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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:17 pm
It had been a rough night. While most Sundays were spent lazily, most likely shopping down Calico Lane, this one in particular was a day-long youma hunt. The annoying pest was the size of a golf ball, yet it had the strength of a bulldozer. Rosalind and Perseus had only just dusted it, at around 8PM, while Gloria was sure to be at the ring, and Alba was most likely spending her time being a harlot down the hall. It was, after all, the best time of day for romance. Why Alba wanted it with a sissy boy was beyond Elegancia's reasoning, but it didn't matter-- the exhausted soldier needed some rest. So much so, in fact, that the auburn-haired scout had forgotten to undo her transformation.
Slinking her way up the dormitory stairway, golden pumps clacking the entire way up, Rosalind struggled to make her way back to her gorgeous abode (despite the freaks she lived with, of course). But something strange happened when she finally reached her destination-- she put a gloved hand on the doorknob, and suddenly felt a spark of magical energy. Although it definitely wasn't evil, it was strong and close-- Rosalind didn't want to take any chances. Kicking the door to her dorm open (partly because she was surprised and partly because she forgot her key in her room), the Soldier of Wealth sashayed forward into their pad.
"Who's in here? Judging by the room in the far corner, a very fine young lady dwells here-- I cannot forgive you for intruding such a wonderful and sacred place!!" Rosalind felt the energy swirling around her, yet she couldn't pinpoint it visually. Suddenly, she heard some grunting in the direction of the window...
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:21 pm
She would have done anything to have spent the end of her weekend lying in close proximity of Simon, perhaps while reading a book or snuggling close while the sun began to set. It would have been a relaxing way to end a productive weekend of homework and gym drills, but as it were, walking back home proved to be complicated -- a youma had barged through a used retailer just a few blocks away and showed no signs of stopping. Alba had already been exhausted from the workout, evident by the way her hair slumped loosely out of its pony-tail or the sweat stains unappealingly visible against her tank top. There was a brief moment in which she played with the idea of not responding to the danger; to simply take a different route back to the dorms and let someone else deal with the enraged monster.
However, a piercing and frightful scream had chased the fantasy away. A transformation and several hours later, Sailor Alcyone found herself back en-route towards the Sovereign Heights dormitory, leaping from rooftop to rooftop and no worse for wear. Every muscle in her body ached, and as the window loomed closer with every hurdle and jump so did the desire to take a long and therapeutic shower grow. It was a relief for spring to finally bloom and thaw away the ice, as it was easier for her to slip into her dorm undetected through the open window. Today, unfortunately, would not be one of those days. Not only would her entrance spark unwanted attention, it would also prolong the shower she so desperately wanted to take.
Alcyone froze the minute her heals were safely planted in her room. Just as Rosalind had detected her own presence, the senshi of storms felt an energy spike and immediately went on guard. As far as she knew, Simon was the only other person with the capabilities to power up within their floor of the dorms, and what she felt was definitely not his signature. Curious enough, though, it was familiar, and even more so when the senshi in question called out. There was only one human being in the span of Destiny City who would ever speak in such an impudent manner, and the mere thought of her being a few feet away caused Alcyone to press the bridge of her nose in frustration.
She groaned. It just had to be her.
"It's not just one person who lives here, I assure you." She spoke, making herself known by leaning against the open doorway, her arms crossed. "As you can see, you are not needed here. You've already done enough damage already--" She made a point to stare at the front door, now loose from its hinges. "So please, just go and find yourself a lieutenant to ...um, what was it you said you do? ...Right, right, break. Go break a lieutenant. Like you did to our door."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:40 pm
"Oh, excuse me? I can't seem to remember you-- and that's saying something, since I know everyone that matters." She put her hands on her hips and strutted back and forth, her eyes following Alcyone like the Mona Lisa would. "I've obviously left quite an impression on you. I tend to do that! Do I blame people? Of course not-- it's not so often you see a beauty such as myself. Try not to hold it against me for not remembering you." Inching a little closer to the Soldier of Storms, Rosalind scrunched her nose up in disgust and coughed dramatically.
"Ugh, that stench!! Now, unfortunately, I remember you-- how could I forget that filthy appearance? You're that rotten little scout who blindly goes around spouting nonsense. Maybe your teammates take it easy on you-- they probably find your accent quaint-- but unless you learn to speak proper English, I have nothing else to say to you. Except that you need to do something about your man odor and perspiration issues." She had said her part, turning her back to go to her room-- wait. Alcyone's words echoed in her ears. "... you live here?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:18 pm
It would have been foolish to think that the Senshi of Self-Entitlement wouldn't be walking away without a nauseating monologue to address, and as such, Alcyone was ready to roll her eyes at the slightest indication of grand delusions. Her preparations did not go unrewarded, as Rosalind didn't take a single second's pause for granted; Her back-handed compliments rolled off her tongue as easily as sipping on lemonade, and just as sour. Alcyone arched an eyebrow as the excessively-dressed sailor scout continued to verbally backlash against her, all the while moving closer to the individual dorm rooms themselves.
"Yes." She responded flatly, taking a step towards her. "It's hard to forget someone as conceited and as pointless as you. And let me just say, since you wanted to bring in body odor into this conversation: you reek of a Hallmark Card store. You're trying too hard to hide yourself behind that artificial smell."
"And, again, yes." Her exasperation with Rosalind was beginning to show, so much so that there was hardly any care of her knowing where she lived. If anything, it might even keep the girl at bay. "So I can say with confidence that you are, in fact, going the wrong way. You need to go out behind you, where you came from, and then go down the stairs to the left. Don't even bother with the door, I'll just have maintenance fix it when they have the time to."
"But as for you." She continued. "You are not welcome here. I've already asked once, and now I'm going to ask a final time. Get out." By now, Alcyone had walked several paces forward in hopes of shepherding Rosalind through the door and out of their dorm.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:47 pm
"I'm sorry, like I said, I cannot understand you. It's hard to decipher the things that flap out of your gums when they're laced with an ugly accent. I'll get out as soon as you take the next flight back to Costaguatamexirico, deal?" Alcyone's attempt to oust Rosalind by inching closer and closer did not go unnoticed-- it was hard to take her seriously with such a ridiculous accent, honestly. The auburn-haired heiress smirked, then stood Alcyone face-to-face. They were so close that they were breathing the same air from each other, it was almost intimate-- their eyes locked. Teasingly, Rosalind added, "would you mind if I borrowed a cup of sugar? Since you live here you should know where it is. Right, Alba? Or is it Gloria? You definitely could not be Elegancia, I know that girl-- she's lovely. And prettier than most."
The whole thing was supremely hilarious, really. "Who is going to pay for the door? Not you, that's for sure. Honestly, you're so useless! You're a poor sailor soldier, and you're a poor human being." She chuckled in Alcyone's face, "you don't have any money or status. Just your fat." Then she cocked an eyebrow and flicked Alcyone's storm brooch. "I have to admit. You even got the short end of the stick when it comes to outfits. Your skirt is the color of baby feces."
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