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It was a lonely night, depending on the type of person you were and considering the Medi was not quite a person anymore, it was like most other days.

Loneliness was a persisting idea that coiled around her as surely as the snakes coiled in her hair. She didn't even know if it was an emotion she could still feel or if it was a reminiscent 'feeling' left over from the days when she'd been more person than snake...creature...youma.

But it was not loneliness that brought her to the surface world, instead it was hunger and a desire to find a new dress for one of her recent toys. The etching on the walls of her cave had told her that another year had passed. If she could remember how hold she was then another year would have been ticked off.

Up ahead was a pretty girl, of which Medi stopped to admire before the rumbling of hunger, of desire for the thing housed in the girls chest had her slithering forward, creeping up from behind. As she grew closer the hungry snakes that made up her hair lifted, hissing in anticipation.

Her snake-hair had lifted, spitting and hissing and trying to lash out at the potential snack despite Medi herself having seemed somewhat reluctant to move. Yet, she was still hungry and her instincts drove her more than anything else and she was reaching after the girl when she screamed.

Then she ran and with a heaved sigh, the youma was slithering after her, long tail and body allowing her to cover a fair amount of distance as she moved.

"Sssstop," she hissed, word tumbling from her lip before she could think of an alternative.

<Medusssssa ssssaysss ssstop> Came the chiming chorus of her snakes and, if the poor girl looked back, she might have been met with Medi's stone-eyed gaze.

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Gorgon's Gaze: When she wills it, Medi's eyes can glaze over and, when this gaze meets directly with another's, it can temporarily paralyze her opponent/target in question for an upwards of 15 seconds, unless agreed otherwise.

Afterwards, her prey will slowly regain their motor abilities (albeit, they may be feeling a little stiff) and can escape.

"I've had it with these ********' youma in my ********' city!" Faust growled to himself his stumpy feline legs speeding along on pavement. Down one sidewalk, across the street, a quick sprint through an alley. Faust dipped under a well-worn barred gate, his a** just bumping the bottom rung, and squirmed out on the other side near enough to the action. Some girl was booking it from the aura he felt, then she looked back and tripped over her own two damn feet.

Two legs don't be good, Sugartits. Faust sprinted in her direction, lightly panting. The youma was almost upon her by feel — he couldn't see past the parked cars.

But he could get to the girl. Claws skidded to a stop on the pavement as he left his long, white, keratin-based tallies. "Yo, get up. We ain't got time for this s**t." Double puffy paws came down at her arm as he pushed on the girl relentlessly. "You pickin' up what I'm puttin' — aw, hell with it."

Abruptly, the cat drew golden slivers of energy into his forehead star, about-faced toward the youma, and fired off a liberal beam. He hadn't aimed well — he only wanted to hit any goddamn part of it — and he already felt his muscles slow down. They felt tired again, like he just ran half a mile.

"Can you stand?" He called over his shoulder. He bristled then, but only for a moment; a glimmer grew in his eyes.

Am I dreaming? The almost desperate thought flickered trough the girl's mind as she fought with her body to move. It seemed to her, despite the welling panic, that it would make a hell of a lot of sense if this were all just one big, weird dream. And not just this instance, but thing with the spider monster and the guy with the powers that'd swooped in to save her. She knew her city was weird, but was it really this weird?

And did that voice just come out of that cat?

A large, very fluffy, very gruff sounding cat was nudging her arm with his paw and talking to her in a voice that wasn't quite Samuel L. Jackson, but it bore a striking resemblance!

For a long moment she couldn't respond--couldn't move, even--but mobility returned bit by bit and by the time a beam of light had shot from the cat's head she could move her arms again, and had sat up to stare wide eyed at the fallen gorgon. "Y-yeah, I think so."

It wasn't exactly graceful, but she seemed to be in control of her body again once she had her feet beneath her where they belonged. Which was good, because had she not been able to back away quickly sh'd have taken a lashing tail to the midsection.

The cat was still in range, and Jack gasped as the monster's tail came within inches of black fluff. "Look out!" She shouted as she darted in to scoop the cat up before backing away again.

This was supposed to be easy and irritation was quickly bubbling in Medi's veins when the feline intruder had been swiped away from her lashing tail. Hunger was a curling motivator in her belly, the snakes in her hair spitting and hissing in rage as she slithered forward.

Her movements were far more sluggish than she should have liked, shoulder still stinging from where the catbeam had struck. Her wounded arm hung there, almost useless because the feeling hadn't quite come back yet.

But her prey was getting away from her and she simply couldn't have that.

They'd disappeared from her sight but she knew she'd find them if she just....kept...going.

People had a helluva habit of blabbering on about how they didn't understand, or they were skeptical, or some s**t like that, when Faust didn't ask for any of that s**t. The hell did he care whether they understood or not, as long as they did it? And who the hell had the time to understand when they had a youma bearing down on their asses? They didn't question the damned youma, but hell if they're gonna follow the cat's orders — the cat that's trying to help their ungrateful asses!

Faust chuffed while the lightshow finally happened. That's why they couldn't stop to answer questions. How the ******** would she squeeze her transformation off when she'd be wasting all that time asking questions? She wouldn't, that's how. She'd get her face eaten by a snake youma before she could finish her transformation phrase.

But when she did, hot damn.

Faust didn't normally awaken ugly-a** senshi, he usually did pretty good for himself, but this b***h had it made. Like every other senshi uniform, it looked impractical as s**t, but she was a looker in this getup.

"Good, now listen up. We ain't got time for questions. That thing's gonna charge around the corner and try to ******** us up, but you're stronger now. Faster. And you got magic. So when that thing comes to get us, say…"

The cat licked his lips, thought about it for a minute, pulled a brain muscle in the process. "Euphoric Haze," he decided at last. Yep, that was it.

Well, Doing as the cat commanded had proved beneficial up to this point so the girl really so no need to deviate from this particular behavior now. And really, at this point arguing would have been a little silly. She was being chased by a GD gorgon with literal snake hair, a cat had leaped heroically to her rescue and shot a friggin laser from his forehead, and that wasn't even the strangest thing to happen that night.

Phoebe nodded, lips pressing together in a thin, resolved line as she squared her shoulders and waited, but not without realizing she could now suddenly feel the darkness surging towards them. And isn't that just the weirdest feeling yet. Ugh! Useful though, she imagined.

Of course, even being able to feel the beasty it was still a shock when it rushed around the corner into the alley and Phoebe retreated a few steps on sheer instinct before forcibly stopping herself to face the thing that charged at her. "Euphoric-"

A little too slow, Phoebe felt the impact of the strike before the pain itself. It made her gasp, stumbling back and away as she slapped a hand over the now bleeding bite marks on her arm. s**t! Panic bubbled, a scream building at the base of her throat. Phoebe swallowed it back before shrieking. "Euphoric Haze!" It was high pitched and desperate, and she was startled by the handful of glittering dust that appeared for her before flinging it mindlessly at the youma in front of her.