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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:42 pm
Scylla nodded and beamed at Foramen as he ran, finally closing her eyes and leaning her head against his shoulder. They only really opened to point him in the next direction. (As for her leotard, well, if she had been asked, he would have gotten an education in the design of the female fuku.) Lights passed in the street below, and she could feel her body bouncing in his arms. It was nice to be carried like a Princess; Sailor Scylla approved wholeheartedly. She could feel the snow brushing her cheeks along with the cold air as he ran. "I love Christmas, don't you?"
They were getting closer to her neighborhood now. The fancy gated community was full of massive homes, each surrounded by fences; she'd had him take her to her new home rather than her haven, which was a thirty mile drive (roughly estimated) outside of town. She pointed him in the directions he should be going obediently, all the while humming Christmas tunes under her breath.
Apparently, Santa was her Baby, and Scylla had been an awfully good girl.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 3:09 am
His night was only getting worse. Foramen was carrying a spoilt princess, princess-style, into Swankville. While she sang Christmas songs to herself. As if they weren't annoying enough, being played in every mall and store, and over the radio constantly.
"I hate Christmas," came the decidedly Scrooge-like answer. There was a fierce scowl in place on Foramen's face. There was nothing to like about the stupid, trumped up holiday: banal songs that no one in their right mind could stand; 'good will to all men' that never applied to oneself especially when it came to sales, travel arrangements, or retail workers; the expectation to spend all one's money on everyone else; the equally depressing choice between an empty apartment or a formal, stilted dinner with a man who could barely meet your eyes... Why on earth would Foramen like Christmas?
"So, your Highness," the sarcasm dripping off that title would no doubt roll right over Scylla's head in her current happily-dazed state, "where abouts shall I drop you? Not right to your doorstep, I imagine, secret identities being what they are."
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 3:32 pm
"I love presents." Scylla told her fellow senshi. "And the sales. And that feel-good feeling of other people stealing your parking spaces and flipping you off, and watching old women get in fistfights on Black Friday. I love snow, and the smell of trees, and all the annoying green needles that get in your carpet that the maid has to spend days getting up. I love buying presents for people, and wrapping them up, and seeing the look on my little sister's face when she wakes up and realizes someone still cares enough to pretend that Santa is real." Jada had always been a fan of the Christmas season. It was the season for parties, and chocolates, and fuzzy Santa hats. It was the season for gorging on chocolates, and cakes, and stuffing oneself full so that come New Years you could crash-diet, and work away the extra five pounds and feel like you'd accomplished some goal for the new year.
It was nice to know that the other senshi had noted her -Hah!- 'royal demeanor'. Or maybe it could have been the opulence of some of the houses that they were passing in the darkness. Well, until they came to a house with what seemed to be miles of Christmas lights, decorating almost every inch of the gate; on the lawn was a small animated Christmas Carousel, and Jack Skellington waved merrily over the fence, his Christmas hat askew. Rudolph seemed to be clopping around on the roof of the three-story home, drawing Santa's sleigh along behind him, and a huge tree in the front was decorated with lights and a large angel tree topper. She patted Foramen's arm at last, and told him, "You can let me down here." She would never confess that he probably could have put her down about five minutes ago, because that would probably just get her dropped on her rump in the snow. Plus, that was a probably could have, not a definitely could have.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 4:11 pm
"Those are nice reasons, I suppose. If you like shopping, or watching old ladies beat the crap out of each other." Okay, so the latter sounded kind of fun to watch, if Foramen wasn't in the line of fire. He wasn't sure even the amusement factor of it could cancel out all the crappy Christmas things on his list, though. The mention of a younger sister had Foramen pausing, hair falling forward in his face. "That sounds nice," he murmured. "You're lucky to have family like that."
And, oh dear, now he sounded nice. Foramen was tempted to dump Scylla on her a** and run. But it was the season and all that. So he let her down properly and even after removing his arms, was ready to grab her if she started toppling over again. On the plus side, if she was heading into one of the giant parties the homes in this area were no doubt holding, she'd blend in with the rest of the tipsy socialites.
He rather hoped this overlit monstrosity of a house wasn't Scylla's. Less for the eyesore, over-comercialised value of it, and more because even if she did have a concussion, she should be protecting her identity better than that! Not all senshi were good. And Foramen usually counted himself among that minority.
With a sigh and a facepalm, he said, "Well, I hope you don't fall and die making your way home from here. If you live, I suppose I'll see you around some time." It wasn't that big of a city, after all, and Foramen wasn't that lucky.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:45 pm
"I love shopping." she told him almost at once "My favorite pasttime. I only really do the sales for fun." She hardly needed to do them after all. She let the other senshi set her down and stepped away from him experimentally, appreciative of the fact that he didn't dump her in the snow and run. "Well," she said finally, beaming at the other senshi, "I should be able to get home from here." No need to say that yes, she could just hop the fence and be home. (It wasn't over-commercialized, it was cute! And well-lit!)
"I'll live," she assured her co-worker. Was that the proper way to refer to another Senshi? They were hardly doing the senshi gig for S&G's, after all. "Next time we meet, I promise to be more awesome post-battle than this time." She tugged out her senshiphone and started messing with it. "Scan me!" she told him encouragingly. What was going to be next? The suggestion of chat buddies?
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 4:27 pm
Oh dear god, the dreaded phones! Foramen let out a strained groan (that was in No Way At All anything like a whine, no, really) as he realised Scylla was already scanning him. He knew there was a reason he should have dropped her in a snowdrift and run! It was too late for Foramen now, Scylla's phone was the proud new owner of Foramen's senshiphone number.
Goddammit.
He obligingly scanned Scylla back - if only so that if she tried to bother him, he could prank her at 3:30am when he was up late programming.
"Good," he replied to her comment on being 'awesome' after the next battle. "I've reached my limit on helpful lifts home for the next, oh, decade. Enjoy your Christmas sales."
And with that, Foramen was leaping off into the night sky. He could care less if Scylla lived in the house he'd dropped her off at, across the street, or he next suburb over entirely. Having someone's secret identity to hold over their heads paled against going home.
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