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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:50 am
Tonight wasn't a night to be out on Patrol. It wasn't a night to be out period. Cold, wet, windy. It was like mother nature decided to take a huge dump over Destiny City and that dump was aptly named winter. It was freezing. Dark, horrible, the sort of night you didn't want to touch with a barge pole let alone start traipsing about in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination. But the weather was the last thing on Sailor Atë mind. It didn't even come up on the radar.
But fighting did.
Fighting was a big ******** green blob on her screen as she walked across the roof tops in the centre of town. Having been at this 'game' for nearly 8 months Atë now knew all the advantage points of the city. The best roofs to stand out on, the best alleyways to hide down. Dam she had even used a sewage or two in the last few months to perform a quick get away and it came at no surprise that this Senshi wasn't against getting a little dirty. Not when she had the choice of protecting people, she'd gladly be covered from head to toe in filth if it meant she could save someone from the negaverse.
And do it didnt matter that the rain felt like small pellets on her skin as she raced across the flat rooftops of stores, jumping when she needed, stopping when she had too. She was looking for someone in particular, she had been for a while.
Sugulite.
She needed to reacquaint herself with the agent, show her the appreciate she didn't get to give last time. Let her meet two new friends of Atë's, pain and fear. But the search wasn't going well at all, what ever Sugulite was doing it wasn't in the city center. Every time Atë picked up a Chaos pulse it turned out to be another negaverse agent or even one of those DMC Senshi. She didn't have time for anyone else. She wanted Sugulite.
The temptation to start screaming out her name was a little too cliché for the Sailor Scout as she raced along another building. It was late, the rain was getting worse, but she could feel the familiar pull of tainted energy, it was familiar. She had to check it out even if it turned out to be nothing she couldn't let the thought of Chaos ruling this night. Not now, not ever.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 12:31 pm
When Hayden Lynch took a look outside, she sincerely reconsidered going out on patrol. Thin fingers tapped against the windowsill in her room as the wind hissed against the glass. She turned to stare down the dark hallway that led to her parents’ and sister’s rooms, conveniently empty for the night due to various reasons she really didn’t want to bother about. The decision was made in a split second, and perhaps it would be a choice she would regret soon enough. She reached for the lock on the window, which clicked open. Both arms forced it to slide open, letting in a torrent of wet, freezing wind into her room. The girl bit back a string of swears. Fukalite jumped onto the roof and slammed the window shut with ease. Hair whipping about her face, she grimaced and held up an arm. Yeah, this was a goddamn great decision to make.
Her eyelids drooped, obscuring her mint green irises. Boots slid against the layered roof tiles of her house until the lieutenant landed safely on the ground. She pressed her lips together and hugged herself. Was it possible to request for longer jacket sleeves when she got promoted? The issue of summer weather could be easily rectified by tying the jacket around her waist while she patrolled. Her face coated in a thin layer of water, Fukalite raised her head to the dark sky. Why exactly was she doing this again? Oh, yes. Her and her whims. Maybe she should work on that nasty part of her, but she knew that wouldn’t actually be happening anytime soon. Sighing, she flipped her ponytail over her shoulders only to have it fly back into her face. A growl. Whatever. She could deal.
After a few minutes, Lt. Fukalite finally ran into the streets in search of fulfilling her energy quota. There were pros and cons to be an agent of Chaos. The perks obviously included the enhanced speed, strength, and endurance. The cons? Actually have to do work. She carefully poised herself against a brick wall, her presence hidden in darkness. She peeked into the streets, ducking her head back in when a lone pedestrian passed by. Lips twisted into a smirk as she took a step out and donned a drawl. “Darli—“ Fukalite stopped and retreated deeper into the alley, wildly turning her head.
There was a presence nearby, something nice and pure and sugary good. She crinkled her nose.
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