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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 2:32 pm
She was already wheezing for breath, her lungs begging for forgiveness. She'd already punched a youma in the face and tried bludgeoning it to death with her frisbee tonight. All she had succeeded in was driving it away and losing it in the streets. Great. Now there was a chihuahua-sized monster-thing with massive teeth out terrorizing shoes, probably, or scaring kids who should have been in bed, maybe chewing on some loose wiring in someone's house or sucking the blood out of a family cat. Or worse, sneaking into a house and doing the same to the family. Well Arr Eye Pee, family- she'd lost your toothy, chihuahua murderer.
A hand went out, gripping the fence nearby and she stretched her spine, somewhat begging for relief- lord, if she should die tonight, please let the chihuahua somehow die with her, because she deserved better than to go out without taking her enemy down with her. The wheeze became a cough, and the fresh air her abused lungs pulled in was real nice. A-plus air, good job, lungs. But oh, the incoming cold burned. Maybe she'd need to look for an inhaler? (Yeah, Castor would be real impressed with an asthmatic knight.)
She stretched her shoulders, feeling her back pop, and leaned side to side, trying to get other muscles. Rest in Peace, Pythia Adler; the tombstone had been wrong. It was tonight that you died.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 7:53 pm
Larimar didn't actually have anything to do with the youma of the night, But Jordan had seen it go bounding by, impossible teeth bristling from its' maw - and where there was a youma leaving, the odds were that there was a Senshi behind it. Or a Knight, in this particular case; Jordan turned to Larimar in a quarter-second and started on their way towards Imbrium, towards the cold glow in their mind's eye. " Impressive," they said when they found her panting and wheezing, hands coming up to lightly applaud her in only the most sarcastic of ways. It was the congratulations you're ******** awful at this applause; and their lips tugged up into a smirk. "Wonderful job, letting it terrorize the populace and doing my job for me."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 6:07 pm
Bloody hell, where the ******** had that sharp-toothed little bas- Pythia was reaching her limit of F-bombs dropped for the night before the just called it rated R and a wrap while she was at it. Something about wheezing for breath and longing to go back to bludgeoning a toothy little monster just made her very foul-mouthed. It wasn't her best quality, to be sure, but considering most of it was inward- yeah. Whatever.
The sound of applause made her lift her flame-red head, and teal eyes narrowed on the person standing there. "I live to serve," she shot back, "I know most the other dirtbags I've been meeting lately have been overworked trying to measure their dicks and fist people, so one night off might actually be beneficial for all concerned. I saw your little yapma- which by the way, chihuahua monster?" another wheeze, a cough, and she straightened. "No one is actually scared of a chihuahua. Your monster has a Napoleon complex and probably needs therapy more than starseeds."
Another oddball, with no soul in their eyes. "Imbrium. I'm sure you care. Can I help you, or am I just tonight's entertainment, cause if you don't need me for anything, I need to go back to playing dognapper."
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 9:45 am
"Larimar." There was an uncomfortable, almost predatory slant to their lips; but they half-bowed, dramatic, feet perfectly crossed for the angle - picture-perfect bow. "Oh, don't worry, it's hardly mine. The fact you failed to defeat it is just pathetic on its' own without any help from me. And congratulations, you've guessed right: you are, in fact, tonight's entertainment! So go back to bitching away about your own failures, darling. It suits me just fine." It was a taunt, really, to try and pull her into closer contact. Larimar didn't like making the first move. If she came closer, they had better chances with things then.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 12:57 pm
"Might not be yours," Pythia countered the stress of their word with her own, "But as the only representative of murderous dirtbags in my presence, you get to take all the credit. Or the blame, I guess it depends on how you look at it." it was all about how you chose to see something. One would think she would be a little more diplomatic, with her current career choice and all. But honestly, she'd only met a handful of these guys, and all but one had been just... awful.
Was it too late to salvage this one? Probably. "Calling me darling, I'm so flattered. It's a little early in our relationship though, precious, so let's stick with actual names. Imbrium, making your acquaintance." no pleased to meet you, no false pleasantry. "Do you have a name, or do I just call you Pooper Scooper? Because that chih-oma is leaving quite a mess for you to clean up."
Her fingers twitched on her frisbee, but there was still some caution there.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 8:31 pm
"You flatter me." Their smile was all teeth, in a practiced sort of way; but it was the lips pulling back, with no humor to it, no kindness. "As I said. Larimar. Clearly you weren't able to understand it the first time." There was the flicker of light off of something metal in one hand; but when Larimar drew back their hand and flung their weapon at her (little dangerous as safety scissors were, it was still metal and they could still aim) it was clear this wasn't going to just be a mutually unpleasant conversation.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 8:47 pm
"Sorry, not sorry. Clearly my eyes were rolling too hard and it affected my ears." or she just hadn't been listening, the sass already building in her veins.
The safety scissors that went for her head should have been expected. Well... they were, but not scissors, and not for her face. Imbrium blinked stupidly at them, and it was probably a good thing that they were small and safety scissors, because the round metal edge bounced off her forehead. She'd always wondered if that big ol' thing would be good for anything, and now the world new.
"Really?" and, in gratitude, she hurled her frisbee at the figure. "You are such a d**k. I've never even met you before. Would it kill you to be nice? Cause if it would, I'd sure love to hear you say please, or thank you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 9:09 pm
The frisbee hit Larimar in the shoulder, and they winced, taking a half-step back; but they grabbed it before it could rattle to the ground, fingers tight against it. "I like to save that for out of uniform. It's always good to prioritize the important things." (They could have been crueler if they'd tried, if they'd dug deeper, if they'd wheedled long enough to maybe catch something Imbrium was sensitive about - too late now, probably.)
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 8:15 pm
Important things. Imbrium's lips thinned, and she made a note to consider her own priorities in this. Because what did this page thing mean, except... what had Lacedaemon promised? Strength. Power of her own. she rated power very highly on her list of important things.Whatever. The other grabbed the frisbee, long fingers wrapping around the little circle, and she crouched, her own fingers closing around the safety scissors thrown.
"You should try manners in uniform. It might make you likable, for someone who works with murderers." Though, what did she really know about her own side? That statement could be hypocrisy at its finest- not that she cared. Hypocrites were everywhere in politics, and that was where she wanted to spend her career, so she may as well get used to it.
"Regardless, this has been a jolly good time, but I'm leaving."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 4:13 pm
"My General likes me plenty well," Larimar said, ever-pleasant; their teeth gritted in a faux-smile, and what they wanted to do was break her pretty little fingers, but -- it was a skirmish, if you wanted to put it like that, and they'd gotten her name out of it and what weapon she possessed. Her symbols were unclear, not any planet they recognized; that was a topic for research as well. Larimar had gotten something out of this, even if they had no starseed to bring back. That was mostly fine with them. "Ciao."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 8:26 pm
Pythia could have sassed off more, but there was a time for being an a*****e, and a time for wandering off with ribcage intact and no eyes poked out from running with safety scissors.
She tossed the weapon to the ground at her feet, then spun on a heel. "Ciao. Hope not to see you again." It was all she really had to say, actually. She'd gotten nothing from them except a vague example that not all of these 'Negaversers' were willing to chat or make nice. It would probably be for the best if she remembered not to take any chances with them...
It was a relief when they were gone, and she was safe in her shabby little apartment, listening to her father snore.
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