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A warehouse near the docks was not normally the place place where one would see an unattended teenage female. At least not the kind of girl who wasn't looking for a little company, or who wasn't involved in some sort of rave. Yet a warehouse on the docks was exactly where Scylla was, standing on the roof and watching the water beat at the wooden planks. She couldn't see the details, more the shape of it, the dark water turned the color of pewter in the moonlight. It was purely a psychological trick that she was yearning for the feel of the water on her skin. And not warm water, but something chill and cool, and a sense of pressure. The night air was cooling and damp near the dock; the roof that the Scout stood on was covered in a thin layer of snow. Not quite what she had in mind, but it was passable, she told herself.

Under her fuku, her ribs were black and blue, as were places on her arms. If it weren't for her boots, her legs would probably be scraped from the last brawl she had been in. Yet here she was, back out in the cold as though she never would have thought she'd do before all this life had happened. Her gloves hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms and she glanced up at the clear moon above. "You've caused me a whole lot of grief, Princess." she told the silence clearly. "It better be worth it all in the end."

"Your princess wont be able to save you." another female spoke out of the darkness, and a chill ran up Scylla's spine. She spun in the direction which the sound had come from, eyes narrowing. A lantern, pink eyes, and it was her princess? scylla had met few enough members of the negaverse in combat, but she recognized the symptoms of that particular disease. Her nostrils flared, and she shifted her leg to take a more firm stance.

"I don't have to rely on a princess to save me." Scylla countered. "I can save myself. You, on the other hand, are screwed." she tossed her head, glancing around the area. "I'll give you a ten-count head start if you like." Scylla thought that it was very fair of her.

Ten... "Well, all the more foolish, they." her voice was bland. "I'm sure you've heard that the Princess Serenity is gone." One of them. There was still Sailor Chibimoon, who was a Princess Serenity, wasn't she? If she understood. How confusing. Either way, that was not information that she planned to just volunteer to a Negaverse agent. "I also thank you for the lesson on royal etiquette." Her voice was bland, lips curling into a placid smile. "I never would have guessed that a Queen was higher in rank than a Princess."

Nine... She kept her expression pleasant, even as she went slinking in the direction of the taller woman. "I'm sure your Queen is very powerful." her tone was just right, solicitous, the sarcasm layered on like sweet honey on buttered bread. Just like someone would speak to a child.

Eight... "And let me guess. She's going to share, isn't she? She's going to make the world better for her chosen, her loyal, just like Hitler, and Mussolini, and every other sweet-tongued fascist out there."

Seven... Scylla clucked her tongue, shaking her dark head. "You were so lucky." It was the were, gently emphasized, that was the last warning that the pink-eyed enemy would be provided. "But I am Scylla, and YOU shouldn't have woken the sleeping monster!"

Six... She was only a few feet away now, poised casually. Was the enemy waiting for her to make the first move? Well, that was silly of her. Scylla could feel the words there, dancing on the tip of her tongue. The unfair little words that would wrap this woman up and try to squeeze the taint from her veins.

Five... Ah, waiting until the count of ten that she had promised the other was so unfair. Scylla moved around her, eying her up and down. Measuring her. She was lithe enough, and looked like she had some muscle on her. Not to mention she was carrying a big stick. Scylla would have to stay out of range, unless she really just wanted to scrap with her, which would be foolish. She was already closer than she should be.

Four. There were several skylights on the roof. One of them was not far behind the enemy. "Can I have your name?" So I know what to put on your grave.

They were counting down at the same pace, it seemed. Fayalite. She knew a little bit, it seemed, not letting Scylla get around her. That would have been quite fatal. Unfortunately, so was not paying attention to where she was circling. scylla let the Nega swing, gauging her chances. She let the weapon hit her, hissing at the contact- but it hit her right arm, which had crossed over her left and jerked, now tugging the weapon parallel to the rooftop where her right arm could grab it. "You miscalculated, Fayalite, and I apologize." She pushed herself forward, face almost even with the Negaverser's neck. Height differences were disgusting. "But this is my home."

She shoved the weapon, releasing it and raising her leg to kick the girl in the chest, shoving her precariously close to the skylight. In fact, she just might... aha! Fayalite hit the skylight and plummeted through, and Scylla bolted to the skylight, staring down. She'd landed on a catwalk about seven feet below the ceiling, which accounted for the heavy thump. She was safe, it look like though- which was good. She hadn't wanted the girl to hit the concrete floor. Ares was telling her to get information for the BMC, and killing the enemy wasn't the best way to go about it, even if it was an effective way to get them off the streets. She couldn't do that though. She was nauseated enough thinking about how bad it must have hurt to land the way that Fayalite had.

Ow.


((I had permission to do this.))

One thing that Scylla hadn't expected was to get dragged through a skylight. There went her ego boost. The super Senshi had been wondering what to do with it! She landed hard on hands and knees on the freezing metal of the catwalk, certain she'd popped a vertebrae or twelve. "Ugh!" she didn't have the time to focus; she landed and she rolled, hoping that she went in the right direction. The other woman had had time to get her bearings before she hooked her, and Jada really didn't want a blow to the head. "You b***h." Couldn't she have just stayed there? Scylla'd hit her fair and square, damnit. Gloved hands on metal bars jerked Scylla to her feet. "Now I have to kick your a**." So what if her vision was a little blurred from the shock of her landing?

The catwalk was only a few feet across, but ran from end to end of the building. Underneath was a labyrinth of other walks, with unguarded ladders leading down at points. Those were ignored for the moment, her eyes seeing red. Jada never really went into a catfight with anyone, but this b***h was gonna get it. And how! She growled out her frustration, and flung herself at the Negaverser with a snarl, very reminiscent of a linebacker.

If the Senshi of the Kraken knew she'd made her enemy's butt hurt, well... she'd think less of it than most other people who knew it. As it was, Jada'd EGO hurt as much as Fayalite's a**, and one thing that the girl couldn't stand was a blow to the ego. Not to mention, the negaverser was punching her in the side of the head. OW. Scylla snarled in outrage, wrapping a hand in the negaverse agent's hair and tugging on it, hard, trying to be the first to stand from where they had landed in their mad-tackle-tumble; who cared if the other girl was taller and probably stronger, ********? Scylla was gonna drag that woman around just like the cow that she was! "You heifer!" she snarled, and went after the redhead again, even having never let go of her in the first place.

The sounds of the rusting metal slowly and potentially giving way went completely (and devastatingly?) ignored in Jada's passionate assault on her newfound enemy.

((The following post is with permission - utilizing the crimson crystal - Virgo used with permission of her player))

Someone had followed them down into the warehouse, someone who had only just arrived but in the skirmish had gone un-noticed. Someone whom had, unknown to them paused just a moment outside. There had been a warm flair of power but it had vanished just before 'she' arrived, blond hair and soft green cloth, gold wrapped boots and a fluttering veil.
"STOP!" She called with her eyes wide and innocent in alarm.

"I can Dominate you anytime i ******** wanted - Bend over, You lard a**!" She hissed out a second before a knee met her face, or was that two knees? Both? Did this b***h have four legs? Her vision started to blur as she tightened her grip even more. Scylla might have thought it was a revenge tactic, but it was more to try and stop herself from falling rediculously. This was not a good sign, not at all. She was losing? What the hell did she store in those thighs, barbells? Zink.. would not be amused, not when this senshi is looking for the same blood she was.

"Oh just GREAT another senshi." She said, nose bleeding like a faucet and eyes watering as the new voice was heard, Zodiac? Just great what she needed was yet ANOTHER senshi. Not wanting to go down without a fight as Scylla let go, fayalite made sure to rake her nails on the senshis arm one last time.

That was before she was nailed in the chest again. But this time, she fell a good many feet... into a bunch of boxes. With a loud squeak of pain, tears flowed from her eyes.... but were those from the punches or was she ACTUALLY crying? This was the third time she landed on her already injured tailbone... she wasn't sure if she'd be able to move at all besides her arms now, she was now subjected to two senshi...

She was so dead.