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Cemetery. GK following. Get Val.
Such a short, direct message that caused her Senshi cell phone to cheerfully blip. Such a short, direct message that melted Penelope's smile at receiving a text from Ganymede into a saggy expression of dread. GK - General King. And he was following her friend. She did not even bother to try and make up an excuse. She grabbed her henshin pen and cell phone and rushed down the stairs. If she woke her parents, she would deal with it when she got home.
Now that Pasiphae was here, she stood dumbly, overwhelmed by the sight and experience going on before her eyes. Valhalla called upon some force she had not even known existed, a beautiful creature that brought with it the power of lightening. That brightness, combined with Ganymede's own strange, new light made it almost painful to keep looking. Eventually, she shieled her eyes and looked away as pops of colors coated her vision like the after effects of a photography flash.
A streak of cream brushed past her boots and broke her of her reverie. If Horatio could rush onto the scene with no hesitation, than so should she. With all the speed given to her by her rank and experience, Pasiphae maneuevered around the graves seperating her from Valhalla and Ganymede. She ran until she was positioned between the two of them and the General-Queen. There was so much she wanted to say, to ask, but there was simply no time!
No doubt Ganymede would fuss at her, as she had done long ago in the Surrounding, for jumping in without apparent regard to her own life. But how could Pasiphae do anything less? The Jovians had always been there for her. They were the ones who had found her as a stumbling beginner and stood steadfastly beside her as she grew. They were the one, bright certainity when everything else looked dark.
Yet, it was more than that. Those two beings that embraced amongst the tombstones were not merely allies, linked to her by distant moons and opinions of war. They were lovely, sassy Paris and devoted, soft-heared Chris. Shoelover. Baseball player. They went to the mall with her. They exchanged Christmas gifts with her. They were, just as Christa and Tallulah and all the others were... friends. Family.
She would do anything for her family.
The Eternal Senshi that stood in the graveyard now was not the Pasiphae of yesteryear. She had outgrown the doubts which had once squeezed her insides like knots of barbed wire and stood with singular purpose. She had vowed that no one would fight alone as long as she could stand. No one. Especially not her family.
Fists raised, and with the call for her shields ready on her lips, she prepared herself for the General-Queen's inevitable strike.
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Horatio dashed into the graveyard with none of Pasiphae's hesitation. She had dropped the can of salmon she had spent hours retrieving from the top of cabinet the moment she received the message. Yes, there were some things even more important than the pink flesh that she endlessly craved. It had been spurred by a type of fear. Not the same fear as being driven to the Vet or getting lost in an unfamiliar place. Worse than both. Losing a game was bad enough. Losing a winner, losing someone as important and wonderful as her Jovians? Unacceptable. Unthinkable.
The first thing she noticed was that the air threatened to choke her. The sick, decaying filth of Chaos energy exuding from, apparently, the Grim Reaper herself was enough to cause her whiskers to quiver with disgust. Combating it, like valiant air freshners of Order, were Valhalla and Pasiphae... and then, like a giant bottle of perfume, was Ganymede. The Lust Senshi... smelt different, felt different, warm and light and... overwhelming. Something had changed since they last met, and she fully intended to talk the Senshi's ear off about it once this battle round was over.
Horatio shoved ther peppermint down from their resting place in her ears to settle over her eyes. She sure as hell wasn't going to be outclassed by a
bird. She was about as intimidating as could be expected of a cuddlebox, but her tiny body had never been an indicator of the fierceness of her spirit. If they thought it could give a pretty light show, well, they were in for a big surprise as to what she could do! The bronze star in the center of her forehead began to charge in power, even as Horatio raced forward directly towards the scythe-bearing General Queen.
In her usual fashion, the Mauvian could also not keep silent. Her yowling perfectly matched the way her cream-colored fur stood on end to make her appear almost doubled in size. Her game face was
on. "Nobody hurts
my winners. Especialy you - biggest loser I've seen yet!"
