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[nottanzanite]

[ There's a very shrill scream coming across the journals! ]

Stop staring! Get away from me! [He's so very uncomfortable.] What is wrong with the rats? Why did it have to be rats.

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[no_use_running]

It shouldn't be a problem to get rid of them, right?

[no_use_running]

[Rats drop like flies. This is mostly because no one ever talks about rats dropping like rats. Mercury keeps to her sword - and a few well-placed stomps of her boot. The heaped bodies start to pile up, raising the question of what to do with them once this is over. But that can be answered then.]

[nottanzanite]

[ A quick fire should solve that problem nicely. Now, most of the little creatures are fleeing. Unlike mice, rats do not flee gracefully and are liable to fight back even when they're fleeing for their lives. Zoisite's taking to some very limited levitation to avoid those nipping teeth while smacking down however many he can.]

[no_use_running]

[This will earn the blasted show-off the enviable jerk Zoisite a quick glare. Not that Mercury's too worried about the nipping rats, but does he have to rub in that he outclasses her? (Of course he does.)]

Can't face them directly?

[nottanzanite]

[ Of course he does, that's what he does best. Well, aside from brutally murdering his fellow officers and actually getting missions done.]

I'd rather not catch whatever diseases these horrendous little beasts have.

[no_use_running]

[She hasn't known Zoisite here without coming to realize he's vain, and she tweaks that vanity now.]

It'd destroy your skin. The plague scars would never go away.

[Be afraid of the rats, Zoisite. Be very afraid.]

[nottanzanite]

[ OH DEAR GOD NO. He's recoiling from the little bastards even further, setting lose some fire.]

[no_use_running]

[Oh, look. It means the rats are dying quicker. Ami's grin widens as she dispatches a few more herself, running a few through with her sword at once.]

[nottanzanite]

[ AND THEN THEY WERE GONE. Zoisite waits a moment before making a lovely, cautious landing.]

Help me take these... things outside. [If the others in the house saw they'd flip out.]

[no_use_running]

[She supposes 'I'm not your servant' won't work here - a, because Zoisite will probably assume that she should be and b, because she did help get rid of the stupid creatures. Fine; helping, it is.]

As you wish!

[Laden with sarcasm, that is. But Ami seems to have no real trouble picking the things up and tossing them aside outdoors like the carrion they are.]