Sorry, but things have already advanced too far for me, and I've got a little more on my plate IRL. My apologies.
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"Hmmm... I agree with Isana, as painful as it is to admit," Carrie commented. "We should all go in pair, as often as possible, and keep our cell phones handy. That way, if something nasty does show up, we can meet and take care of it, just like this time."
She thought for a second, sitting back in the oversized chair. "As for how you all can keep track of me, what with the teleporting and all... perhaps some of us could requisition one of those ankle-tracker thingies? I mean, I can keep it in my purse, so I don't look like a parolee."
"This keeps getting worse and worse, doesn't it?"
She thought for a second, sitting back in the oversized chair. "As for how you all can keep track of me, what with the teleporting and all... perhaps some of us could requisition one of those ankle-tracker thingies? I mean, I can keep it in my purse, so I don't look like a parolee."
"This keeps getting worse and worse, doesn't it?"
Would a disguised non-human character, like the ghost of a witch, be acceptable?
Free tomorrow, will post then.
Still here, will have something up Friday.
Carrie teleported into the old lair, and immediately regretted her decision. Any interior decorator worth the name would have whipped up a bleach and cyanide cocktail at the sight. "Ugh. We really need to redo this place. Seriously, I need to keep my eyes closed or I'm gonna go blind."
"If we don't know where the monsters are coming from, then we need to cover ground quickly. Our bait needs to be someone whose abilities make them mobile, but able to fight as well." A disturbing thought came to the blonde as she realized what she said. "Oh, fuck. I just volunteered myself, didn't I?"
"If we don't know where the monsters are coming from, then we need to cover ground quickly. Our bait needs to be someone whose abilities make them mobile, but able to fight as well." A disturbing thought came to the blonde as she realized what she said. "Oh, fuck. I just volunteered myself, didn't I?"
What's the lair actually look like?
Ugh, the fourth estate. Somebody should just tell them to leave us the hell alone. Back in the good old days, the media's electronic equipment had a nasty habit of overloading or shorting out around Carrie. Not that she'd ever owned up to it. Twenty years down the road, her attitude towards reporters hadn't improved a bit. In fact, it seemed to have gotten worse with age.
"Listen, right now we're confused, scared out of our wits, and generally trying to figure out what the hell is going on. No warning signs whatsoever, and this was too coordinated to be an isolated incident. As to whether it's Dollmaster or something else..." she shrugged. "No clue. Now, let us get back to doing what we do, okay?"
"Listen, right now we're confused, scared out of our wits, and generally trying to figure out what the hell is going on. No warning signs whatsoever, and this was too coordinated to be an isolated incident. As to whether it's Dollmaster or something else..." she shrugged. "No clue. Now, let us get back to doing what we do, okay?"
It seemed the water monster had been dealt with, and not a moment too soon. Other monsters of all shapes and sizes were attacking the girls, but at least they had the numerical advantage now. Carrie wiped her brow, feeling a little tired. Maybe she was out of practice, or perhaps years of reality had beaten the Friendship out of her, but she wasn't able to keep up the magic the way she had all those years ago. Still, she wasn't about to go down without a fight; that just wasn't her style.
The electrified magical girl looked around for her next target. The furniture monsters were made of wood, and therefore probably resistant to her attacks. The air monster seemed to be a better option, so she went for that just as Lily's attack hit hard. A blast of lightning slammed into the creature from the other side, hopefully speeding up its demise. "Could somebody get Goldenrod some duct tape for her mouth? She could really use it."
The electrified magical girl looked around for her next target. The furniture monsters were made of wood, and therefore probably resistant to her attacks. The air monster seemed to be a better option, so she went for that just as Lily's attack hit hard. A blast of lightning slammed into the creature from the other side, hopefully speeding up its demise. "Could somebody get Goldenrod some duct tape for her mouth? She could really use it."
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