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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:15 pm
Lenka pouted and seemed upset that the rind didn’t come back to her like it was supposed to, why didn’t it always work like it should? Was she just not strong enough or something? Stupid rind!
She listened to his stupid bully talk then shook her head. “You wanted me to help you hurt that poor old man you had! You were already hurting him! You’re the biggest bully I’ve ever met, and I’m not gonna let you keep bullying! It’s not fair for the ones that you hurt, do you know why? Because they get hurt! And people don’t like to get hurt, you big mean farty face!”
She had resorted to insults now, and was trembling with anger. Why did he have to be so mean? He must be the worst bad guy in the whole city! Well, one of these days, Lenka would be able to stop him, she knew it. She was a strong super hero…and he was just a bully.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:31 pm
She stood on her four paws, listening to both sides. It was always intriguing to listen to how an agent of Chaos justified their actions. Indeed, the child had attacked first, but if he was not the bully as he said he wasn't, then he might have easily been able to walk away. Other agents of chaos had been able to do that before, refusing to take up arms against children. It was those that were truly consumed by the chaos that tended to ignore that unwritten rule of avoiding fights with children. Lenka also brought to the light that Remarque had wanted help harming an elderly man.
Of course, the manner in which she brought such to light was not the most mature way of stating it. However, it did get the point across.
"You know... if you want to prove you are not this 'bully' that Sailor Lenka is painting you out to be, then all you have to do is walk away. I think they phrased it as something like 'turn the other cheek' or something like that..." ********* was not all that well versed with the Bible. ********* green eyes glanced back to Lenka's brown ones, as if she was trying to reassure the child that she was not scolding her at all. She was trying to make a point to the boy, not to the girl.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:56 pm
Remarque scoffed—at both of them. “First of all, Lenka, I didn’t ask for your help hurting him. I was moving him. So he wasn’t lying there in plain sight. Second of all, *********, preach to your little friend over there. I’m not going to let her start a fight and just walk away. That’s cowardice.”
…And would no doubt go to her head if he just gave up, which would then just cause her to go afterother agents of Chaos which would ultimately result in her being dead. So someone had to set her on the right track, and if it was him—and if this stupid little girl and her little cat friend thought he was a bully for it—so be it.
“Besides. I’d hate to make a liar out of Lenka, wouldn’t you? It’s bad morals to make promises you can’t keep, little girl.” His tone turned a shade darker and he seemed a bit more serious. “ If you think you can stop me, then stop running your mouth and try.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 2:08 pm
Lenka seemed angry and stormed over to Remarque, trying to hit him with her fist. Or at least she could pick up her fallen rind and get ready to throw it again. “You big bully, I’m gonna beat you up, do you hear me! I don’t like you and nobody likes you! You shouldn’t be able to exist! I’ll blow you up with marshmallows and turn you into bacon!”
She had no idea what she was saying, but she knew that maybe if she kept saying it he would get scared and run away. Getting turned into bacon wasn’t ever fun if you were a piggy, and blowing up like a marshmallow would be bad too.
“So give up already! Make it easy on yourself. Rawrrrrr!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 8:35 am
"It's not called 'cowardice.' It's called 'being a better person.'" Despite the tone the boy took with her, the manx's tone remained just as friendly and approachable as before.
Casually, she commented "The way you are both acting right now reminds me of a few of my girls..." She shook her head a bit. There was too much pride and too much drive to cause injury. The bullheadedness of both the boy and the girl would only be met with patience from the cat.
However, if things got too strained, she might jump into the situation.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 11:43 am
Remarque, to say the least, was not impressed with Lenka or *********. He did not like being compared to a girl, nor having his opinions challenged, nor being threatened and insulted by a child (no matter how comical it sometimes was). He was not afraid of Lenka’s Boomarind attack, it had already proved to be non-lethal and a nuisance at best. She was only doing a mistake by getting closer to him.
His senshi attack might have been ranged, but he was always sort of an in-your-face sort of fighter. When Lenka was close enough, he reached down, curling his fingers around the front of her uniform, and lifted her up with ease. ********* polite chastisements had done little for him—he wasn’t concerned with looking like a better person in front of agents of Order who already were against agents of Chaos like himself. “You’re going to have to try a little harder, little girl,” he said, voice holding a bit of warning. He tossed her—quite effortlessly—through the air.
He could have aimed for anything—the jungle gym, the swing set, the ground—instead, he’d tossed her into a bush only a slight few feet away.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 11:49 am
One moment she was on the ground, hitting the mean old mean man, the next she was up in the air, kicking her feet in protest. The next moment, she was flying through the air, then face down in a bush.
Well. How rude! She stayed down on the bush for a minute, trying to catch her breath, then sat up, lip trembling. He was just…so mean! So very, very mean! He was making her look like a fool in front of ********* now ********* wouldn’t like her anymore, and Camelot wouldn’t like her, and nobody would think she was a hero…
A tear slid down the child’s cheek and she gave a sniffle, trying to wipe it away. “Y-You’re just a big, stupid bully! No wonder you don’t have any friends!”
She looked to ********* and her lip trembled once again. “I’m sorry I’m such a failure, *********>
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:13 pm
Remarque was pulling punches.
This was a fact, though it wasn't mentioned aloud, since it wasn't appropriate at the moment. ********* had been around for a while and had seen all sorts of fighting styles. His grab-and-throw tactic with Lenka did not show him putting his all forward. A fact which did not bode well for the child. He also offered the child a bit of a mercy in throwing her towards a softer landing.
Not hesitating in the slightest, the manx ran towards where the chibi senshi ended up. Tears and negative words greeted her, to which the cat looked a bit stunned, but then shook it off.
"Oh goodness... I fail to see how you are a failure, Lenka. If being knocked down one time meant you were a failure, then I am pretty sure every individual in this huge fight, including Remarque over there would be considered a failure. And trust me when I say, I know a girl who has been knocked down many, many, many more times than you, and she is never a failure in my eyes. It's because she doesn't stay down and keeps getting back up."
The cat backed up slightly before then making a request in a quiet voice. "If you could do me a favor... I'd like to see your henshin pen for a moment."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 8:12 pm
This made Lenka’s crying cease for a good moment, but then she just looked at the cat, bursting into sobs. This was it. She was going to lose her right to be a senshi because she made ********* see that she really was a failure. What would her mom say? Worst of all…what would her daddy say? She wanted to be a hero so badly for him…to make him proud of her…
The child trembled, then held out her henshin pen to *********, wiping her nose on her glove and whimpering. “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to be a sailor Senshi, ********* you tell Pomona I’m sorry too? She’ll miss me…we…we’re on a team now…Team Yum Yum…I was gonna protect her…”
Maybe she could change the guardian’s mind about revoking her powers! Maybe…maybe she could get ********* to forgive her if she talked about the good things she had done!
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 8:33 pm
When the pen was offered and the child began to act like she was getting reprimanded, the feline couldn't help but chuckle lightly. If this were some sort of punishment, it would have been the most lighthearted punishment.
"I don't think you'll need to be apologizing to anybody, Lenka. If I could offer you any advice in regards to what I observed this evening, it is to not jump to conclusions. Sometimes... you might be pleasantly surprised."
She winked to the child before she set her paw upon the pen itself. Nothing happened immediately, but then the guardian closed her eyes and began to concentrate. The henshin pen began to glow faintly, but as time passed just a bit slower than usual, it began to glow brighter and brighter until it was nearly glowing a hot-white. If one could even see past the glowing, the individual would notice the shape of the pen was changing too.
Eventually, the feline's eyes would crack open again, and the glowing of the object ceased. What was left under her paw was something that looked new. The pen seemed fancier somehow, yet familiar.
"...try saying 'Lenka Asteroid Power, Make-Up!'"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 8:48 pm
The child blinked, giving one last hiccup. This…this wasn’t what she was expecting at all…She again wiped her face, then reached down, taking the newly changed henshin pen, holding it carefully.
“So…you’re not kicking me out of being a senshi…?” She shook her head, then held the pen tighter, holding it up. “Lenka Asteroid Power, Make-up!”
She didn’t feel silly saying it, though she did think that it had too many words now…Asteroid just seemed out of place! Though, as soon as the words finished being spoken, the all familiar lights and sparkles surrounded the chibi senshi, warming her and drying all of her tears.
When the light show ended, she stood there and looked down at herself.
Wow! She looked so different! Her outfit! She had stockings! She…She had a huge giant bow!
“Wow *********! What did you do? I’m still a super hero! I feel…” She felt stronger, kind of like how Ixion had felt when they had fought that youma together…but…her outfit was so much cooler than his!
The new super senshi looked to Remarque, grinning. “Haha! I’m stronger than you now! I really can beat you!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 8:56 pm
This was a rather unexpected twist of fate, and Remarque found himself blinking at the suddenly transformed super. Her power might have increased, but apparently so did her ego.
“Oh, now,” he said, lip curling into a half-assed sneer at the girl as he looked her over. “You think some fancy light show and a change of wardrobe means anything to me? Get over yourself,” he said, waving his hand indifferently in her direction.
He was curious, of course—somewhat entranced by what he’d just witnessed, but unwilling to put too much thought into it. She looked vastly different—and certainly did seem a fair bit stronger—but she was still just a little girl, and therefore probably not any more of a threat than she had been a moment ago.
Probably.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:43 pm
The cat didn't settle herself into place as the child henshined up yet again. No, she remained standing, watching the brief light show. Her eyes did manage to stray for a moment to look at the Dark Mirror Senshi, who seemed angered by this turn of events.
Once the child had finished, the feline mentioned one fact. "Once a senshi, always a senshi." There was no way to get out of what destiny had determined. There were ways to avoid it, but the starseed in the girl's chest would always be that of a senshi.
The manx padded forward slightly, managing to catch an earful of what Remarque was saying. "Oh goodness... that'd be silly if that was all that was for!" With a slight giggle, she then told Super Lenka what to do.
"Call out 'Lenka Binding Boomarind!'"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 11:24 am
Binding boomarind. Well, that didn’t sound too difficult. The child cleared her throat, holding up her watermelon rind. She had felt a great surge of happiness when ********* told her that she would always be a senshi, and she shouted out the words. “Lenka Binding Boomarind!” She threw the rind as hard as she could at that mean Remarque, and was pleased when it hit him right in the middle.
The newly upgraded super senshi jumped up and down for a minute, then her eyes widened as the rind wrapped around the Dark Mirror senshi, binding his arms to his side. She laughed. “Haha! Now you’re stuck! Oh *********! This is so cool! Thank you so much!”
Her first thought was to run over to Remarque…and that’s just what she did. She ran over, and shoved him with all of the strength she could muster, just wanting him to fall over for once in his mean, bully life.
It would be so worth it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 3:59 pm
The watermelon coiled around Remarque so quickly that he didn’t have the slightest chance to react; he had just begun to try and break the bonds that gripped him when the little girl charged at him. Without his arms to balance himself, he had to rely solely on footwork to keep himself upright.
Which would have worked if the wooden perimeter of the sandbox hadn’t been there.
With a little “Oof,” he collapsed backwards. The sand softened his blow, but his ego was still slightly bruised. “You little brat,” he seethed, already straining to push himself back up and wring her little neck. It was hard to get himself up with his hands pinned to his side and he resigned himself to an awkward sort of flop as he tried to fling himself towards the child, all the while struggling against the fruity prison.
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