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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:02 pm
Pomona was becoming an expert on weird youmas. She had found a gecko youma, a licorice youma, a printer youma, and two toilet youmas. So when she saw what looked like an angry blue Furby hopping down the sidewalk, she really wasn’t surprised. Instead she walked up to it, sighed when it tried to tackle her – really, it just bumped into her leg, maybe left a bruise – and picked it up.
“ Boo u-tye!” It said in protest.
“ Yeah, ‘boo’ to you too.”
Pomona took the fuzzy, evil child’s toy and sat on a bench, ignoring its unhappy clicks, whirs, and the gibberish it spouted. When she finally held it up for inspection, it shot a laser at her out of its forehead, which she quickly managed to duck.
“ Bad youma.” She scolded, flipping it upside down and getting a satisfactory “Dah boh-bay!” for her efforts.
“ You know, I don’t get it. A Furby youma? What good is that? I kinda got the toilet youma – they could attack whoever’s in them – and maybe can understand a printer youma, but a Furby? What are you supposed to do?”
The Furby tried to hop away, but Pomona just grabbed it, sat it in her lap, and pet it.
“ I mean, you’re kinda weak, so you, what, steal candy from kids? Try to take over the world by driving all parents to insanity by making their kids cry?”
No, it really didn’t make sense, and she honestly didn’t expect it to. She just liked to talk, and since the youma wasn’t trying to kill her – or, rather, was highly unlikely to succeed in killing her – she figured she could use it as a captive audience for her musings.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:21 pm
Endymion wasn't all for children's toys. He had a hard enough time getting Chibimoon a gift during Christmas (what little luck that turned out to be due to her sudden growth spurt) and was very much tramatized by the experienced. The Furby was just as confusing to him than any other talking, animal-mutant attempting some poor attempt at cute. Cute these days were just creepy to him.
As strange as the Furby was, a senshi who was talking to one and petting it like a cat was even more peculiar. If she was willing to pet a creature of darkness, then there was high hopes she would at least talk to him.
Seeming to appear out of nowhere, the slender, uniformed figure of the prince appeared on a nearby street lamp not to far from the senshi, and he made sure his voice was smooth, not raspy, and then created a aura of regal class as he poised himself in a straight, standing position, letting his cape create a nice billowing affect. Cities had a lot of wind, and he loved it.
"Even a small thorn can p***k. Don't let size make you drop your guard." His voice was crisp, clear, and rather damn sexy if Phenakite thought so himself. No matter the conditions, he always had been great at perfect diction.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 10:36 pm
Some guy dressed like a prince or something, complete with gently blowing cape, had appeared on top a light post, automatically triggering Pomona’s main defense mechanism in the face of magical ********: her mouth.
“ What is this, Shakespeare in the park? Who talks like that anymore?”
Pomona's furry little friend didn’t seem very impressed with Romeo’s appearance either, firing a laser at him too. Not missing a beat, Pomona flipped it upside-down again while considering the situation. Some not-good dude with a flowery vocabulary had shown up, given her what would normally be considered friendly advice, and was attacked by a youma.
… the hell was going on?
“ Ooo-kay, I’m officially confused. Why haven’t you tried to, oh, I don’t know, attack me yet, and why did the youma attack you?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 8:01 pm
Endy was holding up his cape and now inspecting a still smoking hole in the black and rose red fabric. The youma just burned his cape. The youma just burned HIS cape!
An eye twitched as he glared back at the fuzzy little creature. "Here's a question back. Why haven't you crunched that thing under your sole instead of just petting it?" He looked back up to her.
It's just a cape. It will come back, good as new, when you power up again.
The youma still had it coming. He knew damn well what it used to be, but sometimes youmas weren't worth it.
Tossing his cape back and TRYING to ignore the hole in it, he stepped down and started to walk her way, the lamplight highlighting his detailed uniform. "Most youma consider me a traitor, I suppose, just as their side tends to think of their Prince. Marrying Serenity seems to still make them bitter to this very day." Which he understood. There was reasons why it should have never happened. Having the youma hate him was just a price to pay when he looked like Endymion.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:44 pm
“ Could be I’m avenging past encounters and low self-esteem by forcefully restraining a youma weaker then myself. Or I could just like it.” She said in that innocent tone of voice that screamed ‘ Me? Why yes, I’m perfectly sane and serious.’ “ It’s cute for a youma.”
Her real reason for not killing it was a little of both, plus now she was hesitant to kill it because it had fired a laser at the prince-man. Wasn’t there some saying about befriending the enemies of her enemies? Or maybe she was supposed to keep them close. This way she had all her bases covered. Besides, with her holding the youma in her lap, making it face towards prince-man and away from her, she figured she wasn’t in any immediate danger.
Except maybe danger of confusion. Prince-man started talking about Endymion and traitors and Serenity, and Pomona was starting to think she’d fallen into the Twilight Zone and hadn’t noticed.
“ Wait, wait, wait. You’re Endymion? Chibimoon’s father?” Pomona squinted at him, her expression saying that she didn’t quite believe him. " You look younger then I expected. More Chaos-y too."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:54 pm
"Cute?" He looked at the youma as if trying to figure what feature could be considered cute, and was left questioning the tastes and mental state of the current youth today. It was not cute, and it was more ugly with a touch of creepy. It looked like a deformed owl that should have been killed by it's mother to ensure that it didn't breed. Whoever was at that design meeting to create such a toy was probably doped out of his mind.
When she finally seemed to get with the program, he smiled. "Chibimoon is my daughter, yes. She's very dear to me. I just don't get to see her as often as I like. I don't know who you got your history lesson from, but I did marry young. Serenity was younger than I was." He said, smiling as he recalled the dainty figure that had married the prince.
"Do you know my daughter?" He asked, glancing at how the Furby youma was pointed and taking a sidestep before walking closer. He didn't want a laser to the vitals.
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