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 Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 10:56 pm
Thank-yous and compliments were much more welcome than the sneers and scowls that the girl had been giving her before. With Rosalind suddenly un-cheesed and much calmer, Ares allowed herself to recall the attraction. "I'm happy to help," she said, which was true. "You should be careful, Rosalind. If I wasn't here, well. I'm just glad I was." Ares did mean that. She loved good fighters, but she loved being the best fighter even more. Part of her wanted to offer the senshi of wealth some hand-to-hand combat lessons, but she didn't. She was still battle weary.
There was one gesture she could make. Ares dropped to one knee and said, "Here, I can do it." One hand reached out, gingerly gripping Rosalind's ankle. She eased it up from the floor (almost like she did with her horse at the stables, truth be told) and then slipped the gold pump onto the girl's dainty foot. "There you go. Try to keep it on your foot and away from my head." Getting to her feet, Ares touched gingerly at the wound by her ear.
Her lips parted to ask more about the striking girl, but the sound of loudspeakers outside the front doors stopped her. "The police," she muttered, disdain dripping in. Unconscious civilians were all over the place. Let the police deal with the clean-up. "We should get out of here. Take the kitchen exit. I'll go out the window." Sailor Ares was already running for her door out of danger. She turned over her shoulder at the last minute and said, "Until next time, Sailor Rosalind." Two fingers offered a salute at her brow, and then she was gone, disappearing out the window before the police could even make it inside.
Until we meet again...
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 11:09 pm
Ares must of really had a thing for man-handling girls, because in their short time of knowing eachother, she had done it twice. The Soldier of Smoke was so dominating and... Well, dominating. It was strange, but Rosalind didn't dwell in it for too long. As she slipped the gold pump back into its rightful place, Ares looked up and into Rosalind's sea-green eyes with her grays. "Than... Thank you, Sailor Ares." Rosalind found herself at a loss for words more often than not around the exotic-looking girl. "I'll try and keep my shoes on my feet from now on."
Then the cops. Of course. Rosalind hated feeling like a criminal. If she weren't in her sailor get-up, she'd march right out there and start demanding if they knew who she was! But as it stood, she was Sailor Rosalind, and not Elegancia d'Strella. Before long, Ares was climbing out the window and making a dashing exit. She certainly was a charming girl when she wanted to be. "It was a pleasure, Ares!" It was too bad she was a woman. If only Rosalind could meet a boy like that...
As the Soldier of Wealth began to make her way to the kitchen exit, she decided that she really wasn't in the mood for dashing away from police, so she slinked back into the bathroom and undid her transformation. She was now Elegancia, and her story was she was out to dinner, when suddenly a monster attacked everyone, and two lovely girls came in to save the day...
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