Being out on missions, any sort of mission, was good because it was moving. It was doing something. Doing things meant going fast and not having to notice the yawning black nothing that was behind Jack and the yawning black that had opened up in front. Or, rather, that Haüyne’s eyes had been opened up to when considering what was waiting for the only friend and companion in the dump that was life. When wind whipped past in a run, lungs burning and feet pounding, leaping, scanning for likely civilians on their own or enemies, life was more like a game. It was adrenaline and excitement. It wasn’t fear.
That’s something-! A light. Bright and shimmering, sturdy as a rule of difference that told the super senshi that the owner was a Knight of some sort. It wasn’t blinding the way some of the highest echelon aura’s felt to the mind’s eye. It wouldn’t have detracted from the possibility of engaging, had the signature been so. Time to play. Time to go.
The corrupted pivoted on a blunted boot-toe and made a beeline right for the feel of the signature. “READY OR NOT HERE I COME!”
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2017 8:37 pm
In the months since she'd been regularly powering up, Chauvet had learned a number of things about herself, her station, her place in the universe and in the conflict between knights and the Negaverse. It was hard not to have questions, lurking doubts and dark theories about the nature of her powers, and in light of some of the information she'd recently learned from the words of her fellow knights, she could come to only one conclusion:
Basketball tournaments with all knights would be rad as hell.
In the aftermath of chasing a youma away from a residential park, Chauvet had taken to practicing her swoosh skills with her ball, taking shots at the net from half court and then resummoning the ball to hand when it hit the ground. She'd just about given up on her Space Jam dreams when something brushed against her senses, giving her pause.
It was some of the feels-bad feeling that meant there was a Negaverse about.
She heard them before she saw them, somewhat threatened by the strength of the screech barreling for her location from somewhere beyond the park treeline and chain link fence cordoning off the courts. Chauvet sprung over the barriers because she was a badass and had a ten-foot vertical, landing in the soft grass outside just in time to see a blur of brown and blue and red and black.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh," Chauvet honked, almost tripping out of the way to get out of the corrupt's path with her skirts intact, looking a little spooked by the whole affair. "You found me, congrats, holy crap is that really all your hair?" It reminded her of the photographer, that night at the University Store, but his had been red and braided and at least vaguely kept together. Chauvet wasn't sure quite how to make heads or tails of...whoever this was.
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Step one was realign from the unexpected dodge- THIS ONE WAS A QUICK. Haüyne tic-tacked up then off the fencing with the stronger of feet, not risking a flip or roll since that could go bad if landing on face. Less, impressive, but this wasn’t a free-run judged match. Boots firm-apart, the corrupted flashed a toothsome, “Aye, ‘tis, matey. Mine as mine as your hot number’s all the big six of the Roaring. Bum’s the rush here, honey, an’a smokin’ pair of stems isn’t excuse to not pay your dues to the LandLord. I’m Machine to the Queen, and you’re out of order!”
Haüyne clicked tongue one against cheek for a satisfying popping sound, like when driving a horse and carriage. Boney fists came up to the ready, for pumping in run or for swingin', "Better run fast, hot stuff. Or Imma getcha, and no tellin' where I stop."
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"Wha--
"--what the ******** does that even mean," Chauvet blinked, taking a step away. She was pretty sure all the words she'd just heard were English, and some of them were even phrases she was familiar with, but did they go in a sentence like that? A landlord? She was...was she? Chauvet had a litany of thoughts, but most of them were sliding marquees written entirely in question marks.
That being said, she knew better than to ignore someone's instructions when they looked a couple crayons short of the box and said to run. Chauvet grabbed a fistful of skirt in each hand and kicked off her heels, breaking into a sprint opposite the direction of the strange Machine.
"Hey maybe let's not get people, okay? That's super sketch," she called back to her presumed pursuer, vaulting over a street exiting the park so she wouldn't have to look both ways to cross. Panic kicked her heartbeat into high gear--this is not what the other Negaverse guy did, they'd just bro-talked for a little bit. What was she supposed to do???
"Can I offer you some memes instead?" She rounded a corner and nearly blundered into a trash can, staggering from that to the alternate wall of the next business.
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Kickin’ the heels was a brilliant stroke on the knight’s part. Cities were dangerous with stones and errant glass, but it was long passed the 1980s and there just wasn’t much call anymore to be proficient in running in pumps for anyone. Nobody got time for that.
“CHOOO CHOOO—” Fist pumped the air once and the Corrupted leapt into pursuit. Leap for leap mimicked the knight’s choice of runpath, curious to work out if there was a hint of parkour experience. Or just panic. “RUNNIN FULL SPEED BIZZZ!”
“I just wanna put ya down like gravity- dunneeda MEME.” Trashcan clattered, cluttered the path and the Corrupted was forced to use it as a log-roll device, or maybe a b*****d offspring of a lumberjack logroll and a unicycle. Which was a new and hella cool challenge in the narrow with arms out circus style while rolling it on after the knight. Three-stooges sound effects seemed Necessary, amid laughing. It gave the knight a little more headstart, but with Auras and teleports and Super Speed, Haüyne wasn’t worried. I can catch it up. THE JOURNEY not the destination, yo. Though them thighs look like they could crush watermelons, uns. Not quite close enough for a throw. Close in. Close in for the sword.
At least not any sort of accurate attempt at hucking the longsword. CURB, and the Super Senshi bounced off the bin and to the pavement again. “If you’re huffin and puffin from that sprint, sweetstuff, you better find a better way to blow my house down. I can run and run. Unless you gonna make me breathless with all that junk in tha’ trunk? ”
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 8:45 pm
Oh my god. This ******** is actually choo-chooing at me. Chauvet might have found it hilarious, were she not also getting chased down by somebody who put up no pretense of being even remotely sane. She didn't even have to turn her head to know she was still being pursued, between the chorus of noises and the steady miasma that was overpowering her ability to think. She'd felt something like it before, when she'd been talking to the Negaverse dude in the park, but it wasn't nearly so strong, nor had he been trying to--uhhh, how did they put it--oh, put her down like gravity. That sounded violent, Chauvet wanted to avoid that at all costs. She kept running.
It was a good thing she'd gotten practice jumping with her super hero feet--otherwise, she might not have realized that she currently had a vertical that could clear cars and people. It lacked the precision of someone who practiced jumping for style points, but it got the job done, lobbing herself over a fence and nearly into the back wall of some establishment. She'd thought there would be a clear path back out to the streets, but instead of finding a way out of the alleyways, it seemed she had cornered herself in some cordoned off yard with some dumpsters. Some aproned employee stood near the door with a cigarette on his lips--at the sight of a gown-wearing woman leaping over six feet, he pressed the butt into the brick siding of the building and retreated inside, more begrudgingly than frightened.
Still, Chauvet could hear the telltale click of a lock. "Well thanks for that," she muttered, under her breathe.
Facing the likelihood that Manic Panic was probably still on her heels, Chauvet whirled back towards the fence and the alleyway, summoning her ball to hand. "What do you want?" She called out to the alley, squaring her shoulders and posturing as aggressively as possible for someone with naked feet.
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“Isn’t it plain,” Hissed harsh but loud. There wasn’t a voice to the words, just air pushed violently through grimaced, flashing teeth that rounded the alley circus entertainer style. The can was kicked out from under to clatter as it would. “‘ I want your ugly, I want your disease. I want your….”
“Everything. ‘” So the song went. Red and Blue worked it walking down the shadows and lights. The palms were up and visible, hands wiggling. “Oh, oh, oh we’re gonna play dodge. C'mon muffin. You got your ball. I got the disco stick, ey? I can summon something, too, to play."
Close enough? 4 yards was 12 feet, like a room away and longer than anyones arms. But close enough to try! "CATCH. “
“BY THE SWORD!”
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 11:44 pm
Chauvet blinked, tilting her head, and she let go of some of the anger in her posture because how was she supposed to be mad when someone was quoting Mother Monster at her? They were still threatening assault, but at that point, like...fair.
"Listen," Chauvet began, lifting up a hand as a sign of solidarity, as if she could calm the raging senshi with the wave of a gloved palm. "You seem like a person of culture, and that's cool and all, but--"
The Machine to the Queen lifted their hands and shouted CATCH, and unfortunately for Chauvet her reflexes were faster than her brain, so her hands tried to follow instructions even while she screamed. Her arms shot up just in time to try to grab the blur of red and iron, and was rewarded for her efforts with a matching set of angry slicemarks across her palms and fingers where the fabric had been shredded.
"What the ********? Did you just throw stabby blood at me?" Chauvet couldn't tell if it was worse that she was bleeding or that she had just touched someone else's blood sword, which dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared. The pinprick stinging in her hands was the more immediate concern, demanding in its sensation and stark red against the white ribbons of her gloves.
"What the <********>," Chauvet repeated, the phrase becoming something of a mantra lately. "You can't just--read out Gaga to me like some--some olive branch and then tell me to catch something and have it be stabby blood. Dude. Why."
She didn't wait for an answer. Ball in bloody hand, she chucked it at the Machine with all the force she could muster. It wasn't anything equally gross like bludgeon puke, but it was the only thing she had on hand to retaliate with, so it would have to make do.
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Expectation was that the ball would let out some sort of electric shock, like a portable Faraday Coil, or expand into a prison hamster-ball for enemies, so the corrupted senshi tried mostly to dodge to the side. More like collegiate dodge ball, the thing left no more magic on the flank it walloped than the sting of impact. Haüyne blinked down at the weapon as it trundled along, away. “That’s it? “
“That’s all it does? It’s a BALL? JUST a BALL?”
“HAAAAAAAAAA, “ Blue-red hand slapped as hard over the stinging flank of not-butt, not-thigh, “You been done wrong; your space rock sending you out to battle with a ball gonna get you jumped by Mr. Dead. “
This poor fool wasn't even equipped to fight. But here they were, out in the dark in uniform.
“Now….now…Looks like I caught you red-handed, ey?” It took a little to speak between chortles. “How 'bout I get your energy, you can keep you Ball Is Life for tonight. Cause that s**t was so weak it's probably more an insult to the Moons to throw you back in the pond. Or I gotta whole 'nother sword with your name on it, and we can finito this shindig. What's it gonna be? Stabby or Hands up and nose the wall?”
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2018 2:18 am
"It's a ball with the star of Cosmos on it," Chauvet snapped back, realizing rather quickly that she didn't like being the butt of some kind of Negaverse joke. "It's not like I picked the ball, the ball picked me. They were fresh out of baseball bats that day, I dunno." She'd held her own enough times against the youma, but that had less to do with her weapon and more to do with her incredible superpowered biceps and wrangling skills.
But given the choice between hands up or round two of the stabs, Chauvet knew where she stood. She glowered, but her opera-gloved hands went towards the sky, even as she summoned her ball back to her grasp. "Fine, <********>, just don't throw blood swords at people, it's rude," she retorted, putting her hands on the wall behind her, even as she watched the senshi from her place of surrender.
"You could have just asked, if that's all you needed," she muttered lowly, her shoulders square. Chauvet wasn't really sure how the energy got drained, but she'd seen it before in an officer's hand, knew they had to collect it. "You do anything funny and that ball's going somewhere creative and unpleasant."
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“ Yo ballin’ today, yeah bro, tag it, tag it, socks, “ the senshi hashtagged the first pairs of fingers briefly. “Ballislife.”
But patiently waited while the Good-knight Moon put ‘em up to the cease fire before sauntering over. The blue-fingered lift hand rested lightly onto one of the ample biceps and gave an appreciative squeeze as chaos was summoned to take tribute. “Balls be bruisin’ at best, buddy, but blades bleeeeeeeeed.”
Haüyne grinned cheshire, then winked “You done the math; don’t be sore to be smart. The queen likes smart ones, if you ever reconsider your wardrobe. I like smart ones, too.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 9:32 pm
There was something invasive about having the life force taken from her arms. Something cruel. Chauvet tried to pull herself away from the Machine, but found herself just more pressed up against the bricks. It made her breath shudder, but she pursed her lips and breathed sharply through her nose to try and hold in her discomfort so Stabs McGee wouldn't see.
"Well, then, it's a shame I've got a raging case of stupid b***h disease," Chauvet replied through gritted teeth, trying not to feel too much like someone had just stolen her lunch money. She was a jock. It was her job to steal lunch money if she wanted it. She bet this Machine was a real dweeb outside of all this magic stuff.
"I like my dress. It's sparkles. So nah, I'm good, thanks." As of yet, Chauvet hadn't been made aware that such a thing as corruption could even happen for the glittery warriors of light that she'd been recruited to, but she certainly didn't want to be in any sort of situation with this person where a change of clothes was involved.
"You done back there, or what?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 8:53 pm
“Cake is done, groceries and pets expire, peeps is finished. But yeah,” Machine clapped the meaty shoulders once and then stepped back with wide strides out of fisticuffs in case that Beautiful Ball footage got the idea to about face-fist.
“Thanks for the million, BallBabe. At least one of us gets to feel cash. Your donation’ll go a long way. “ The biggest musterable grin and wink was shot across the alley dim. Then a jump step to Michigan Frog on out ragtime style.
