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Prompt 8 (Marshmallow Snow): Fresh-fallen snow coats Destiny City. It’s pristine and crisp, and it crunches as you walk through it. It may be a few inches deep, but it doesn’t seem to go above your calves when walking. At first, it’s easy enough to walk through, but gradually you realize that it’s getting harder to move. Every step you take feels like the snow is pulling you back in, and if you get a good look you might realize that sticky white fluff is clinging to you. The more you walk, the more it pulls, until you’re almost completely stuck. Something about the snow smells oddly sweet, and the tacky, marshmallow-like snow seems like it’s suddenly become a prison. The more you try to break free, the stickier it gets, and you’d better hope you don’t fall down. The more you struggle the harder it is to escape, but if you manage to stay still for a few minutes, the marshmallow will freeze and crystallize. When you move again, the snow will turn into a powdery dust and you can break free easily. The only good thing about this is that you won’t starve if you get trapped–the snow tastes just like marshmallows.




Being in out in the cold while powered wasn't bad when you had pants, this was something Gault was thankful for as a senshi. He's heard some things about skirts and panties combined with drafts…That did not sound like a good time. As he walked, a sweet smell seemed to catch his nose, body already doing a full 360 to walk in the direction of the scent. Hopefully it would lead to something tasty and sweet, like a gingerbread house.

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She was told that she needed to release the anger. Let go of the disgust and hatred building in her. Who told her this? Honestly it was a bartender of one of the clubs she regularly went to hunting. Apparently her simmering irritability was so palpable that it was not only keeping her typical prey away from her it was even cutting into her wallet… aka she was paying for more of her own drinks then she normally would! This was a massive no-no for her! Not only was it hurting her bottom line but it was also making her quota harder and harder to hit. So she took the bartender’s advice and tried to take deep, calming breaths. Breath in… breath out… breath in… breath out…

“Why the ******** am I smelling sugar?” Strength gripped out loud, completely distracted from her personal task of getting her attitude under control. It was a sweet, sugary, sticky smell that she couldn’t put her finger on. Something that made her teeth ache just thinking about it. The scent alone was making her gain weight. Luckily the cold was making her walk faster so soon she would be out of the reach of the sickly, candy smell… or she would have if there wasn’t an aura that caught her attention.

With a rather evil grin the Captain changed her path so she would meet up with the senshi aura she was picking up, her nose wrinkling slightly as the sugar smell got steadily stronger.

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Gault was not aware of the chaos signature heading his way having finally found the source of the smell. Oh yay! Sweet-smelling snow! The small senshi grabbed a small scoopful of snow, throwing it in the air and sticking out his tongue to catch a couple of the flurries that came down. Once he caught one on his tongue, he licked his lips at the sweetness that greeted him. “Ohh yummy~” he grabbed a handful, taking chomps and savoring the flavor. He was a third of the way into another handful when he finally felt the chaos signature coming towards him. In his panic, the senshi flailed and tried to make a run for it so he could have the advantage, only to find that his movement was being reduced.

“Oh no….”

He kept trying only to finally be stuck about five feet from where he originally was. Taking a huge gulp of air, he readied himself, hoping he would be able to scrape by after this.

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There. The little s**t was there! She spotted a young man in green playing around in some snow. It couldn’t be more than a few inches but he seemed to just be playing around. Was he unconcerned? Did he not realize that at best his a** was going to be sleeping in the snow and at worst… she was going to walk away with a shiny trinket? Strengite didn’t know what was worse, being ignored or treated as if she was not a danger.

“Well, well, well…” She strode into the area, ignoring the snow that didn’t really crunch under her feet. “What do we have here? A baby senshi all ripe for the picking.” Strengite pulled out her daggers and grinned, “Come on kid. Give me a reason…. Oh wait! I don’t need one!” The Captain surged forward… slowly. Slowly???? She got close to the senshi, just within striking distance, but it was like slogging through mud. Worse actually since at least the mud would let her go. This was so much worse.

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Gault blinked.

Well….At least this one was nice to look at?

The charm was lost on him though the moment she called him a baby senshi and kid. Teal eye twitching, the small senshi sneered and snapped his fingers, using his power. He was so sick of people calling him kid, little, baby, and everything that suggested he was not in fact, a twenty-two year old man. Since she was within striking distance, he tried to move just that little bit more so he could punch her in the stomach. He didn't like to hit females but the negaverse has proven time and again that he should really just start following the equal opportunity path.

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Sailor Scout Attack: Crying Shame:
For this attack, Gault pulls up one hand and snaps his fingers, causing a foul stench to roll in the area that brings tears to his target's eyes. If the chosen target begins to rub their eyes, this causes a painful burning sensation that makes the tears worse. The fumes only have a radius of ten feet and can affect up to three people. This attack has a duration of 30 seconds.


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Strengite wrinkled her nose as soon as the smell hit her, quickly blinking away the tears that started well in her eyes. “Gross… Did you just s**t yourself?” She kind of gagged as she quickly, as fast as she could considering her current predicament with the snow, and threw one of her daggers at the kid who was trying to punch her. “God! That smell is horrid! Pretty sure something crawled up your a** and died.” She was pretty sure it was a magical stench but still… What in the ever-loving hell?

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Gault couldn't help himself, he laughed so hard he had to grab his gut. That was the first time someone asked if he s**t himself when releasing his power. The laugh was short lived when one of the daggers thrown landed itself in his shoulder. “OW!” Well that wasn't fun at all….The senshi pulled the dagger out of his shoulder and threw it right back at it's owner, gritting his teeth as he tried to relax so the snow would release him. He was not about to die at the hands of a crazy negaverse b***h. Eventually, the snow released his feet and he hopped out, flipping the bird at the agent that was still stuck. “I hope some eternal or royal finds your dumb a** and beats it!” With a salute, he took off as fast as he could. Another trip to the hospital, another bill his parents would have to wonder about.

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Strengite’s frown at the laughter quickly morphed into a pleased grin when her dagger struck true, maybe in the preferred spot but hey, first blood was first blood. She didn’t even drop the grin when the kid threw her dagger back at her, still covered in his blood. Instead she just ducked out of the way, planning on recalling it when it was more surprising. Like maybe when grappling. A vicious surprise. She still had her second dagger right now anyway. Unfortunately her future plans went out the window when the damn senshi decided to just up and run away. He was well outside of her range by the time she was able to get to where he had been glued down by the snow. “Get back here you little s**t!” She yelled back at him, frustrated and angry that her target had run off into the night. There wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it either since the snow held her in place like cement.

He was well gone by the time she had calmed down enough to remember something very… VERY important. She was a bloody captain…. She could teleport. “********!” Strengite kept forgetting that little useful skill, after not having it for so many years it wasn’t the first thing she thought of. After taking a deep breath, and recalling her first dagger, she teleported away, still hoping to find some whitemoon to beat into the ground, leaving that sticky hell behind her. That shitty kid was definitely going on a list somewhere…. If only on her own ‘stupid a**’es’ list.

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