"What a disappointment."
The Cures and Mochi lifted their heads to find a man tucked away in the branches of a tree. They watched as he jumped down, meeting the ground with a gentle thud.
He removed his top hat, tipping at the waist in a graceful bow. "You can relax. I'm not here to cause any more trouble. You can call me Pierre. It's a pleasure to meet you, Pretty Cure." Pierre curved the corners of his lips into a smile as he then turned to Angel. The second he did, the grimace turned into an eerily elongated crescent. "History repeats itself."
Angel lifted themselves from the ground, taking a few more seconds to mourn the image of Inferno. As soon as they moved their gaze elsewhere, they lunged forward, conjuring up a beam of light towards Pierre.
The tail of the red coat flagged behind Pierre's movements as he dodged the attack. "An eager one, I see," He laughed, adjusting the lapels of his coat. He walked over, picking Inferno's body up by the arm after placing his hat back on his head. "Sadly, I'm not here for a battle--" He stated only to be cut off by yet another beam.
"Let him go!" Angel bitterly reprimanded.
"I would, but like I mentioned before. I have no interest in fighting today. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I have a dinner date with my wife. I'll catch you four later." Pierre lifted a hand as of means by a wave, relaxing his muscles for his smile to be much less hostile. "Ciao!" He snapped his finger, conjuring up a storm of loose dirt that engulfed both himself and Inferno's body just as Angel attempted to lunge at them for another attack.
Instead of hitting the dark magician, their fist wound up hitting a tree. They pressed their hands against their ears, their joints arching and shaking. Their blue eyes pinned themselves at the roots of the tree, their fingers sinking into the light of their hair. The sunshine caught onto their gathering fists that slowly antagonized the very hair upon their head.
Florida, America; December 2022
"It's the most wonderful time of the year!"
The sound of bells jingling and cheerful holiday music played all throughout Ashlynn's library. The walls within held something of a cheerful meaning. Meanwhile, the outside doors brought on a new sign, apologizing for a early closure despite the hours that were posted just next to it.
Ashlynn slid some coins into a vending machine, setting in the number and letter of the snack she wanted. As she waited for the mechanics of the machine to deliver her breakfast for the day, she stole a glance at the hallway that held Angel in their solitude. As the snack dropped with a plop, Ashlynn broke her concentration and picked up the snack. She strolled back to the main library area with tables and chairs set up.
Christmas arts and crafts were neatly stacked into a pile on the tables with accompanying boxes of markers and crayons.
"Something isn't adding up," Avery groaned, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. "Why is a bullet from the seventeen hundreds what puts a man like him, down?" She hummed, soon leaning back in her chair for it to stand on its hind legs. "He's messing with us!" She threw her head back, slapping her hands over her eyes in frustration.
Rina lifted her eyes from the chapter book she read. "It still must be enough for Angel to give that much emotion." She looked past her shoulder, gesturing towards the direction their advisor was resting in.
"Why are you still transformed?" Avery raised a brow.
Rina flinched. "I'm still in my pajamas..." She answered, lowering her shoulders to hide behind her book.
"So what?! I'd like to be in my pajamas right now!" Avery threw her hands into the air, also throwing care off to the wind. "But okay... I'm gonna mention the elephant in the room." She crossed her arms over the table, otherwise slouching forward. She gave a pause, basking in the moment to notice everyone was now looking at her. Even Ashlynn who was once busy unwrapping a pop tart wrapper. "Who is that new guy that stopped by?" She looked towards the kitten who rested upon the tabletop, purring happily. At least up until she asked the question.
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FantasyA Pretty Cure Fanseries "To live is to suffer. To survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." - Fredrick Nietzsche Rina Hirasaki is hurled into the mess of protecting the world she grew to know and love all the while also trying to figure ou...
