allergictoloveletters: (EEEEEEEKK!)
Ami Mizuno ☿ Sailor Mercury ([personal profile] allergictoloveletters) wrote in [community profile] estoria 2016-01-26 09:31 am (UTC)

OTA

[PHASE I]

[Someone please be so kind as to kill her? Just... put her out of her misery. She had been dragged here by Usagi despite her deep, deep hatred with carnivals and circuses for a bevvy of reasons, most of them attached to Dead Moon Circus, safety regulations, and the constant mistreatment of animals.

Now she could add "stealing her clothing" to the list. After being shoved into the blue number, they hadn't given her back her clothes.

Because of course they hadn't. So now, she was trying to hide behind a tent and was torn between turning into Mercury, if only to get into something sensible, or trying to get someone to go buy her clothing. She swallowed, red in the face as she pushed up her glasses and peeked out when someone came by.
]

E-Excuse me.


[PHASE IV]

[She knew. She just knew she'd have to transform into Mercury at some point. Because this was a carnival, and carnivals were evil. And who didn't hear that disgusting statement earlier before the whole thing started about the rickety gates. So, having gotten away from anyone's sight, she transformed and then did what she could to neutralize the threat.

She didn't want to kill the alien elephants, seeing as it wasn't their fault that CERES and this carnival were rude and didn't believe in the safety of anyone.

Mercury had sent ice to surround its giant feet, freezing the creature in place... for now. She grabbed the hand of the person next to her who had been visiting the alien elephants as well.
]

That ice won't hold! We have to move, now!

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