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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2021 6:42 pm
Was he riding the high of fighting a General and a giant monster? Maybe. Was it getting him out to patrol more and fight more? Oh definitely. Would it end badly eventually? Sure, but in the mean time, he was gunna fight people. Chaos tried to corrupt people, and torment worlds and people and that just wasn't right, you know? Plus it never hurt to get more practice fighting, especially since the spear wasn't really his forte.
Couldn't really find a good weapons instructor in Destiny City either, so self taught it was.
Course, that meant he had to find someone to fight, and so that was his plan for tonight. Fight some agents of the Negaverse, maybe spar with some other pages or senshi, and generally get more experience. The first Chaos signature he found, he moved towards and pointed his wooden spear at their back once he found them.
"You know this isn't a place for a butler right?" he said, before jabbing with the spear.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2021 12:43 pm
Gismondine was just trying to get home, and though that was always what he seemed to be doing...it got him in trouble so often. Perhaps investing in a car would be worthwhile...at least then he wouldn’t be stopped and left for dead, or stopped by someone who was pointing a spear at him, and then jabbing at him with said spear, causing a panicked squeak to come from the male’s lips as he tried and failed to move away from it, and ended up stumbling backwards and falling over, rolling like a turtle on his back for a second before his wits returned.
When they did he struggled to get up realizing that being on his back in front of someone who was clearly an enemy wasn’t the best place to go, and with trembling arms, he brandished his fork and knife. “I..I didn't….I don’t...I mean…”
He was shaking like a leaf and swallowed hard. “I d-don’t want any trouble. I was just...just going home…”
Gismondine never wanted trouble, but trouble always seemed to want him...it just wasn’t fair.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2021 2:10 pm
He was going to cry, wasn't he? Sparta could see it in his trembling arms and the way he tried to wiggle his... knife and fork (seriously a knife and fork) at him. The page almost didn't want to fight him; he was too damn pathetic to fight, really. He couldn't have just been trying to get home though. Who would walk home while powered up, unless you wanted to patrol for enemies or people to help?
(Sparta was of the mind that most agents of the Negaverse - senshi, agent or otherwise - were like him, and had you know, normal lives, when not running around fighting evil by moonlight.)
Sparta stared down at him, stick pointed at him in a ready position. "If you were just trying to get home, the hell are you powered up for? That's like... asking to get your a** kicked, dude." He jabbed with the spear again, batting at the rather pathetic knife and fork combo in his hands. "At least try to defend yourself, or someone less talkative than me will kill you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2021 4:05 pm
“I…” Gismondine flinched as the spear came at him again, and shook his head. “...I...I’m f-faster...I...I won’t...I...When I wasn’t p-powered up...I...was b-brought in to...to b-be a meat shield...I...It...it’s just easier…”
He had to do something though. He had to be brave. Had to stay alive...had to...do…
Something.
Swallowing hard, the lieutenant tried to move past the spear, crying out in...well. What he hoped sounded like defiance, but was really fear, and brandishing his cutlery, holding the fork and knife tightly and trying to jab the prongs of the fork into the Page’s hand. “J-just l-leave me alone…” God he hated fighting. Hated all of this.
...But he had to stay alive...didn’t he?
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2021 7:07 pm
... oh for ******** sake. The fork hit and did amount as much pain and damage as Sparta expected. He didn't even stop it, because honestly, what was the point. He dropped the spear for effect more than out of pain. This man was not built for this sort of thing. But he was trying, and Sparta could at least help him not be so...
Bad.
"Okay first, you have incredibly short ranged weapons. You will need to get really close, like this, in order to hurt anyone," said the page, using his stabbed hand to gesture to their positioning. Man was he really going to try to give the enemy tips on how to fight? "If your enemy has a reach weapon - my bokken spear here for example - then you'll need to use something, like the knife or fork, to move my spear off line so you can get in. But..."
Sparta shifted around him to wrap an arm around Gismodine's neck and put him in a head lock. "This leaves you open for grappling, especially if you disarm someone. So, you can either simply let me choke you out and you get to sleep for a hot second, or you can get out of this. Or I guess you can break down crying if you really want to. It might actually shock someone enough to loosen their grip so you can worm your way out."
To be fair, the crying reaction had caught Sparta off guard at first too. He was also... a lot nicer when dealing with someone who clearly had no idea what was going on.
Man did the Negaverse even screen their potential recruits first?
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2021 7:37 pm
For a moment, Gismondine was utterly confused. Was...he now being...given instructions on how to...fight better? He almost smiled, almost gave an appreciative thank you, but then an arm closed around his neck, and the page was talking about choking him out, and for a moment, the world went dark as the lieutenant stiffened in absolute fear.
And then he was thrashing, moving and twisting, trying to get out of Sparta’s grip. His teeth sunk into the arm in font of him, struggling with all of his might to just get out.
“Let me go! I won’t do this again! I don’t want to die!”
His words were growing faster as the panic continued to mount, and when Gismondine finally pulled free, he ran. Ran as fast as he could, trying to get as far away as he could, and when he could no longer feel the prickling sensation of the page, when he had some sense of self back, he shed his powered form and sank to the ground, whimpering in sheer terror.
Nelson swallowed, just to prove to himself that he still could and curled up, hugging his knees to his chest.
...He really didn’t want to die. He had to become stronger...had to...do…something...
But perhaps...that would have to be tomorrow’s problem. Today already had enough of its own.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2021 5:07 pm
Teeth sank into his arm and Sparta jolted, letting go of the now truly panicking agent. Blood trickled down his arm from where the man's teeth had actually tore open flesh in his thrashing. "s**t! Wa....it... oh damnit," he grumbled, clenching a fist and smothering the oozing blood with his other hand. He felt the power signature grow weaker until it vanished.
Well that's what he gets for trying to help the man... Sparta gritted his teeth and wandered back towards home, hoping this didn't bite him in the a** some day...
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