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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2025 11:40 pm
Industria recognized that it was safer for her to patrol with Cryptomelane, it was true. They needed to look after each other for various reasons. But, in truth...well, she sort of wanted to surprise him by making up for her failure to secure a starseed when they were ambushed by Helene and Kaifeng; it seemed simply logical to her that since she had lost one, she ought to take another, just to prove that she could keep it.
She had been more careful in her choosing this time. It wasn't any particular moral obligation, but there was something just a little bit delightful about dropping off of a rooftop into an alley and putting her hand into a mugger's chest as he threatened a hapless victim. She heard footsteps scrambling away as she withdrew her hand, and his body--so large and intimidating, and yet helpless in the face of a petite girl with real power--collapsed to the ground with a heavy thump.
The little gem glowed. They all did, certainly. But it fascinated her every time she laid eyes on one; again, she couldn't help herself but to hold it up and examine the facets and how they refracted the streetlight that illuminated this particular awful little alleyway.
Truly, what a lovely thing to contain a life.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2025 10:56 am
Logan really wasn't supposed to go out on his own like this. It was fine to wander the city during the day; at night, however, everything got quite a bit more dangerous for a Mauvian. As long as he avoided getting into a fight, he'd probably be okay. Unfortunately for Logan, his impulse control was non-existent, especially when faced with the injustice of murder. He should've known better than to jump down and attack one of those Corrupted Senshis, but knowing better did not equal doing better. He wanted to help, to be a hero, to do a good job, and it didn't quite matter to him that he was a small cat with only a laser to help him. He had been wandering the roofs of buildings over the course of the night, just enjoying the air turning frigid and keeping an eye out for trouble, a Senshi that might need awakening, but the kind of trouble he stumbled across wasn't the kind he should've been jumping into. The moment he saw the Corrupted Senshi with a starseed in her hand and a man on the ground, unconscious, he dove down with a yowl, intending to land on her head in a whirlwind of claws and teeth and fur and hopefully get her to drop the starseed in an attempt to get him off her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2025 11:56 am
Of all the things Industria had expected to interrupt her, yowling and claws was not on the list. She did, in fact, stagger when the weight of a--cat?? It sounded like a cat??? It felt like cat claws?? Landed on the back of her head, and her prize did indeed fall from her hands, rolling a little down the alley.
Its bright light at least meant she could still see it, but she would have to be careful not to step on it--and maybe she'd want to wipe it off, considering that who even knew what it had rolled in. Gross.
First and foremost, though--she put a hand behind her, groping to get a good grip on the creature's scuff--definitely a cat, and she was loathe to be rough with some poor startled animal, but she had to get it off her before its nasty little claws and teeth did more damage, so she started tugging it by the scruff to get it out of her hair.
What she would do next was up in the air, but she'd figure it out. She was a magical girl. She could handle a cat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2025 12:24 pm
Logan dug his claws in as she grasped his scruff—which was really just so rude to do to an adult cat, thank you very much!—but his claws didn't grasp clothes or skin as she began to pull him off, only hair, and while there was certainly an abundance of it, it didn't exactly mean his grip did anything to keep him on her head rather than pulled off it in the most humiliating way. The starseed had, at least, skittered down the alleyway, which meant the corrupt senshi manhandling him didn't have it in her grip anymore. There was a chance he could save the man's life. "Return that starseed right now," he said in a low growl once she had him facing her, paws and tail curled up to help protect his exposed belly. "Or you won't like what happens next." He wondered if his laser would blind her by shooting it in her face at such short range. He was reluctant to use it immediately, but if it came down to it, he would.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2025 12:41 pm
Even before the cat talked, Industria saw the little star on its forehead and sighed.
Well, that made more sense. A Mauvian attacking her out of a misplaced sense of justice and desire to protect a man he probably perceived as "innocent," as compared to a vile Senshi of the Negaverse.
"And if I don't want to?" She asked. She wasn't going to be aggressive and shake him or anything, but this was a sapient Mauvian, not just some poor cat following its instincts and attacking a frightening stranger, so that did change the calculus a little.
She glanced around the alley. Spotted a partially full dumpster. Had a little idea.
"Because I think you are the one who won't like what happens next."
She hurled him at the dumpster, aiming for the relatively soft-looking trash bags inside it rather than the hard lid (she wasn't trying to do too much damage!) and then ran for the starseed. Her plan, then, was to scoop it up, run for the rooftops, and get out of there before he could get out of the dumpster.
Mostly foolproof, she was pretty sure.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2025 12:47 pm
Logan hissed when she spoke again. He did not like her, not one bit. He prepared to shoot his laser, but then she threw him, and he was pretty sure his shot went wild—not that he saw where it went at all, because he had his eyes shut to protect them from the nasty trash bag that exploded a little when he landed on it. His claws scrabbling for purchase didn't help and he yowled in disgust as nasty trashy juices soaked his fur. By the time he wrested himself free of the bags and hobbled out of the dumpster, limping and soaked and stinky, the senshi he'd tried to fight was gone, and the man still unconscious in the alley. He suspected the civilian wouldn't merely be unconscious for long, though. Logan had failed.
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