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Life had been particularly shitty lately for Parker.

Not the "oh, they're out of pizza" kind of shitty.
Not the "damnit, a C-" kind of shitty.
Not the "who left gum in my seat" kind of shitty.
Not even the "who cut a** flaps into all of my pants" kind of shitty.

No, this was much, much worse.

After having his a** handed to him during the crossfire of two Sailors and three Negaversers, Parker was in no mood for trouble. He had been in the hospital for three days recovering from his broken arm, his bruised ribs, the rolled ankle, and the nasty concussion. It had only been two weeks since then, and Parker was still tender -- like filet mignon. He tried to stay in bed for as long as he could, but the militant administration of Hillworth Grammar School would have none of it. They insisted he make up for his lack of physical capabilities by cleaning, dusting, and polishing everything that he could hobble up to on crutches.

Thankfully, the crutches were gone, replaced by a soft ankle brace hidden beneath his pants, more of a precaution than anything else. The broken arm was a bit more serious, and he wore a dark blue sling to help alleviate the strain on his shoulder. It made eating a bit easier -- and it made it possible for him to venture outside comfortably for a few hours. So Parker had done just that. Draping his messenger bag over one shoulder, Parker decided to treat himself to a sandwich and coffee at his favorite cafe because he was hoping to run into Dani again for no particular reason. It was getting late, but not too late. Perfectly safe to walk home at this time.

And then he heard it: rustlerustle.

The sound brought a chill to Parker that rattled up his legs. It was the same sound he had heard moments before Lt. Tanzanite owned his face with a set of jumper cables. Don't freak out, he coached himself, fighting to keep his gait normal.

And then, again: scuttlescuttle.

An aura of something creeping and bad moved across Parker's field of vision. He dropped his eyes and started to say, "You've got to be ******** kidding me..." He only made it through the word "********" which was contorted into "********" as something black, hairy, and covered in terrifying pinchers lunged out from the bushes and tackled Parker to the ground. He sputtered weakly, pushing at its slimy, wet body. The thing responded by spewing something that smelled like rotted baby vomit all over his throat and chest. Parker struggled, feet pounding hard against the pavement and throat gurgling in loud bursts. He couldn't form words, but tried to, tongue growing thick in his mouth. Rolling to one side, he threw his cast-covered arm into the mass of black and gross, and it made contact. The thing let out an angry scree! and then dove back on to Parker with twice as much fervor as before.

It would seem that, after surviving an attack of five fighters against four humans, Parker would find his life ended by some kind of mutated Furby.

-Teaming up. It was like fresh carmael glaze on a fluffy warm pastry. The perfect little piece that made something delicious just absolutely over the top!

Polaris LOVED her new job. Loved running through the streets at night. Loved the sense of accomplishment and purpose when a youma went from disgusting monster to dust before her eyes. Feeling important and useful again.. it was almost a high to the young girl. And just like a drug.. it was beginning to effect her average everyday life.

Her grades were slipping.. subtlely so far, but she knew it was because she'd given up hours of her studying for crime fighting. Her dance practice... nonexsistant except for actual class and her attempt at graceful battle movements.

But she just couldn't help herself... and tonight. She heard the scream, her booted feet pounding the pavement until she spotted the beast and the familar fluttering skirt. Polaris actually laughed, falling in behind her compatriot. She should have been paying attention, should have noticed the poor boy pinned to the ground, but she was too busy bubbling her peppy excitement.- "Nice to see you again Sailor Walkure."

-Planting her feet finally, as a spine chilling snarl rippled from the beast, she looked down to gauge the situation. The beast wasn't facing the sailors.. it was... oh crap! A civilian!-

Smiling at her fellow short-skirted senshi, Walküre said, "We'll have to catch up after this. We have yet another civilian that got himself into trouble." She rolled her eyes. When would they learn? Walküre liked saving the day and protecting the innocent, but they really needed to figure out how to watch their backs a little better.

Like something out of a hentai, the monster sprung out tentacles that may or may not have been poised for rape. Sailor Walküre ran up to the monster and grabbed one of the loose appendages that wasn't gripping the boy and tugged. The youma let out a long "kreeeeeee" noise, and dropped the boy unceremoniously and turned it's attention to her.

Not the desired effect she was looking for, but it worked. They always have to go for the bigger threat, don't they? "Prepare to be dusted!" she yelled, not really in the mood for long speeches at the moment.

WHAT THE EFF.

Just as Parker had started to think that his hopeful thoughts had come true, the chick pulling him out from under the weird beast DROPPED HIM. On. His. Head. Okay, so it wasn't that high of a fall, but it still hurt when his head hit concrete, chin cracking down into the goo all over his chest. he shouted, much louder. Parker rolled to one side, coming to stop at the booted feet of the Sailor who had just dropped him. The other one seemed to be handling the creature, which was awesome, but this one was abusing him. Unacceptable! Kneeling on the cement, he looked up at the strange girl through a fringe of bangs, bright blue eyes peeking out like headlights.

He said only one thing: "Did you just drop me?"

"S... sorry!" -She yelped immediately as she watched the boy take a painful little crash into the ground, feeling the twinge of guilt creep into her stomach. It was short lived however, for soon enough he was yelling at her, and Polaris was fuming.

He was SO rude. ALWAYS apparently! What the hell was his freaking problem. Disreguarding the fact that her dropping of him had been completely rude, she huffed a little.- "My hand slipped okay"

"Just.. try to get out of the way. Alright"

-Her eyes drifted to the next falling figure, catching Walkure's crash out of the corner of her eye. Maybe that stupid kid would crawl away in the meantime, but she had an ally in trouble.

For a moment her mind went to jumping on the things back, before reguarding that as far too undignified, instead she ran around, hissing and stumbling as a flailing tentacle hit her, but continuing on in her journey.

When she was close enough, she jumped, crashing down on the tentacles that were holding Walkure's feet hostage. Anddd... then she slipped, clattering to the ground less than gracefully. She supposed she deserved it...-

The trashcan fell short of it's mark, but landed in a more convenient place, right next to Walküre. She silently thanked the boy, and grabbed the can. She had her fair share of upper body strength, but it was still pretty heavy. No matter though, it would make due.

Walküre took the can and repeatedly smacked the tentacles that were attached to her legs. She heard the youma hiss as they withdrew from her. Now free from it's grasp, she dropped the trash can, and got back up to her feet.

"Polaris! Use your attack and smack this thing around with the can." Walküre shouted as she got ready to do her finishing attack also.

The keys were Parker's. They slipped from his messenger bag and zipped toward the monster, burrowing into its skin. The momentary awe that set in when the two senshi began to talk of (and use) magic powers was immediately wiped away with thoughts of having to later remove said keys from the beast. The laptop in his messenger bag threatened to behave similarly, but Parker wrapped his arms around it, fighting to keep the laptop from flying at the creature too. As a result, he started to be gradually tugged in the direction of the scuffle, converses scraping against the cement. Did this girl have it out for him or what?

It felt nice to be sort of helping defeat the thing, but Parker had little time to ruminate on it. He was attempting to not be sucked in by the pull of Sailor Polaris's -- so that was her name? -- little magnetic field attack. "Not my laptop," he muttered through gritted teeth, much in the way Marsha Brady might have lamented her broken nose. For now, he seemed to be protecting his laptop from harm, but as each second passed, the magnetic field pulled him closer and closer toward the group of fighting people. He'd much rather have taken a seat on the bench to watch.

((Nooooo! XD Well, atleast they can offer to help him break in to his room))

-It felt like her arm was going to be dislocated, the monster tugging and jerking in response to each hit, causing Polaris to clatter to the ground at one point, glad that her boots were keeping her tender knee flesh from being scrapped across the pavement.

Her own powers ceased their tug briefly before that other's punches had, and Polaris could only let out a sigh of relief as the monster dusted, leaving her arm free, albeit awfully sore. Along with her tail bone, that kind of hurt too.

She really wished they could do this thing more elegantly. Street brawling... was less than what she expected of the fighters or goodness and justice.

Groaning, she stood, unaware of her assault on his laptop, or the pilfering of his keys. Pulling her hurt arm protectively towards her body, she rustled and settled the strands of her bands with the other, calling out softly.- "Is everyone alright?"