadows stretching across his features.
"...this?" he finished airily, and then tucked the energy back away, clicking his tongue.
"Sorry not sorry. This is mine, not yours, darling."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 1:11 pm
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Themisto frowned. This isn't what he expected when he decided to try and stop the first Negaverse officer at his level. He wasn't stupid enough to tussle with someone more powerful than himself, knowing full well that he could easily be killed.
But this guy? This wasn't at all what Themisto was expecting. Curling his fingers into a fist, he seemed shocked to see energy in a coalesced form. Themisto had never seen anything like it, and honestly only imagined Negaverse officers draining people and immediately utilizing the energy taken. He hadn't the slightest idea that energy could be taken and then given a physical form which could he carried around.
Somehow that made Annabergite more horrifying.
The senshi dropped down from the roof and made a run at Annabergite. Maybe he could take the energy and disperse it so the Negaverse couldn't use it for whatever nefarious plans they had. He had to do something!
Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 2:47 pm
Annabergite's heels clicked on the pavement as he swayed ever closer to the senshi, the sensation of sterile and white and bright cluttering his senses, the aura not as powerful as he'd thought they could get - in fact, he would have said it was barely stronger than his own, probably not even that. They were on the same level, then, which was pleasing.
And easier.
He wasn't going to think of that. Or about disappointing Obsidian if he did something stupid like lose.
There was a thud as the senshi dropped in front of him, and Annabergite grinned, his heart fluttering with a mix of anxiety, exhilaration, and adrenaline as he hastily sidestepped the majority of Themisto's initial run. The other's shoulder caught his own, however; he hadn't moved in time, and it spun him around, the impact throbbing as Annabergite hastily regained his footing.
He clicked his tongue reprovingly.
"Not nice," he whined, and lunged forward, aiming a kick at the senshi's side. "Come on, now, don't be a dickweed."
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 6:40 pm
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The kick sent Themisto stumbling to the side, clutching his ribs where heel met tender flesh. Themisto realized his first mistake - being so predictable. The change was way too easy to dodge. He wasn't thinking clearly or strategically. Instead, he was being reckless and the agent was taking advantage of that.
"Says YOU." the senshi spat in return. "I don't steal energy from people!" For what nefarious purpose, Themisto still lacked the answer. He had a sinking suspicion that Annabergite didn't want to give up that information, either.
Themisto wasn't fully trained in martial arts either - he'd only taken a lesson or two from Cetus and had yet to really put this skills into practice. For now, the senshi had to improvise. Slamming against the nearby wall, Themisto used it to push off and gain momentum to attempt grabbing Annabergite by the jacket or the hair. "Give it back to the people you stole from!"
Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:15 pm
Annabergite had, unfortunately, overshot his kick; it had landed, beautifully, but it also meant he'd overbalanced, Annabergite stumbling awkwardly forward, trying to regain his footing once more. He spun around, staggering in the heeled boots, and turned just in time to find the senshi's hands grabbing him by his jacket, twisting in the fabric.
"Ow - ow - stop that!"
Annabergite's hands pried at the other's, attempting to peel him off, a look of annoyance overtaking the flighty, airy one from before. Fingers were in his hair, yanking, and he gave a yelp, pain ricocheting off of his scalp as Annabergite attempted to tug himself away.
"You can't just demand things like that," he snapped, finally managing to tear his head - and probably a few strands of pale hair - free, Annabergite staggering, shaking his head a little as he lifted a hand to massage away the throbbing pain as best he could. "You're not in charge of me."
The senshi's other hand was still grasping his jacket; Annabergite latched onto his wrist, held on tight, and attempted to knee him in the stomach.
Or the groin. Whichever he managed to reach.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 12:23 pm
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Annabergite: 1 Themisto: 0 KO!
This was not going according to plan!
His battle against Epidote was considerably easier and while he could have shot off his attack and potentially scared Annabergite away, what happens if he runs into someone more powerful? He couldn't real so heavily on his magic to get the job done.
However, this lieutenant was scrappy and wily, and witty to boot! The two boys were locked in combat, pulling and scratching at each other as best they could. Themisto didn't want to straight-up punch the guy in the face but figured he would have to in order to get the energy back. "You can't just take things from people like that! What gives you the right?!"
The senshi assumed he was getting the upper hand though found very swiftly that he was sorely mistaken. Annabergite, being the clever lieutenant he was, managed to plant his knee firmly into Themisto's manhood, dropping the senshi like a sac of potatoes. Themisto couldn't even speak above a tortured squeak as he lay in a heap on the ground.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 12:30 pm
Annabergite liked to pride himself on two things.
Well, he liked to pride himself on a lot of things, but two things in particular: namely his charming personality (most of the time) and his ability to fight dirty, because in reality, he was not actually that good of a fighter. But when it came down to things, he would do whatever it took in order to win.
Even if that meant hitting below the belt.
Literally.
Annabergite hopped backwards, breathing heavily, a triumphant expression overtaking his face as he said joyfully, "I can take whateeeever I want, cutie, sorry. I mean, I'm not actually sorry, but hey, you tried, right? It was a good effort nonetheless."
He leaned down and patted Themisto consolingly on the cheek as though comforting a child.
"Maybe next time," he crooned, and then hastily scurried away as fast as he could, just in the off chance that the other would decide to come after him.
