[h3][color=a187be]Eileen Fang AKA Justice Violet[/color] and [color=f49ac2]Judge Cinnamon[/color][/h3]
[b]7:32PM on the road[/b]

[hider=Some mood music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIyRXvHmXxo[/youtube][/hider]

[color=f49ac2]"Hah!"[/color] Cinnamon cried out.

[color=a187be]"Wh-what's wrong?"[/color] Eileen asked, continuing to drive in a hunched over posture, like an old woman.

Cinnamon was sweating bullets. How had his senses been so off? [color=f49ac2]"This is bad!"[/color] he projected telepathically to all the girls, [color=f49ac2]"Th-there's at least one monster for EACH of you! Abort rendezvous! Your top priority right now is survival! Fend off the one that is currently attacking you and report!"[/color] Cinnamon was shaking. Something of this magnitude had happened only once. Right before the final showdown with Dollmaster, Dollmaster had resurrected all past defeated monsters for one final blitz. Justice Heart was able to fend them off, but that was when they were at their peak. Cinnamon wasn't even sure if Justice Heart, old and rusty as they were now, could even handle one monster without taking a few casualties.

[color=a187be]"Wh-what?!"[/color] Eileen asked, unconsciously swerving from Cinnamon's announcement, eliciting a loud, annoyed honk from behind. The offended car changed lanes and zoomed past Eileen's car, but not before the driver rolled down his window, flipped her off, and shouted, "Crazy Asian woman drivers!"

[color=a187be]"Uuh...uuuuuuuugghhh..."[/color] Eileen slumped into her seat and slowed down some more, sobbing.

[color=f49ac2]"N-now's not the time for that!"[/color] Cinnamon said, [color=f49ac2]"There are two heading right for us![/color] [i]Two?[/i] Cinnamon looked out the window and saw Justice SolarFlare's car driving beside them. That made sense then. [color=f49ac2]"Quick! You two should get out and transform!"[/color] Cinnamon announced telepathically only to Eileen and Fiona, but as the creatures began to catch up, Fiona started accelerating. Taking her cue, Eileen followed suit. [color=f49ac2]"Wh-what are you doing!?"[/color] Cinnamon demanded, frantically attempting to buckle up his tiny plush body into the passenger seat. He missed the days when he traveled everywhere either being carried around in the bosom of one of the girls, or riding in one of their totebags. He had never gotten the hang of riding in these flimsy, tin suicide machines known as 'cars'.

[color=a187be]"I-I'm j-just following..."[/color] Eileen squeezed out. As a timid driver, she had never driven this fast before. But due to her nature, she was usually perceptive when others gave her non-verbal cues, as her need to please others had become a sort of second nature.

What happened next was a blur, and before she knew it, Eileen was leaving a fireball of a wreck behind her, while rolling down the window to let her comrade and mother of two inside the car. Cinnamon was unable to escape as Fiona sat right into him, crushing him against the back of the passenger seat.

[color=a187be]"G-good evening...oh what a day, what a l-lovely day..."[/color] Eileen replied, her brain and tongue confused from all the excitement. [color=a187be]"Oh, uh...y-you're sitting on the Judge..."[/color] Eileen pointed out.

Communicating telepathically, since all his mouth could achieve at this moment were muffled mumbles, Cinnamon said, [color=f49ac2]"That collision won't have killed it, and it has a friend. You girls should probably get out and transform."[/color]