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When Polaris's attack ceased, Parker buckled forward, collapsing on to the ground as his laptop fell back under the sway of gravity. He fell with an oof!, but his jeans and long sleeves protected most of his skin. Before he got back to his feet, he checked his laptop for any scratches. Thankfully, there were none. The sounds of Sailor Walkure's furious fists still beat in his head, and he made a mental note to be very careful not to piss her off. Only after all of this did he bother to look for his keys.

He didn't say thank you or ask how the two girls were. They seemed perfectly fine. Parker merely walked over to where the terrible thing had been and waved his foot around the area it had been. "It just... disappeared?" Parker had heard of monsters roaming the city, but he had never encountered one. Was this all a dream? A hallucination? Reaching one hand to his arm, he pinched his skin and winced. That meant it was real, yes?

Straightening his messenger bag, he slipped his cast back into the support sling. And then it occurred to him: "Wait -- where are my keys?" Oh great. Just great. Parker shot an accusatory glare toward Polaris and then waited.

"Yeah... you hit them long enough and they bust into dust. Kind of a like a pinata." -Her words were low and slow, trying to catch her breath. She was pretty happy actually! It'd gone pretty well. Noone had been seriously injured, the surrounding colleteral damage had been minimal, and it'd only taken one real attack from each of the girls, plus a little help from good old 'Poison'.

Thinking of him, her eyes turned to him, widening in surprise as she saw the face he was suddenly giving her. Wh.. what the hell!? Her lips pursed, brows rising. His keys? His freaking keys?-

"I'm pretty sure there are more important things!" -She snapped, but nonetheless, began to nudge through the dust with one ivory boot. She could guess what happened now, thanks to his tone and Walkure's answer. But seriously, it was an accident! Unlike the dropping. And as the other senshi had kindly pointed out he was alive. Covered in gross vomit, but alive.-

"Like getting home and washing off that gunk before another youma tracks you down." -For a moment her mind drifted to the oh so funny thought of the jerk being chased down by some youma dead set on 'mating' him, thanks to funky youma vomit pheremones. But it was quick lived, as the actual thought made her shudder.-

"...girl with the hole in her chest?" Hum, that was a new one. She'd have to look into it later to see if there was any merit to that or if this kid was just delusional.

She looked at the goo-covered boy, "Polaris is right; you really should get home and get that stuff off of you. You look like s**t... smell like it too." Sailor Walküre wasn't exactly good at sympathizing or comforting. "Besides, who knows what effects it could have on you. I got squirted by one once, and it was like having acid sprayed in my face. Not a pleasant experience."

She focused her blue eyes on the white haired senshi, "and you and I should probably get out of here in case the police want to investigate this. Misconceptions like his... thinking we work with the Negaverse... would not work in our favor."

They seemed pretty set on rejecting the Negaverse as an ally. It wasn't precisely that Parker was suggesting that they were working together, simply that their actions came together to bring terror to the city. It didn't really matter what side they were on; the consequences were the same for those caught in the crossfire -- people like him. He could have gone into a long and winding rant on the subject, but he really did smell terrible. And after the other Sailor told him of an acid burn she'd once gotten from the stuff, he felt even more anxious to get home and get out of the clothes. Actually -- there was a YMCA on the way home. He might be able to get a shower there. It would be nice to avoid showing up to Hillworth looking like utter s**t.

Parker resented being talked to like a child, but in the light of the recent events, he decided to let it go. Their intervention had helped keep him alive, probably. Besides, he didn't particularly want to piss one off enough to use their sparkly magic against him, despite how satisfying it might be to watch them compromise their moral code in a moment of rage. Yeah. If only he wasn't the target of it.

Shrugging, he stared down at the youma ash for a moment longer, digging his toe through it as if his keys might suddenly emerge. He had spares for some of them, but he'd need to get a new key reissued for his bedroom at Hillworth -- which meant he'd be paying off the debt in hard labor. Great. Perfect. Wonderful.

Sigh.

Running a hand through his hair, Parker grimaced. He'd forgotten he'd touched the slime, and now, he was sporting a There's Something About Mary bang mohawk to boot. "Goddamnit," he said, realizing his mistake. Yeah. He was so out of here now. "Yeah okay, fine. However you feel about the -- what was it? -- Negaverse is fine by me. I'll scamper back into my rat hole now with the rest of the filth of Destiny City." Parker could not contain his resentment. He firmly believed that BOTH senshi and Negaverse were causing him problems lately. He wasn't one to spare anyone's feelings, especially given the foul mood he was in.

Tucking his still-slimey hands into his pockets, Parker set his jaw in a hard line and marched off in the opposite direction. He didn't want to meet with the cops either because, if it was anything like the rest of his life, he would certainly be the one thrown in jail. Keeping his head low, he marched away from the magical school girls, keeping on well-lit streets all the way until he reached Hillworth.