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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 7:23 pm
This was not how Sailor Rosalind imagined her day going. She dangled helplessly over the mall's top-floor balcony, barely grasping an awful argyle tie in her gloved hand. It had been thrust upon her (which consequently knocked her over the mall's railing) by a horrendous youma that belched nasty clothes at poor people. The creature seemed to relish the fact that it had Rosalind where it wanted, but moved sluggishly. Rosalind stared at the tie-- ugly the print may have been, but it was the only thing keeping her from plummeting three floors down and smashing into little sailor scout pieces. Bewildered onlookers snapped pictures with their camera phones and gaped in awe. Rosalind worried that her lacy sailor panties would be plastered all over the internet within hours. She could see the titles now -- SAILOR-SUITED TERRORIST HAS TASTEFUL CHOICE IN PANTIES-- would she become the next viral craze? She wouldn't mind the notoriety-- she experienced it in school for being prettier than everyone else-- but not for something like this. It would be humiliating.
As the poor Soldier of Wealth hung over the rail, she was reminded of why she was in such a nasty predicament-- patrolling. She hated herself (not really) for doing it in her favorite place, but her conscience had been weighing her down for the past few days for not patrolling anyways. Rosalind proceeded to think about the ugly girl beneath her, the one with the large gold hoops-- did she think she was pretty? The tie began to tear as she pondered upon such things, but that wasn't the worst of things at the moment-- the youma was only an arm's swipe away from knocking her down to an awful death.
Was this the end of the pretty-suited Sailor Soldier of Wealth?!
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:07 am
Sidra Winters was perusing a stack of cotton undergarments, trying to find a pair that did not cry out that she was a sassy chick, hot or drrrrtty.
It was a harder battle than you'd expect at Canadian Falcon.
The sound of customers rushing to the back of the store, their shoes stomping on the fake hardwood floor bringing the sudden influx of noise to Sidra's attention-- she dropped the panties like they were redhot and looked around guiltily. Someone must have noticed her touching the unmentionables! But no-- all the patrons had clambered in to the dressing room, the sounds of doors being bolted actually carrying far enough for Sidra to hear. Tinny mall music blared over the speakers, before being cut off by a security message that screamed it was a "lockdown, there was no problem, calmly make your way to the exits."
It was certainly a problem by the looks of the terrified people running along the tiled floors outside. A pair of argyle panties hit a man in a suit who shouted in dismay before brushing it off his back.
"Those would have been nice..." Sidra mumbled to herself, briefly poleaxed with a bland expression on her face.
It had been such a very long time that she could remember being confronted with a do or die situation that Sidra was well, prepared for the latter rather than the former, though not by choice. She had begun keeping her henshin pen in her backpack for oldtimes sake, but had not gone out of her way as of yet to fight wrongs and triumph over evil. But apparently evil was in the mall today, and it wasn't just the general evil of spending your entire pay cheque on shoes.
"Damn it," Sidra muttered as she pulled out her pen, still apprehensive about the whole deal.
A woman ran past, a tie around her neck; it was choking her.
"Damn, damn, damn, DAMN," powering up, Sailor Nova skidded out the entrance and in to, well, an empty mall.
Save for a fashion disaster of a monster, and a fellow scout dangling from the upstairs balcony. Running up an abandoned escalator the wrong way, Nova made it to the second level puffing and wheezing, wishing she had done a lot more cardio while on the moon.
"Hey!" was all she said, before her attack plowed in to the side of the granny pants monster.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:16 pm
Rosalind refused to look at the floor beneath her-- that's what people did before they plummeted to their untimely deaths. She would simply not resign herself to the fact that she might actually die at the moment. She couldn't, no, she wouldn't!! Her mind finally settled on the fact the there was imminent danger present, and felt the need to cry-- was it out of hopelessness? Frustration? Both? She couldn't tell, but she choked back her sorrow. She'd be damned before she let civilians see a defender of justice look crestfallen.
As the scout hung down in horror, the youma (in all its disgusting fashion faux pas horror) swung its arm back-- it was getting ready to strike. All Rosalind could do was shut her eyes tight while the monster made its move. She waited for what happened next. And then...
Nothing.
A strange zapping-sparkly sound zoomed past her, followed by an annoyed grunt. She peeped an eye open to discover that the awful creature was no longer looming over her. "Yeah!! That's what I thought!!" Rosalind shouted triumphantly. She figured that her beauty most have stunned the beast into submission.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrip!
That wasn't the sound she wanted to hear-- Rosalind gulped in a massive breath of air in shock as the ugly tie split. The scout fell-- without grace, unfortunately-- which seemed to take an eternity. If she was going to die, she wanted it to be quick. After a tumble or two and a full 360 in the air, Rosalind smacked hard and right onto... a pile of old panties?
Ew, ew, ew, ew!!! Gross!! She would have rather died than be on top of these ugly undergarments! The solid tile didn't seem like such an awful prospect in comparison at the moment.
At any rate, the Soldier of Wealth quickly hopped out of the panties and dusted herself off, as if to oust any germs that may have been on her. She proceeded to dash up to where the youma was, trying her best to seem like a fierce guardian. Unfortunately, the facade she tried her hardest to put up wasn't working out too well, because a spare thong was dangling on the back of her hairbow.
She was finally on the same floor as the youma. The creature was sprawled out on the floor, lifeless, a madonna cone bra in its hands. Rosalind put her hands to her hips and struck a sassy pose, as if to show that she meant business.
"Youma, in the name of Rosalind, prepare to be bounced like a--" she cut herself short when she noticed another Sailor Scout. A rather cute one, with an angelic appearance; was she the Soldier of Angels, or something?
"Hey, you!!" She called out in the direction of Nova, "who are you?"
All the while, the youma stirred ever so slightly-- it was getting ready to shoot the cone bra at whichever senshi it decided to.
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