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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 6:13 pm
How long had it been since the last time? Did it matter? For all the training, for all the distractions, the questions just festered and plagued in the back of her mind like a rot. It shouldn't have bothered her. It shouldn't have mattered. It hadn't in the beginning. So why did she keep wondering? Why did it matter now? Amphitrite was all she was. Desdemona was the ruse, the mask, the convenience, the deception.
Yet, still...
It wasn't an active attempt to seek her, exactly. Amphitrite's pride would not allow her to admit that there was any reason she should want to see any member of the order and their filth beyond elimination or bringing them into the loving embrace of the Negaverse. But it was always in the back of her mind as she patrolled, wondering when in fact she would cross paths with the cat again.
Was it so bad? - was it so weak to want some answers? Some clarity?
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 2:09 pm
Most of life lately was just… being a cat. Or as much of a cat as she could be, all things considered. Cat-girl, maybe. Ever since the attack on the Negaverse, she’d been taking it decidedly easy. Less being out and about, more being at home with Nadia and Lorne, Colin and Quenton. Spending time tinkering with things and writing flaming criticisms of people online, when she wasn’t talking to her new ‘boyfriend’.
She had done her duty by the White Moon, she figured. She’d fought alongside her allies, with her own hands, after countless hours finding and awakening new senshi, educating them, gathering information and building devices for the betterment of them all... she deserved a break. Not quite retirement, exactly, but more than just a weekend or two.
Its why she wasn’t expecting anything as she made her way home from Headquarters to Nadia’s little place. She wasn’t looking to get into it with any agents, even as she had her senses trained for an ambush by one of their nasty little monsters. She felt the corrupt approaching before she saw her, and like any clever cat, she darted out of the open and into an alley, bounding around to the back of a closed store. There, some boards leaned against the wall made a large enough space she could squeeze under their lee, hiding herself in the shadows. She stared outwards with wide, lambent eyes, her focus on the rooftops for whoever it was.
Maybe they’d pass by quickly and be gone so she could continue on her way. A girl could hope, right?
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 4:12 am
It had been a quiet night up until then, jumping almost idly from rooftop to rooftop and taking some measure of enjoyment in the simple exhilaration of being - well, above it all, in both the literal sense and beyond. Amphitrite took the thrills where she could get them.
She gave pause on one rooftop with a click of her shell heels, finally, the wind billowing behind her and pushing her hair into her face. The corrupt super pushed it back again, staring out over the alleyway with narrowed eyes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 2:17 pm
The feel of a corrupt grew closer and then it… stopped. The small grey cat sighed to herself. Of course they would stop here, right when she was passing by. She wasn’t going to be able to leave until they did and who knew when that would be. Ears pressed to her little head, Ash crept forward on silent paws to peek out from her shelter, angling herself to try and catch a glimpse of whoever it was making her life inconvenient right now. A flash of teal and cream made her heart sink.
Amphitrite. Her great failure. She hadn’t seen the girl since the capture of all those agents… when she had willfully put her people at risk to free the one she had lost. The resulting fight could have gone very badly and she still felt a measure of guilt for it, even if she’d had good intentions. It lucky no one knew what had happened that night… Thraen would have been upset with her, and probably Methone and Aegir as well.
Slinking out, the mauvian rose in a burst of sparkles and mass to stand on two feet, blue hair falling like ribbons to her knees. A toy gun appeared in her hand and with a flourish of it, her form… changed, turning dark and lit from the inside with lines of code. When it cleared, her outfit had changed and platform boots carried her to the roof to touch down, more or less, lightly. (boots were still something to get used to, and a little clunky for it.)
“Amphitrite.” Ash called to the corrupt from the next building over, poised on the edge of the roof with a hand on her cocked hip and a little purple, plastic gun swinging jauntily from a forefinger. “Fancy meeting you here. You look… well.”
It wasn’t the most… flashy of entrances, or the most clever of lines, but nothing would have been very good with the little frown of concern on her brow.
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