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Normally he didn’t kill civilians, didn’t claim their starseeds, but these people were an exception. The corrupt senshi was not as good at determining if someone was going to die anyway, unlike his partner, and that by taking their starseed their suffering was just being ended sooner. Rather he was just going for those who looked the worst, the sleeping people who looked too thin and frail to survive. He was draining others, letting them have a peaceful, and deep, sleep as he moved about the encampment.
His hair, to keep it off the ground, was pinned up with several hair pins. The weight from his hair was slowly killing his neck, almost worse than being bent over at work, while his slippered feet silently moved amongst the homeless encampment. It was late, really late, so the people here were sleeping and not out wandering. He couldn’t have them wandering, being a threat to him, as someone would no doubt sound the alarm and attack him, he wasn’t looking to fight tonight, he had a quota to make and he was looking to more than make it - all in one night.
His hair, to keep it off the ground, was pinned up with several hair pins. The weight from his hair was slowly killing his neck, almost worse than being bent over at work, while his slippered feet silently moved amongst the homeless encampment. It was late, really late, so the people here were sleeping and not out wandering. He couldn’t have them wandering, being a threat to him, as someone would no doubt sound the alarm and attack him, he wasn’t looking to fight tonight, he had a quota to make and he was looking to more than make it - all in one night.
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She didn’t need to be there anymore. She had her own place, her own job, her own family, but she also remembered what it was like to be one of the ‘invisables’. To be one of the souls hiding from what haunted them, either people or themselves, by living on the streets. She had been doing both when she had been unceremoniously ‘welcomed’ into the war years ago, it had both been the best thing that had happened to her, and the worst. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have met her family. She wouldn’t have become the woman she was today… but it also meant that she was out there in the middle of the night looking for anything, or anyone, who was up to no good.
So when she felt the distinct aura of chaos in the small encampment of homeless she knew was around there Antares didn’t even hesitate. She booked it towards the aura, coming to a sudden stop just feet away from where a corrupt was hovering over a distinctly prone body. The dirt she had kicked up swirled a bit before settling even as she hissed out, “put it back.” Her icy eyes blazed, taking in the multiple still bodies, rage building in her. “Put. them. all. BACK,” Each word had her stalking forward, growling, until, on the last word she lashed out. Her fist flying with every ounce of her anger behind it.
So when she felt the distinct aura of chaos in the small encampment of homeless she knew was around there Antares didn’t even hesitate. She booked it towards the aura, coming to a sudden stop just feet away from where a corrupt was hovering over a distinctly prone body. The dirt she had kicked up swirled a bit before settling even as she hissed out, “put it back.” Her icy eyes blazed, taking in the multiple still bodies, rage building in her. “Put. them. all. BACK,” Each word had her stalking forward, growling, until, on the last word she lashed out. Her fist flying with every ounce of her anger behind it.
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He’d felt the aura, as easily as they had felt his, they were equal in power so he knew the moment he’d felt them they had felt him…and they’d headed for him. Well, that was a fight he hadn’t planned for the night but it seemed inevitable. Sighing he was straightening himself when he heard them, finally, and they weren’t pleased but he figured that would be the case anyway. Rather than do as they said he let the starseed vanish, to subspace, as he turned to face the incoming senshi.
Oh, she was mad, raging even, as she hauled off and punched him in the face. His head turned, quickly, right to the side with the force of the hit. He felt his teeth click and he nicked his tongue with a fang, he could taste blood, as he stumbled back a step or two; nearly stepping on the downed civilian.
“I don’t think I will be taking orders from you.”
Oh, she was mad, raging even, as she hauled off and punched him in the face. His head turned, quickly, right to the side with the force of the hit. He felt his teeth click and he nicked his tongue with a fang, he could taste blood, as he stumbled back a step or two; nearly stepping on the downed civilian.
“I don’t think I will be taking orders from you.”
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The glint of the starseed disappearing into nothing, the spark just blinking out of existence, did something to her. It turned something off. Her humanity? Her rationality? Her sanity? Who knew… she sure didn’t. Nor was she in a mental space to care. A small, dark space in her mind flashed back years prior where her anger had controlled her. A time that had ended in a death, technically not by her hands but by her choice. It remembered the darkness. It remembered the fear. It remembered it all.
Antares remembered, but still she moved. Still she struck again. Harder. Meaner. Quiet as the dead because there was no point in talking. No point in explaining or trying to convince them. The only thought going through her head was to make him listen. It didn’t matter that one particular shadow of her past was chuckling. After all, the apple never fell far from the tree and Antares was her father’s daughter.
Antares remembered, but still she moved. Still she struck again. Harder. Meaner. Quiet as the dead because there was no point in talking. No point in explaining or trying to convince them. The only thought going through her head was to make him listen. It didn’t matter that one particular shadow of her past was chuckling. After all, the apple never fell far from the tree and Antares was her father’s daughter.
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He figured this was going to turn into a fight, all things considered, but it seemed as if some switch had flipped and the senshi was not talking and not giving orders; making demands of him. Instead she was just out right attacking, and without using her magic, as if she didn’t remember she had magic the senshi was lashing out at him.
Stepping back, nearly stumbling, as she pressed in close the corrupt senshi pulled out his communicator and went to call for help, the device in his hand went flying as he hit the ground from a combination of a kick and tripping on his own hair. Landing hard he did what he had to, his device having skittered off across the ground. “Frozen Blood.” Hopefully his magic would do the trick and break whatever hold had fallen over her, taking the time to spit out some blood from where he’d bitten his tongue. <******** senshi. I was doing them a favor.” Not the best words to say, only he didn’t know how wrong it was to say such, even while nursing his bruised face. His side was hurting, so was his stomach, but he’d live. She couldn’t do worse.
Stepping back, nearly stumbling, as she pressed in close the corrupt senshi pulled out his communicator and went to call for help, the device in his hand went flying as he hit the ground from a combination of a kick and tripping on his own hair. Landing hard he did what he had to, his device having skittered off across the ground. “Frozen Blood.” Hopefully his magic would do the trick and break whatever hold had fallen over her, taking the time to spit out some blood from where he’d bitten his tongue. <******** senshi. I was doing them a favor.” Not the best words to say, only he didn’t know how wrong it was to say such, even while nursing his bruised face. His side was hurting, so was his stomach, but he’d live. She couldn’t do worse.
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Extra Super Attack: Frozen Blood.
Pointing at the ground, Miyamoto calls out the attack. All enemies within a ten foot radius will suddenly see an illusion of a tsurara-onna. Each enemy will only see their own illusion. The tsuara-onna will appear behind them, wrap her arms around them, and then vanish. As she vanishes, targets will feel as if their blood is freezing in their veins. This attack will last 30 seconds and can he used twice in battle. Lingering effects are possible at player discretion.
Pointing at the ground, Miyamoto calls out the attack. All enemies within a ten foot radius will suddenly see an illusion of a tsurara-onna. Each enemy will only see their own illusion. The tsuara-onna will appear behind them, wrap her arms around them, and then vanish. As she vanishes, targets will feel as if their blood is freezing in their veins. This attack will last 30 seconds and can he used twice in battle. Lingering effects are possible at player discretion.
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It was the cold that stopped her at first. The chill coursed through her even as ghostly arms wrapped around her only to fade before Antares could react. In the illusion, stuck in her own head, she heard a chuckle, a familiar and chilling laugh that tormented her throughout her childhood. Blood never lies. You will never be free of me. It was all in her head. He was dead. Long dead. From the same thing that the figures around them were suffering from actually. He couldn’t be there… and yet she would have sworn on her own life, she heard him. It wasn’t just the ice flowing through her that had her take a step back, to stop in her attack. It was the fear that swamped her. She clawed for sanity, for control. She was not like this. She wasn’t someone to beat a person already on the ground… she wasn’t.
And then the damn corrupt opened his mouth to explain, to excuse, to lie, and that small sliver of self slipped out of her grasp. “They have names. They have families. They have mothers and fathers. They have lives.” Antares growled as she kicked out at the senshi. “You don’t know what they have been through. Don’t know what they have seen or done. They are people who deserve to live.” She stomped down at him. “How dare you decide they aren't worth it.” She drove her toes into the corrupt’s side and hissed, “Scorpion Swarm,” not even bothering to watch as the three large and ghostly scorpions appeared and moved towards the injured corrupt. She just continued to attack, viciously, unpredictably, and without a care to the damage she was doing to both herself, the corrupt, or anyone who happened to get in her way.
And then the damn corrupt opened his mouth to explain, to excuse, to lie, and that small sliver of self slipped out of her grasp. “They have names. They have families. They have mothers and fathers. They have lives.” Antares growled as she kicked out at the senshi. “You don’t know what they have been through. Don’t know what they have seen or done. They are people who deserve to live.” She stomped down at him. “How dare you decide they aren't worth it.” She drove her toes into the corrupt’s side and hissed, “Scorpion Swarm,” not even bothering to watch as the three large and ghostly scorpions appeared and moved towards the injured corrupt. She just continued to attack, viciously, unpredictably, and without a care to the damage she was doing to both herself, the corrupt, or anyone who happened to get in her way.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Scorpion Swarm
When the attack is called out three ghostly scorpions around the size of a ferret appears and advances upon the attended target. The scorpions can be touched, swatted, hit, and stepped on but it is not recommended since they are able to sting through clothes and armor alike. When one stings, it's target they lose all feeling in that particular limb... as if their limb is still asleep and has yet to wake up. They can still use it but they can't feel it at all. This affect lasts 30 seconds, any residual effects are up to the target if there is any at all.
The scorpions can be dodged and after 7 feet they disappear and they can only manifest for 30 seconds at a time. They do not travel in a straight line, rather they will head to anything moving so it could be tricked. The length of the scorpion and the length of the effects of the attack are separate, if you are stung in the beginning you have just as long as someone stung right before the scorpion disappears.
This attack can be used up to a maximum of three times in a battle. When the nine scorpions have been used no more can manifest until later. Using all available scorpions drains Antares severely.
When the attack is called out three ghostly scorpions around the size of a ferret appears and advances upon the attended target. The scorpions can be touched, swatted, hit, and stepped on but it is not recommended since they are able to sting through clothes and armor alike. When one stings, it's target they lose all feeling in that particular limb... as if their limb is still asleep and has yet to wake up. They can still use it but they can't feel it at all. This affect lasts 30 seconds, any residual effects are up to the target if there is any at all.
The scorpions can be dodged and after 7 feet they disappear and they can only manifest for 30 seconds at a time. They do not travel in a straight line, rather they will head to anything moving so it could be tricked. The length of the scorpion and the length of the effects of the attack are separate, if you are stung in the beginning you have just as long as someone stung right before the scorpion disappears.
This attack can be used up to a maximum of three times in a battle. When the nine scorpions have been used no more can manifest until later. Using all available scorpions drains Antares severely.
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They indeed had lives, pitiful ones on the streets, lonely ******** lives wandering about alone in the world. They might have parents but where were they? Not here, clearly, so what did that matter? They were here, on the streets, suffering and near deaths door already all due to their own addictions and problems - they own illnesses. He was simply helping them alone towards the inevitable, because he doubted these addicts, these homeless people, would find their way back from all of this. They were living in an encampment and had planted roots here, as far as he was concerned, it meant they had no intentions of escaping...of crawling their way out.
“And those families aren’t here.” They didn’t count, however much she might think they did, because why would or should they? They weren’t here and weren’t helping their children? How many thought their children were already dead? Would maybe even like to know if they were so they’d stop worrying about where or what had happened to their child? It would give closure to some of them; end the worry. He was only helping everyone involved. He didn’t get to say as much, to hiss out more poisonous words, because she was kicking him in the face and as sprawled on the ground she was stomping on his ribs. Hissing in pain, gasping, he was certain he felt something give though he wasn’t entirely sure. He felt sick, like he might retch, he was certain something had broken as the sick feeling nearly overwhelmed him.
He might have refrained from vomiting, even if the pain in his side was overwhelming, till she drove her toes in. That had him turning, twisting, and not even noticing the pained sound which passed his lips. He was vomiting as the feeling of nausea had crashed over him, a feeling he couldn't escape, as he shivered and shook with the force of it. It was because of this, the vomiting, that he didn’t notice the scorpions. He only noticed them when he felt the sting of one. Looking up, and over, he was wiping at his mouth and heaving and trying to just breathe though it wasn’t easy and the pain shot through him each time he tried to breathe. <******** thing.” Choked on words as he felt his leg just go numb…like if he’d sat wrong and his leg had gone to sleep. s**t, that would keep him from getting up. Perhaps it was dumb, and stupid, but he reached out with one arm and swung at her as best he could. The move was weak and caused him more pain than it likely caused her, like swatting at a fly, as he sucked in a sharp pained breath.
“And those families aren’t here.” They didn’t count, however much she might think they did, because why would or should they? They weren’t here and weren’t helping their children? How many thought their children were already dead? Would maybe even like to know if they were so they’d stop worrying about where or what had happened to their child? It would give closure to some of them; end the worry. He was only helping everyone involved. He didn’t get to say as much, to hiss out more poisonous words, because she was kicking him in the face and as sprawled on the ground she was stomping on his ribs. Hissing in pain, gasping, he was certain he felt something give though he wasn’t entirely sure. He felt sick, like he might retch, he was certain something had broken as the sick feeling nearly overwhelmed him.
He might have refrained from vomiting, even if the pain in his side was overwhelming, till she drove her toes in. That had him turning, twisting, and not even noticing the pained sound which passed his lips. He was vomiting as the feeling of nausea had crashed over him, a feeling he couldn't escape, as he shivered and shook with the force of it. It was because of this, the vomiting, that he didn’t notice the scorpions. He only noticed them when he felt the sting of one. Looking up, and over, he was wiping at his mouth and heaving and trying to just breathe though it wasn’t easy and the pain shot through him each time he tried to breathe. <******** thing.” Choked on words as he felt his leg just go numb…like if he’d sat wrong and his leg had gone to sleep. s**t, that would keep him from getting up. Perhaps it was dumb, and stupid, but he reached out with one arm and swung at her as best he could. The move was weak and caused him more pain than it likely caused her, like swatting at a fly, as he sucked in a sharp pained breath.
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“You don’t know them.” Stomp. “You don’t know what I- they’ve been through.” Kick. “What they are running from.” Kick, kick, stomp. “What they had to do to survive.” She wound up and slammed her foot into him as hard as she could. “You have no clue.” His weak attempt at a counter was batted away, her heel grinding into the back of his hand.
Antares leaned over him, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform, “You have no right to pass gas in their direction let alone judgement.” She was moving on instinct. On reaction. So it wasn’t a huge surprise when she murmured, ‘Scorpion Shadow Strike’ right before decking him squarely in the face. She felt the magic surge before leaving her like a wrung out dishcloth. Tired and weak. And yet she still wound up to punch him again when the sound of rapidly approaching sirens had her dropping him like a sack of potatoes.
For the first time since the fight started she looked around. The entire encampment was empty, except for the poor souls the corrupt had gotten to first… the homeless that had been sleeping when she barrelled in had scattered and apparently called in the cops. Antares hesitated, looking down at the mess of the corrupt and felt her own stomach roll. She had done that. She had beaten him so much… she really was her father’s child. And yet she still lingered until the sounds of tires screeching had her running away, the mental shadows of laughter echoing in her ears. Oh dear god, what had she become?
Antares leaned over him, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform, “You have no right to pass gas in their direction let alone judgement.” She was moving on instinct. On reaction. So it wasn’t a huge surprise when she murmured, ‘Scorpion Shadow Strike’ right before decking him squarely in the face. She felt the magic surge before leaving her like a wrung out dishcloth. Tired and weak. And yet she still wound up to punch him again when the sound of rapidly approaching sirens had her dropping him like a sack of potatoes.
For the first time since the fight started she looked around. The entire encampment was empty, except for the poor souls the corrupt had gotten to first… the homeless that had been sleeping when she barrelled in had scattered and apparently called in the cops. Antares hesitated, looking down at the mess of the corrupt and felt her own stomach roll. She had done that. She had beaten him so much… she really was her father’s child. And yet she still lingered until the sounds of tires screeching had her running away, the mental shadows of laughter echoing in her ears. Oh dear god, what had she become?
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Eternal Sailor Attack: Scorpion Shadow Strike
When this attack is called a giant shadow of a scorpion is interposed over Antares before drawing into her leaving just a shadow over her hand and a slight glassy sheen to her eyes. She then has only 30 seconds from the time the attack is called to punch the target before the affects of the attack dissipate. The punch doesn't have to be hard, even a glancing blow is all that is needed.
When the punch lands the target immediately starts to feel the result of the attack. They will feel as if their body is reacting from a highly toxic scorpion sting. The affects will likely be, but not limited to; pain, unusual head, neck and eye movements, rapid breathing, increased heart rate, involuntary muscle twitching or spamming, severe weakness, or even anaphylactic shock DEPENDING on the individual. It will be all in their head and no real harm will come to them other then the punch and any reaction the target will have after the attack has run its course, which is completely up to the target but disorientation is likely.
This attack can be dodged, avoid Antares or wait for the time limit to pass, it can only be used once in a fight, and the affects only last 15 seconds. This attack drains Antares severely and leaves her next to powerless.
When this attack is called a giant shadow of a scorpion is interposed over Antares before drawing into her leaving just a shadow over her hand and a slight glassy sheen to her eyes. She then has only 30 seconds from the time the attack is called to punch the target before the affects of the attack dissipate. The punch doesn't have to be hard, even a glancing blow is all that is needed.
When the punch lands the target immediately starts to feel the result of the attack. They will feel as if their body is reacting from a highly toxic scorpion sting. The affects will likely be, but not limited to; pain, unusual head, neck and eye movements, rapid breathing, increased heart rate, involuntary muscle twitching or spamming, severe weakness, or even anaphylactic shock DEPENDING on the individual. It will be all in their head and no real harm will come to them other then the punch and any reaction the target will have after the attack has run its course, which is completely up to the target but disorientation is likely.
This attack can be dodged, avoid Antares or wait for the time limit to pass, it can only be used once in a fight, and the affects only last 15 seconds. This attack drains Antares severely and leaves her next to powerless.
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It wasn’t that he was weak, or couldn’t fight, but rather he’d been taken by surprise by her rage and how vicious she was. Not just that but she’d been unrelenting in her attack on him, and his ribs had given far too early in the fight, it kept him from fighting back as her fists rained down on him and she kicked at him; at already broken ribs. The damage she’d done he didn’t know, couldn’t possibly know, but he knew breathing hurt and moving hurt even more. He heard the sirens, sort of, as he lay there with his mind drifting in and out of awareness as black spots danced about the edges of his vision.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he’d pass out, he could feel it approaching, he’d be powered down forcefully and that would be terrible. He couldn’t have the cops get to him but Miyamoto was in no shape to focus enough to teleport. He couldn’t get away, not that it was a terribly good idea in his condition anyway, he was going to be ******** and that thought was so distant it felt like reaching for something and only just touching it. A sound passed his lips, something he only just heard, the flashing lights were closer - too close. They were too bright and hurting his eyes as he lay there bloody and beaten, broken as well, frost surrounding him on the ground as his passive magic activated as if to keep them away from him….to ward them off.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he’d pass out, he could feel it approaching, he’d be powered down forcefully and that would be terrible. He couldn’t have the cops get to him but Miyamoto was in no shape to focus enough to teleport. He couldn’t get away, not that it was a terribly good idea in his condition anyway, he was going to be ******** and that thought was so distant it felt like reaching for something and only just touching it. A sound passed his lips, something he only just heard, the flashing lights were closer - too close. They were too bright and hurting his eyes as he lay there bloody and beaten, broken as well, frost surrounding him on the ground as his passive magic activated as if to keep them away from him….to ward them off.
