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Backdated to Thurs, Jan 13th 2017

Deep in the night, I'm looking for some fun,
Haüyne had discovered, in getting a hold of an used ipod and music months and month ago, that listening to songs was amazing. Only recently, however, with the holidays and shopping and the season of giving, had the Corrupted discovered that dancing to the music one was listening to was equally amazing. As was, given the song, singing to it. The body that the corrupted inhabited, with its old name and old hobbies and old life, had some skill in both song and dance already developed. Moving, slinking a spine and snapping hips, shoulder, head were all easily done with a little warm up.

De-de-de-deep in the night, i'm looking for some fun, The seedy Circle K wasn't the ideal dancing space, but the top of the concession stand of the derelict community sports area was sortof like a stage. Which felt more natural and fun. It made time pass, since the corrupted was early after placing the notation in the dead drop. The whole deal of having a second person along, which badass magic for protection in a fight, was AMAZING. And definitely worth taking every advantage of while supplies lasted and the General's call for the Knight's use was still on the grocery list.

And there was the approach of an aura on time. Haüyne turned once there was the definite sound of someone approaching, doing a hip shimmy, " 'i just can't get enough of you boy!' "

Near immediately, the senshi leapt down to his side. "There's a Waffle House I passed on my way here waaaaaaaaaay down theeeeeeere. Let's make for it and see what's cookin' that way. It's been over an hour, so maybe some late night action can touch our tra la la."

Sailor Duhr had no earthly idea what a tra la la was, nor did she care to know what a ding ding dong referred to. What Sailor Duhr did know, however, was that waffles made for the very best reward for successful evenings out on patrol.

Much like a lighthouse that kept boats at bay, her presence on the curbside outside of the local Waffle House had kept the nasty, dark forces of the Negaverse at bay. Well, at least that's how the analogy went in her mind. The night had remained peaceful, save for a couple unsavory cars that had turned the curb a lil fast and ignored the speed limit - she'd leave those kinds of infractions to the local police. Her job involved fighting off the ugly monsters and men up to harmin' more than just traffic laws.

Maud had offered to find a styrofoam container for the stack of breakfast treats to-go, but Duhr preferred to keep them in the brown paper bag she normally ordered them in. Bags made it easier for crumpling and stuffing - who knew when she might have to pause in her munching to dash off into the lamp-lit horizon after a fiend or dastardly no-gooder?

Teeth bit down into the second tan circle for the night, ripping off a bite as she chewed on it thoughtfully. Tomorrow night, she might have to dust off her old Red Ryder and take it with her on patrol. Negabaddies wouldn't know any better about it being real or not when lookin' down the single barrel of her trusty old partner. Maybe she'd even manage to wing one or two of 'em.

Her chewing paused as a sudden aura arose in the distance, quickly forcing the hairs on the back of her neck to prickle. Maybe she should have considered bringing her bb gun out tonight.

"Damn right it's a star," Scholomance confirmed with a grin and a wink. Perhaps it was safer that his smile did not show beyond the half-mask.

The conversation dropped as they moved, however, and Scholomance found himself trotting to keep up. His heeled boots restricted him to a shorter stride, and since Haüyne sported longer legs than he, they crossed further distance with less effort. Scholomance learned recently that their modus operandi settled on 'full blast or nothing', so he left the corrupted senshi rocket down the street of their own accord. While he much preferred to dally with skeezy small talk, Haüyne was already yelling nonsense at the target in question. Scholomance spent a fair fifteen seconds closing the distance, and paused when he reached the cusp of another building. The flapping signs out front offered minimal cover for his looming, but it would suffice if Haüyne proved an effective distraction.

What a moron. If Haüyne kept screaming into the fray, then he imagined some White Moon senshi would grow fed up enough to lay a trap for that. Perhaps the senshi they faced now had similar sensibilities.

Or, perhaps the fight would end like with Chara.

The spinebone whip summoned to hand and he waited, gauging the precious seconds left to his magic.

Woohooo hooooo this one WAS lookin' alive, and chargin' up the laser even as Haüyne was covering the ground. They'd had a bag of something out of which they were noshing- so not booze at least. Some sort of food. Road debri and sideway dust picked up enough to give what she was doing some indication of form as it spun out from the gesture as a tiny funnel.

The Super senshi did not alter course, did not try to dodge, but took the little magic thing full on mid stride. The wind pushed legs and hips akimbo, a paper bag smacked hard into hip-flank, and Haüyne's boots were at last dragged out sideways and back with the little twister that kept moving. The landing wasn't so bad though!

Instead of hipbone crashing into the pavement directly, with shoulder and elbow, the corrupted's hip flattened the paperbag and container inside. And into something kinda squishy more inside. Before the pavement followed. That's one cast. Makes little tornadoes. Pretty cool. Now for scholo to cover me, so I don't bite the curb on the next one.

"HA! Ha-ha...what a doozy! " Haüyne looked up, grinning. The elbow felt hot and roadburned, but no worse than usual parkour practice when eating concrete. "You got another one of those, sweet cheeks? Better start chargin' your laser-"

"-or imma getcha. "

"-or imma getcha. "

She felt a shiver run down her spine as the crazy senshi threatened her. Her hands were cold and clammy, but her footing remained strong. A bundle of blonde curls bounced across her face as she noted the second energy aura approach - this time, it didn't sicken her like the evil senshi's did. He or she was still off fairly far in the distance, their shadow the only sign Duhr had that someone else was even out there to begin with.

One hand moved up to shove the hair backwards with a soft grunt as she then moved to gesture towards the Loony Bin in front of her.

"Don't just stand there, mister - get 'em!"

Her voice hollered out to the shadow, but the tall girl decided to take action again anyhow, regardless of how tired it made her to conjure up a twister. Hands folded together and she prepared to start another whirlwind - there was no sense in wastin' time, especially if this fella was planning on attacking back with whatever evil magic he had up his crazy sleeves. She was already exhausted, but Sailor Duhr wasn't planning on going down without a fight!

There was, he found, a certain shame in being shackled to Negaverse heed. While Scholomance straightened up from the garbage heap, he excused himself from the area to dip down a narrow alley and refresh his uniform. The senshi would most certainly have something to say about his lack of contribution to her part of the fight, but Scholomance tempered this knowledge carefully. They would likely not meet again. And if he knew anything about the White Moon, she either wouldn't mention his participation or would have no one to speak to about it.

Such conclusions confirmed a bitterness, but he could do nothing for that now. Scholomance broke into a trot to catch up to the pair, the distant pains of his last magic cast lingering, and hoped that the senshi saw no reason for another magic cast yet. Still, he summoned spinebone whip to hand and held it with a modicum of disgust while he cut through the sidewalk. Perhaps he took too much care in his maneuvering, however - he dashed around the crushed waffle bag and avoided stepping in syrup to keep his renewed boots clean. It felt somewhat asinine due to the presence of unclean bone all over his uniform. He couldn't do much for it now.

"Hurry up," he called to the corrupted senshi. Haüyne only made demand of reporting magics, not murdering their adversaries. They already witnessed the tornado coming out of this one, so what point was there in sticking around? If Haüyne wanted to try this again, then it was in the Negaverse's best interest to keep his involvement as quiet as possible, and stunts like this were as subtle as a chainsaw.

By Jove, Holmes, a Cloo! Whether the grabbing of the hands, or the breaking of conversation, being all up in the Moonie's business did interrupt her cast! Two casts at least, a pretty impressive little tornado, and pretty determined to take care of business. This senshi wasn't yellow bellied, or backed, or any-proverbial-place. "Not to bad, scrappy. You seem like a keeper. "

Definitely one to point out to the high ups for some Solution:Recruitment. Daym, I wish it wasn't above my paygrade. If any senshi like me can. I don't even know if I can make lieutenants out of civvies, but the S.O.V.s are needed for conversion therapy.

Haüyne chortled and set to a cartwheel-then-hustle away. "I'LL BE LOOKIN' FOR YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE, SENSHI!"

"I'M LOOKIN' FOR MORE FUN!"