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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:38 pm
Anyone with an ounce of sense living in Destiny City knew not to wander around alone at night. It was always on the news, people being attacked after dark. It was surprising then how many people seemed to be of the opinion that they were somehow special, that the terrorists would never bother them, and so couldn’t be bothered to find a companion for their nightly strolls. It was surprising, stupid, and not something Captain Mica was inclined to complain about; it just made them easy pickings.
Tonight Mica had nabbed some college jock. The young man had clearly thought his muscles would keep him safe, hadn’t counted on a hooded figure dropping down onto him from the rooftops and slamming him against a wall. Perhaps it was the shock, or maybe the booze, but the foolish male found himself sluggish and growing tired, unable to fight off his attacker.
All too easy, Mica thought.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 12:02 am
Minkowski had common sense, but she was also patrolling... though as she was a senshi, it was excusable. As is, she hoped for another uneventful night, or to at least run into another senshi that she could help out without having to be the one doing combat with a youma; she was getting better at helping out where needed, but she just wasn't a battle-oriented senshi.
Tonight, however, it seemed like it wouldn't be one of those nights. Sensing an unknown power signature (she had yet to meet anyone from the Negaverse), Minkowski went to investigate... only to end up finding more than she bargained for.
"... What are you doing to that man?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 2:24 pm
For a reason she could not fully fathom, Mica seemed to draw the attention of a lot of fledgling Senshi. To her mind, it was further proof that Senshi lacked basic skills of observation and self-preservation. Did this girl not feel Mica?
“ Role-playing.” Was her dry response. “ He likes it rough.”
If the Senshi insisted on asking stupid questions, Mica felt it only fair to give stupid answers.
“ Move along, unless you want to join us.”
Mica’s eyes made a slow, pointed sweep of the diminutive Senshi, sizing her up. Considering her hair clips and whatnot, Mica was willing to bet that the Senshi had butterfly powers. That and the air of “fresh meat” that clung to her left Mica rather unafraid.
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