NPF Avatars: A story of Seals, Tears, and Betrayal

[mauve]

"I hate you, whoever-you-are," Mauve said flatly. "Know that when I find you, I shall take it upon myself to steal your still-beating heart from your ribcage, perform brutal acts of vengeance upon it and then shove it down your throat until it comes out your--GYAHDSFSF!!" That last bit was the noise a mage-turned-thief makes when she's suddenly attacked by a Sailor Moon uniform. Much cursing and gunhots followed.

A few moments later, a very unhappy Sailor Mauve grabbed the cat ear communicator.

"You will die a horrible death," she declared. "And..." Mauve paused as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a shiny metal machine. It seemed that the sailor suit had modified itself to fit Mauve's coloring and body style. It was also pink now. "Oh yes. You will die."

Mauve did have something going for her, though. The fact that she was no longer a mage meant that she couldn't become a magical girl. And the fact that she was being fueled by pure, murderous hate and rage made it quite difficult for the love-powered suit to function. So sooner or later, the theif getup would come back.

She forced down her blind rage for a moment.

"I must admit that I'm now very motivated to open this door and meet you face to face." She adjusted the giant gun. There was no way she was going to stay like this for a long period of time. One way or another, the sailor fuku would have to go. She patted the PSG lovingly. "So how do I get this portal thing to work?"