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 Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:19 pm
For once, Elegancia was able to complete a meal with no interruptions-- no youma, no lieutenants, no evil ladies, nothing-- and she felt quite satisfied. She had ordered her favorite dish that night, coq au vin, and was dabbing her lips with an extravagant napkin afterwards. Her waiter, a rather handsome young gentleman, was in the process of bringing her the tab (any normal person would have fainted upon seeing the cost), when it happened.
She showed up, bludgeoning civilians in the head with her lantern and cackling all the while. Elegancia, saying nothing, not even looking up for more than five seconds, placed her MasterCard on the table and nonchalantly pushed herself away from the table. The brunette strolled to the bathroom, civilians shrieking and tumbling over themselves all the while, so that she could transform into her alter-ego.
Not even two minutes later, Sailor Rosalind emerged from the restroom. "Hey, you!!" she called out, crossing her arms in frustration. "Why can't you and your fellow Negaversians stick to the dirty parts of town?!" Rosalind sighed, pointed a finger dramatically at the lieutenant, then continued, "I'm Sailor Rosalind, and I'm going to have to bounce you like a bad check!!" She took a defensive stance and waited for the other brunette to make a move.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:46 pm
She was on a roll, and boy did she enjoy the screams these upperclass humans gave when she took out the first starseed. Hmmm yes... he thought she was some sort of fancy prostitute, boy was he ever wrong. They shoved a box of take out in her arms, thinking she was some sort of food thief. Fayalite grinned even more as she set out to pursue the sheep as they ran... only to be 'stopped'. Rolling her eyes, she groaned. "Cant you guys ever think up more original punch lines? i mean hell your BORING me here."
That was when she realized that she still had the take out in her free hand. With a devilish grin she eyed Rosalind's fuku and walked methodically towards the sailor. "You know these rich folks, they think they can hide on top... being on the top of the food chain as they'd call it." She ripped the lid off the take out. Hmm, Spaghetti... with meatballs. Perfect. "But you know what? ...I find they scream the loudest." She said just before she dumped the contents of the take out box down Rosalinds front.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:56 pm
What a deranged, awful, crazy, sinister, horrible girl. She didn't even have the proper manners to introduce herself, apparently!! Rosalind must have given the Negaverse too much credit, because she had expected at least the most minimal amount of common courtesy from the evil beings.
Then the lantern-wielding brunette poured a plateful of spaghetti all over Rosalind's beloved sailor getup. It was probably one of the most expensive-seeming garments she owned (well, she didn't technically own it, but she was the only one who could wear it), and she poured red sauce and slimy noodles on it!! The gold-streaked soldier's eyes narrowed and her lips puckered up in dismay.
"Do... Do you know who you're dealing with?!" With an exasperated tone, the Soldier of Wealth flung a leg towards the Lieutenant as hard as she could possibly manage. If it connected, Fayalite would hopefully recoil in pain-- if not, it was enough to inflict atleast some pain. "By the way," she added, "I'm the Soldier of Wealth, so you're picking off the wrong people!!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 5:33 pm
"What am i picking off your family? Friends? Oh that just makes this MORE enjoyable." Oh she knew clearly who she was dealing with, unfortunately what Fayalite did NOT know... was that this was not a average senshi, she was a super. Fayalite was prepared for retaliation, she had a arm to block, but it was still a lot harder than she expected. She actually had to grasp Rosalinds shoulder with her free arm (making a note to dig her nails hidden under her gloves). She hissed out in pain at the hit, that would clearly bruise... if nothing wasnt broken. She almost lost her grip on her weapon.
"You. Little. b***h." She said gripping even harder on her shoulder, and attempting to shove the senshi away from her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 5:43 pm
The Soldier of Wealth yelped as Fayalite dug her witch-nails into her alabaster shoulder. "Ouch!! That hurts, you know!!" She made sure to keep eye contact with the lieutenant, attempting to show dominance over her. Rosalind would not back down from this battle. She'd show other soldiers just how powerful she could be!! The gold-streaked brunette made an attempt to grab a lock of her opponent's (rather nappy and disgusting) hair, but as she extended a gloved hand to do so, Fayalite happened to call her a rather unflattering name.
You know, the b-word.
Rosalind stared in shock and awe. How rude!! To add insult to injury, the witch of a negaverser shoved her into a table! Rosalind, clearly upset over this, leered at Fayalite. "Vulgarities are unbecoming of a lady, you know." Rosalind wanted her to know how unbecoming it truly was. She looked around for something to get her opponent with-- if Rosalind didn't have to expend any magical abilities, the better. Just then, her eyes just so happened to set upon a rather immaculate bowl of an ice cream sundae. Rosalind dashed towards it, scooped it up, and tossed it at Fayalite like a frisbee. The sundae, in all its banana-and-fudge glory, made an exodus towards the lantern-wielding lieutenant like nobody's business.
Even though she was an awful girl, Rosalind sort of hoped it didn't hit her in the face-- that'd hurt really bad.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 6:32 pm
The ice cream Frisbee didnt hit her face, but it DID hit something almost as painful... her collarbone. She let out a exasperated cry, not only at the fact it felt like her collarbone just broke... but she had ice cream, COLD ice cream, and sticky syrups... bleeding down her chest and onto her own clothing. Not to mention a rather cold banana falling down her shirt.
"....What the HELL!" She cried, yeah her outfit would be brand new once she powered down but the syrup will still be plastered on her skin. And here she thought this was a prissy little girl, but she fought dirty.
Round two, Fayalite now came swinging with her Lantern pole.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:05 pm
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Rosalind cried while trying her best to dodge each of Fayalite's successive lantern-blows, only to be struck in shoulder on the last swing. The very same shoulder that Fayalite had previously dug her nasty claws into, no less! Rosalind screeched in pain, recoiling while grasping on the now-bleeding-and-bruised area. "I don't get it," she began, "why does it have to be like this? What do you hope to accomplish?!"
Rosalind knew that the Negaverse did not listen to reason or logic-- they only cared to serve their awful ruler, Queen Beryl. "I'm not expecting anything enlightening," she added, "but I just want to see it from a different perspective." Rosalind hopped back a few paces, making sure not to trip, then snapped her fingers and called out her incantation-- Sterling Silver Volley!!
Coins began to rain down from the ceiling and onto everything beneath them. Food, people, furniture-- it didn't matter. Even Rosalind herself was pelted by a stray coin!
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:41 pm
"My goal, is to remove the problem keeping me from doing my job. Exterminate or chase away that is." Fayalite said with a cocky grin.The job being to collect star seeds, the problem being the senshi.
Oh fayalite had logic, she was not normally one to run into battle without calculating things. Afterall, her captain WAS Zinkenite... and he was known for using his brains before his fists. "What i hope to accomplish is to show my dedication to our cause, yes like you too WE also have a reason for being here. At least we were natives... you were born different." And that was all the other senshi would get on the subject.
"I- OW!" She exclaimed as the first coin pelted her right on the arm. "The hell?" The next stream of words were a series of profanities, as the coins started to be flung at her. "Do you REALLY have to fling your money at me!? Im not a 2 cent whore geeze!" She got it, senshi of wealth. Fayalite was blinded and hurting from the coins being flung as her, so she grabbed the closest thing to her (someones bowl of soup) and flung it, contents and all, at Rosalind.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 9:23 pm
"Excuse me," Rosalind spat while keeping her eye on Fayalite, "but I will not tolerate you regarding me as an outsider!! If you're a native, what is the point of exterminating life on Earth?!" Rosalind sounded exasperated-- she had never had a conversation like this with an agent of the Negaverse, amidst a battle or not. When the bowl of soup flew towards her head, Rosalind squeaked and barely managed to dodge the pottery. The brunette felt triumphant when it didn't collide into her face, but as she thought so, a massive splatter of the cold stew landed in her glossy hair.
If she weren't a lady, Rosalind would shout the same expletives at Fayalite that she had heard-- but as it stood, she was a lady. So no expletives left her lovely lips-- yet. Rosalind, now soaking wet with half-eaten soup, was smoldering. She was about to go on a rage. HER LIMIT WAS BROKEN. As the Soldier of Wealth looked around for something to bludgeon Fayalite with, she simply deferred to using fisticuffs. She dashed towards the lieutenant, intent on slapping Fayalite across the face.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:59 pm
Still aching from the coins that were still being flung at her. Damn.. this woman was a b***h, sashaying around in her fancy little fuku and tossing money at her. "Im glad my services were well enough for the tip." She hissed, still hurting. Damn who knew raining money actually hurt?
"We are not exterminating life." She said, smugly. Clearly this senshi knew nothing. "We are only removing the VIRUS of this world. If there are some casualties... well then they are just helping towards the greater cause." Which was of course getting the alien senshi OFF their land. This was their home first... how dare the senshi take over.
Her speech was cut short though. Rosalind flying at her intent on slapping, which she landed with 100% accuracy, would do that. Slap with enough power behind it, caused the lieutenant to fly sideways into a nearby table. Thankfully.... it was a emptly table minus the place settings. Though she would have to admit later, it still hurt like hell. A knife nearly cut her arm... and a spoon was digging into her rear as she turned around sitting. Well, ******** this sucks.
So what did she do this time? Fling porcelain plates.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 2:02 pm
"What greater cause would require casualties? That doesn't sound great at all! In fact, that sounds like... like a lesser cause! Yes! Something a crazy scam organization would come up with." Rosalind took a few steps back and admired the work she had wrought as Fayalite slammed into a table-- truly, it seemed like a work of magnificent art. If she could have painted a picture of it, she'd have titled it 'Trash meets Table.'
If only she were a painter.
And then the plates came zooming by, whirring in her ears as the sliced their way through the air. Rosalind narrowly dodged the first two plates, having to duck beneath the second, and then called out, "excuse me! Plates are fragile, as am I! Why don't you just use a chair, or something equally sturdy?!" And as soon as those words left her lips, Rosalind realized how stupid she sounded. Then a plate sliced through her skirt, a puddle of ruffles spilling out shortly thereafter. The Soldier of Wealth scrambled to scoop each ruffle up, trying to shove them back into her skirt.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 3:01 pm
As more and more ruffles began to fly out of Rosalind's skirt, the Soldier of Wealth began to feel her magical power waning. That was never a good sign-- if it continued to dwindle, her magical sailor suit would fade altogether and Rosalind would once again become Elegancia. A normal human being, but a rather spectacularly beautiful one, of course. Her exquisite skirt was now deflated, since all of the flounce had fallen out, and Rosalind stood around, looking pathetic.
"What an unfortunate situation," she began sheepishly, "I don't want to battle unclothed! I am sure you'd love to see that, wouldn't you?" Rosalind scooped up all of the fabric, held it tightly, and dashed her way out of the restaurant, not taking a moment to look behind. Fortunately, the civilians had safely escaped the scene of the battle, so Rosalind didn't have to feel too bad. It was almost like Cinderella, as more and more frills fell out, Rosalind's transformation faded, and she was once again Elegancia.
"Ugh. Sometimes having the most beautiful sailor outfit is such a curse." She flipped open her cell, called someone to come pick her up at once, and waited for her limousine to arrive.
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