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 Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 12:14 pm
There were times, Puck thought as he made his way across the rooftops of Destiny City, when all you wanted to do was beat someone up. This was one of those times. The stress of being back in town after such a long vacation back in London was partly at the root of it, not only being away from his beloved home but returning to this crazy lifestyle he'd been dragged into. He hadn't transformed into Sailor Puck at all while he was in London, even though he'd brought his henshin pen with him just in case. He'd just gone about his life as Robin Attewood, civilian. It was nice, and he sort of hated giving it up and coming back to Destiny City and the war between Order and Chaos. At least he had license to punch people in this get-up, to vent some of his excess anger. Luckily for him, there were a whole lot of people around who needed punching: the Negaverse, for one. Those Dark Mirror types too, at least some of them (he noted with some small disgust that the few Dark Mirror senshi he'd met actually seemed like okay sorts of people). He felt sure he'd find someone whose face he could mindlessly slam his fists into before too long. Sure enough, as he leapt onto another roof near downtown, he picked up a Chaos aura. The grin that crossed his face was wicked, almost cruel. Puck paused, casting about for the direction of the energy signature, and finally pinpointed it in an alley not too far away. He jumped down to the sidewalk and sped toward the area, know that if he felt them, they certainly sensed his approach too. And he wanted to make sure he got the jump on whoever it was. Strickenized Sorry this took so long! ;_;
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 11:39 pm
"Strange how it all just comes to a stop." Faustite sat against the grungy alley wall, among the errant trash and discarded newspapers and lasting signs of aggression. Blood long stained the stretch of concrete nearest him, and he paid it no heed any longer. To his right laid a prone figure, no older than himself, his legs spread in the boneless way that corpses go when the life is wrenched out of them. "It's easy to get so carried away in it. To believe that, somehow, you're different. What happens to others won't happen to you. You'll be the one to escape it all, to dodge the youma, to catch death's eye and leave it behind.
"You follow all the rules. You trick yourself into thinking that if you keep your morals tight and learn from others' mistakes, that death has no business knocking at your door. You're a good person with a whole life ahead of you. A whole future where you'll save the world in your own little way. Maybe you'll only save someone's world. Or make a world out of nothing. Then a stranger comes along and steals it all with the flick of a wrist." The glimmer of the starseed held his gaze for a long minute. "Maybe you'll rest easy knowing you weren't the only one. Maybe 'resting easy' is another flagrant lie."
Its warmth, its shine, its tantalizing glimmer urged Faustite to devour what sat before him, idle in his hands. The starseed promised energy unbending and a sweeping deliverance from aches and pains. It promised in its consumption a closer connection to that restless giddiness in his breast. The kiss of the cold blade would come with such an action, he was sure of it.
But stubbornnes bred well into the Yorke family, and he knew the folly of stepping further beyond that line. Already someone else - one Captain - crossed that line with such a stark lack of self-control that she would take the fall for both of them. He would've pondered on her fate, perhaps considered offering her the very starseed in his hands, when the sudden, blistering glaze of a super senshi's auric energy washed over him. Alarm came, exhilaration came, and Faustite tucked away the seed into the regions of Negaspace before he stood abruptly. There was nothing to be done about his comatose companion, and Faustite sought no fix for it - not then. And with the way the energy swept toward him, he knew he could not hope to outrun its arrival.
So with the few minutes left to his disposal, Faustite donned leather gloves and sunglasses. A leap to the nearest rooftop offered some distance from the scene. He hoped, then, that the visage of humanity drawn over devilish features might spare him some of this senshi's coming vitriol.tatterpixie you good, i just hope my reply is sufficient!
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 5:10 pm
Puck sped along the pavement until he reached the alley where he's sensed the Negaverse agent, only to find the body of the agent's latest victim sprawled akimbo on the ground. This only served to fuel the super senshi's anger. He'd forgotten how much he loathed the Negaverse, and how unsettling dead bodies looked. He felt around for the Chaos aura again and narrowed it down to a nearby rooftop. A lieutenant, from the feel of it; nice, just what Puck needed, someone who would just let him beat the crap out of them without putting up much of a fight. It didn't bother him in the least that he felt the need to take out his pent-up frustrations on someone else -- it never had in the past, either, even before he discovered he was a senshi. If they couldn't defend themselves against him, that was their shortcoming, not his. Leaping to a nearby rooftop, Puck spotted his target just standing there, seemingly waiting for him. The wicked grin returned to his lips. This was going to be extremely cathartic.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 3:50 pm
A senshi appeared at once, all leaves and wild dreads. Self-assurance hung about him like a miasma, spread thick in his gleaming smile, and that smirk alone told Faustite that he could not talk his way out of a coming injury. He needed to escape with his burden, to find the halls of the Cathedral with the starseed intact, but the pending confrontation barred his way back to Chrysocolla. Standing with his left shoulder facing the senshi, he flexed his right hand out of view. He needed to run.
But that would show weakness.
Umber's words warned him well - to take flight was to live, especially against an opponent such as this. The strength of the auric energy rolling off the man was not lost to him; he heeded in in the turn of his heel, the brace of his ankle against the concrete parapet to launch himself from one building to the next. He knew, too, that he couldn't outrun such a threat at his back - that the wind chasing through his hair and roiling at his back would slow him as much as his opponent. Still, he needed to try. Crowning the next building, he took off with boots crunching through loose gravel and sending their own tails behind every step. He dashed beyond peaked windows that promised a terrible fall if one - or both - of them broke through the glass.
Faustite knew better than to risk a backward glance. He summoned his communicator instead, the crystal hugged tightly in his fist, and scanned desperately for some sign to indicate his whereabouts. None were immediately visible, for the department store rooftop spread wide, and Faustite needed to overtake a league of garbage to reach the edge.
Inwardly, he wished he was faster.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 4:15 pm
Suddenly the Negaverse agent leapt to the rooftop of the department store next door and took off sprinting as if his life depended on it. "s**t." With a growl, Puck followed as fast as he could, not wanting to lose his quarry. Eyes locked on the lieutenant, he made the jump to the adjacent roof, hitting the gravel coating of the rooftop running. The White Moon senshi wove his way through dangerous peaked skylights, all the while imagining what he would do to the Negaverser if -- once -- he caught him. The chase was only filling him with more anger; the guy must have something to hide, if he was fleeing so desperately. Probably a starseed, Puck thought with horror of the one time he'd nearly lost his. The sensation of that captain plunging his hand into his chest, back when he was only starting out… He had been lucky that time. He couldn't stomach the idea of someone doing that to another human. Puck nearly tripped over a corner of one of the skylights, and that brought his thoughts back to his pursuit. He snarled and ran faster still. It seemed to him he was catching up -- either that, or the Negaverse agent was slowing down, picking his way through the littering of vents and windows and pipes on the rooftop. Hopefully he would be able to catch him before he got away. He wanted to give this guy a good solid beatdown.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2017 8:29 pm
Faustite's luck ran thin in seconds - their chase ate through the length of the roof and the edge rushed toward him with purpose. Even as he slowed, he knew a confrontation was inevitable. The wide gap between this building and the next yawned ever wider, promising a steep fall with no way to cross the distance. He could take hte plunge, he knew, and risk breaking a leg. Or he could face his attacker and risk breaking much more than that.
Breathless, he kept up his retreat. His heart rapid-fire struck against his chest, pounding for him to push himself. To move further. To run faster. To act smarter. But the edge met him first, and as Faustite skid to a halt just before its parapet, he realized he could go no further.
About-facing confirmed the approach of his pursuer, with anger lit vibrantly in his eyes. Blonde dreds whipped about his face in a fury, fists cutting through the air with the strength of his sprint. His adversary would meet him head on, perhaps toss him from the roof with no second thought to the measure. Indiscriminate violence. Easy disposal. Turning murder on a murderer, returning violence to the violent. What more could the stranger ask for in poetic justice?
But Faustite couldn't risk it. Couldn't bear it. "Wait," he called, the word hanging in the air. He held his hands outward like a brace, like he tried to push his stunted phrase toward his attacker.
But he didn't want to stare at the stars the way broken men did, moments before their lives gave way in a breath.tatterpixie needed a long break; if you prefer to wrap this or discontinue it, i understand. sorry about the wait!
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 1:05 pm
Surprised, Puck skidded to a stop a few feet from the Negaverse agent. It was rare that his prey stopped and turned and seemingly begged for mercy. Though truth be told, he had actually encountered more Dark Mirror senshi who did that, not so many Chaos types. All they seemed to want to do was trick you and steal your starseed or drain you of energy. Puck gestured at the lieutenant and said, "Wild Copse." Quote: Super Sailor Scout Attack: Wild Copse Puck points at his target and calls out the attack name, and a dense patch of forest undergrowth typically reaching about waist-high springs up around the feet of his target. Along with the undergrowth entangling the target's feet, there are also young trees surrounding them with this attack, acting as a cage. The undergrowth, extending in about a 10-foot radius around the target, consists of a tangle of ivy, ferns, shrubs and small saplings atop slippery moss and leaf litter underfoot. The trees stand about 10-12 feet tall and are spaced so that it is nearly impossible to squeeze one's body between them. It is still possible for the enemy to reach their arms through the trees and use ranged attacks, however, so Puck basically casts it and runs. He has to be within 15 feet of his target to use this; if the target can get outside the radius before the undergrowth or trees appear, it can be dodged. It lasts around 30 seconds before dissipating. He can use this up to twice per battle. "Now," he growled as he approached the trees that imprisoned the Negaverse agent, "who are you and what were you doing back there? You were runnin' like your life depended on it, so you must have been up to something shady." Reaching through the trees, he grabbed the front of the other man's uniform and pulled him forward. "Out with it before I beat it out of you." Strickenized No worries, hon! I completely understand. We can carry on with this, if you like!
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 12:24 pm
Tufts of grass and loamy branch sprung from imaginary cracks in the concrete. They accelerated in their growth, reaching stop-motion nightmare status in short order, and wound themselves about his ankles and legs liberally. Their constricting strength left him no room to argue their dominion. And soon, more trees joined them - always coiling and twisting among themselves to form a barrier just in his reach.
He grasped and clawed black nails at the thinner branches before him. Their lattice barred him stubbornly, however, and the thick clumps of wet, pulpy bark beneath his nails proved a reminder of his futility. He bared teeth at such a predicament. Tied down as he was, he knew he couldn't move. Couldn't run. He needed to make use of what wit he still had - assuming it made a difference.
Faustite's struggles subsided in short order. Resignation claimed him. His adversary clutched him, wrenched him, and to this, he still capitulated. Meeting the other man's eyes wouldn't matter, he knew - not when lacking any defining characteristics to tell where he was looking. "Of course I ran. Did you think I had a choice? Most of your White Moon allies attack me on sight. They see black eyes and think I'm a monster. They think I'll rear my head back and contort my body and burst into a youma right before their eyes. Like it's that simple.
"What would you have done, senshi? Stood around and waited for the inevitable? Tried to plead innocent with the people who would sooner beat your teeth out than hear you speak? Given how you have me now…" Faustite glanced down, cocked his head toward the bristling branches. His heart thundered in his chest with rhythmic certainty for a beating. More pain, more broken bones, more blood spilled. He could nearly feel the grip tightening over his uniform, crushing the delicate filigree against calloused palm. He could nearly feel the tension on the other boy's breath.
"I doubt it."tatterpixie i have no problem prolonging the magic for dramatic effect if that's okay by you
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 8:41 am
"Black eyes? What are you talking about--" Puck reached in with his other hand and tore off the Negaverse agent's sunglasses -- and found himself staring into eyes as black as tar, completely black from iris to sclera. Surprise took over as anger faded. He almost stepped back, almost let go of the other boy's uniform; he did drop the sunglasses, the only indication of his shock. Puck had never encountered a youmafied Chaos agent before, though he had heard of them. He had no idea how they got that way. Did they get bitten or scratched by a youma and it transformed them like the bite of a werewolf? Were they made that way intentionally, by some dark magic? Did they volunteer to be turned into a monster? The questions swirled around his head; but he couldn't ask the agent entrapped by his magic for answers. That would be a sign of weakness, he felt. Not knowing what youmafication was? Why, everybody knew that! "I suppose I might have run," he snarled in response. "But it's more likely that I would have stood my ground and fought. After all, wouldn't I have an edge, having a little bit of youma in me? Maybe a little quicker, maybe a little stronger… Who knows? My enemy sure as hell wouldn't, would they? If I had them at that kind of advantage, I'd work if for all I was worth." The blond senshi pulled Faustite closer, pressing him against the trees. "Which brings me back round to my question. What were you doing back there?" Strickenized That totally works for me <3
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