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She hadn't even managed to make it back to Ellie's house. She was exhausted from running with a bum-leg. However, there was a sort of deja vu going on. It was almost like an echoed sound.

********* ran, but it almost seemed like there was an identical sound pursuing her, perhaps off sync by about a second. The jingling, the sound of paw pads against concrete.

Whatever it was, it was not friendly, seeing as it had shot at her earlier.

The manx was upon the very street which the Spectre household was located when once more she heard the familiar cry from behind.

"********* Special Surprise!"

This time it was a shot from behind. It wasn't something she could avoid even if she tried. Soon enough her rump had been hit, causing her two hind legs to become just as useless as her front leg. She let out a miserable yowl as she pretty much sank like a ship against the concrete.

For a moment, she thought she saw someone she knew. Silvery hair was about all she could process.

"H-help... please... help!" she called out as she attempted to drag herself further with the single good limb she had to her use.

Her name.

She could hear it being called out by a familiar voice. With a slight wince, she looked up towards the voice as it then added a number to her name.

Two...?

She attempted to open her eyes as wide as she could and looked towards the senshi that had approached, only to see the senshi holding onto something furry in her arms. Something round and gray, with eyes that matched the star shape upon its forehead.



The monochrome feline instinctively cuddled into Psyche's arms, purring gently. However, after that brief affection, the cat squirmed and soon enough had managed to slip from the senshi's grips. The monochrome manx began to pad forward, stalking as if she was preparing to pounce the other cat before it.

The more vocal of the pairing once more attempted to use her one good limb to try to push herself away, uttering a terrified "....th-this... this is wrong... Get.... get it away from me..."

There was a momentary sigh of relief as the false cat was picked up by Psyche again. However, it didn't seem like the relief would last very long.

The less colorful of the cats did not seem to approve of the current situation. A pair of ears folded back. If this had been a true Mauvian, perhaps Psyche would have received an earful about how Mauvians don't like to just get picked up, willy nilly!

However, the shade seemed less likely to talk, and instead let out a faint hiss before claws came out, digging into whatever part of the senshi's arm it could before it once more wriggled and got loose. Seeming to grow impatient with the feline tactics, the gray animal rather suddenly lunged at *********, claws pressing into the Mauvian's throat.

********* struggled, her one good leg attempting to push away the two sets of claws at her throat. Words escaped her as she frantically devolved in a yowling cry as if her life depended on it.

The true-gray fake went flying and landed several feet away. True to the words of nearly any saying about cats and how they land, it landed on its paws. However, rather than stay in a losing battle now that this senshi was present, the figure seemed to transform. One moment it was a cat, and the next moment it seemed to sprout up into something quite a bit taller.



"Here comes the main attraction!" It cooed out as it stepped closer.

Despite being distanced from the odd copy, the real manx cat did not seem to be doing well. The kick had removed the fake, but at the same time it had caused some nasty cuts to show up on her throat, the crimson momentarily blotting out into the white fur. Even with the fake seeming to take on a humanoid form, ********* knew she couldn't shift forms at that point. She'd just be a larger target of uselessness.

"....th-thank you Psyche..." was all she could muster before she put her head down on the ground to rest for a bit.

The Shade stepped forward, walking playfully upon the balls of her feet, seeming to try to side-step around the senshi so that it could resume the work it had been trying to do prior.

The fake tilted its head to the side in an almost curious manner as it found an arm in its path. However, it didn't seem to be deterred by this sudden obstacle.

With one arm out one way, it seemed to twirl around to it could attempt to go around a different way. The shade seemed oddly nimble upon its feet, moving in a rather fluid manner as it still attempted to resume the task it had.

The shade seemed to stop in its tracks as the air was stolen from its lungs. However, it might have been an unwise decision on Psyche's part to grab it by the throat.

The star upon its forehead, though a duller color than the usual silver, seemed to sparkle and started to glow a white color.

It might not have had air in its lungs, but it didn't need that for the blast of energy it unleashed in its state of panic.

It was hard to miss the screaming. However, there was nobody in the house except for the Spectres of the Mister and Misses variety. The parents groaned in their beds something about obnoxious teenage kids and promptly proceeded to ignore the shouts. They had work in the morning.

The manx mewed pitifully from the girl's arms, not seeming to help the situation even slightly.

It was almost like the manner of a scary movie where a toy suddenly became demonic and now was stalking its prey with a noise that was usually meant to be cute. That bell that pranced about behind the duo suddenly seemed quite eerie.

Approaching on the opposite side of the street was a figure, and soon enough said figure was running towards Psyche and the cat. In her grumbles she managed to utter "...sonovab*tch... another one of those things? I just had to deal with one chasing Phil... th'f*ck is up?!" It might not have been Iris, but it was probably the next best thing as Ellie was soon at the silvery senshi's side.

Ellie groaned before she shook her head and began to back away to find some sort of covering for her momentary transformation. Apparently this monochrome doppleganger thing was contagious and the tomboy was already quite sick of it.

The copy seemed to take glee in the blonde retreating, letting out a noticeable giggle. It didn't last very long, since an eternal senshi soon enough emerged where the regular girl had retreated.

"...I ain't in th'mood fer this..." the senshi growled before stomping forward and meeting the shade head-on.

Though the gray copy met her with a smile, it attempted to slip out of Iris' reach.

Unfortunately for it, the attempt wasn't successful.

Iris reached out and grabbed the thing by the hair, yanking hard on its pigtail to jerk it back into the heel of her opposing hand she smacked firmly forward.

"...Psyche... mind givin' me a hand with this...?" she asked in a deep tone as she seemed to almost offer her the pigtail gripped between her fingers.