kanade ❤ minamino (
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savetheearth2014-04-05 01:43 am
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[closed] GO STEP ON A LEGO
Who: Harper Sutherland (
duette) & Raye Satterfield (
guitar_case_vagabond)
When: Saturday, April 5th
Where: A public pool.
What: ATTACK OF THE TAMAGOTCHI MONSTER.
Warnings: Exploding pixel poop.
[ Not many people thought to go swimming at this time of year, still. Which meant that rates were low and space was abundant at one of the public indoor pools that stood just shy of Starling-Chandler. Harper was never any good at sports, but that didn't mean she was allergic to exercise — not with how much sugar and calories she's exposed to everyday. (What, she's not going to feed people cupcakes she doesn't taste herself.) The solution? Swimming! Being a Saturday, there's a few more people than she's used to, but it's still an uneventful trip through the locker/changing area.
When she makes her way out to the pool, she places a small tote of belongings (brush, towel, her Cure Module...) on one of the chairs. Unfortunately for her, that's about as far as she gets. Someone in the locker room screams, and it echoes through the enclosed space.
Harper deflates. She didn't even get to dip her toes in! ]
Oh — what... now?
[ From the entrance to the pool, a family skitters out, with children who look... actually pretty enthralled. After them? An oversized Tamagotchi waddles out. Harper stares at it. It stares back, with its beady little eyes. The other patrons are also frozen, watching the silent exchange. ]
Umm.
[ And right in front of her, probably out of spite, it proceeds to dump a fresh heap of square, gray pixel poop onto the pool's deck. ]
Um.
[ Just like that, it starts to waddle off, depositing more as it goes. ]
You're kidding, right? You... hey, hold on just a second!
[ She did not sign up for this. ]
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When: Saturday, April 5th
Where: A public pool.
What: ATTACK OF THE TAMAGOTCHI MONSTER.
Warnings: Exploding pixel poop.
[ Not many people thought to go swimming at this time of year, still. Which meant that rates were low and space was abundant at one of the public indoor pools that stood just shy of Starling-Chandler. Harper was never any good at sports, but that didn't mean she was allergic to exercise — not with how much sugar and calories she's exposed to everyday. (What, she's not going to feed people cupcakes she doesn't taste herself.) The solution? Swimming! Being a Saturday, there's a few more people than she's used to, but it's still an uneventful trip through the locker/changing area.
When she makes her way out to the pool, she places a small tote of belongings (brush, towel, her Cure Module...) on one of the chairs. Unfortunately for her, that's about as far as she gets. Someone in the locker room screams, and it echoes through the enclosed space.
Harper deflates. She didn't even get to dip her toes in! ]
Oh — what... now?
[ From the entrance to the pool, a family skitters out, with children who look... actually pretty enthralled. After them? An oversized Tamagotchi waddles out. Harper stares at it. It stares back, with its beady little eyes. The other patrons are also frozen, watching the silent exchange. ]
Umm.
[ And right in front of her, probably out of spite, it proceeds to dump a fresh heap of square, gray pixel poop onto the pool's deck. ]
Um.
[ Just like that, it starts to waddle off, depositing more as it goes. ]
You're kidding, right? You... hey, hold on just a second!
[ She did not sign up for this. ]
1/2
Unfortunately, that's not the only illusion to shatter. There really was something wrong with Senketsu, she sees it the instant he goes out like a light. Her kneejerk "Watch out!" is just a moment too late as the monster takes advantage of the lull in their power. Rhythm takes in a sharp gasp on instinct as Raye collides with the concrete, disarmed.
For a brief moment she may not be entirely aware of, she's afraid.
Now, it was just a matter of the monster, it was a matter of making sure someone didn't die in the process. Raye was already hurt, and somewhere, she feels that is also unacceptable. Precure were supposed to protect people, and Harper Sutherland is rarely afraid.
That meant Cure Rhythm wasn't going to get that luxury either. ]
Unforgivable. You're not going to get away with that...