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 Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 5:01 am
Pounding through Destiny City's backstreets, Namaka was practicing. She knew that her strength and speed were enhanced when she powered up and she wanted an excuse to see what, exactly, she was capable of. And once she had a good grasp on that, she could adjust her workout routine at home.
One way or another, she was going to teach herself how to be better. At least as far as defending herself went.
And fortunately for her, there weren't any regular folks out on this side of town. Which greatly lowered her chances of being told what an evil monster she was. And that, in turn, was super great.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 3:11 pm
Sailor Dorado had words for whoever these weird, not-senshi people were. Every time she caught a flash of a fuku, her heart leapt into her chest--and then, when she concentrated, she felt that same, strange feeling that something wasn't right. How or why, she couldn't say, but whenever this feeling came around? Bad things happened. "Oi!" The small senshi didn't hesitate to start chasing after the other, hopping and leaping with the grace of one quite used to moving in her powered form. Sure, she might unfortunately still be a lone wolf when Mags wasn't around, but four years of martial arts training and nightly patrols had gotten her quite comfortable moving around like this.
"Hold on a dang second!" She growled. "You and your ridiculous shoes!"
Like she had room to talk.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2019 8:33 am
Feeling an Order aura bearing down on her even as she heard someone shouting at her, Namaka sighed. So much for training peacefully. But still... ridiculous shoes?
Pausing, Namaka actually glanced down at her footwear and frowned. She'd always liked her sandal/boot things. And from what she could see of the senshi fast approaching, chick had like, zero room to talk. How on earth did she even keep from tripping over what looked like streamers? Sighing again, she considered her options. She could always shrug and dash off.
And risk being followed.
Or she could stand and try to be reasonable with whoever this was.
And risk being beaten for existing.
Oh hell. Neither was a great option. With a pained expression, Namaka crossed her arms over her chest and waited.
"Look, whatever your problem is, can we get this over with quickly? I was trying to train before I had to go do a couple papers for school."
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