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 Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 4:06 am
"Let's finish it." Those words drew out a reluctant feeling in Euterpe's chest, usually the guy who avoided finishing responsibilities like it was the plague. It was a new feeling for him-- actually taking some responsibility. Quite new. He wasn't accustomed to having a heavy plate to fill as a senshi now.
Nevertheless, it was a easy duty to fulfill. Key word being "easy." One could predict that if it had been a harder task with different circumstances, Luke might have left by now.
One fist impacted softly in another palm, flashing a grin at Hestia. "Let's." He said with a note of enthusiasm, looking at the dazed pig with skepticism, wondering why such a useless youma existed. It wasn't as if pigs were actually lethal-- in life. They sort of sat there. Uselessly. In Luke's opinion. To be eaten as bacon and pork. Less than fifteen minutes later, the enemy down, Luke was henshining down, ending their superpowered adventure with a careless toss and catch of his henshin pen. Being a superhero and running into allies-- it wasn't what he had expected for today.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 2:00 am
Tossing aside the pipe, now covered in youma bits, Hestia gave her splattered uniform a look of distaste before quickly powering down. In the heat of the moment, overlooking the nasty mess was one thing, but in the aftermath it was quite another. She glanced over at the blonde, also now powered down. The Wheelman. Also known as Sailor Euterpe. Her Comrade in Pig Killing. Pigs...oh no, she still hadn't explained the dangers of bad eating habits!
"Wheelman. You said we needed to talk, and I couldn't agree more. There are life and death matters at hand."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:41 am
There certainly was life and death matters at hand. (The pig hadn't counted.) Euterpe, or now Luke, nodded. "But let's get out of here before we discuss this, Waldo?" He gestured to their location-- not ideal for top secret civilian talk, in fact, it was on the extreme opposite end of ideal.
He gestured to the empty sidewalk, tipping his head towards the exit of the alley. He wouldn't be satisfied unless he had answers. Answers as to why she clearly had a better uniform and he didn't.
The world simply wasn't fair. "Guitarbreaker, would you like to discuss this over a large bowl of food? Killing pigs certainly is a chore, wouldn't you say so?" He gave her a wide grin, an unmistakable reference to their earlier event. "Or, do I call you, miss maid?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 1:03 am
"..." Emily stared for a moment at the blonde. Why did he keep mistaking her for other people? First this Miss Waldo and now Miss Maid? Then her expression became slightly pitying. It must be the hotdogs causing deterioration of the memory. Even more reason to get him away from those things! "Miss Moffat will do, and nothing involving hotdogs. There are things you need to know about important dietary choices."
She felt a certain amount of concern about this young man. He seemed a more than capable senshi and was a most excellent wheelman, and it pained her to think that he was slowly wasting away in this manner. "Important things."
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 2:02 am
"Miss Moffat, huh. That's a pretty interesting name. Good enough for me!" Luke gave her a thumbs up, quite satisfied they had downed a youma for the day. (More like, for the week. Luke was only doing minimum duty, yo. He wasn't a power ranger of justice all the time you know.) He didn't understand what could be so important that her expression held such a sense of urgency but he soon became enlightened.
Truly, it was enlightenment of life. It wasn't the good kind either.
He took Miss Moffat out to a suitable food booth-- and learned the horrors he had never known. By the end of their night, Miss Moffat was a god and Luke was her disciple. He had learned a whole new world full of knowledge--the top being "hot dogs."
He took a solemn vow to never eat hot dogs again. Never again would he allow someone in his company to (unless he wanted their brains to deteriorate. Then, it was hot dog heaven for them.) "Miss Moffat, I will make you proud." He whispered after dropping her off at her designation.
For one of the only times in life, Luke was serious. Anybody who may have known him wondered what made his face so grim-- even if his puppy died, it still wouldn't have made such an expression. But this wasn't the death of a puppy-- it was the death of many babies and rats.
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