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 Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2022 6:35 pm
So maybe she was going to take it to heart, what she had been told by the Dark Mirror Senshi. Don’t just…punch people. It did make sense, but she hated it. She was angry, and wanted to punch people. Wanted them to hurt. Wanted…
Tortali scoffed. Wanted them to hurt like she hurt. She supposed.
She didn’t want to admit that she was hurting though. That was weakness and it would never do to appear weak but…
The idea that she wasn’t good enough was still bothering her. Chipping away at her thoughts almost constantly. And yet again, she refused to tell Anella…she didn’t want to worry her. Didn’t want to upset her….but the idea of another drunken confession was far too easy to entertain…
Rubbing her tired eyes, Tortali was thinking about just going home for the night, giving this patrol up for a bad job and just…taking another break. It would be better for her mental health, most likely and…
And the flicker of a chaos aura came into her sensing range, causing her to stiffen slightly and when her eyes landed on the same black and white cat again, rage filled her. Rage and anger and hurt.
“You b***h. I hope that your important things were well worth it, because you’ve made an enemy of me, and I’m not unhappy to tell you.”
She wanted to kick her. Throttle her. Throw her off a bridge. “Heavier Grudge!”
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2022 7:15 pm
Soyala was feeling quite pleased with herself. Her encounter with the pretty, angry Senshi had gone very, very well, in her opinion--maybe she had sowed some doubts, and maybe she had a new target for corruption. She would have to learn more, if she could; ask around, see if anyone could identify her, if they knew about a previous attempt to corrupt her--perhaps that had simply been the battle, where so many were taken, and she had not been swept up at that time. If so, what a loss. She seemed as if she could be valuable for Chaos.
She wriggled, a little, pleased with herself for her discovery, and was planning to find someone to give her a ride to Romano's so she could bring herself back to Negaspace, but there was someone calling out to her, and she spun, and--ah.
The very Senshi she had been thinking of. In a towering rage. Soyala hissed, puffing up in her best threat display, and began to back away, snarls bubbling from her lips.
She knew the strage clouds had to be magic, but there was no way for her to get out of the way quickly enough--and as they surrounded her, she felt a billowing sense of anger and resentment. At this Senshi, and her rejection of Soyala's offer, and the way she dared to pretend as if coming to Chaos wasn't a gift--a blessing--freedom, the best thing that could ever happen to someone. A loud hiss escaped her, and she launched herself forward, going to claw at the Senshi's legs.
"How dare you. How dare you attack me--you arrogant, wasteful brat!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2022 7:24 pm
Arrogant…wasteful. Again Tortali saw red and before she could think, she picked the cat up under her armpits, glaring daggers. “What the ******** hell are you on about? You’re the one who attacked me, after I offered you everything. How can you think I wouldn’t want to get back at you for that? How can you think that I’ll let you walk away from here in one piece? You’re completely tainted by chaos, and it’s disgusting. You are disgusting!”
Her voice was growing shriller, more angry, and tears began to p***k in the corners of her eyes, fueled by the overwhelming rage that flowed through her.
“I’m so…so glad that I wasn’t chosen. I can do, will do so much better where I am. I’m too good for all of you anway. For ******** chaos. Like hell will you ever get me, and I swear this, right now, I’ll ******** bring as many people as I can out of that poisonous shithole. You’re all so ******** up and broken, you don’t even realize it. I feel so sorry for you.”
Tortali squashed down the other things she wanted to say. The demands as to why she hadn’t been chosen. What it was that made her inferior, and instead, she shook the cat in her arms, hoping that this would produce some sort of an answer.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2022 9:12 pm
Soyala hissed, flailing her claws forward as she was picked up. The indignity! The disrespect! The absolute gratuitous absurdity-- She kicked her back paws and flailed with her front ones, in an effort to free herself from this awful situation.
"Put me down!" She yowled, as loudly as she could. This was an absolute nightmare. She was a cat of dignity, and grace, and refinement--and she was being manhandled by some Senshi who couldn't even see the benefits of Chaos. How terrible, and malignant, and vile, and--and every word for "Bad" that Soyala could think of. All of them. at once. Right then.
"You demanded that I leave my post, that I give up on the Senshi that need me, that I throw myself away to become one of those useless White Moon guardians who abandon their charges into this war--I would never! I cannot! I will not!" She shook her head, and hissed. "And if you wish to reject the gifts that Chaos offers, then fine, but you're a fool for it. And you don't deserve it anyway. Whoever rejected you was right to do it!"
The shaking rattled her, and she yowled again, at the top of her lungs, the sound of an animal in pain. Maybe that would attract some attention--draw some eyes, or at least startle this Senshi into dropping her. That way, she could once again make her escape, and nurse her wounded body and ego in peace.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2022 9:15 pm
Tortali hissed. “If you hate the White Moon guardians so much, then ******** do better than they are. Help your stupid brainwashed charges leave.” She was practically shouting into the cat’s face, and finally, disgusted, flung the creature as far away from her as she could.
“I’m ******** glad I was strong enough that it didn’t take me. I would have been miserable with a b***h like you looking out for me. I bet your charges will all die by the end of the year. If they’re not, I’ll ******** be the one to make sure that they are.”
The words were hurled like daggers, and Tortali fled.
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