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 Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 9:26 pm
The sun was still low on the horizon when Margarita Miro was zipping through the park on her roller skates and some Toni Basil pumping through her earbuds. The summer heat had yet to set in for the day and she only had to share the park with the occasional jogger.
That's why Margarita liked early mornings best. It wasn't that she didn't like people or that she felt shy about skating in public. But it was easier to skate like you owned the world when there weren't as many people around to remind you that you didn't.
Today felt like it was going to be a good day. Of course, Margarita rarely let herself think otherwise about any day, but this day felt like it was going to be particularly good. She could tell because Toni Basil was singing about Micky and how he was so pretty and he just doesn't understand.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 7:20 pm
********* was quite prone to wandering the park. Part of it had to do with Ellie living close by, and as a result, Anemone also lived close by. Part of it had to do with the location being a relative hot-spot for folks to meet up. And part of it just had to do with a personal fondness of the area. There was the occasional perk of being able to slip into the barbeque pit area and sneaking off with some snacks, but that was rarely her main motivation for looming the area.
At that very moment, it was just too early for the barbeque community to really be looming about. The chubby cat was merely on her way back to Ellie's, returning before Anemone could realize she had been gone in the first place. She had no intentions of actually finding another senshi to awaken.
However, as she was crossing the sidewalk, one side to another, she was hit with a sudden realization that one was approaching.
And fast!
She turned her head and soon enough saw the approaching girl. Rather than move out of her way, she tilted her head and waited to see what was going to happen next.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 11:37 am
~Oh, what you do, Mickey, do, Mickey. Don't break my heart, Mickey...~
Lost in the music, Margarita twirled once and suddenly there was a cat directly in her path. There was not enough time to stop. Scratch that. There was enough time to stop, but it would not have ended gracefully if the girl was an Olympic ice skater and her roller skating ability was hardly comparable to that.
"Uaaaaaaaagh!"
She fell. But not only did she fall, but the momentum of her twirl kept her spinning on the way down, causing an impossible landing on her back right in front of the curiously steadfast cat. Toni Basil was done singing about Mickey and Blondie's "Heart of Glass" began to play.
Margarita did a quick inspection of her body to check for broken bones before looking back to *********, you have felled me."
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:57 pm
Despite remaining quite sturdy upon her feet and refraining from skittering away at the first sign of danger, the chubby cat's ears winced, flattening back against her skull at the horrid landing. She was grateful she wasn't a kitty-pancake, but she definitely was more confident that this girl was more able to stop than the car that Psyche had saved her from once upon a time.
It was early enough in the morning where it was basically just the cat and the girl there, but this girl had objects in her ears. Which easily meant it would be difficult to talk to her if she couldn't hear the words being spoken.
Something about this scenario had to be fixed up. So quite quickly, the feline bounded towards the fallen girl, attempting to get into her lap before she could get up.
Maybe she was the sort who couldn't resist a cat.
Maybe.
If ********* was lucky.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 8:26 pm
Lucky? Margarita only just now realized that she had a life-long wish to have a cat climb into her lap for pettings...and it had come true! Maybe she could take it home. Maybe her mother wouldn't mind. The only pet they've ever had, after all, was a betta fish that managed to be neglected too long....
The girl shook the thoughts out of her head and proceeded to pet *********. Any thoughts of caution, rabies and, well, anything bad coming of this never entered her mind.
"You're a brave little fella'. Are you lost? Hungry?"
Margarita wasn't expecting a reply, which is why the earbuds remained in, chords dangling loosely to connect to the MP3 player in her hip pocket.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 7:20 pm
Phase 1, complete!
Internally, the feline chuckled at the label of "fella" since ********* was quite certain she was not one of those. However, she'd be lying if she said it was the first time someone had assumed she was a male cat.
Of course, those pesky earbuds were still in the girl's ears. Something had to be done about that, and now that she had claimed the girl's lap as her own, ********* would be able to do something about it!
Minding her manners, she rubbed up against the girl's stomach at first, as if to greet her, though it actually was an early apology for what she was about to do.
And just like that, the cat easily swiped in and attempted to nab onto the cords (gently) with her mouth and yank. It might have hurt a bit, but those pesky earbuds had to go!
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 8:58 pm
New resolution: become a crazy cat lady. Cats are adorable and fluffy and friendly and....
The earbuds fall out.
"Whoa! Haha, I guess kitties really do like string! I should put this away so it doesn't get scratched up."
Margarita turned off her MP3 player and began to wrap up the cords.
"These aren't toys, though. Sorry, kitty."
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:07 pm
Phase 2, complete!
As the girl began to wind up the cords and put away the offending sound-blocking device, the cat listened and waited for an in for the conversation.
It wasn't that hard.
"I am quite familiar with what earbuds are. They are so you can listen to music without interrupting others."
Her voice was definitely not the voice of a "fella" if anything.
"It is just hard to have a conversation with you if you can't hear what I am saying." With an easy laugh, she then added "My name is *********... might I find out what yours is?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 7:11 am
"My name is Margari...." the girl froze, "....ta."
What followed was mostly incomprehensible, but words like "talking", "cat", "what", "concussion" as well as "candid" and "camera" occurred often enough to be recognizable. There was a bit of flailing involved and a healthy dose of looking around for secret cameras and hidden speakers.
After she had gotten most of that out of her system, Margarita stared at ********* expectantly, waiting for confirmation that this was all an elaborate prank or a concussion-induced hallucination (though she wondered if hallucinations ever admitted to being such).
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:52 am
Laughing at the priceless reaction would have been quite inappropriate at the moment. Though on the inside, ********* was definitely giggling. Her triangular ears remained perked up, ever attentive as she attempted to make out what Margarita had said after the initial introduction.
Once she managed to gather most of what Margarita seemed to be bothered about, the cat cleared her throat as if to get the girl's attention. It wasn't as if she didn't have her attention, since she seemed to be looking at her like she had all the answers anyways.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Margarita. I can assure you, I am not some concussion-induced figment of your imagination, and I can also assure you there is no 'Candid Camera' involved with me as well."
With a nod, she then got to the point of all of this. "I actually have something for you... do you mind if I take a moment to grab it for you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 9:08 am
It took barely a moment before Margarita responded. There was still the possibility that ********* was a concussion-induced hallucination which refused to admit to being such, but it was easier to just believe her.
"I...okay! Sure, I guess!"
What on earth could a mysterious talking cat have for her? An electric guitar, maybe? A microphone? A certificate for a shopping spree at the mall?
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 5:35 pm
The cat, once given the go ahead, hopped out of the girl's lap and soon enough was back in the grass. Once there was a good distance between the pair, the cat rather suddenly sprang up like a spring-loaded toy, moving into a rather unimpressive backflip.
When she landed, the sound of a couple other objects landing seemed to thump lightly into the grass.
Alas, there would be no electric guitars, no microphones, and no shopping spree.
Instead, there was a pen and a phone.
"There we go! Come here Margarita and take a look!" In a cheery manner, she looked back to the girl, almost seeming to look more like an excited puppy than a pleased feline.
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 6:15 pm
Margarita craned her neck to see what the cat had presented to her.
"It's not a mouse is i-"
One of the items caught her eye immediately.
"Oh my god! A cell phone! I've been wanting one for ages but mom is always, 'You know we can't afford something like that right now, Margarita.' Does it come with a plan? What's the phone number? Can I call Russia? How do I call Russia? Does it get the internet?"
Somewhere in the back of the girl's mind was a tiny voice screaming out WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? But her excitement prevailed in drowning that voice out.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 8:25 am
The feline practically fell over when the girl started to prattle on and on and on about the cell phone. Apparently she was one of the few in this generation who did not already have one.
"Well, it's good to know you're excited at least!" With that the cat meandered to the odd pen-like object and placed a paw on it.
"I don't think I can give you any answers until you do a couple somethings for me."
She lifted her paw then replaced it on the pen.
"Please pick up this pen... then with as much energy as you can, call out 'Nassovia Power, Make-up!' No half-assing it if you don't mind!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:33 am
After glancing at the pen, then back to the phone, Margarita shrugged and slipped the phone into her pocket.
"It's a rather strange looking pen," she picked it up, "What is Nassovia, anyway?"
She didn't bother waiting to hear an answer, though. Mouthing the words once to familiarize herself with their flow, Margarita held the pen to her mouth like a microphone and sing-shouted into it like a rock star.
"Nassovia Power, Make-Up!"
And with that she was enveloped in a cocoon of morning glory vines and blue light. It felt good. It was startling, yes. Even Margarita Miro could not deny that. But it was a comforting, empowering feeling.
And then the energy swirled away into nothing, leaving the girl wildly bewildered.
"What was that?"
She felt something on her face and reached up to discover a mask covering her mouth. Come to think of it, the clothing on her arms felt different....no....everywhere. Where were her skates? She looked down.
"And what am I wearing?"
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