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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:28 pm
It was strange to be back in her fuku. Strange, and equal parts thrilling and nerve-wracking; Magellan had never been the type of girl who depended on someone else, who needed them around to feel secure and safe, but that night, she almost did. She'd gotten so used to having Taranis at her side that she felt strangely exposed and naked without him, a little bit more vulnerable than she'd ever really felt, and she didn't like it. She told herself she was exactly the same as before she'd ever met him, that she was just as strong and smart -- smarter now, even, because she had more experience and had taken her fair share of lumps.
It didn't seem to help.
She tugged on her gloves, heels striking the pavement sharply as she made her way down the sidewalk. Her parents had been celebrating their anniversary, thankfully, which meant they'd had a little too much wine and were passed out at home; no way were they going to miss her in the middle of the night, not tonight. Even if they did, she was pretty sure she could convince them that they were just drunk and confused, so she was confident that things would turn out okay. They were definitely going to turn out okay.
Except her heart hammered in her chest at the slightest noise, and she jumped at her own shadow when she rounded a corner. Frankly, it pissed her off, because fear only got in the way, and she wasn't used to being afraid of anything. She didn't care if anyone would be nervous on their first night back after what she'd been through. She wasn't just anyone, she was Magellan, she was supposed to be fearless, she was supposed to --
There was a noise, and this time it was definitely not nothing, and she brought her fists up, scowling. Her heart leapt, uncomfortably pounding against her ribs, and she sucked in a quick, shallow breath. She couldn't be afraid. Damn it, she could not be afraid. She was going to be fine.
"Who's there?" So that her voice wouldn't tremble she shouted it; not the smartest move, but yelling made her feel bolder, bigger.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 5:00 pm
At Magellan's inquiry, an obnoxious laughter resounded from behind a dumpster-- a laugh that was simultaneously condescending and slightly nervous. It belonged to the Soldier of Wealth, Sailor Rosalind.
It was embarrassing, really, for such a high-class sailor scout to be spotted in such a seedy spot. The brunette soldier was accustomed to patrolling fabulous areas such as shopping malls, fondue bars, and the occasional toiletry shop, but most definitely not damp and dreary alleyways.
So why the hell was she out here?
Simple, really-- Sailor Rosalind was lost. As a civilian, Elegancia d'Strella, the girl was used to be chauffered to any fathomable location she wanted. So it only made sense that the poor, directionally-inept scout would find herself in a situation such as this.
She took a second to compose herself and flipped an ultraglossy ringlet behind her shoulder. "I am Sailor Rosalind, the pretty-suited Sailor Soldier of Wealth," she informed the other scout, "and who are you?" Rosalind crossed her arms expectantly and inspected Magellan up-and-down.
She was adequately attractive. Most definitely not pretty, of course, but she had a certain charm about her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 6:16 pm
Magellan's teeth were instantly set on edge, both by the quality of the laughter itself -- obnoxious -- as well as the simple fact that whoever was out there was laughing. She didn't find much funny about skulking around behind dumpsters in the middle of the night, but then again, she was sane. As the sailor scout made her way into the dim lamplight and Dani got a good look at her, her expression twisted into a scowl.
Her fuku was overdone and way too fancy to be practical, which was something she might have sympathized with if the other girl hadn't laughed at her. Since she had, all bets were off, and she placed one hand on her hip, hiking a brow and looking just as prissy and unimpressed as Sailor Rosalind. Who did she think she was, anyway? Her ego was about to get a huge needle to it.
"I--" and she pointed to herself, one finger resting on the handle of her powder puff brooch. "--am not stupid enough to give my name to someone I don't even know."
Chin jutting out, she looked down her nose at the other scout, suspicion and derision clear on her face. "What are you doing out here alone? I don't imagine wealth is a very offensive sphere, and you don't look like you could knock down a beanbag without help."
Not very charitable, but the combination of her sparkling personality and the nerves of being out, alone, for the first time since she'd had her neck broken was a potent one.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 8:30 pm
An eyebrow was raised incredulously. Really? Sailor Rosalind was not an enemy-- and she did not like to be treated as such. Maybe it wasn't even that, maybe it was... Actually, no, Rosalind knew what it was: jealousy.
This girl had toothpaste-colored hair and wore her makeup quite literally. No wonder she was so frumpy and frustrated. Rosalind, in comparison, had ultra-sleek hair and sparkling sea-green eyes. She was also quite well-to-do, another quality this toothpaste-haired girl lacked.
"Well," Rosalind started while putting her hands to her hips, "you're certainly some kind of stupid, that's for sure." The Soldier of Wealth had met another scout she didn't get along with before, too-- that boy... His name escaped her, because it was not important enough to commit to memory, but she remembered that he threw sand around and caused filth. That was pretty disgusting and unforgivable.
"I'll have you know that Wealth is actually a quite potent and lovely sphere," she said while tapping a foot, "much better than... Diapers, or baby powder... Whatever it is you are."
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