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itsjustagamerp2012-01-08 08:59 pm
verygassy) wrote in itsjustagamerp2012-01-08 08:59 pm
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Is this the mighty power you call on?
Characters: "Sailor Venus", aka Galactica!Sailor Venus, and OPEN.
Content: Minako's doppelganger is herself from the rather recent past, during a moment she'd rather forget happened. Unfortunately, "Sailor Venus" isn't exactly going away anytime soon. And armed with Minako's memories of the Satellite, she's going to have some fun with her light selves' new friends now that she's out and aboutin the name of Galaxia of course...
Location: Everywhere
Time of day: All throughout the week.
Warnings: While Venus cannot access her powers, violence is going to be inevitable with her.
The advent of evil selves had brought on a flurry of shock, fights and many many Cambot postings about the creatures. It was quite clear that, in a sense, she wasn't alone. Others like her roamed around, causing chaos and confusion.
But, in another sense, she was alone. She was unlike all the others. She sprung fully formed, born from blood and violence once before. Existence was nothing new for her. Nor was her loathing for everyone who was not like her. She sensed only one person like her, her so-called good self, a sailor crystal whose power was muted.
Everyone else was trash. All piled together, all huddled and hoping their lives meant something. In the end, they didn't. Her first rebirth under Galaxia had taught her that. Even her other self, in a way, was now part of that trash. Venus could justify it. Minako had a choice to become something greater, to create a glorious new history, just as Galaxia had tried. Instead she rejected that chance. She, too, was expendable, like all these other mortal bags of slowly-rotting flesh.
She wouldn't destroy them just yet, though. She could, but she wouldn't. She was Venus, after all. The unattainable goddess who played with the hearts of men and women, destroying those who got to close in the end. The fun-loving one. And playing with these people? Promised so much fun...
Content: Minako's doppelganger is herself from the rather recent past, during a moment she'd rather forget happened. Unfortunately, "Sailor Venus" isn't exactly going away anytime soon. And armed with Minako's memories of the Satellite, she's going to have some fun with her light selves' new friends now that she's out and about
Location: Everywhere
Time of day: All throughout the week.
Warnings: While Venus cannot access her powers, violence is going to be inevitable with her.
The advent of evil selves had brought on a flurry of shock, fights and many many Cambot postings about the creatures. It was quite clear that, in a sense, she wasn't alone. Others like her roamed around, causing chaos and confusion.
But, in another sense, she was alone. She was unlike all the others. She sprung fully formed, born from blood and violence once before. Existence was nothing new for her. Nor was her loathing for everyone who was not like her. She sensed only one person like her, her so-called good self, a sailor crystal whose power was muted.
Everyone else was trash. All piled together, all huddled and hoping their lives meant something. In the end, they didn't. Her first rebirth under Galaxia had taught her that. Even her other self, in a way, was now part of that trash. Venus could justify it. Minako had a choice to become something greater, to create a glorious new history, just as Galaxia had tried. Instead she rejected that chance. She, too, was expendable, like all these other mortal bags of slowly-rotting flesh.
She wouldn't destroy them just yet, though. She could, but she wouldn't. She was Venus, after all. The unattainable goddess who played with the hearts of men and women, destroying those who got to close in the end. The fun-loving one. And playing with these people? Promised so much fun...
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Crap, caught totally off-guard on that one. Liz stumbles forward, catching herself on the counter, before she yanks her sword out of its sheath and whips around, swinging it.
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Cute. But... Casually she throws the sword from her with considerable force. Against a sailor soldier, Liz...unimpressive at best!
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"How's a perverted sailor soldier like you any worse off than a universal tyrant?"
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At this, she brings her wrist up, the bracelet glistening eerily even in the shadows.
Even like this, you are no match for me. Her other hand comes up, casually flipping a butcher knife she snatched from behind her. It is almost like fighting a child.
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Perhaps she was even laughing at her foe, her pitiful little mortal foe, armed with nothing but a sword...
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She saw the sidestep, anticipated it almost. Liz was so slow. Her moves were almost backwards. She let it hit. A line of green appeared. But it was a trick; for Venus it was barely a scratch.
Meanwhile, using the momentum of her arms swinging backwards from her charging at Liz, she jumped backwards into Liz just as Liz's swing had finished, thrusting the hand with the bitcher knife upwards towards Liz's very close - and very un-protected - flesh.
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I think I will hang this up on my wall. At this, she looked at Liz, and took a kick towards the wrist which held Liz's sword. Then again, its from such a pathetic opponent...
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And she proceeds to dive at the shade with a punch.
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And then, just like that, she was gone. Back into the shadows, before the punch could hit.
Don't worry! I'll kill you later, with the others. Until then~!
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Which meant she was still running amok. Shit.
She made her way toward the sink, grabbing a towel to deal with the wound in her shoulder. Whatever the hell was going on here, they'd better deal with this quick.