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There were times when Nefer just hated his job. No, not just his job. His life.

This was one of them.

He'd been going out, intending to buy a new tie for his suit. Something in purple, perhaps? Most of his clothing was in various shades of blues.

So, he'd just been minding his own business, when he walked into what would have been a scene of carnage, if it had more blood. There, all over the department store, the collapsed forms of men, young and old sprawled.

Being a reporter, he did the only logical thing.

He hit the local equivalent of 911 AND texted his station. 'Massacre, Department store.' then he added the address.

"What the hell just happened here?" he demanded, checking on the collapsed men. They were breathing, thank goodness. Their hearts were still beating.

He was just starting to relax, when he felt a hand slip under his shirt to grope his chest.

"Hm. you're a pretty one, aren't you?" purred a voice in his ear.

Nefer grabbed the hand, dragged it out of his shirt, and threw himself away from the fucked up pervert. What kind of freak gropes a man in public anyway? Much less a goddamn crime scene!

...Apparently the freak in question was a youma, who gave him a laviscious look, taking him in, from head to toe. Not that it was any less creepy that the creature was female.

"Such beauty! You must truly be the prince that I was sent to find! Come, Prince of the Earth, My Dark Mistress awaits you!"

Nefer felt defiled just by being under that look, and once more, he cursed the universe silently, as he ran for cover. He was nowhere near strong enough to fight one of those!

Nefer was built similarly to those elves depicted in the gods blasted Lord of the Bling movie that had been playing a year ago. A lithe body built for agility, well muscled enough to draw eyes, but not brawny, with long, pale gold hair, and blue eyes offset by golden skin inherited from his Egyptian mother.

That... could be part of why he'd been promoted to being a reporter on a major news network (because the audience was mentally molesting him) but he preferred to believe it was just because of his work.

Nefer took his work very seriously.

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Unfortunately, today, the universe decided to screw him over. Rather than arriving to cover the mysterious massacre of men in the department store, the news van he'd called instead came… Paramedics, police and all...

And ended up seeing not merely the collapsed men, but a running, traumatized Nefer, shirt ripped and torn from the youma's infernal claws as it chased him.

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...This.

It was epic.

The cameramen started recording.

Nefer swore more viciously.

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... And then Sailor Horus showed up. Silhouetted by the moon, 'she' struck an impressive image, posture ominous, yet heroic.

"In the Name of The Moon!" that deep voice boomed, barely restrained by the disguise pen's magic. "I will punish you!"

It should be noted that Nefer was a psyker.

It should also be noted the disguise pen had NO effect whatsoever on his senses.

Thus, he saw EVERYTHING.

"Oh goddamnit." Nefer cursed even as he was tackled by the youma. "Only in Japan, ladies and gentlemen." he muttered, under his breath. "Only in Japan are we being saved by a giant bald transvestite." He choked down hysterical laughter. "With lipstick. Oh my eyes, I need to gouge out my eyes."

No, Nefer was not looking forward to having this recorded.

Job be damned. He wasn't paid enough for this!

Fortunately for prime time television, he was quickly gagged by the youma. Otherwise, there would have been a mature rating on this newsclip. From his swearing.

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Nefer made a remarkably pretty 'damsel in distress', even with his clothes torn, and slightly bloody and bruises showing on his golden flesh.

The Producer approved.

Nefer cursed the gods viciously.

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The cameras were still rolling. The youma boggled at SailorHorus, "You... Unclean! I CANNOT UNSEE!"

Then SailorHorus pummeled it to death, leaving a disintegrating corpse behind and went over to untie its 'hostage'.

Nefer gasped for air once the gag was removed, still mentally traumatized.

"..I'd say thanks but..." he managed. "I think I need brain bleach."

Horus looked offended.

Nefer passed out.

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The newsclip rolled with Horus carrying the passed out Nefer to the stretchers of the paramedics in a manner similar to Dracula carrying his 'brides' away.

The clip went global.

Then the net went wild.

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