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Spring was coming, the weather was starting to get a bit warmer during the days but the nights were still cold. So very cold. The grass crunched under foot as the Squire made his way across the green space that was called a park. It was more likely just a spot that hadn’t been beneficial to build on. Too many empty or nearly empty buildings around and this lot was just one more. It just never got to be used as anything other than scrubby grass… maybe an overfill lot for cars. More likely a ‘dog park’ where neighborhood hounds actively tried to kill what grass there was. Then again, why did Tortuga care? He didn’t, not really. He was just there to check out rumors he had heard about ‘strange happenings’ in a few of the dilapidated buildings.

He figured that at best someone was using the space to spar in, but there was always a chance that something worse was going on. So here he was. Still in the dead of winter, cold, grumpy, and wondering if he was just chasing ghost stories. Or if the ghost’s in the stories were really youma. There had been a few people found unconscious and unresponsive around this area. Most written off as homeless or drunks or other unlucky souls, but the Squire knew the signs. Expecting to encounter trouble the knight made sure he wore both rings and had the little token Antares gave him within easy reach. It wasn’t much but it was at least something.




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Hatter was doing his due diligence draining people in the area, having snuck out deciding on a partner free patrol night. He knew he shouldn't, but he was tired of reigning in his sister, even if he did still have remnants of the bruise from that senshi girl. Still he hit the jackpot with this area, full of lowlifes ripe for the picking.

He dropped the man who was trying to sell him what was clearly stolen goods before making a note to report the man. He doubted the other would recover before he was able to stick the police on him. He grinned wiping his hand and moving on cautious of the aura he could feel on the edge of his senses, ready for a fight should the other choose to come find him.

He heard someone laughing, calling him a freak with a freaky costume and he knew he found his next target.




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Tortuga spotted the corrupt about to go after some poor sod who shouldn’t have been out there that late. “Hey! Leave the idiot alone!” The squire yelled out, very possibly startling at least the civilian if not the corrupt. Well, apparently the ‘ghost’ stories weren’t too off the mark. The corrupt looked young. So very, very young. “You should be home in bed… both of you.” Both the powered individual and the dumbass civilian were young.

The civilian spat out a few curse words before taking off into the dark, making some a** ended comments about freaks and costumes. “Well at least he didn’t call us cosplayers. I’ve gotten that before.” Tortuga noted absently before focusing completely on the corrupt. “I don’t suppose you're just going to go home are you?” The redhead was expecting a fight, he normally ended up in one whether he liked it or not. But maybe this time would be different.

One could always hope.




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Hatter look severely annoyed when a white mooner approached shouting like a ******** idiot. He turned to see a squire had approached him and rolled his eyes at the man. “I have better things to do than listen to some old a*****e trying to be a hero. You go home, I'm sure it's past your bedtime.”

Hatter turned and walked off intent on finding another victim and intent of ignoring the squire, he didn't have time for the white moon nonsense tonight. He might have to tell one his siblings to come out with him, even though he wanted a night alone.




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“Old?” Honestly it wasn’t the ‘a*****e’ or ‘bedtime’ comment that made Tortuga raise a brow. It was ‘old’ of all things. He wasn’t old! He was barely mid-thirties! That wasn’t old! “Hey! Kid!” He tried to get the kid’s attention, get him to at least face him so any other dumb civi’s out there would scatter, but the corrupt just kept walking away.

Now that really wasn’t the smartest move since one never really could tell how a person could react. Tortuga was fairly nonchalant about this whole ‘war’ so it wasn’t a big deal but others… others were quite a bit more… volatile. “Yo, Brat!” He shouted even as he slapped his ringed hand against a fence and sent a single pulse of energy through the fence and into the ground. The corrupt was the only one in range. The only one who was about to be shocked. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to turn your back on strangers?”

((The stone in this ring is a vivid, bright yellow and the ring grants the spark of Electricity. When the ring is equipped, the wearer can be in any form and will have the passive ability to function as a small emergency battery that has an undying charge. When wielded it is just strong enough to recharge a phone or other small electronic. It is not strong enough to short circuit anything or cause damage. Its true power shines while in powered form, though! Striking any inorganic surface with the ring will send an electrical charge through it up to ten feet away. The spark is just enough to startle the first person it reaches but it is not strong enough to cause any lasting damage. The target may feel a tingling sensation but all symptoms should fade within thirty seconds. While there is no limit to how many times the ring can be used, only one spark can be released at a time. The ring cannot be used directly on any organic material.))




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Hatter was content to ignore the man, walking faster to get away from him, although he seemed insistent in his pursuit. Hatter didn't particularly care, he just want to get his job done and be on his way. He hadn’t been expecting to be shocked, the sensation riding up his legs leaving pins and needles and making the massive amount of hair he had frizzy with static.

He groan and turned around exceedingly annoyed and ground out, “one would think any of you would understand the meaning of ******** off.”

He tipped his hat to the man saying, “Hats off to you.” He gave a little bow and watched as the little hats popped up all around. They were good for throwing one’s opponent off, but he wished they were a bit more potent.




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“Nah, I know what it means but it doesn't mean I’ll listen to a snot nosed brat.” He was annoyed. Mostly because he was out there, but being called old really didn’t help anything. Tortuga might have said more but the kid triggered his magic, at least he assumed it was the kid since as soon as the corrupt said ‘hats off to you’ a bunch of hats appeared in a circle around him. A red brow rose as he eyed the magic. It was clear they were nothing good, the question was… what exactly did they do?

Curious, he sent a spark of electricity through one of the hats. It didn’t seem to do anything, then again maybe it did, since some of the hats started to explode like cartoon party poppers. Gusts of air buffeting him and sending random loose trash flying away. It didn’t last long, hell, Tortuga had gotten worse just standing in a windstorm, so when it seemed to end all he could do was look at the corrupt and ask “That all?”




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“Oh come off it, I'm not a kid, I'm in college … you’ve really got to practice your insults.” He crossed his arms and looked less than impressed, but somehow also looked so unbothered despite having been shocked moments earlier. He wasn't even all that unbothered by the knight's attitude toward his magic. He knew it wasn't all that great, but also it meant more to startle so he probably wasn’t quite using it at the right time. It was a trial and error sort of process, as was a lot of this whole nighttime situation.

Hatter arched an eye brow at the knight before giving him a whatever gesture, rolling his eyes and walking away. He had better things to do with his time, than play with random knights trying to play hero. Or whatever delusions they were under, acting like swiping some energy was a crime against humanity or something.




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College? The brat was in college?

Maybe he was old! <******** this,” He muttered to himself. He hadn’t even wanted to be out there that night and now he was dealing with a mouthy kid? No thank you. “You know what kid… you're right. It's past my bedtime… and yours too.” Tortuga called out even as he pulled out one of those crappy prepaid phones. He grinned, wiggled it so the corrupt could see it clearly before dialing three very important numbers.

“911 what is your emergency,” could be heard over the phone. All Tortuga did was make a ‘pained’ sound before dropping the phone, still on even as the operator tried to gather more information, and sauntered towards the corrupt. “Best go running home, I’m sure you have a paper to write or an exam to study for.” He said quietly, grinning, before he headed off into the shadows.

He really had only come out to make sure that youma weren’t on the loose. Snot nosed corrupts messing with the shady civi’s wasn’t an immediate threat. The cops showing up would make the rest scatter. No more shady deals in this part of town tonight, that was for sure.




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Hatter was trying to ignore the damn knight, making his way away from the man. He ignored his comments, up until he called the police. It made Hatter turn and arch an brow at him before he shook his head. “Are you serious … what that supposed to do … no one cares about the cops … what are they going to do?”

He shook his head, turned and continued on to the nearest building before jumping onto its roof and turning to give the knight a rather obscene gesture with his hands. If this was what the other side had to offer, he was sure they’d overpower them eventually.

Frankly it was kind of sad. He’d just go elsewhere.