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Super Sailor Pasiphae dodged another blow from the attacking youma, sweaty and frustrated at how badly the battle was going thus far. All she had wanted to do was grab some marshmallows for the sweet potato casserole she would be making for Thanksgiving in a few days before everyone made the last minute mad-dash and cleared the shelves. That was it. She had left for the store feeling fairly hopeful that this errand would be over shortly and she could get back to studying for the tests she would be taking once the Thanksgiving holiday was over. As she recalled how the youma had burst through the aisles of the grocery store, however, she berated herself. She should have known better. Any time she went through Destiny City was a likely time for a youma to strike... if anything, she was lucky to only have encountered one at her school!

The youma looked, ironically enough, like a turkey in its basic shape and anatomy. Yet, unlike the normal feathered variety, this turkey was comprised of raw, exposed meat with slick, glistening feathers of sinew and fat dribbling from its tail. Most fearsome of all, for the Shame Senshi at least, were its sharp talons and beak that seemed to be nothing but barren bone--shockingly white against the red and pinks of its body. She had least managed to lure the creature outside before too many civilians could be injured. The street was still not the ideal place for a battle, but it was at least better than the aisles of the store where people could get trapped beneath falling shelves. Pausing a moment to catch her breath, she leapt to strike the youma again. She needed to dispose of it as quickly as possible... before it could ruin anyone else's holiday preparations.

He’d actually kind of been hoping Peter would disappear safely into subspace with his civilian clothes and the purse he’d been transporting Peter around in the moment he transformed, but apparently that was asking for too much—and considering he didn’t even know if that was possible to begin with, he figured he shouldn’t be surprised to see Peter’s furry kitten body pelting out the door the second his sparkly magical transformation sequence ended.

If he was paid for all the trouble he’d gone through since February, Ganymede thought he’d be pretty rich by now.

He muttered to himself under his breath—“Can’t even go shopping anymore without running in to this crap…”—and went after Peter, plowing through frightened civilians and assuring them that everything would be fine so long as they would stay out of the way. He noted the other powered presence in the area and was thankful that whoever it was had had enough sense to lure the creature out of the store. It was bad enough that the thing had already managed to knock over a few shelves. The last thing they needed was for it to completely destroy the store, or take any of the terrified civilians with it.

“Peter!” he shouted, arriving onto the scene just as the youma rounded on his ex-boyfriend’s little brother. Ganymede lunged forward to land a hard kick in the youma’s side, sending it skidding along the ground, before he reached down to scoop up the run-away kitten. “You’re a bad cat! Can’t you behave to five seconds? Getting rid of these things is bad enough without having to worry about you on top of it!”

Ganymede glanced over at the other senshi and was at least glad to see that it was one he recognized. “Pasiphae!”

He might have smiled if there wasn’t currently a very ugly turkey monster scrambling to its taloned feet and emitting several rather disturbing sounding gobbles.

“How… fitting…” he observed. His face scrunched up a bit in disgust and he kept Peter guarded close to his chest. “Why don’t we take it one from each side? Maybe it’ll confuse it. Not that it looks all that bright to begin with…”

"I am behaving! Who's she? Is she your friend?" he chattered, wiggling out of Ganymede's hold so he could claw his way up onto the senshi's shoulder. "What kind of name is Pasiphae? She almost hit me! Are you sure she's a good guy? What are you going to do about that? It's a youma, right? I thought the other one looked like a dog! So they really do appear differently every time?? Why don't they come up on google when I type them in? Shouldn't there be some kind of wiki page so we know what to expect from these things??"

Peter realized that as a kitten he couldn't do much, but the adrenaline was racing through him and all he wanted to do was get into the action! All he could really do was observe and make sure the crazy turkey youma didn't hurt Ganymede or the girl that appeared!

"Where do these things come from, anyway??" he chirped shrilly into Ganymede's ear, his claws digging into the senshi's bare shoulder when he was afraid of sliding off. There wasn't much to grab on to! "What about a weapon? Can you use a weapon? What about a hanging plant? Would that be a good weapon?? You can throw it or something!" he went on, eyeing some of the plants that had been out on display at the grocery store... Although, they might have been forgotten since they were mostly all dead.

Pasiphae struck a mirrored course to Ganymede, moving carefully among the rubble to the right side of the youma in order to try and get close enough for another strike. The first punch had left a large, red stain on her glove, but she tried not to look at it. Even after battling so much, or perhaps because of the battles she had had, blood still unnerved her. Of course, youma "blood" was black and the residue on her glove meant she had not fully pierced the skin of the youma. Logically, she knew this, but emotions were not logical. Things were going well until she heard the male Senshi raise his voice and saw the turkey youma lunge for him and the kitten he carried. While she knew Ganymede could handle himself, she still feared for him; adding in the talking kitten, who seemed to have no means of defense, only exacerbated her concern. Instinctively she called on her new shield to protect them, a power she hadn't used since it surrounded Nyx in the Surrounding, "Pasiphae Social Pariah!"

To her surprise (and slight horror), the marroon shield appeared around only one--the talking kitten, the one she had been more concerne for only because he seemed to have no form of defense. This led the Senshi to immediately try and find another plan of attack. The shield would not protect him forever--probably just two, powerful strikes from this large youma would crack it--but at least it meant that he would not be hurt for now. It also, perhaps, meant that Ganymede could focus more on fighting the youma rather than protecthing the kitten.

Yet, she knew she had only a few seconds to find a weapon before the turkey beast turned on her instead of the now protected cat. Like Peter, she was initially drawn to one of the hanging plants. When she picked it up, however, she found that instead of a nice, heavy pot it was just a fancy, painted plastic thing that wouldn't do much good against the featherless bird youma. She quickly discarded it, panic beginning to rise in her Her eyes restlessly searched the debris on the ground from when the youma had brought down the wall of the market, mentally crossing out anything that would not work as a weapon.

Carrots? No.

Crushed flowers? No.

Mashed up candy bars and exploded soda bottles? No, and no.

Heavy metal pot from one of the cooking displays, slightly dented? Seemed like the best option at the moment! She scooped up the pot and leapt for the turkey's head, hoping to get in a strike before that bone-like beak turned on her.

“You’re not going to be in there forever. Senshi magic doesn’t last that long,” Ganymede reassured his kitten companion once he’d regained his balance and turned on the youma again.

Peter might not like his new protective bubble, but Ganymede was thankful for it. If it kept Peter safe long enough for them to get rid of this thing—and with two of them in the fight instead of one, he hoped victory would come much faster—then it seemed a pretty useful piece of magic to him. He was almost jealous, and momentarily frowned over the pathetic, dinky magic he had in comparison.

Of course, that was hardly important now, and the Super Senshi of Lust was used to going hand-to-hand in battle by this point anyway. He watched a Pasiphae brought a dented pot down rather hard on the youma’s head with a loud ‘ding’ that echoed through the night. It was a very satisfying sound, especially as the youma crumpled to the ground with a dazed look on its face.

If it could be called a face.

“Frying pans,” Ganymede grinned and joked, “Who knew, right?”

While Peter was prevented from dashing off and the youma was temporarily indisposed, Ganymede drew closer to kick at it a few more times, at least until one of its talons took aim at one of his legs. He quickly dodged to the side with a wince but was relieved that it’d managed to do nothing more that tear one of his boots.

“Okie dokie… well, that’s a sign for me to find a weapon, too,” he said, and promptly began looking around for one.