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 Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2018 10:22 pm
I'm completely out of shape for this. The bell-laden senshi paused in her limping walk, breathless, as she leaned against a concrete retaining wall. Atop it sat a series of shallow growing trays, cleverly shaped to fit the inlay of the wall itself, and in them grew a host of herbs. Basil, thyme, and dill each sprang up voraciously, shaping their very stalks to maximize their benefit from the sun. Now Pavo obscured them in shadow as she caught her breath from the air.
Okay. You can make it. The senshi of mirages leveraged an unsteady step, the first of many down a long flight of concrete stairs, and clung with a henna-encrusted hand to the wrought-iron railing between two waist-level walls. She measured one step, tested it, then another, then tested that, then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth until she was certain she could once again trust her weight to her right leg. Slowly that confidence grew — it offered a promise that she could recover from what happened during the play and move on to continue her belly dancing around her workplace demands.
But as she made it down the last of the steps behind the movie theater, her mind continually looped back to Jon and Anette. Now juniors facing a large decision of what to do with the rest of their lives, Pavo respected the decision to hook up out of convenience. Given her current position, she allowed herself no room to think otherwise — for to badmouth Anette or Jon for their decision was to blame herself for Adel.
But such a thought was distant, if not wholly uncalled for in the deep of September heat. She finished her staircase, which led her to ground level, and braced her hand against concrete and brick while she again got her bearings. Destiny City was large, but not impossible; elsewhere in the city would be different signs for different districts, and in those districts she may find the trouble she never wanted. Youma lurked far more commonly than youma, she found, unless a play was afoot. They would provide an alternative to an evening of unanswered questions, at least. Resigning herself, Pavo drew in a low breath and started again down the large alley toward one of the main streets. Surely something would be causing ill in the arts district of DC.anime_girl10 sorry i was falling asleep earlier!
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2018 9:45 am
Echo worked her way through the streets of Destiny City, sluggishly winding her way randomly as she went. Though she didn't dare to try making her way across roof tops tonight. As much as she knew she needed more training, she did not have the mood or energy for that. Not after having her a** handed to her by Crocoite two nights ago. Letting out a grumble, she winced as her left bottom lip had been busted open and face bruised. As least it had been Crocoite's fist and not his cane. She probably would've ended up in the hospital, if not worse. She hadn't even been home yet, according to her parents, as she told them she was staying at a friend's house. A few scraps and bruises were fine, she could always blame those on her skateboarding. Not this though, not without a lot of effort at least. She knew she didn't owe him, despite his thoughts on the matter, and she would keep him from taking more star seeds if she ever had the chance. She sighed, turning her thoughts away from that man. But not on this night. She didn't want the chance and she didn't even want to see him. Now physically turning, Echo headed towards a nearby busy area. It would be better to be near a bigger crowd right? Though the closer she got, the stronger another power source got. She hurried through her soreness, hoping that if it wasn't someone on her side, she could at least make it to were people are before crossing paths. Strickenized All good! <3 I needed to crash too XD
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 7:48 am
On and on the path went, supported near a lakeside and yet winding down around the hard angles of a building. Pavo looked out across the lake in brief and wondered, if she were the sentimental type, whether she would find such a view breathtaking. Instead, as her first thoughts scanned over the lake's surface, she wondered what the pollution level was from bags and bags of discarded popcorn or industry waste or simple city life sloughing off into the basin. A sharp pang from her leg steered her from the thought.
She turned another angle, started toward the sidewalks that paved their way through the walking mall's streets. If she could reach that area, a smattering of alleyways would deliver her to safety and let her power down to assume her normal form again. Then, she could call an Uber and get herself back to the school without incident. But as she descended those last steps, with white flats brandished against grey, rain-mottled concrete, her hand slipped lightly on the metal guard rail.
Instantly her center of gravity shifted. Her ankle groaned out its protest, its strike apparent as it no longer bore her weight. Pavo pitched forward with the last few steps passing under her in a blink. Bells trilled their warning signs while skirts upon skirts and henna-laden arms shot out for an imminent landing. And just as she bodily passed the corner of the theater, into view of pedestrians and power signatures alike, a figure loomed into her immediate vicinity.
With no way to stop herself, Pavo was flung by her own weakness into the purple-clad figure. She hoped, in those scant seconds, that the girl might jump back and prevent her own further injury.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2018 8:07 pm
Echo tired to keep herself locked on following the other powered signature but didn't really find herself all that great at it to begin with. So when she suddenly realized it was closer than she originally realized, she quickly took another turn while trying to pick up speed. Instead this sent her right into the other person's path. She tired to stop, she really did. But her stone heels didn't grip onto the wet concrete, nor sparkled, as instead she also began slipping. In an attempt to save them from clashing too hard, she extended her arms in protest, if anything to hold onto the other person. Though not knowing she was also hurt, the two were quickly tumbled onto the ground below with Echo taking most of the impact being the smaller girl. Not that she minded too much, only gaining a few more scraps and not realizing her lip started bleeding again. "Uggh... Are you ok?" She asked, waiting for the pain to subside before she bothered to try to move.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2018 7:28 am
Her leg was the first to protest their tangle. "I'm sorry," Pavo muttered in a wince. She sat up as quickly as arms could brace against hard concrete, pulling her form off the other girl. They were obvious counterpoints to each other between this senshi's blessedly simple costuming and her own ostentatious garb, and due to this, Pavo checked that a stray bell from her fuku hadn't tangled up with the other girl.
When she was certain they weren't accidentally attached, and she caught her first glimpse of the young senshi's face, she drew a short gasp. "Are you alright?" While Pavo stumbled out of a theater with her leg in questionable shape, a few bruises spread over her body from that lieutenant, she looked to be in better shape than the nameless senshi she now faced. This girl took a few square hits to the face that makeup couldn't cover easily, and one of those cuts reopened fresh with Pavo's unintentional landing.
She also hadn't expected to ask the same question at roughly the same time as the other girl. "I injured my leg at the Autumn," she confessed, "but I'll be fine.
"Have you seen a doctor about those cuts? Some of them look deep." Habit had her reaching forward to trace around the injuries, to check for tenderness. "What happened?" Pavo half-expected a story of a locker room scuffle that carried on a little too long. She remembered that age and all the interpersonal struggles that came with it.
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