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 Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2017 11:11 am
He didn't do this much... and every time he did, it reminded him why. Sure the whole powering up gig made him feel stronger than he did when not powered up, but it also... Well the power boost felt like cheating when he was still huffing and puffing his way through lifting weights to demonstrate that he wasn't going to fall over and lapse into a coma at a moment's notice, and also... it was much harder to appreciate powers when they came with the terror inducing prospect that other people with powers, who might be stronger than you... would probably try and kill you for using them. Except apparently for Laverna, who had made a very... acrobatic introduction that was still seared into his memory in only the way hot people doing unexpected plunges flips and splits were going to. ...He'd tried imagining Lucas doing any of that, given that Lucas was also smoking hot, but it had devolved into giggling above inevitable faces of discomfort and heart boxers. Besides, Lucas was half the reason he was out here, doing this. One of those people had already almost killed him, and he, personally, didn't have so many friends he could just let some blond harpy off one of them. Besides, Luc owed him a night where someone else was the designated driver, and they both had to be alive for that. Which was part of why he was getting a bit... edgy. He could feel another power signature, that weird -knowing- feeling that was ... He didn't know quite how to describe it. Like knowing you aren't alone in a dark room but... more. Like that crossed with a sense of vague distance and scale, and whoever they were, they were close. But apparently that didn't come with a helpful hallucinatory radar blip or anything. Just the sensation that they were -close-. A nice hot versus cold game with your neck on the line. He summoned the crook, for all the comfort the dry curved staff could provide, and finally decided to call bluff on the situation, rather than start peering under cars and on top of awnings. "OK I know you're there. Stop ******** around... everyone within a block radius has probably already started dialing to make sure their insurance covers crazy costume people."
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:04 pm
Gadolinite had not been a senshi long; but it was long enough that he knew the ropes by now. He knew how to drain energy, he knew what the power signatures meant - auras that were stronger than his, the same as his. The unbearably sterile cleanliness of the Order side of things, so much so that it almost reminded him of being in a hospital.
It was vile. The Order side, that was. But Gadolinite's desire was less for outright violence and more just for more of what he could already have. Outright violence was fine, if it came to that; but he would prefer to figure out the best way to manipulate and turn situations to his best advantage, and most of the time that came from figuring out his enemy, rather than speaking with his fists.
Just like now.
Gadolinite could feel the power signature - Order, of course - wafting towards where he stood, leaning with his back against the brick wall of a tall manufacturing building that made some sort of construction supplies or something, Gadolinite hadn't bothered to find out. He was smoking - he was always smoking - and he hadn't made a move to come out just yet.
At least not until he heard the angry shout. Gadolinite's lips curved up into a smile around his cigarette, and he pushed off from the wall, taking his time, because there was no need to rush. He stepped out from the shadowy alcove and onto the street, long, dark hair a cascading river of black down his back, Gadolinite folding one arm around his waist, the other taking the cigarette out, smoke blowing up into the air as he exhaled.
"Evening," he said airily, as though he had little to care about in the world than insurance claims and crazy costumes. "And vhat is your name?"
Gadolinite's gaze flickered up and down the other's outfit with a certain amount of undisguised, mocking amusement.
"Nice cane."
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 3:25 am
His initial snide response was going to be something along the lines of 'nice look yourself, Riverdance', but he pulled up short on that one because apparently he was looking at a ******** zombie or something.. "...What the ******** dude. Apparently when you said you needed that smoke like a hole in the head you meant it..." He had a powerful urge to try and poke one of those holes with his stick, but they were strange and absurdly dark, not the meaty, gory pit they should probably be. And cracked around the edges like he had bone or porcelain instead of flesh. "s**t man, if you needed a smoke that bad I'd have lent you one." He added, raising an eyebrow sharply, keeping his crook between himself and this... bizzare and snarky undead. And the accent. Oh man. Oh if he didn't have to worry about the guy outright ripping out his plumbob he could make so many jokes. So. Many. "Nether Wallop." He finally decided to parcel out instead. "Which if there is any justice in the universe means yours is something like Riktatorship, or Voodoodadite."
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 11:54 am
Gadolinite's smile drew out longer, a pleased smirk as he rested his elbow on the arm that was wrapped around his waist, propping his hand with the cigarette up by his face. The expression he wore was a calm, assessing one tinged with amusement as he said, "Vhat is it that you seem to be afraid of? There is nothing wrong vith my appearance."
Spoken with a perfect and delighted understanding of the fact that he had cracked spaces in his forehead and chest, the former less visible, but the latter made obvious by the uniform that encircled it. Gadolinite deliberately let his gaze rake up and down the man's uniform again, then placed the cigarette between his lips.
"Nether....Vallop...." he said slowly, ghosting out a breath of smoke that wafted through the chill air. "Vhat exactly are you?"
The smirk stretched into a grin, bright and entertained.
"I am Gadolinite. You are not one of us."
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 4:12 pm
"Yeah no, and thank god for that because damn man... I'd never stop poking at that s**t. I mean damn if I had a pea shooter or something..." He pantomimed blowing things at the holes. "Man it is killing me I don't have a way to get a sound bite out of you. I reallllllly want to ask you to do some quotes from Bond. You are... man you've got hair like one of those style your own barbies, you look like someone tried to double tap a river-dance zombie and failed... and you talk like a Bond extra. I keep waiting for smoke to come out of those holes. That is a design failure right there. That would really make it." He wrinkled his nose and made a disproving noise at this obvious oversight. "What do you think I am, Goldfinger?" Honestly it was probably the wrong villain, but meh, Octopussy wouldn't cut it, and From Russia with Love wasn't snappy enough. "OBVIOUSLY I'm little Bo Peep's second cousin." He waved an arm to indicate his attire, bolstered by his own jokes and lack of being dead. "Just kidding. That b***h got written out of the will ages ago. Never calls, never writes... definitely never shows up to family gatherings. She's a real black sheep don't ya know."
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 9:30 am
Gadolinite's smirk was fierce and deliberately knowing.
"You should not stick fingers in places not belonging," he said airily, but there was a spark to his eyes, glittering with a barely concealed amusement. "And I am not Bond, or from Bond movie. Or a zombie, I do not think. There are plenty of places for smoke to come out."
Now that he thought of it, why didn't smoke come out of the cracks in his skin? It was sort of entertaining, considering this. Gadolinite shook his head, a bark of laughter escaping him.
"Not Goldfinger," he said, and dropped his cigarette, using the toe of his boot to grind it into the ground below, crushing the ashes under his sole. "Does this mean I can call you Bo Peep?"
He was still grinning, wide and obviously entertained.
"Vhat does cane do? Are you going to gather sheep?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 3:04 pm
"If that floats your boat, I mean ******** what's Bo Peep compared to Nether Wallop? And I mean it fits, I seem to have misplaced my herd. Unless I'm supposed to be chasing around a bunch of empty headed self destructive idiots and breaking their legs as necessary to keep them from hurling themselves down a wolfs jaws so hard I've gotta Heimlich the wolf." He stroked his chin slightly, twirling the crook in his other hand. "I mean something tells me you're the one huffing and puffing. And everyone's pretty familiar with the term Sheeple these days. That sound... more or less accurate there? Or are you just chilling around catching a smog stick between takes for your pantine commercial? Or maybe old Spice? I mean no offence but I don't think you're gonna be able to fill in for the "I'm on a horse" guy... except maybe for the extreme piercing crowd." He made another vague gesture at the cracks and holes, still trying to figure what the hell was up with that? Was the guy just... powered up at all times? Was that it? Did he get broken and stuck in that state? "I mean I could do a little soft shoe but it's a bit unwieldy for a good cane spin." He did an soft couple steps in place, the wraps around his feet making a soft scuffing noise at their loudest.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 3:18 pm
He did have to admit that Nether Wallop was sort of a mouthful. Gadolinite's smirk was still on his face, amusement in his voice as he said, "Are you speaking of Order? Because they are sheep from vhat I can tell. Hurling themselves into a wolf's jaws."
It was a pretty accurate representation, Gadolinite thought. Another laugh escaped him.
"I am not huffing, but if you vant I can show you a better way to use cane," Gadolinite purred, as he stepped forward, swaying a little, his dark hair dragging behind him, long and sleek. "And it is not 'soft shoe.' I vould apologize, but..."
He gave a shrug of his shoulders, one arm drawing back, the other lifting, fingers folding as though he was notching an invisible arrow into an invisible bow. Gadolinite's arms rose, his grin widening.
"But I don't vant to," he said airily, and fired.ryuthulhu Poison Arrow - Gadolinite draws back a pretend bow (there is no actual weapon; just going through the motions) and "fires" off a bright strand of light directed at the opponent. When it makes contact, the opponent will feel a sensation of burning and discomfort. There is no physical change; it's merely an illusory feeling that lasts fifteen seconds and then fades. Two uses.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 4:51 pm
He skipped slightly backward when Gadolinite moved forward. but apparently not fast enough, as a blast of light fired toward him at close range, hitting him in the upper arm as he started to heft the crook in what he had hoped would be a threatening, warning gesture. He only had a second to wonder what the hell had just happened before it hit, and it... It absolutely sucked. His arm -burned-, like getting a flu shot full of... he wasn't sure what exactly to compare it to. Bleach? Arguably he could declare it wasn't worse than some of the bludgeoning he'd gotten in high school when he wasn't fast enough, but man, he didn't know if it was going to do anything else and he had no idea how the hell he'd done it. He got a stick and this guy got laser pain arrows? He'd kind of guessed he was in for something, because man he'd gotten a dump truck of sass in... but man... Way to go universe. Thanks for that. "Sucks for you then, cause I'm not a sheep I'm a ******** Shepard you displaced high school thug." He didn't have anything else, so he just swung the crook, not aiming for the face (though damnit it did nothing for the pain to be swinging around) but to try and slam it across the raised wrist from the bow draw. Man if he could get his hands on that rediculous hair he could maypole the sucker with it or something but =ow=.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 8:28 pm
He was endlessly pleased by the contact of his magic to the - whatever he'd said he was, Gadolinite wasn't sure other than not being a senshi. The success thrummed in his veins, the expression on his face one of the utmost smugness as Gadolinite started to lower his arms.
"Your insults are childish," he informed the man, because they were, and that entertained him too. The sudden swing of the shepherd's crook towards him made Gadolinite try and duck, but he wasn't fast enough, the hit aimed too well. The top of it caught his wrist just as he was pulling it away, and he let out a hiss of pain, jerking himself away, stumbling a little.
"Ow."
There would certainly be a bruise tomorrow, no doubt. Gadolinite pressed fingers to his reddening wrist, flashing a look across at Nether Wallop, sharp eyebrows raised as he lifted his chin imperiously. A glittering look of barely concealed annoyance and amusement flickered across his face, the latter overtaking the former within seconds.
"You haff guts, I see," he said, and smiled. "But you are all bark and no bite."
With that, he lunged, swinging a fist, aiming at the other's jaw.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 6:44 am
Wallop was... fairly familiar with getting walloped. Enough to know roughly how much getting socked in the jaw was going to hurt for both of them, and by god, he hoped his new friend Giggles the Murder Zombie popped every single knuckle when he did it, because he for one saw stars, and was pretty sure he'd just cut the inside of his cheek on his teeth, because he tasted copper, and jabbed out as hard as he could with the crook, like trying to break set in pool. Even if he missed, maybe he'd be lucky and catch the jerk with the curved hook part on the draw back. Something to make it work the throbbing in his arm and jaw. And if this guy wasn't any different than the one who'd hurt Lucas... and besides he'd promised Mercy he'd give it a shot. It was a great reminder that he'd always been a better runner than a fighter though. He kind of wished he had someone to do this with, but he couldn't really contact Mercy without seeing Mary in her, and didn't know anyone else in this... whatever it was. "Aw did I hurt your fee fees? Poor baby." What the hell was he thinking anyway? He should be trying to figure out an escape route not trying to hook this a*****e like he was pulling a bad act off stage.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:52 pm
Gadolinite had experience in fighting - a little too much, though admittedly, the knowledge stemmed from several years of secondary schooling where he'd been unable to keep from getting into squabbles with the other boys over petty things.
Experience and knowledge, however, did not stop pain from happening, because punching someone in the jaw with a bare hand was not exactly ideal.
Gadolinite staggered back, pain ricocheting up and down his entire arm at the impact. He was fairly certain he might have broken a finger, letting out a series of rather creative swear words, all of them in Russian, though the grin was still on his face.
"You are noisy," said Gadolinite with a laugh. He felt the crook around his leg and stumbled, kicking out, trying to get it away from him, but the long hair was proving to be unhelpful in situations like this. He closed his good hand around the crook, Gadolinite half kneeling, trying not to fall ********. This is not ideal."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 1:10 pm
"I know right?" Kidder beamed, flashing a grin that gave him a fresh taste of copper. He wondered if it gave his cheeky, deliberately s**t-eating grin an new and awful dimension. "But hey, this is absurd, so why not be loud about it?" He demanded, leaning forward and poking forward with two fingers in a move straight out of the Three Stooges. Lucas would give him a concussion slapping himself up the head over it, but dammit, he was fighting a guy with hair so long you could trip on it, with a shepherds crook. Everything about this situation begged for situational humor. Besides, if he was expecting a polished punch or kick while he was kneeling... maybe it could actually work and he could -get the ******** out of here-. kuropoeco TwT New Keyboard, thank god. Sorry for the wait!
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 9:14 am
Even through the haze of pain - which was more annoying than anything else - Gadolinite had to appreciate someone who could snark right back at him. Even being on opposite sides, it was entertaining to watch - and listen - to everything being sassed out of the page's mouth.
"Vell," Gadolinite conceded, "You haff point."
He could have made some deliberately suggestive comment, but bit his tongue. Gadolinite's good hand shot up and wrapped around Nether Wallop's wrist before his fingers could actually make their destination.
"Rude," he protested, and shoved back.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 5:19 pm
"Well now you're starting to catch on." Wallop offered, as cheerfully as he could manage under the circumstances, dancing back lightly a step or two, trying to decide if he needed to try and hit him again before he could get away. How many magical arrows were in a ... magical quiver? He wasn't sure how that worked, he just didn't want to get hit with that again. "I am a finely honed force of -really pissing people off-; And hey. I am kind of ok with that because sometimes people just need a good pissing off. It's cathartic and all that.So I mean hey... what are we doing here. Because I've got a stick and I don't know how the arrows work but my mouth isn't going to run out of battery and neither is my extensive database of embarrassing physical humor, or we knock off this pretending to be jocks thing and you go comb your hair and I go get back to my Larry, Curly and Moe impressions." He offered, shifting the crook from hand to hand, pretty sure his offer wasn't all that attractive but hey... had to offer.
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