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"Hmph."

If Dia had her way, she'd also be staying indoors, enjoying the lovely evening from the comfort of her couch - the way she'd originally planned to do. But noooo, Tourmaline had to text her, guilt her over the fact that she'd slacked off for the last several days, bringing absolutely nothing to the figurative table to show her - their - superiors.

And being emptyhanded for a week was not particularly a good thing.

Heels clicked alongside her punk-rock looking companion, eyes narrowing as she watched the rock bounce along the pavement, making small tap, tap, tap sounds of its own as it skidded along. If Tourmaline wanted to scuff up her shoes, that was her business but it was something she could be doing on her own time, in the senshi's opinion.

"Teenagers are easier, though." The rebuttal came out sounding more like a whine, which in truth, it probably was, "We could be done and over with by nooooooooooooow."

Her nose wrinkled at the idea of sticking her fingers down into a vagrant's chest. An obnoxious mall-rat's chest wasn't much better, but at least they sometimes had enough standards to take a shower before coming out to the mall. "Can't you just pick someone and we can get this over with?"

"But they're so boring." She whined in return, listening to Dia continue on for a moment before another voice joined that of her companion. Softer, nervous -- Scared, maybe?

Lieutenant Tourmaline grinned as she turned on her heel, flashing a bright smile to her senshi companion before thumbing a gesture at the ray of evening sunshine that had just stumbled upon them. "Alright, Dia. I pick this one. Pretty senshi are way better than mall rats when it comes to meeting quota, don't you think?"

He knew, as soon as they both turned, that they were not the type to talk. And he did not like the way that they were looking at him, one with a sharp, twisting smile that was not a pleasant one, and the other with a smirk that made her face shift into a jeering expression.

Thrymr lifted both hands, raising them so that his palms faced out towards the pair in a gesture of defense.

"I'm not lost," he said, and while his heart was beating too quickly against his ribs, he was relieved to note that his voice came out even, without trembling. Thrymr swallowed hard, one foot sliding behind him to brace himself as he pressed his lips together.

"Who are you?"

"That's right!"

She stamped her heel down on the concrete for emphasis, the pink haired woman clearly getting excited with the dialogue the duo was reciting to the lonely senshi that stood before them. It was probably a good thing that the target in question was not a pokemon - then again, they'd probably go for a fuzzy critter's starseed just as quickly as a senshi's.

Her arms folded across her chest as she did her best to look tough and intimidating, leaning back against her partner for added effect. Tourmaline, on the other hand, let out another burst of giggles, her shoulder shaking Dia's in the process and causing the girl to furrow her brows in frustration.

An elbow moved out and shoved against the Lieutenant's side as the senshi hissed, "Cut it out!"

"You cut it out, Dia!" She hissed, elbowing the other girl back as her eyes narrowed, all trace of giggles gone. An insult lingered on the tip of her tongue and briefly it may have seemed as though the Lieutenant and the Corrupt Senshi were seconds away from breaking out into a battle of their own-- Only briefly, however, because before they could they were very rudely attacked.

Tourmaline stumbled back with a startled cry as she was blasted by the hearts, nearly tripping over Dia as she did so. "What-- What was that? Dia did you see that? He attacked me! I choose you. Dia, use Candy Crush-- Or whatever it is your stupid, gooey candy attack is called."

He wondered, not for the first time, whether he'd made a mistake in attacking them first. But they had been planning to do the same thing to him, Thrymr reasoned; he had merely taken the first step before they had managed to do so.

And now he'd irritated them.

The senshi's magic swept forward towards him, and Thrymr stumbled back, throwing up an arm to block whatever it was that she was throwing at him - but this seemed to be exactly the wrong thing to do. A sticky, sickly sweet substance was spreading up over his arm and part of his shoulder, halting his movements as he staggered.

He let out a little gasp and threw himself forward, hair flying, to try and swing a kick at the senshi, though his balance was not quite on par with his arm bent at the strange angle it was.

Nobody kicked her friends but her.

Ignoring the fact that Tourmaline had only been injured taking the blow for her sake, Dia was ready to get violent on the behalf of herself and her stumbling friend.

Her wrist flicked itself again, conjuring up another gumdrop. This time, however, she fully intended on smashing it in the man's face. How dare he try to hurt Tourmaline. If he was willing to kick the less pretty of the two, who was to tell what he'd be willing to do to her beautiful face? Her stomach? Her hair?

Stepping forward, she moved to lunge towards the white haired nuisance. What she hadn't counted on, however, was Tourmaline continuing her stumble, directly on top of one of her many strands of hair lace. The weight of her boot anchored her hair to the ground, the force of Dia's lunge sending her forward and straight towards the ground.

Her face hit the pavement with a loud thwack, perfect nose taking the brunt of the impact as the woman let out a shrill screech.

"Y-You.." Thoughts of the enemy evaporated as the pinkette struggled back onto her feet. No, she was mad, but it was because she now looked like an absolute fool. Eyes glared down at the foot that continued to hold her hair down. Tourmaline's gaze fell down to where Dia was looking, her boot swiftly removing itself from the situation as she gave the other girl a sheepish look. It was also then that Dia realized her hand had clenched itself during the fall and her fingers were now irreversibly covered in sticky, awful candy goop. "LOOK what you've DONE. You...you tart!"

Without thinking, the lunge was relaunched - but this time in her cohort's direction. Fingers covered in gummy substance took hold of Tourmaline's pink-tipped curls and forcibly yanked downwards.

"How do you think this feels?!"