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 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:11 pm
Trona was out on patrol.... and bored out of her freaking mind.
You would think a teenage girl with super powers and a sexy outfit would be on top of the world but even she had to admit some times this whole Lieutenant business dragged. Where was the excitement? Where was the thrill? Where was the party? She flicked her hair over her shoulder before resting her hand on her hip elegantly. Her candy pink eyes scanning the streets bellow.
Even standing dramatically on roof tops had got old fast. She sighed and shook her head, trying to come up with some way to amuse herself, since she had become a member of the Negaverse she had been pretty under the radar, but not for much longer. Soon she would take her place on the stage and the world would would look in wonder as a new star was born.
A star named Trona.
She turned, and jumped - landing on her feet at the base of the building, dark alleys were all the rage these days. Destiny City at night, now that is where the party was. Now the only question was who was going to show? A smirk crawled onto her lips - if the fun would not come to Trona, she would sniff it out herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:37 pm
Magellan was in a fine mood that night.
Fine was a dangerous word for any woman, but it was especially dangerous for Magellan. Fine could mean anything from actually being fine -- she tried to be straightforward -- to being fine, which she generally only admitted to appreciating hearing when it was her boyfriend making the observation. It could be the false fine that meant s**t was about to hit the fan in .2 seconds if someone didn't rapidly backtrack and apologize, or it could be the fine that was a little bit of everything bubbling under the surface waiting for the slightest provocation to blow up.
(Tonight, it was the last kind of fine.)
She didn't know if she was just excessively hormonal (and dear god she wanted chocolate like no one's business) or if it was something else getting to her, but by the time Magellan had dusted two youma, she was still in a piss poor mood. The night was still young, and she was in the mood to get really exhausted; maybe if she tired herself out enough, she'd be too tired to be angry when she went to bed. Or something.
She'd never been that great at plans.
Heels clicking against the rooftop, she paused a moment to glance around and see if anything caught her interest, prepared to continue along if not. If she hadn't been at just the right angle to catch a glimpse of a figure in the moonlight, she might have missed her entirely. However, she didn't -- and she didn't fail to recognize the familiar cut to that outfit, either.
The tips of her boots peeking over the edge of the building, she crossed her arms and leaned forward a bit, eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 12:00 am
Trona snapped her head back, to look at at the source of the voice, it was funny, she had never actually come in contact with a senshi until now. She raised a eyebrow, her head landing on her hip once more. "What the heck is wrong with you hair... you look like a mop." She stated looking genuinly confused about how someone would dare wonder around looking like that. Maybe it was not the best idea to taunt a already pissed off senshi, however bad fashion sense was just something she could not let live.
Of cause the new Lieutenant was truly clueless to the rank of this one or how dangerous a bull she was waving a flag in front of. Truth be told even if she did she would still be as cocky. "My name is Trona sweetheart. Don't wear it out." She stated with a small chuckle raising her hand to rest it under her chin.
Well the math seemed very simple.
Kick the Senshi in the head -> Impress Zink -> Get her promotion.
Simples.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 10:12 am
Okay, first of all, her hair did not look like a mop. Sure, the whack job she'd given herself in Parker's bathroom hadn't exactly been top notch, but she'd gone to a salon that afternoon and had it fixed up. The look was mature and stylish, and the fact that some bratty-a** little whelp was mocking it was all the nudge her mood needed to go from "Barely Contained Threat" to "Nuclear Explosion." Normally, Dani would have taken at least a few minutes to identify whether the person who was lipping off to her was actually a threat or if they just needed a stern talking to, but she didn't care.
Vaulting off the rooftop, she tucked her arms into her sides and aimed one leg out, barely paying any attention as the other girl introduced herself. What did she care about names, anyway? This person had pissed her off and she looked enough like a Negaverse agent that she could justify kicking the crap out of her if it turned out she was actually an ally.
For a Super Senshi, she didn't exactly make the best decisions. But, well, her temper had always gotten the better of her in the heat of battle, and that wasn't the kind of thing that changed overnight. She'd probably reflect on this moment later and get really annoyed with herself, but just then, she really didn't care.
So it was all offense, all the time.
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