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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 11:28 pm
Nodding and keeping his mouth shut now, Sam fished his pen out of his pocket. He would keep in handy in case they needed to transform. Hopefully, nobody would see since it was dark out. Few people were out at this time. Following both Adira's instructions (Sam shut up) and ********* (move), Sam started to edge out of the woods. Making his away towards the tool shed, since it was now the area that was most suspicious.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 11:36 pm
Adira kept her voice hushed as she led the small band towards the tool shed. She hated feeling this way, leading a cat and two young children into what very well could be a Negaverse plot. But at the very least, she felt better knowing that they were fighting to get back what was theirs. THEY had been stolen from, not really her. Maybe by proxy or some over confident agents the last few nights, but the children had been stolen from regularly. They'd had their fun memories of summer camp growing up stolen away from them, all they would remember is being tired. It was sad. Adira had waited her whole life for summer camp, only to have yet another thing remove it from her grasp.
She would fight for their right to be children as much as she fought for them to live unscathed by evil. "Its just up ahead. I always thought it was strange that the park master key wouldn't work on the lock of it." The shed gave her bad vibes, like something sticking out in her mind that just wasn't quite right. "What do you think *********?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 11:54 pm
The trio moved forward, step by step, toting the cat along for the ride. It was a good thing in all honesty, because she was focusing on the shed. With one step, a strange sensation hit her all at once. Instantly, she shared what she could conclude.
"There's something strange in there... I can't tell what." The pale feline pulled herself up out of the hoodie, perching herself on the boy's shoulder for a brief moment before hopping down onto the ground, landing firmly on the ground.
"Transform you three... we need to get in there..." Having given the instructions, the manx then proceeded on forward. This all needed investigating.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:15 am
Istas nodded as she grabbed her pen from her pocket looking around before moving to hide behind the shed, perhaps more out of habit than anything calling her transformation catch phrase.
Soon Chibi Super Sailor Hug-bell emerged from behind the shed and headed towards *********, followed by one Sam, who had also transformed. The child clad in yellow looked at the tool shed door, "How do we break it down?" She asked curiously, apparently Ixion's idea was just to run into the thing like they did in movies. Hug-bell frowned looking at Perseus.
((also forgot to state earlier I have permission to puppet sam when zipped isn't here.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:55 am
Adira nodded at the cat before taking out her own henshin pen, following suit with her two young companions. "Perseus constellation power, make-up!" A bit more stealthily, she moved around to the front of the shed, staring down at the lock.
"We break it with force." Perseus took one last glance around the clearing, and then looked back at those with her. "This is going to be loud. *********, as much warning as you can manage to give about any unwelcome prowlers." It was all she said before taking a deep breath and planting the heel of her super powered boot onto the lock of the door with as much force as she could manage.
In comparison to the soft whispers and stealthy footsteps of before, the noise of her boot hitting the metal door was deafening. What kind of shed had a metal door covered in old plank wood? The blow had certainly rattled the door a considerable amount, but the lock had held. "I'm going to need to kick it at least once more in order to get it open." The thought wasn't comforting- Perseus felt like the noise would be like drawing moths to the flame.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:00 pm
The Negaverse Captain would not allow anyone to interfere with a well thought out, incredibly fun plan. And this one really took the cake in both regards. She could steal energy every night with her colleagues, weather permitting, and then spend the day teaching and playing with kids, weather permitting.
Sans possums and rain, it was perfect.
But she hadn't been so confident as to think no one would cotton on to the strange air in the camp, or the tiredness the campers felt each morning. She had not believed that all the people who had come were innocent and civilians. Hell, most of her counselors were Negaverse officers in disguise. A senshi was bound to pop up and ruin the fun.
They always did.
So, instead of be put off by the inevitability of a senshi parade swooping in and ruining all their hard work, they had planned for it. The tool shed really was a nice touch. Off limits to kids, out of the way and boring enough to not warrant much attention. Easy to keep an eye on. Or, in this case, to sense.
Every night Painite powered up to do some energy collection and to patrol around the camp for anything that seemed off. Tonight was no different to start with, but now she was feeling senshi auras. They led her to the Tool Shed. Landing atop the shed, she saw Chibi Senshi, what seemed to be a Super Senshi and a kitty. Obviously not a normal one, with the company it was keeping.
Leaping down, she landed directly in front of the cat, behind Perseus as she kicked at the door, reaching down to scruff it and pick it up, then cradle it in the crook of one arm as she stood and waited for the senshi to all notice her and circle around, as she imagined they would since she now had a hostage. Instinctively, she began to stroke ********* head, holding her like a Bond villain would their evil pet cat. Or Claw from Inspector Gadget, which seemed more fitting in some ways.
"Don't you think breaking into a kid's camp is a little low brow for you lot?" She chided, shaking her head in mock disappointment.
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