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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:48 pm
Zia was torn. She had lost a considerable amount of muscle tone since she sort of 'gave up' and couldn't make jumps like she used to or run the distances she did once. Which made comfort food runs like this one awkward fights with herself.
Well, she was still going to eat the double chocolate cookie peanut butter crumble pint of ice cream she just purchased, but she was going to feel guilty about it.
But even then all that came of that was a small 'hm' as she casually maneuvered a disposable spoon around the cup and made her uninterested walk home.
As long as no one saw her shameful pigging out maybe she'd put off getting back in shape another day.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 11:05 pm
Sometimes the city seemed kind of quiet, only in that it was not getting mauled at that moment by youma. Any spare moment that seemed quiet enough was not necessarily a moment to relax. Usually it was spent seeking out any of her girls to assist with some sort of training.
It was tricky for a cat to work with a senshi on training, but the manx did what she could whenever she could.
At the moment, many of her girls were busy, many going to school, and a couple were at work as well. Which left ********* with a legitimate quiet moment!
She had been wandering down the sidewalk, and soon enough she saw a familiar shade of lilac hair. There was also a very distinct scent of delicious in the air coming from said familiar shade of lilac hair. Seeming to perk up immediately, the little feline practically skipped to girl's ankles and rather easily seemed to find her place rubbing up against them.
********* had no shame.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:44 pm
[Zia stopped her slow stride at the sudden round ball of fur rubbing against her ankles and glanced down wit ha tired smile.
"Hey, ********* seen her around, but hadn't spoken with the manx one on one in a while. She remembered spilling her guts to her in the Surrounding, but that was a year ago. Picking up where they left off seemed like grasping at straws.
Or it would've if she wasn't obviously buttering her up for her snack.
"I'm not sharing," She announced, turning her nose up and plugging her mouth with a fully loaded spoon as if to say 'end of conversation'.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 8:02 pm
Despite getting called out for her obvious attempts at getting a snack, the feline purred rather easily against the girl's ankles. A green eye peered about to make sure she was okay for talking, and soon enough offered a greeting and an observation.
"Hello Zia... did you have a rough day? That smells like the 'I am spoiling myself' kind of food up there, sweetie!" The feline offered a small giggle before rubbing her cheek up against the girl's ankle in an affectionate manner.
She eventually rounded out a bit and almost waddled out so that her green eyes could peer up to the girl's darker ones. "Do you want to talk?" She tilted her head and smiled genuinely to the sorta-catgirl, sorta-not-catgirl.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 8:20 pm
Zia shrugged one shoulder and leaned against a nearby lamp post. "Not really, I guess. I mean, it wasn't bad, just normalcy these days." The crippling normalcy. Though, things were a little different when hauling your body out of bed was a chore you had someone to bicker about whose turn it was with. But she also didn't want to talk about that with *********, especially since their last conversation, however long ago it was, was also about how much everything sucked.
"What are you doing these days?" She asked, hoping to take the topic away from what little she was doing. "Still looking for your girls? I still don't think I've met the ones you've got."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 6:06 am
It was hard to tell if ********* was taking the reassurance seriously or not. She just had a pleasant expression and an ever attentive eye upon her companion.
The subject change was an obvious one, and the little cat seemed willing to move to onto such a ********* subject. "Oh no... I found them all. All eight of them... though... truth be told... two were kinda defective. But that's okay! They are all still my girls!" The feline pinched her eyes shut for a moment and purred in a proud manner, seeming truly content. She eventually opened her eyes though and gave a bit more of an explanation.
"I mostly spend my time running back and forth to keep tabs on them. Train when it is necessary, give pep talks when required... stuff like that. They don't exactly all live in the same neighborhood, so I am kept pretty busy!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 11:30 am
Eight. That sounded like a respectable court. Zia nodded sagely to cover up the fact she was mind numbingly jealous of ********* position with her full court just barely beginning where hers had already formed, fought, and ended.
The defective talked worried her a bit, though, because her mind went instantly to corruption and not the thing ********* was talking about.
"Oh! No! Are they okay? When the go... 'defective'? Can it be helped?" She was slowly edging towards genuine panic here.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 9:12 pm
The cat blinked.
That was an odd question to her. To her, there was only one way to be a "defective girl," and that was by not being a girl.
In an uncertain manner, the feline attempted to answer the questions, her head slowly tilting to one side, as if silently asking "Am I answering this right?"
"I would like to think both Victoria and Parthenope are okay... I mean... I don't think it can be helped much unless... you know... I forced them to both get sex changes. I don't think either one of them would approve of changing their boy parts to girl parts just to appease a feline... you know?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 4:32 pm
Zia stared at ********* for a long moment, wondering if she was missing something and it totally wasn't that obvious before Zirconia mentally assured her no, it was totally that obvious.
Zia suddenly slapped a hand over her face, accidentally splattering some ice cream from the spoon it was holding into her hair.
"Yes, that does seem a bit drastic," She said eventually, when she could muster up the ability to speak without overt sarcasm. "Though I don't know why you'd say they're 'defective'. From what I've seen, boy senshi are pretty common in this world.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 5:22 pm
The cat mewled slightly at the sudden spatter of ice cream, gradually lifting her paws into the air so she was sitting upright on her haunches only. She stretched a paw towards the lilac haired girl, as if trying to reach the ice cream she couldn't reach.
"I am quite aware that male senshi are common enough... but... it still bothers me... before I even met my girls... I knew their names and I knew they were my girls... true enough I had never met them until I met them... but... I was pretty sure..."
Her voice seemed to drift off and soon enough her paws went back to the ground. One only briefly paused there before lifting up and seeming to almost comically scratch at her head with a single claw in a thoughtful manner. Even though the manx loved all of her Senshi, it still seemed to be a concern to her.
Eventually she seemed to resume a more relaxed demeanor and set her paw down. She smiled up to her companion and reassured "I apologize if I concerned you with my phrasing... but I promise... nothing is actually wrong with Parthenope or Victoria."
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 5:49 pm
"Female senshi do seem more... correct. Far as I recall, all of the senshi where Zirconia is from are female," Zia mused and went back to mining cookie chunks from her ice cream, oblivious to the melted drops in her hair. Or just plain ignoring them. Who cares.
"I'm glad you found them all, though."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:40 pm
A certain kitty still wanted to share the ice cream treat. So rather politely, she asked "...would it be possible for you to give me a lift for a bit. It'd be easier to have a conversation if I were on your shoulder or something, Zia." There was something in the girl's hair that might have been the closest ********* would get to a snack.
The manx, regardless of the results of her inquiry, continued back into the conversation. "So, we have talked a lot about me... but what about you, Missy? How have things been going for you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 1:16 pm
Zia lifted ********* up, but expected her to hold her own on her shoulder. She wasn't going to tote her around like a football. "I haven't been doing anything," She said, pausing to deal with a sudden mouthful of ice cream she hadn't planned accordingly for. "I mean... I'm not like, trying to change the subject or anything, I just haven't been doing anything. Other than getting fat on the couch and catching up on my Netflix queue."
The sudden cat on her shoulder did lead to suddenly holding the ice cream a bit away from that side of her, though.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 9:49 pm
Easily the round bundle of fur took up a spot on the girl's shoulder in a manner reminiscent to how a pirate wore a parrot. ********* easily tilted her head as the girl pulled the ice cream container further away from her, but didn't seem to mind. In fact, poor Zia would soon enough find herself getting groomed by a kitty.
Or rather, just getting her locks licked about where her hair had managed to get slightly sweetened.
"Hmm... I could only imagine how fat I'd be if I didn't run around as much as I did in this city... I'd probably become one of those cats that couldn't even walk! Too round for my own good!" She chuckled a bit, seeming perfectly okay with poking fun at her own body issues.
The mention of one thing did manage to catch her attention. "Netflix.... what is that exactly?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:50 pm
"Gak," Zia tried to lean away, which was had to do when the thing you were trying to get away with was on your shoulder. God, *********, have a little decorum. Just because they were both space cats didn't mean manners didn't apply.
"Netflix," Zia said, cramming more ice cream in her mouth and shifting it from cheek to cheek as she thought, moving the spoon through the air trying to figure out how to explain it.
"Like TV? Do you watch TV? Only like, you pick out what's on from a catalog."
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