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It had been a long day for Jada Chamberlyn, starting with her phone call from Zora's school at 9:00 in the morning saying, "Your sister has been given suspension..." What the hell? Zora was thirteen, in ninth grade at Crystal; what was she doing getting in a fight at Meadowview? "You're listed as her primary contact in the city, and we were advised by your father to have you come in-person to speak to us about the... situation." Hell, the woman was speaking delicately.

"I can't be there until lunchtime." she told the woman, tiredly. And that was true. She still had to shower, put on warpaint, dress to kill, and get to Meadowview, a drive of almost half an hour in good traffic; this would have to mean skipping lunch, since eating when she was stressed always fatted her out, and this would hopefully not include traffic lights. "Schedule me for a noon."

"Lunch is from 11:40 to-"

"Did you not hear me, Miss?" her voice was sweetly acidic. "Noon, and do please be certain that your employer is there on time."

"Ma'am, we-"

"Goodbye, Miss. I'll see your employer promptly at noon. Please advise him or her that I do not hold with being kept waiting." Thus Jada had would up at the school she'd always dubbed 'That poor School'. Really, some of the kids here were almost as bad as at Hellsworth, or that Mary Magdelene place. And if they were corrupting Zora, a stop would have to be put to it. Zora was a Chamberlyn, not some commoner. It was something Jada had often forgotten herself, and still did, but something Zora could never seem to remember at all.

Her first glance at her sister had been a profusely bleeding nose, and a bag of ice to one eye. The bag looked as dirty as everything else did in this public school. "He hit me first," she told Jada. "And called me a bit- uhh, the B-word." Rolling her eyes, Jada had gone into the Principal's office, listened to the obligatory rant on what trouble her sister was in, offering the proper apologies where required; then she got to sit through it with the boy's parents, then the boy and Zora. The situation was finally transmuted to three days instead of two weeks, and Zora was grounded for two weeks more. Not that there was a way for Jada to really punish her sister. What was she going to do, take away WoW?

It was finally half an hour after the normal time for school to let out, and she was heading back to her car. She saw the students first, littered on the ground like wilted flowers, still others draining slowly where they sat. That was never a good sign; Jada ducked into one of the small cubbies that covered a classroom door, opening it and checking there was no one inside. In one door, out the same, and hopefully, no one the wiser.

With her growing experience against humanoid enemies, she could feel the cause of the wrongness before she could see it. "Come out come out," she singsonged. "Play with someone your own size." The irony was that it was coming from someone only a hair over 5' in her heels.

The paper wad that hit Scylla in the head caused her to curse softy before she bent cautiously to pick it up. The pulled it open, scowling at the wording; her fingers prickled as she touched the ink on accident, and she saw the faintest smear of her own blood. That was just... nasty.

"You like hide and seek, huh?" she spoke back to the apparently invisible person, spinning in a slow circle- starting from where she presumed the paper wad to have come from. "I can say I like a good chase myself, I suppose." She tossed back her black hair, rubbing her gloved hand- the one without blood on it- over her goosebumping thighs absently. "But I don't have much time to play. Baby, it is cold outside."

So cold some of the students were getting blue from lying in the snow.

Curiously, Scylla decided to trot in a slow circle, starting on the left and working her way around the area she believed the enemy could be hiding. It would be safe to assume that the enemy knew where she was, so she kepy her tongue in cheek, ready to shriek out her command, if she needed to. Who knew how quick this person was, or how close to her heart they would be able to worm their evil hand.

Ugh, where were they? She could see people littering the snow, poor little sods who had no clue that... well, what was happening here? They didn't seem to be missing their starseeds, but people were slumped over like they were missing that vital part of themselves. Was this some new Negaverse trick, or was it something else? The existence of Dylan and Johnny's alter-egos, and the existence of Wiseman, and the Tree, had proven that there were more things in heaven and earth, than were dreamt of in her philosophy. Heh. She stopped next to one of the people who was still half-there, not full unconscious, and bent slightly to try and see if they were alright.

That was when the trap was sprung.

Scylla knew better than to worry about the wounded when she was the only known Senshi on the battlefield, with an unknown number of enemies. She should have known better than to walk into this anyway without calling for backup. these were the things she was thinking as she was kicked in the back, at the base of spine and hip where she had been wounded so frequently before. She started to fall forward, and made sure to try and roll out of the way, in the case of a follow-up attack by some other enemy, or the one who had sprung on her,

As she rolled up, she was greeted with the sight of what might have been a woman in a brown coat, with brown hair, and an angry look on her face. The last didn't surprise her, but weren't most of the chicks in the Negaverse supposed to be, well, feminine? The ones she met had been, but in that suit, someone was definitely repressing. Whether they were a guy or girl, that was repressing. It might be a dude, but she was sure she saw boob. What the hell... The Repressed got their foot stuck in the snow, and Scylla kept rolling, away~ away~

A few feet away, she shoved to her feet in a crouch. "Are you comparing me to a cockroach? I seriously bet you have no friends." The Repressed was trotting in her direction, and Scylla shoved to her full height, somehow managing to sneer up her nose at the oncoming Negaverser. Her hands went out in front of her, shaped like claws, and she cried out, "Scylla's Hunger!"

In the space between the Negaverser and Scylla, nothing seemed to happen.

She was small, yes, especially compared to most of the behemo- REPULSIVE?! Repressed was soon going to find out just how hard Scylla could repulse her in the face. Logic: shot out the window; Ego: in rage mode. (Refusing to die, well, yes. Scylla was quite hardy. But not repulsive!) The Negaverser kept coming in her direction, the cry of Scylla's attack seeming to not be much a diversion, and Scylla smiled at her, a very unpleasant smile for such a gorgeous and aristocratic face.

The Negaverser seemed to be on her way, when Scylla closed her hand and the ground rumbled behind Uranophane, dirt flying into the air and a shadow falling over the area that was still between the Negaverser and herself. A suspiciously long and round shadow, with no arms or legs.

The Negaverser pulled her hideous goggles down to protect her eyes, and Scylla sneered at her; the Repressed was a quick little cockroach herself, it seemed, as she flung herself in a direction that most likely she thought would be out of the way.

It wasn't. Something long wrapped around her waist, contracting like a muscle; around her waist, hips, and legs, jerking her into the air and away from the ground, and the controller of the limb. from her vantage point of five to seven feet in the air, Uranophane would be able to see (were she looking) that there were several other limbs of such nature on the ground below, each reaching toward her as if they wanted a piece of her too.

Scylla took a deep breath of relief that the other had been successfully taken away. Her back hurt and she spared the second to reach a hand to her hip now, showing apparent favor to the lower right side.