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 Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2017 11:01 am
Quote: Your Christmas cookies turned out great for once! There was no burning or dropping of the batter and now you have dozens of cookies just waiting to be eaten or given out as gifts. However, as you leave the cookies to cool and go about your business, the smell of gingerbread seems to follow you, no matter if you made gingerbread cookies or not. A strange feeling as though someone is watching you takes over and from time to time you swear that you can hear a strange little voice saying the same thing over and over. “You can’t catch me”. The feeling passes after a few hours, but it might be best to avoid gingerbread for the rest of the holiday season…just in case.
So someone was stalking her. Her legs started to quiver, her mouth ran dry, her fingertips fiddled restlessly with her lower lip. Something was out there, she was alone on a Saturday evening, and she couldn't really be sure that Stalker Man wouldn't see her power up.
And she definitely didn't want Ms. Rey on her for that.
"Go away, or I'm gonna scream!" Backing up, Lovi's booted ankles struck a dumpster loud enough that she jumped. Her breath caught, and her hand found her chest as her heart fluttered. Okay, this is getting way too scary. I need to get out of here —
Her thought stopped when she heard the growl. Glancing quickly, she recognized the small figure to be something like a raccoon, but a lot closer to bald and a lot more interested in sinking its teeth into her leg. Oh my god. Really? You're a youma. Don't you recognize me? She waited, breath bated.
It leapt, and she screamed as she shot out of the mouth of the alley. "Someone help!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2017 4:14 pm
Dria heard someone scream in pain, cry out for help, and watched as a blur ran out from an alley in front of her, followed by some kind bald mole thing that smelled like Gingerbread. The thing was unnatural… and if it was unnatural, that meant Negaverse. She ducked into a corner and transformed into Sailor Pasithee. Running out into the street, she struck the creature to distract it, yelling, “Here, creepy thing, com’ere, com’ere. Leave the nice lady alone, now that’s a go- yowwwww!” The thing turned on her and sank its fangs in her arm. “Blasted Youma!” She screeched and the thing against the wall, hurting her arm. It fell, its fangs raking bloody gashes in her arm. She unleashed her attack on the hellish creature: Sailor Scout Attack: Fragrance of the Blue Lotus Pasithee brings her hands together and a Blue Lotus appears in her hands. She gently blows out the mist of the fragrance of the Blue Lotus, enough to make the enemy woozy for 20 seconds. 1 use. Range of 1 person. While the creature was woozy, Pasithee turned to the lady, and asked, “Are you okay? That seems to be a nasty cut? You might want to get it seen to. You better get going before this thing snaps out of it. I have no more magic. So, I’ll have to just pummel it. It would be best if you weren’t here when that happens, so you won’t get hurt anymore.” She smiled at the lady.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2017 6:47 pm
Lovi didn't know much about powered life, especially concerning the senshi, so when one appeared and quickly engaged the youma, she wasn't sure what to think. Instead she stumbled her way to a halt, and on a breathless lark, turned right around to observe the fight from the safety of the alley corner. The youma yelled and fought with the same vicious abandon she leaned to expect, and the girl was just going to town on it. Probably martial arts trained and the like, too. And Ms. Rey expected Lovi to contend with that.
Yeah, right.
She reached a hand down to rub the back of her leg, where a rash reddened around a couple light gashes. Blood spread like petals in her tights but she tried to ignore it. A little pain didn't really mean much when the youma in question was getting smacked into the wall. It sounded a lot more pained than her.
Lovi watched, mystified, as the scout's magic effectively pacified the youma. They can do that? Why can't we? Puzzlement forced Lovi's brows low. How in the —
The girl spoke, and Lovi startled out of her short study. "Oh, um, that's…" She shouldn't watch, and she knew she shouldn't watch, in fact she should probably fight the girl now that she said she had no magic, but… Ugh. Fine, whatever. Time to make good on that secret organization stuff. "Okay. Um, good luck, stay safe, and don't let it bite you!" She gave a short, energetic wave before hobbling off for her own edification.
She paused only when assuredly out of eyeline, and ducked down behind the same kicked dumpster to flash into Lieutenant Chrysoprase. Straightening, she smoothed down her pencil skirt and called to hand a... well. A bagged cat toy. Huffing, she rounded the corner again.
"Heads up, b***h! Let that youma go!" Chrysoprase hucked her bagged toy toward the other girl as hard as she could, confident that it might startle her enough to set the youma free.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2017 7:51 pm
Sailor Pasithee turned around, a bit distracted by the youma hanging from her other arm by its fangs. She sighed. “A Lieutenant too? Just when we were starting to get along so nicely.” She looked at the Lieutenant, in what looked like a WWII Uniform. “If you can get him off my arm, you can have him. He seems rather attached, don’t you think? Well, as long as he doesn’t hurt any more civilians. He smells of gingerbread.” She felt a little woozy and that was probably the blood flowing from both arms. “Seriously, get him off of me, he seems to be draining magic as well, and that could be dangerous to him and you.” Actually, she didn’t know if that was true, but it sounded good, and she was on the verge of delirium any way. She put a hand on the wall to steady herself. With a great deal of strength from absolutely who knows where, she took ahold of the creature and ripped it out of her arm. Dropping it on the ground, she turned away from the Lieutenant. She started wobbling off, blood pouring from her arms. Even if she could escape from this Nega, and could get ahold of Etamin to get her home, how would she explain to the adults in her family? Maybe a vicious dog attack. Claim she didn’t remember when or where it took place, or what the dog looked like that did it. That might work. But first, she had to get away from the Lieutenant.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2017 8:34 pm
What even… The lieutenant stared in blatant shock and consternation as the girl went from trying to sound tough, then to intimidating her, then wrenched the youma off on her own and started staggering away while spewing blood. She left Chrysoprase with literally no way to respond. Was that what blood loss did to people? Did it just turn them crazy like that?
The youma started scampering of its own accord, leaving her alone this time, but she couldn't make heads or tails of the damn senshi. Were they all like that? Just this one? Whatever it was, she felt pretty certain this senshi wasn't all right in the head. At least she didn't have to put up an actual fight about it, though.
Chrysoprase felt a little sick looking at the blood trail, so she didn't bother with a follow. Instead, she stooped to pick up the cat toy that missed her mark and sent it back to wherever it came from. The youma did a number on her would-be opponent, by the look of the blood on the floor, and Chrysoprase figured she could probably put in a good word on the database that the girl died or something. At least that's what she'd expect if the senshi didn't go running off to a hospital first.
"You're super lucky, Mister Youma. Wherever you are." With a sigh, Chrysoprase straightened up. The senshi was probably long gone by now, so she'd take the opportunity to power down behind that dumpster and finish her walk. Strange, though; that gingerbread smell still stuck around…
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