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The line for Santa is miles long and doesn’t seem to be moving. At the front, it appears there isn’t enough help to keep everything running smoothly. Suddenly you are tapped on the shoulder and turn around to find a woman dressed as an elf looking at you with panic in her eyes. “There you are! Where have you been? Why aren’t you dressed? Hurry up! We need more hands up there!” It appears she has mistaken you for one of the missing elves. Do you go along with it? Set her straight?
Who? What? Oh. So it was THAT.
Louis’s mental sourness rose as he was forced to stop in his stride mid aisle. The mall was jam packed this year, last minute shoppers, people coming in to grab things for sales, and general mall rats (like himself) crowed the already sickeningly overly decorated pathways. If Louis hadn’t known better, he would have said it was the perfect place to unleash a youma and do a star seed harvest on the throngs of unsuspecting people that were so quick to gather and crowd in the shopping area. But, he wasn’t stupid. With this many people, the chances of senshi of knights being amongst the populace were high, and while such a plan might work, it also could drastically backfire, given how persistent the senshi and knights could be when playing at hero. Plus his own fellow officers could be in the crowds.
And killing you co-workers, even by accident, seemed to be in particularly bad form. Even if they would do well to just transform and run off. (It wouldn’t be an issue he thought, if he planned for such. But alas, he was just the lowest rank of an officer. They’d not trust him with a youma, much less with the authority to carry out any drastic plans.) Such was the fate of Louis, lowly Lieutenant of the negaverse who was stuck in an overly crowded shopping mall with no where to go because some fat old man not thirty feet away was allowing children on strangers to sit on his lap and demand certain toys from him.
Santa was so over rated. Why parents thought it something worth doing and giving money for, he didn’t know. In fact he had no memories of sitting on anyone’s lap from his childhood and look at him, he turned out-
Okay maybe he didn’t turn out fine but he did turn out fairly decent, murdering innocent civilians for energy and star seeds aside. That was work, nothing personal after all.
Roused from his thoughts by a sharp tug on his coat, Louis looked at the culprit, expecting some vagabond child demanding he move so they might get closer to the fat man who was pretending to be a mythical magic elf controlling slaver that crafted toys through the year. But no it was a woman. A woman dressed like an elf. Who had mistaken him for someone else.
“I am not here for-“
“Stop your complaining and get into costume!” She was insistant and Louis was utterly apathetic to the cacophony that was the rush of the mall in holiday season. He was very much done with this.
It didn’t take too long of the woman’s demands to grow increasingly annoyed until finally Louis snapped. Reaching out, he grabbed the woman’s hat and chucked it into the ******** off and leave me the hell alone.” He snapped, glaring at her before forcing his way through the crowd.
He spared one look at the fat man.
God he hated the holidays.
