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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 8:19 pm
What an awful existence the senshi and pages of Order seemed to lead. To be born into a world where they are fodder for the masses; it is no different than those domesticated animals caged in farms. Sarabauite was never one to think herself vastly superior to the existence of others, but she did feel glad to have been chosen for one of Metallia's ranks. As least she'd survive, not like the others who became her ticket to see the next day.
In particular, she felt a bit for the children, in some haphazard, slightly sympathetic way. Chibis were thrust into a war with no end, only survivors. If and how they came out alive, and to full-fledged senshidom, was another matter altogether, but the trauma the second facet of their life most certainly did not go without its fair share of blood, sweat, tears, and sleepless nights.
So when she Sarabauite stood before Onnie, hoping to make her her umpteenth starseed, she was a tad apologetic. "I'm sorry," she said gently, summoning her jitte. "I don't think you'll be making it home tonight."
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 6:53 am
Onnie had been entirely off in her own little world, humming, wandering along like there were no dangers -- how would she know? She'd never been attacked before. Not without Lepus and Etoile at her side, at least. What did 'danger' mean if she had no reason to believe in it? So Sarabauite's arrival took her by surprise, young as she was, and she spun and sputtered syllables like it'd make the scenario make more sense.
"Yeah, well," she pouted, sticking out her lip - brow jutted, impudent - "your uniform sucks, though." But Onnie had some sense of decorum, in things like this; maybe that was all thought, but she pulled her hands to her mouth after blowing a serious raspberry and called "Onnie Buttercup Blast," blowing the toxic petals at Sarabauite's face.unozhime Sailor Onnie holds up her hands to her mouth after incanting her attack, and blows a stream of magical buttercup petals at the enemy. If they touch skin, they cause itching and dryness; however, if they come into contact with a mucus membrane, they cause salivation (if inhaled) and minor blistering. The effects of this attack last for 20 seconds, and Sailor Onnie can use it twice a battle.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 11:53 am
That actually... stung a little.
And not just the fact that the chibi's attack struck her senses like a bullet, eliciting a raspy heaving for breath when the gale of petals brushed passed her face.
Her uniform was the best piece of wardrobe she owned, and though the booty shorts were a little out there, she was comfortable as is. Having someone saying it sucked made her a Little Sad.
To think she'd feel this way because of a child. It was just elementary recess on the playground all over again.
"You, erhrm, mmrm, you... brat!" Sarabauite said, rushing forward and slashing forward. "You'll, blegh, pay, hrm, for that!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 5:37 pm
Onnie was -- athletic, or above average, for a kid of her age -- but that was all in dance, in tap more specifically, and she'd never been in a fistfight in her life. So, very obviously, Sarabauite hit her without much effort needed -- especially when she'd assumed her attack would do more than it did. Lepus made an entire other Lepus, and Etoile shot kitty beams, and she just...blew flower petals at people.
Awesome. Wow. Great.
"Y-you look like an evil librarian!" she shrieked back, as the forked tip tore through her scarf, trying to desperately backpedal and start to run; Onnie was suddenly acutely aware this was a fight she wouldn't win. "And your hairpin's tacky!" It was interspersed with heavy sniffling, her eyes starting to go red already, the beginnings of tears so quickly on the way.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 6:46 pm
Sarabauite had to stop for a moment because she kinda liked that one.
Evil librarian.
If she had actually made something of her life, maybe she could've been a librarian. Being surrounded by books all day would've been a daily heaven, and she could stolen the starseeds of those who were late on their returns.
Ah, but her anger returned when she insulted the hairpin. No one made fun of her dollar store hairpin, no one!
She grabbed Onnie by the scruff of her fuku's collar, and shook her a little. "Y'know, brat, you've a bit of a loose tongue there, don't you?" She threatened the girl with her jitte, swallowing thickly. Her throat was killing her. "So you better stop before I cut it out."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 7:33 pm
Onnie actually wailed, when Sarabauite's threats got through to her; pushing and kicking, desperately trying to be let go in any way she could, because she was so scared she was so scared - she didn't want to die, she didn't want to die. There were tears and snot running down her face, smearing, smearing. "Leave me alone! I wanna go home!"
There was no coordinated grace to it, no scheming, no tactical movement -- just fear and fear and fear.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 7:41 am
A push at her face and kick to the shin didn't deter the captain. In fact, it only inspired Sarabauite more to harm the chibi. With such close proximity and her hand already about her collar, she tried to push a chaos-caked hand into the girl's chest to pluck out her starseed, but was suddenly overcome by an alien energy.
A blinding flare of white, as if she were staring into the boiling blare of the cauldron itself, suddenly repelled the captain away. Sarabauite hissed and withdrew several steps; temporary blinded by what she'd experienced.
"S-s**t!" she cried. "Damn Order brat!"
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 5:47 am
Onnie wailed, again; she was in hysterics, flailing at any part of Sarabauite within reach inelegantly - when Sarabauite backed away (and she felt so violated, because she'd almost died, hadn't she, the Captain was going to rip her heart right out of her chest and eat it like a piece of fruit, that must have been it,) she screeched "Onnie Buttercup Blast" again - when it looked like it contacted the older girl's skin, she turned and began to run, the jitte slashing at her back and managing to grab neatly at her scarf.
Neatly enough that she was choking herself, trying to run.
It was impressive, if sad.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 1:21 am
To Sarabauite, there was a difference between what she did and downright murder. One was to out of necessity, survival, the other was left to those agents who killing all willy-nilly without consideration of their duties or dedication to Metallia.
But the captain was really considering something heinous if it would get the child to stop wailing.
She was prepared to jerk the chibi back if only to have her off her feet, but the usage of Onnie's second attack caused her to curse aloud again and pay more mind to the itchy dryness that overtook her exposed thighs. Her jitte cut cleanly through the chibi's scarf as Sarabauite scratched not at just her thighs, but her arms where her hunger writhed incessantly.
This moment, of any, would've been great for escape.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 6:56 am
Onnie's scarf fell away in one long piece, the flower pinned to it staying on; it could have been a trophy, if one had wanted a little girl's scarf, or the reminder she'd been defeated (of sorts) by said little girl. (Said little girl would have argued she was thirteen and a half, she was practically an adult -- but the point remained.) With one look back at Sarabauite and a spared regret for her scarf, Onnie took off as fast as she could.
It was impressive, really, how fast she could run when she was in genuine fear for her life. Fast enough to make catching up with her, with the headstart afforded by Sarabauite's scratching, probably impossible.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 11:50 pm
When Sarabauite righted herself, standing fully as the itch of her hunger had subsumed the chibi's attack into a numbing that would just never be satisfied, she watched Onnie rush off into the distance with little fanfare—only complete dissatisfaction. The scarf of the senshi's that ripped away during her fleeing rustled softly in the night wind as the captain held it aloft; turning it over, taking in the glaringly bright yellow, before her eyes settled on the flower.
Well, at least she got one prize out of this little venture. Even though it was a bit of a tacky one. Nothing really compared to her flower clip, after all.
Sarabauite crushed the flower in her hands and felt a frown grow deeper on her face. You'll have your just desserts when you're old enough, she said. Next time you won't get away.
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