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 Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:43 pm
Patrolling was no fun, Rosalind knew this. The last time she had gone out on one of her little sailor soldier excursions, she ended up running into a pink-haired, villainous little harlot! Her scalp still ached from where the girl-- Serandite-- had ripped a chunk of her silky locks out. It wasn't terribly noticeable, so Rosalind sort of took an "out of sight, out of mind" approach to it, but it still hurt when she thought about it.
"My feet are beginning to hurt," Rosalind moaned, "buuuut atleast I'm patrolling an area that's actually worth protecting." Being the rookie senshi she was, Rosalind was sort of... aimlessly wandering around metropolitan areas of Destiny City. Unfortunately, she kept an eye more on the displays behind shop windows than the safety of civilians or any suspicious characters. With each street she strutted down inconspicuously, her 'patrol' became a window-shopping spree more and more. "Ohh, I just have to come back for that dress tomorrow... And maybe those shoes, and..." Rosalind could have called it a night right then and there, but then a horrendous youma had to show its ugly face from behind one of the display windows she so adored.
The youma was unlike the chocolately pile of goop she faced with Derp not too long ago-- this one slinked out of the discount bin, and was comprised of all the horrendous things Rosalind so disliked-- argyle, polyester, hawaiian prints... It was truly frightening. The youma proceeded to bust out through the glass and shoot argyle socks at her, to which Rosalind shrieked and ran to the opposite side of the street. "D-don't make me bounce you like a bad check, youma!" Rosalind then took cover behind a mailbox as the fashion faux-pas youma stumbled further out of the ruined shop, leaving a trail of hideous christmas ties and granny panties in its wake. She made a mental note to never shop there after this incident, especially if they carried those kinds of clothes!
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 10:34 am
Luckily for Rosalind (or maybe not), Sailor Corvus had also been keeping an eye out on this part of town. Not because of the sales that she had found earlier while shopping with one of her girlfriends, but because there had been reports of 'monster sightings' in the area. It was amusing, really, how tabloids suddenly became a go to guide for the whereabouts of youma... And aliens, although she tried very hard not to think of them anymore for her own reasons.
Corvus hopped down from her lofty perch, heels landing on the pavement with a distinct click. The youma was appalling, although not nearly as bad as some of the ones that she had seen (the trashy youma she'd fought in her first battle with Eridanus, for example), but ugh. Really?
She listened to the futile challenge coming from the girl she had seen walking the street, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she watched and waited. All she needed was for the youma to attack...
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 4:26 pm
The mailbox was, unfortunately, not the best hiding spot for a sailor soldier with an oversized skirt. The minty green fabric poofed out and over both sides of the mailbox, while her golden pumps and hair streaks gleamed in a streetlight-- Rosalind could have just given the youma an invitation to attack her.
While squatting down and trying her best to think up a plan of action, razor-sharp Christmas ties shot through the mailbox and narrowly past her face. Letters flew up into the air, and then back down like rain. "That's it!!" Rosalind said, "that could have smeared my makeup, or worse!!" She hopped from behind the mailbox and into plain sight, arching an eyebrow in disbelief. The youma shot another horrendous garment, an orange turtle neck, in Rosalind's direction.
She dodged it once more, albeit barely, so it hit a store window behind her. It happened to be a pet store-- puppies howled, cats hissed, snakes rattled-- if there were to be any more noise or damage, Rosalind would surely draw some unnecessary attention to herself.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 4:20 pm
Clearly the youma was just too dimwitted to notice that she was even there, although the other senshi didn't seem too concerned about another person's presence either. She continued to watch the other girl for a moment before springing into action, landing squarely in front of the youma's next attack; this time a spray of hair pins that reminded her very much of another senshi's attack... One that she had felt the brunt of first hand before.
"Honestly. You're facing off against a youma and all you're worried about is your makeup?" Her eyes gleamed as her focus remained steadily on the youma in front of her, addressing the beast in an attempt to draw its attention towards her instead. "I'm Sailor Corvus and I'm going to turn you to dust! Vengeance!"
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 3:43 pm
"That's not all I'm worried about, actually," Rosalind said while scrunching her nose, "the beast's attack could have ruined my clothes. Or my hair." Really, this other girl was (reasonably) pretty, so she had to know the maidenly priorities. Things like tastefully applied makeup, elegant clothing, all those kinds of things.
She was kind of tickled that there was another sailor soldier here to save the day. This just meant less work for Rosalind, she could just stand back and wait for her to dust the youma, then leave for home. This job was not so hard as it seemed!
"Sailor Corvus? Yes, do it, turn the thing to dust-- it almost ruined my beauty!!" Rosalind struck a sassy pose, and added, "I'll bounce it like a bad check, if need be, as I'm Sailor Rosalind, the Soldier of Wealth!!"
Surely, the black-colored soldier would be astounded by her lovely display of elegance and sophistication.
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