Author’s Note: No, this has absolutely nothing to do with the Extracurricular Activities one-shot I wrote a bit back.Beyond the fact that it takes our sinister, intimidating villains and gives them precisely zero respect. I just seem to enjoy that.
Cinder Fall looked on the image of the Queen chess piece flickering on the console, and smirked. The program had been completed in record time, and she had more than enough time to escape the building before Ironwood arrived. It wasn’t that she wasn’t certain of her ability to defeat him if she needed to, of course… but it was a little too soon for that.
This wasn’t the time for the war to start. First, they needed to get just the right tools… and spread just the right amount of terror.
She stepped up from the console, preparing to move for the window and make her escape, when the elevator dinged. Cursing under her breath, she slipped behind a nearby wall, wondering if Ironwood had arrived sooner than Mercury and Emerald had predicted. Or another group of guards, even that absurd redheaded war machine, perhaps? She was certain she could defeat anyone that Beacon or Atlas had to offer, but she wasn’t entirely certain she could defeat all they had to offer. If she was delayed too long, things could become very problematic. She would have to hope that whoever it was, they would not search carefully, giving her time to reach a window or an air duct before they called for…
“Um… hello?” a painfully young voice called. “Is anyone there? If you are… come out.”
Advantages to being a Precure:
- Cute outfit
- cute hair
- incredible magical abilities. You want to drop a clover bomb from space? Go for it. You want eyebeams? You’ve got it? Want to magically bodyslam someone? It’s all yours.
- amazing physical abilities. Want to run like the wind? You’ve got it. Want to be able to lift huge chunks of earth? Sure. Want to be able to endure any kind of hit? All yours.
- free friends
- won’t die probably