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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 3:58 pm
This was, well, embarrassing was the right word. It was the first week of classes, and Tallulah was already leaving the library way later than she'd planned to. Paul was definitely not going to hear about this. No one was going to hear about this. She was going to go home and pretend she'd gone to bed at a reasonable hour, and not that she hadn't left the library until 11:30 at night. But hey, she'd missed three semesters and she had a lot of classes to catch up on if she was going to get back on track! Halfway to the bus stop, Tallulah became aware of a strange, syrupy smell in the air. Sickly-sweet. Maybe it was from a dining hall, she thought. Or maybe-- The smell was quickly joined by a crashing noise. Tallulah turned around to see a trash can clatter across the sidewalk, followed by a- Well, that brought back memories. It was a youma, and it looked like an entire candy store had melted together to form the beast. It was chewing on the trash can and hadn't noticed her yet, and she was in no shape to be fighting it - even if her pen was at the bottom of her satchel in an aspirational sort of way. So, uh, she turned around and walked away super quickly. That was totally what she went with. Except she glanced over her shoulder and saw the youma following her. Slowly. At a distance. But following her. Tallulah started digging in her bag for her pen.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 5:02 pm
Lysithea hadn’t really wanted to ever power up again, to be perfectly honest about everything. She still had a black eye, and her split lip was finally starting to heal…but honestly she couldn’t resist the urge to just be powered on her way home…What if someone needed her protection?
Sadly, it would seem that that was the case…there was a youma nearby, and a civilian girl walking away from it. Oh boy. Well…she would have to do her best now, that was the only thing she could do.
The senshi swooped down, landing between the youma and Tallulah, shaking her head. “Not today you monster.” To the civilian she looked over. “Keep walking, okay? I’ll take care of this. You’re in danger, and you best be going home!” Lysithea then did something that might just be stupid, but hey. This senshi business made her do stupid things all the time, so why should this be any different?
She charged at the youma, fists raised. “I’m going to dust you, you creepy little gumdrop!”
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 5:45 pm
Oh. Hey. Senshi! "Okay," Tallulah said brightly to the other girl, but kept looking for her pen anyway. One basic senshi - with visibly healing injuries - against a youma was doable, but it wasn't ideal. By herself, as an eternal senshi, she'd wanted to avoid overtaxing herself with a fight, but now that an ally had arrived, she felt the call of duty. It was her responsibility as a more experienced senshi to help! "But I can do you one better." She'd always been sloppy with letting other white moon senshi know her civilian identity, and this didn't seem like the time to change anything in that regards - it had always worked for her so far. Anyways, she had her pen firmly in her grasp now. Pulling it out, she called out, "Europa Eternal, Make-up!" In a flash of light, her fuku settled around her like an old, familiar coat. So far, she felt good. Sailor Europa spun on her heels, dashing after the grey-skirted scout. She flung and hand forward, calling, "Europa Deep Ocean Pressure!" The youma froze in place, its bulk seeming to flatten. When the senshi's fists impacted, the hit reverberated through its whole gelatinous bulk. It shed a few nonpareils. "Should give you some time," said Europa, launching herself into a kick aimed at the youma's flank. "Maybe thirty seconds." She was probably remembering that wrong. Quote: Attack #1 NAME: Europa Deep Ocean Pressure The enemy is overtaken by the sensation that they are underwater... except they're not, they're just being held down by several tons of pressure. It makes it difficult for the enemy to move and can cause momentary damage like shortness of breath, but Sailor Europa and her allies are not affected, nor is the actual weight of the target changed. (The attack is strictly sensational.) It wears off after about fifteen to twenty seconds.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 7:15 pm
Lysithea paused in her running to attack and stared blankly at Europa for a good second. “Oh. You…you’re a senshi too? Oh well. That’s cool. And convenient. She gave a smile, then looked back to the youma when the senshi attacked. “Oh! Well that’s cool too!”
She went to the youma and kicked as hard as she could while there was no resistance from it. “Stupid.” The senshi looked at Europa and gave a little smile. “You’re pretty. I like your wings!”
Plus she looked like she knew what she was doing…which was the best part of all of it…since, you know. Lysithea seriously didn’t. “Time to play some candy crush? Like…literal candy crush…haha…That’s kind of funny.”
Way to be a comedian, Lysithea, really.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 12:39 am
"Keep at this long enough and you'll get some of your own!" Europa called to the younger senshi. She rebounded from her kick to the youma's flank awkwardly, cursing her own clumsiness - she hadn't worn heels in a while, as if that was a crime. Whipping towards the creature again, she brought her heel down squarely on a huge, spiral lollipop, shattering. Again, shockwaves reverberated through its bulk.
"I've got no idea how to kill this thing," she confessed. Usually you had to obliterate youma somehow, or find a way to do enough damage to them that they just couldn't go on. Gelatinous blobs were always the hardest kind to deal with, of course - you could never tell whether your attacks were having any kind of effect.
Anyway, her attack picked that moment to wear off, and Europa wasn't exactly sure whether it had lasted less time than usual or her memory was just hazy - a year and a half out of the action could do weird things to your sense of time. The youma lurched towards her, and Europa hopped backwards a meter or so, looking around for some kind of makeshift weapon. The only thing that immediately came to mind was the upturned trash can, but she would have liked to avoid that if she could - all it would really serve to do was make a mess.
"I'm Europa," she called to the other senshi, continuing to back away from the youma's clumsy swipes. "Senshi of the Deep. Who are you?"
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