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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2023 6:14 am
As far as Christmas presents went, Gabi Esparza felt like “being saved from some kind of snake monster (which was called a youma, apparently) by a talking cat and a very pretty man whose shirt barely counted as a shirt for how much of his chest it left exposed, then escorted to a magic mirror” ranked pretty high on the list of “things she hadn’t expected but absolutely loved receiving.” Definitely better than another gift card, right?
She hadn’t done much as a Dark Mirror senshi yet, but she figured that was probably fair. Tantalus had found her just before Christmas, and nothing about Christmas went small, politely, or quietly with Gabi’s family. Now that the holiday was over though—and especially since the spring semester at school hadn’t formally started yet—Gabi was trying to make more time to power up and go out as Lete. Always proved to be a good time when she did. Sooner or later, trouble would probably get involved—seemed inevitable, considering the magical powers business of it all—but thankfully, nothing had come for Lete just yet.
Even the tools of the trade were adorable. Between the henshin pen and the Mirrorwraiths she could summon now, Lete didn’t know what was cuter. Out in a park for tonight, lurking behind some bushes and a tall, stone monument to some dead white guy who’d founded Destiny City or been its first mayor or something like that, Lete watched her wraith flitting around amidst all the civilians. None of them seemed to notice a thing—benefits of going out at night when your tool looked like a being made of shadow—not even when Lete’s wraith zipped through their chests and, as she understood, borrowed some of their energy without asking or any intention of returning it.
Maybe they would’ve noticed if her wraith repeated the process on any single person more than once, but Lete had told it not to do that. Even if they were just civilians, she was still so new to this “being a Dark Mirror senshi” thing and had no idea how well she could protect herself against people noticing that she was doing something magical. After a few minutes, her wraith flitted back to her, looking full and happy, less like a shadow and more like an amalgamation of shattered glass shards, the way these guys always did when they got done draining people.
Lete giggled. “Such a good job,” she told the wraith, smiling even though she……didn’t know if Mirrorwraiths particularly understood what smiling meant. “Thanks for all your hard work tonight, babe.”
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 9:03 pm
Of all the things in the world that Angelica hated, Dark Mirror Senshi were at the top of the list…not for a good reason either. Simply for the reason of a stupid broken heart but…when she found a lone Dark Mirror Senshi, a rather attractive girl, of course, who was up to no good. Of course, she did try to keep her calm…but…god damn it was hard.
And so she came up behind the girl as quietly as she could and took a handful of hair, yanking her backwards.
“And…just what do you think you’re doing? You realize that by doing that, you’re completely giving me license to erase you from existence, don’t you?” Her voice was a low whisper so that the civilians that she had been utterly terrorizing wouldn't hear the commotion.
Honestly, Angelica wasn’t sure that she could erase someone from existence but…right now…she thought she might like to try…
It could be fun, after all…and if anyone deserved it…The Dark Mirror Court did.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 10:02 am
One moment, everything was fine. Everything was cool. Lete had her wraith going back into the mirrorshard and got to bask in feeling Very Accomplished like a lizard in warm sunshine. Only dimly did she recognize the presence of another aura closing in on her—one that distinctly did not feel like either Tantalus’s or the handful of youma auras she’d felt around town so far, but rather felt glaringly bright and mildly annoying—and she didn’t really figure that it had anything to do with her.
The next moment, though, Lete yelped as someone took her by the hair and yanked, hard. Hitting the ground, Lete whimpered. She felt sorely tempted to ask what the ******** the other person’s problem was—but looking up at the girl who now loomed above her, Lete mostly just wound up pouting. An outfit not entirely unlike Lete’s own, except that this chick wore white and lacked the pretty, gauzy overlays that Lete’s fuku and Tantalus’s had? An aura that felt like staring into a megawatt fluorescent light? Ugh, one of those White Moon senshi Lete had heard about.
“Who died and made you the judge, jury, and executioner here, girlie?” Lete huffed, dragging herself up to sitting and glaring at the other senshi. Shame about her garbage attitude, because maybe her outfit wasn’t great? But she had a cute face and it looked like she had A+ curves underneath that fuku. Truly, treating people like crap could ruin even the hottest of cute girls. “I think I’m doing my job, okay? Nobody got hurt from it or anything!”
As far as Lete knew, that was true. Human life-force energy perpetually renewed itself, or so she’d been told. As long as nobody literally died from having a wraith come at them, they’d be fine with a nap and some coffee.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 10:31 am
“Nobody got hurt or anything~” Angelica mocked, her face twisting into an ugly sneer as she looked down on the Dark Mirror Senshi.
“Everyone who comes into contact with you twisted freaks gets hurt.” She was still hurting from the stupid broken heart, and honestly. “One day, I’m going to extinguish every single one of you. Smash every mirror that I can find. I’m going to be your worst nightmare, and I think…I think I’ll simply start with exterminating you. Seems easy enough.”
For a moment, she simply gathered the energy of her magic into her hand and then threw the three cones right at the girl’s face. “Spruce Smoke Surprise!”amorremanet Angelia says the name of her attack and produces a three energy spruce cones. She throws this handful of cones at an opponent and when the cones come in contact with something, they explode into a light green smoke, which smells very strongly of Spruce. The attack is nothing more than an overwhelming smell of spruce, but it is nevertheless distracting. If the spruce cones hit a target, they will cause a small bit of pain upon exploding, akin to being struck with a golf ball. The smoke dissipates in thirty seconds and the attack can be used three times per battle.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2023 12:59 pm
Lete grimaced up at This a*****e who’d decided to swoop in out of nowhere and—what the ********??? Was even going on??? What was this girl’s ******** problem???
“I’m the one on the <******** floor here, b***h,” she pointed out, voice yelping very much without her consent or any intention on her part. Ugh, gross. It made her sound weak. Stupid. Maybe for someone with a conscience, that might have made a difference, but obviously, the b***h who’d fallen out of an after-Christmas sale didn’t have one. Still, Lete wanted to show defiance, even if her voice didn’t want to play nicely: “Of the two of us, which one is talking like a ******** supervillain and which one very politely borrowed some energy and left the people she borrowed from alive!”
And then, Lete didn’t have room to say anything.
Because three little paintball pellets or something flew into her with sharp little impacts, and smoke filled up her vision, burning in her mouth and throat, no matter how hard she tried to cough it back out again. If she could get enough of a breath……maybe she could turn this back against the b***h somehow. Her magic—give the b***h a taste of her own medicine, see how she liked having such a terrible smell all up in her face and how she liked having it burn her throat to cinders. Except—
“Sensory,” Lete managed to gasp out. But another heavy round of coughing seized her. She raised her hand regardless and tried again, “Sensory—!!”
It wasn’t any use. Lete never finished the phrase to summon her attack. Instead, she doubled over, coughing and hacking like a sick cat who’d spent its entire pathetic life belonging to a chronic chain-smoker, desperately trying to get a breath that didn’t feel like <******** yikes.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2023 2:04 pm
“I’m absolutely not a supervillain, I’m the hero here, and you should know that. I’m Sailor Angelica, Senshi of Spruce, and you should know me. You should fear me.” She felt so smug to see the girl doubling over, felt so smug to be holding this power.
“I hate you Dark Mirror Senshi with a passion and i’m letting you know, just for fun, that my goal is to destroy all of you. Kill you all if I can. So, maybe you’ll be the first that I actually manage to kill. Oh, but leaving you alive so you can let Sappho know that I’m out and working on all of this would also be good…tell me, would you rather die or just have some broken limbs?”
The question was asked brightly and she grinned tilting her head and waiting for a reply.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2023 7:53 pm
“Who the ******** is SAPPHO!!” Immediately after spitting that out, Lete powerfully regretted it. Looking up to glare at the Christmas b***h got smoke all up in Lete’s eyes. Made them water—a state of affairs helped exactly not at all by her inhaling more smoke. ********, it burned in her throat, in her lungs.
And the b***h dressed like a sad reject Christmas elf stood over Lete, calling herself a hero while monologuing like a straight-up Bond Villain. What the ******** did they teach these Order senshi? Lete hadn’t even been doing this for very long, and she was gonna die? Or get her limbs broken? All so she could go tell someone she didn’t know—the only Sappho who Lete could think of was <******** dead and had been for literal millennia—that some Christmas a*****e named Angelica wanted to hunt down Mirror senshi and kill them all?
But there was another aura coming closer—about as strong as Angelica’s, but with the same cool, safe feeling that Tantalus’s aura had had—and that felt good. Please get here fast, Lete thought out in the direction of that aura, like she could manifest them getting here by thinking about it extra hard.
Still coughing and hacking, eyes watering so much she could barely see, Lete glared up at Angelica. “Me resbala,” she snapped in Spanish: I don’t care. A moment’s pause to spit on Angelica’s (admittedly cute) little stompy boots, and Lete added, “Singue se, ******** yourself, classless b***h.
The other Dark Mirror aura was getting close. And this b***h wouldn’t even know what hit her.Another night, another patrol, another round of Reiki trying his damn best to do two things in particular: 1. be the version of himself who would make his family proud and live up to the Reiki who Ojiisan knew that he could be; and 2. find. Faustite. already. Or, ********, one of his cute sluts would’ve sufficed quite nicely. As a general rule, Reiki did not often turn away cute sluts, and right now, he definitely wouldn’t do so, as long as the cute slut in question was Albite, Heliodor, Miss Jada, or the skinny b***h in the space-buns who’d looked like he’d wanted to snap Reiki’s neck in order to assert his dominance as King of the Femboys or whatever.
Any of them could have taken his little box of apology cupcakes back to Faustite, and maybe Reiki would have jotted off a note real quick so the message wouldn’t get completely lost: Sorry for triggering you with my magic AGAIN back in November, but in fairness, you were being a jackass to Tama and I didn’t want you to kill us. Still sorry, but I would 100% make the same choice if you tried it again. Wouldn’t enjoy it, but you get what I mean.
(Realistically, he didn’t know that Faustite would get what he meant. But he also didn’t think he understood anything about Faustite; they were simply at an impasse of failing to understand each other until the next time they actually managed to talk.)
So far, no Faustite. A couple of people rescued from a few different youma, which always felt good to do, but no irascible, violent-tempered gremlin made at least partially out of fire and none of his cute sluts, either. Made Reiki pout, constantly sneaking around after this or that Negaverse aura only for it to be someone he didn’t recognize, maybe an a** in need of kicking but maybe just someone who happened to be Negaverse and decided not to power down before going into Starbucks. (Given Destiny City, Reiki couldn’t say he blamed them, really. A strange person in weird clothes wandering in during the late shift barely registered as a Tuesday in Destiny City unless Hell followed with them or something.)
The feeling of two distinctly non-Negaverse auras got his attention, though. Getting up on the roof was no trouble; Reiki had come out of the mirror hidden atop that building before. One of the auras had the distinct feel of another Mirror senshi, while the other felt like Order, second-stage level like Reiki himself. Amsvartnir, maybe? Or Lysithea? Perhaps a wild Izanami? The list of White Moon super senshi and second-stage Knights who Reiki knew……really was not very long, so maybe he’d just meet someone new instead?
………Or someone old who’d gotten her White Moon Super Mushroom and scored a new outfit in the deal. The smell like discarded Christmas trees gave the b***h away, same as her trash-garbage attitude.
And as if that weren’t enough, Reiki glided out of the mirror in time to hear Angelica tell the ickle firstie Dark Mirror on the ground, “…maybe you’ll be the first that I actually manage to kill.”
Oh, as he crept closer to the girls, Reiki said a silent prayer of thanks for how much Angelica seemed to be feeling herself right now, and how much quieter cardboard bakery boxes were than plastic containers. The senshi on the ground bit out her insults—Reiki didn’t recognize them offhand, but he could identify the pronunciation and cadence as Spanish, and even absent a literal translation, the Mirror senshi’s tone came through crystal clear—then he rushed in.
“Hey, Angie!” He called out to her. “How about you pick on somebody your own size!”
Okay, yes, he was taller than her. Maybe heavier? Maybe about the same? Ugh, better not to think about it in either direction or he’d start obsessing. But the point was: Reiki and Angelica were both super senshi now; the girl on the ground was just starting out.
And even though he’d meant for somebody to eat these cupcakes, all oversized and calorie-laden as they were, Reiki lobbed one of the red velvet ones with the cream cheese frosting at Angelica’s head. Not quite as righteous as queer rights activists hitting Anita Bryant in the face with a pie, but Angelica was talking about ******** killing people.
Reiki could not allow that to happen.
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