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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 5:27 pm
It felt like more and more of a frequent thing, for Valjean--these little tangles with the other side. He was honestly starting to get tired of them. How did his fellows deal with this so often? Had he felt this harried as a Senshi on the other side?
(He'd never know, he supposed.)
Worse, his new magic would just put him at a disadvantage in a one-on-one brawl. He was suited for group to group combat. Or, hell, individual-to-group. Let him disrupt a line or start a coordinated team squabbling, but fighting one on one....no.
Still, he dropped his draining target and fixed his eyes on the Senshi in front of him.
"Come to dance with me?" He asked. She was cute, in her sweater and scarf fuku, and a little Christmasy--reminded him of Ingrid, in some ways.
Ugh, at least he had meetings with her to look forward to, to make all of this suck less.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2022 3:24 pm
Angelica had been taking a shortcut again, and she sucked in a breath when the aura she had been trying so hard to avoid not only drew closer but gained a voice.
The senshi jumped slightly and turned towards the…bad guy. Whatever he was. He was on the wrong side of things, she could feel that at the very least but. “I’m not much good with dancing. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm in me, you might need to find someone else if you’re interested.”
Thankfully…she knew how to use her magic now…and thankfully…she wasn’t too far from home if whatever…dancing this guy wanted to do turned particularly violent. She wasn’t fast but. If she could get him distracted for long enough to get far enough away to power down…
Things would look more in her favor. Mostly.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2022 5:55 pm
"If that's so," Valjean said, smiling poisonously, "then you might want to leave. I have work to do, and I don't want to be interrupted."
He stepped towards her, considering whether or not to deploy his magic. On the one hand, it could turn something into a fight that didn't need to be. On the other, it might make the evening a little interesting. What did a soft, sweet thing like her get angry about?
Valjean's curiosity won out.
"A Song of Angry Men," he said, tapping his fist against his chest.Quote: Valjean speaks the name of his attack, and taps his fist to his chest. A ripple of red light bursts from him and fades away, and everyone within 8 feet of him feels seized by a sense of righteous, revolutionary zeal--conflicts are magnified, be they with enemies or allies, and all feel worthy of aggressive responses. Those affected by the magic are convinced that their cause is righteous, and whatever ends they must take to carry it out are valid. These effects last for 25 seconds, and Valjean can cast this spell three times per battle.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2022 3:50 pm
A song of…angry men? Angelica stared at the senshi for a long moment and frowned. “...Is…that your magic? Are you just…attacking me? Just like that?”
She…felt indigent. Unhappy. He was just. Rude.
And she didn’t have to stand for that, right? She had magic too, and…Hell.
“Spruce Smoke!” Angelica looked at the faintly glowing needles and then chucked them right at his stupid…corrupted face.
“I hope you have terrible allergies. Or. Or terrible aversion to intense smells!”
…Not the greatest threat…but maybe not the worst. Maybe.Noir Songbird Angelia says the name of her attack and produces a small handful of energy spruce needles. She throws this handful of needles at an opponent and when the needles come in contact with something, they explode into a light green smoke, which smells very strongly of Spruce. The attack is nothing more than an overwhelming smell of spruce, but it is nevertheless distracting. The smoke dissipates in twenty seconds and the attack can be used three times per battle.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2022 4:28 pm
"Yes," Valjean said. "Sorry, I've gotten tired of your side attacking me out of nowhere. Thought I'd get the first hit in, this time."
Her magic came flying at him, and he moved to dodge the needles--but he wasn't ready for the burst of smoke. He inhaled, sharply, and choked, tears welling up in his eyes--the smell was intense, like he'd had his face shoved in the entire holiday section of a Yankee Candle, and it made him stagger backwards and pull his scarf up over his ********," he gasped, shaking his head a little. The smoke still lingered, and he narrowed his eyes, trying to decide the best angle to attack her from. That had sucked.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2022 4:56 pm
With the corrupt’s magic still making Angelica feel nothing but hatred and anger for the male, she didn’t keep still.
As he was reeling back from the effects of her magic, she was sweeping the hat off of her head and jamming it down over his own, pulling it low enough to cover his eyes and drawing her arm back to punch him hard in the gut. “If you want the first hit, you b*****d, then I’ll see I get the last one. Is this what you wanted, hm?”
Angelica drew her knee up, hitting it as close to between his legs as she could reach, and then shoving him with all the strength she had until the magic flickered and finally faded.
For a moment, she blinked and then the blood drained from her face but…she couldn’t just stay now. She had gone…berserk and…
For a moment, she could only stand and stare at him, and then she swallowed. “Unless you want more, I suggest you leave. Pathetic.”
…At least she could still sound confident.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2022 5:05 pm
Valjean had definitely miscalculated, using his magic on her. He realized that the moment she came in for him hard, fists flying, using her own hat to cover his face and leave him disoriented.
It was hard to fight back when, height difference or not, the person you were fighting was empowered by a hell of a lot of rage, and the hits just. Kept. Coming.
By the time she let him go, he staggered back, and ended up on his a** on the ground. He shook his head, sending her hat flying, and glared up at her with narrowed eyes.
"I'm going to remember you," he said, and he slowly pushed himslef up, starting to back away. He wasn't going to turn tail and flee, but he definitely needed to get out of here, to deal with his wounds.
If he ever found her again, there would be no hesitation. He'd take her starseed home with him. ******** class="quote">Orangeish Sherbert
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2022 5:08 pm
Angelica looked almost pleased by that and would have tossed her hair in amusement…if it were long enough.
Regardless. “See that you do. And see that you don’t just go attacking people because you think it’s fun, yeah? Asshat.” She turned around, and couldn’t stop a stupidly please grin from sliding over her face as she did so, and then leapt onto the nearest building, heading for home.
…Maybe…maybe she wasn’t so bad at this whole thing after all…and maybe…
She should try to go out more often. And mean to do it.
An interesting thought indeed.
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