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"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Working night shift allowed her the opportunity to gather her energy during daylight hours, while all of her dastardly coworkers took to the shadows at night time to accrue theirs. It made for easier pickings - less worry about the senshi gallivanting around, trying to butt in to her business. Most of the children were in school or... or wherever they tended to be during the sunny hours, as opposed to their midnight patrols.

What Captain Angelite hadn't expected to run into, though, was a furry little opponent (was he an opponent? He seemed far too harmless to be considered an enemy) that she'd managed to corner. The older woman had seen only Mau that associated with the Negaverse - so finding one of the White Moon's little henchcats could be prosperous for their cause, if she managed to catch it and bring it back to headquarters.

Crouching down towards the ground, two fingers crooked in the direction of the guardian cat. "Come here, kitty. Let's get a better look at you."




It had been months since that fateful night when he'd learned that he and his husband apparently had some bullshit magical (more like worthless) hidden powers. He only remembered the night because the bullshit had to happen on his ********' birthday, of all ********' nights.

Not that Paul Jones held a grudge against his worthless powers or anything.

Still, curiosity had gotten the better of him over the whole situation, namely the giant monster snake that they'd come across when their alter egos had decided to make an appearance. He hadn't seen a monster since then - shitheads and drug lords and cheating spouses - sure. But monsters?

Had it all been in his imagination?

Apparently no, no it hadn't been. He'd decided to take himself back to the scene of the crime, thinking about the power he'd embraced along with the ridiculous piece of jewelry... and before he knew it, he'd felt the shift. No longer was Paul standing there but Sodom, page of Saturn...

....whatever the ******** that was supposed to mean.

He probably should have waited for Noah, to work out all the kinks in this little adventure instead of investigating while his spouse was busy making the big money at work. Paul had never been the smart one of the two, clearly, and it was even more apparent when the nauseating feeling started gnawing at the back of his head.

There was a presence nearby - it didn't feel like the snake lady had, but it was certainly revolting all the same.

Curiosity once again getting the better of him, the burly man ducked out of the alleyway and made his way in search of the strange sensation that only seemed to grow stronger the further he walked.

"Secret powers? They're not so secret if you're telling the world about them..."

Her tone was light and playful, the cat clearly taking issue with her choice of allegiance. While she'd only interacted with a few Mau in her history of the Negaverse, she'd never come across one as...lively as the little chittering one in front of her. Perhaps he was still a kitten? Which would explain how easily he was riled up...

"Sushi? You like sushi?" Crouching forward, she inched closer - though made sure her hand was still far enough away to avoid being swiped by the nervous alien cat. "I know a wonderful little place that serves the freshest fish in theirs. I'd be happy to buy us some, to talk to you for a little while..."

Namely, she intended to talk to the furball while in the dark recesses of the Negaverse.

Minor little tidbit to leave out, really.



Trial and error had him making his way down the sidewalk. Strolling wasn't the word he'd use, not with the strange and alarming sensation teasing the back of his mind. Someone or something was out and about and he was determined to investigate.

A shrill voice caught his attention about the same time that he sensed a second power - much smaller than the first - that countered the initial nausea. Was there something else out there looking for the Bad s**t too?

The answer came in the form of a hunkered down woman and a... wait.

What the ******** in the mouth of the alleyway, Sodom's large size towered over the other two forms, the blonde haired woman letting out a short gasp as she jerked around, clearly startled by his presence.

"What the hell is going on here?"

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Angelite was already cursing herself for having slipped up - she'd been so focused on the silly little talking cat to realize there had been a new aura pop up. It clearly must have been weak, in retrospect, but the large man in front of her looked anything but.

Her mouth opened to immediately start in on a defense but the little furball was quicker. Soon enough, he was blabbering on about her attempt to kidnap him (at least, she thought - Angel wasn't entirely sure, the Mau's words peppered with strange terms she wasn't familiar with).

"Let's not get too hasty now, friend."

Offering the Page a strained smile, she rose from her knelt position as her weapon materialized in her palm.

"We wouldn't want anyone getting hurt, now would we?"





The cat started screeching and it took Sodom's brain a moment to catch up and realize that the ******** cat was the one talking to him.

Nails dug into the fabric of his uniform, the feline scaling up his leg - then his side - all the way up to his shoulder as he babbled, half in English, half in what the ******** cats shouldn't have come as a surprise, especially after having been forced to snap the neck of a snake woman. Still, it took a moment for him not to swat the little b*****d off his shoulder completely, the Page caught entirely off guard by the sudden, hasty retreat to safety.

The furry ******** wasn't the one emitting the dark feeling, though - but the woman in blue was and the large man found his body tensing as he watched her rise. A whip appeared out of ********' thin air and his feet fell back into a defensive position.

Alright, well - he'd sought out trouble and it looked like he'd managed to find it.

"You're the one pulling out a weapon, lady." He glanced towards the feline now hunkered down on his jacket - and trying not to get too pissed at all the fur accumulating on it, "They get ******** weapons and I don't?"

Wait a ******** second....what the hell had the cat just called him? Beefy?

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Huh.

Big Man must have been new on the scene because he was staring at the Mauvian as if he'd sprouted a second head. If he didn't know the importance of talking kitties, perhaps he wouldn't care if one managed to disappear into the Negaspace.

"Tell you what, why don't you just hand over your little furry annoyance there and we'll call it even? We can both go home without quarrel."

The man seemed to hesitate at the offer but eyes eventually narrowed. It seemed the proposition was a no-go.

Ah, well.

"Suit yourself," she tsked aloud. With a flick of her wrist, she stepped forward and sent the whip's tails in the Page's direction.




The cat was an unhelpful little furbag, suggesting he run when the lady in front of him was clearly itching for a fight. At the mention of beef arms, he felt the instinctive need to flex... not that he had much time to show them off to the feline, before the woman struck.

He saw her hand move out in the corner of his eye and instinct had his arm raising to defend himself. The whip's tails curled around his lower arm, sending a sharp, stinging pain throughout his limb. Already his heart began to beat faster, his breathing quickening as the nerves in his arm started to react, adrenaline releasing itself into his system.

There was a wince, a grunt and then a wide grin as Sodom's arm pulled forward, yanking the wide-eyed Captain towards him and forcing her into his space.

"Looks like it's my turn now, lady."

There was a sickening, giddy feeling of success when the whip made connection with her target. In the few practice trials she'd held with inanimate objects, she'd managed to distance herself far enough off to make impact and draw the leather back... but this was the first time she'd used it and succeeded to hit another person. Calculations hadn't included the potential that the tails would physically wrap themselves around the burly arm it hit, so when the beast of a man had the audacity to yank her forward, Captain Angelite made a very unlady-like squeak at being tugged forward.

Eyes widened in fear as she saw his hand draw back, his comment sending her into a panic. Hands released the whip and heels made an instinctive backpedal but nothing, nothing prepared her for what came next.

The feline was glowing - namely the cute little star on his forehead - but before she or the Page had a time to react, a beam of light came straight from the cat, hitting the older woman straight in the face.

Pain shot through her, eyes blinded by the sheer brightness of the attack. The step back she was attempting turned into a stumble and instinct took over.

Angelite wasn't a fighter. She was a schemer and when the going got tough, the good Captain got going.

Not one for witty final remarks, she blinked out of the alleyway, teleporting herself to safety and away from the large man and his pesky little cat cannon. The whip disappeared shortly thereafter, dissolving into thin air and leaving the Page alone with both a sore arm and a shoulder-Mau.





While Sodom had issues with striking a woman, his indecision was always pretty quick to clear itself once she struck first - especially when weapons were involved.

The wicked grin spread across his scruffy face as his free arm pulled itself back, fist curling into a ball. He could always feel the sickening crack of the impact from knuckle to soft flesh but a large, bright beam caught him completely off guard, preventing him from obtaining the satisfaction of such a feeling.

His breath caught in his throat as the energetic little fleabag on his jacket let off an energy attack that almost had Sodom jerking away in surprise. To his credit, he stood firmly planted to the ground but not without his head whipping to the side to stare at the tiny babbling cat.

What the ******** woman was gone - vanished. She didn't crumble into ash like the snake b***h had, she just... she just <******** disappeared. Talk about anticlimactic.

Any semblance of negative aura was gone, leaving only the small blip belonging to the feline, who immediately began chattering again as if he hadn't just blasted the b***h into another realm (or wherever the hell she'd ******** off to).

One large hand moved up and thick fingers gripped the scruff of the cat's neck. Pulling the beast to dangle in front of him, eyebrows furrowed as he stared into wide, cheerful looking eyes.

"You and me. We've got some s**t to discuss, cat."

His mouth opened but the prattling pussycat wasn't letting him get a word in edgewise. All of it came out bizarre, like he'd hailed from a bad kung-fu movie or some s**t.

The lines on his forehead creased even deeper as he stared, violet eyes watching as tiny jaws jabbered on until finally, finally, the little pipsqueak paused for some air.

Someplace safe.

It was the first goddamn thing to come out of the furball’s mouth that made sense.

“Yeah, prolly should,” he grunted, a man of few words compared to the furry counterpart in his grip.

Glancing left and right, he double-checked for the coast to be clear of any other energy signatures before stepping into the alleyway and powering down. The whip’s mark remained, as did the cat in his hand. Shifting to let the feline back onto his broad shoulder, he winced as he probed at the lashes on his arm for a moment before pulling out his cell from his back pocket.

Whatever this fleabag said that made sense, it was probably wiser to have Noah there to listen. His better half would know what to do - s**t, he'd probably understand more of the babbling than Paul did.

Idly, his eyes flickered over to the cat as he made his exit from the alley. “Taking you home, got someone else who needs some explanations too.”

Home made sense. It did.

But it also meant bringing a furry creature into a residence that had been deemed strictly animal-free by his stickler of a spouse.

God, he hoped this was gonna be worth the backlash he was gonna get.