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Why did Elegancia choose to 'patrol' in the malls, you ask? Simple! She could kill two birds with one stone. Fabulous shopping and youma stomping, all in one day's activity! It was ideal, actually, since youma happened to appear in the malls more often than you think. The Negaverse was getting smart like that-- they apparently knew that people simply could not resist the allure of a mall.

So, it was no surprise when Elegancia was waltzing down the mall's lengthy halls and a youma 'suddenly' burst out of the shadows. She had a formula-- pretend to be just as shocked as the civilians, fall-back somewhere and out of sight, transform, and hide anything she had purchased behind a ficus. This time, however, the youma was just a bit different. It rolled out of an antique carpet store and bore its intricate design for all to see.

Seriously? A carpet?

Rosalind stared at the rug-youma with a somewhat skeptical expression. She dashed towards it, showed no signs of fear, then struck a sassy sailor soldier pose. "Carpets need to know their place," she started in a haughty tone, "and that place is on the floor and beneath my feet." She hopped on top of the intricate rug triumphantly, only to notice that it appeared to be. Well, it couldn't be laughing, because it had no mouth. But if she ever heard a rug laugh, it was then.

As she stood upon it, golden pumps glittering in the light, Rosalind felt it stir beneath her. In an instant, it had knocked her down and rolled itself up with little effort on its part. Rosalind was in a real pinch! The creature began to roll around the mall at incredible speeds, never stopping for even an instant. It cut corners like it was nothing, did not discriminate in who it rolled over, and even slid down escalators.

Rosalind felt as thought she was going to be sick. Was this the end of the Soldier of Wealth?!

In response to Sailor Flora's arrival, the carpet-youma came to a sudden halt, although for some reason Rosalind held on tight. She'd be damned before she slid across the nasty mall tile. Almost instantaneously, the rug rolled up burrito-style and took off with Rosalind once more, rolling along the floor.

Well, darn it all. Turns out Rosalind should have let go when the going was good.

As it rolled along the tile, it made a bee-line for Sailor Flora, the particularly cute Soldier of Spring. Rosalind had never seen her in her time of being a scout, but there was a first for everything! Rosalind could not see anything clearly as the demented rug tumbled around, making her feel more and more sick with every roll.

She attempted to cry out for help, but all that came out was: "hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-------------," then a choke. The Soldier of Wealth was obviously holding something back mid-word. Everything began to whir in her ears! The copper brunette needed help, and fast!

The rug youma, in all its intricately woven glory, whipped back and forth. It was intent on sending Flora flying, or atleast knocking her off of it. As the Soldier of Spring's hands tugged and pulled on the tassels, Rosalind sure enough found a way to pull herself out. Although her skirt was a bit mangled and her hair wasn't as perfect as it was at the start of the battle, the Soldier of Wealth was in one piece. She did, however, look a little green in the face.

"I cannot thank you enough," Rosalind started as she gasped for air, "it smelled in there like old man feet, and I did not like it." Rosalind waved a hand before her nose, then composed herself for a moment. "I am Sailor Rosalind, the Soldier of Wealth. And yourself?"

Unfortunately, Rosalind had left her guard down-- her back was facing the carpet youma, which had somehow managed to stand on its 'feet.' It shook the top half of itself, the tassels waving back and forth, attempting to intimidate Flora. In the process, it lunged towards Rosalind and had done something awful-- carpet burn. It skid across Rosalind's slender and sleek legs, leaving a ferocious red mark on the way down. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!!!!" Rosalind began to hop on one foot, holding the damaged leg. "It hurts!!!"

Flora's attack seemed to be rather effective on the rug-youma! After all, what kind of of carpet liked being covered in filth? To the youma, pollen was most definitely filth. It flailed around, trying to shake the pollen off of itself. As it did so, Rosalind stared (while hopping around in pain, of course), and had something of an ah-ha!! moment. If the carpet didn't like that, then it most definitely wouldn't like coffee spilled all over it.

Looking around frantically, Rosalind found a businessman holding a cup of Starbucks. It seemed fresh, so Rosalind dashed towards him and grabbed the latte out of his hands. The whole thing was rude, so Rosalind curtsied as an apology, of course-- in addition, Rosalind would later return as Elegancia and purchase him a new one.

She returned to the scene of the deranged carpet and Flora, which was still rolling around and trying to get its threadwork free of pollen. At the most fortuitous moment, which was when it was wide open, Rosalind removed the top of the latte and spilled the scalding beverage all over the rug. "How does it feel to be burned, you evil rug?!" She wanted to cackle evilly, but that most definitely was not something a lady would do.

As if it were having a seizure, the carpet flailed around on the mall's tiled floor in extreme agony. Rosalind wondered if it had the capability to feel pain, or if it was upset over the fact that no one would want to purchase it now that it had been pollinated and sullied. Would anyone have bought a demonic rug in the first place, anyways? The brunette watched it squirm around with something of a twisted smile-- yeah, that's what it deserved for almost making her barf all over herself!!

"While I do have a splendid attack, rest assured," Rosalind began, briefly removing her gaze from the rug, "but I am not so sure if it is capable of dusting this awful monster of a carpet. I'll give it a shot, though!" The Soldier of Wealth snapped her fingers, then called out her magical incantation-- Sterling Silver Volley-- coins began to rain out of the mall's ceiling thereafter. They didn't discriminate who they struck, as civilians, senshi, and rug were all pelted. Rosalind smiled sheepishly, all while being struck in the arm by a coin herself. "Sorry!"

The rug didn't seem to like being pelted by coins, but it didn't seem too distraught, either. It wasn't dusted, at any rate. What could the two soldiers do? Rosalind's eyes glanced over at a gardening tool shop...

Rosalind took the offered hedge-trimmers and smiled sadistically. "Yes, let's!!" She lunged toward the heinous carpet, snapping the blades together repeatedly. There was a satisfactory thick ripping sound, and suddenly, the creature went limp. The sailor-suited duo both went on a clipping-frenzy, making sure the rug would not spring back up and burn the hell out of their soft and delicate skin.

Once everything was done with, a pile of carpet shreds and stitchery was before them-- shortly thereafter, the threads phased into dust and seemed almost melancholy. Nobody ever said it paid to be evil! "Such a talented carpet should have taken part in an Aladdin movie," she began, "not as an Agent for the Negaverse." Rosalind dropped the clippers atop the pile of dust, then smiled at Flora. "Thank you so much for rescuing me earlier," Rosalind said while rubbing the burn on her leg, "I don't know how much longer I would have lasted before I became really sick."

Shopping? Duh.

"Why, of course I'd love to go shopping-- we've more than earned it!!" Rosalind flipped her glossy locks over her alabaster-white shoulder, then grinned at the Soldier of Spring. Honestly, Rosalind felt awful over the fact that they had made such a mess. What kind of poor putz would have to clean their mess up? No wonder people hated them! In addition to this, the brunette felt guilt over stealing someone's latte and the two of them 'borrowing' the hedge-clippers from the gardening store.

Following closely behind Flora, Rosalind stared back at all the people who pointed and gasped and chattered. It was definitely unladylike, but it was truly tiring going through the same paparazzi-like act. "Actually, on second thought," Rosalind began, "I'm not so sure." She stopped in her tracks, her golden pumps clicking on the tile, "won't the police be arriving soon? I'm not so sure I'll want to be here for that-- civilian or otherwise." The brunette smiled in a melancholy manner, then curtsied at the blonde. "Once again, my condolences, but I have to get going." Before dashing off like Cinderella, Rosalind made sure to register Super Flora's information in her sailor-cell, just in case her assistance would ever be required again.

Who knew, maybe furniture youma were going to be the norm from now on?