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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 5:56 am
Did she just throw a gumdrop at her? Dorado couldn't help but sneer, watching the candy's descent with bright eyes. It smacked just below her knee... and promptly exploded into a sweet gooey mess that snared her as effectively as it would any rabbit. Sailor Dorado let out a most undignified squawk, her arms pin wheeling wildly as her legs refused to come apart. She tore at it with her nails and fingers, grimacing with disgust when they got stuck too! She caught a glimpse of the insufferable grin upon the girl's face as she dashed off into the night, and Dan screeched with fury.
"You haven't won yet!" She howled after the misbegotten pair, wriggling furiously in an attempt to free herself. Instead, she just ended up falling over onto her side, where the goo greedily latched on the ground and effectively pinned her.
This was awful. After what felt like an embarrassing eternity of writhing pathetically, the candy seemed to shrivel up and disappear. Fortunately for her, the stuff didn't last too long... but by the time she scrambled up to her feet, the girl and her dumb ugly cat were long gone! Growling and childishly stomping a foot, Dorado immediately raced off into the night. She wasn't going to give up that easily!
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Grendel crowed silently as Dia managed to score a direct hit, slowing the senshi immediately thanks to her candy. He hadn't expected to be yanked up though, yowling with protest until she got a more comfortable grip around his middle. At least she had enough sense to start running!
"Sailor Dia! You need to power down once we get far enough away! Otherwise, they can still sense your power signature and find you!" He panted, uncomfortably aware of how his ribs were rubbing against her gloved hands. That trap wouldn't hold the fish brat forever...
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 5:58 am
Heels pounded against the pavement as she raced off into the sanctuary of the shadows. For a brief moment, she silently thanked the Heavens that she had years of practice when it came to moving in designer shoes.
"Working on it." She huffed back between strides. Darn, this cat was demanding. Granted, he'd saved her butt, but did he have to be so bossy all the time?
A few blocks over, she did as he'd explained (or more like ordered), focusing on "powering down" as the glamour of her senshi form faded, taking her power signature with it. The Guardian remained gripped closely against her side as black dress returned to her cafe uniform, long strands of pink returning to a more maintainable, shorter state.
Glancing down at her now naked hands, the crimson gloves were gone. Which was a pity, really, because she could now see just how mangy this talking cat really was as her fingers rubbed within his bristled fur.
Her nose wrinkled, disgust evident. "You stink."
"You're a real sweetheart, aren't you."
Rolling her eyes, she stepped out of the alleyway they had ducked in, attempting to identify what part of the city they had ended up at. Her car was nearly a mile away at this point, tucked away in the mall parking lot. The purse she'd taken to work was probably still locked away in her locker in the back room, long forgotten since her run-in with the Mysterious Figure.
Sigh. This night was quickly turning from fun to giant pain in the a**.
"Whatever." Came her only curt response, tucking the cat under her arm so that her clothing was the only thing touching him and not her delicate skin. She wasn't about to let this furball go - not yet, at least - until she got some more answers and explanations. "Let's get back to my car first, furball. I think we could both use a pick-me-up after that little adventure."
A nice, giant ice cream sundae was calling her name and clearly the bathtub was calling for her new companion. Hopefully someone at home knew how to clean a cat, or else Priscilla Stratford was going to have more than one adventure, this evening.
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