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 Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 5:55 pm
Multi-tasking was hard, and Zirconia was sluggish tonight. She had hardly any sleep since the whole ordeal started, and was not up to snuff to keep up the energy beacon tonight. She was not even walking around in her two most common forms of cat-girl or human girl and instead looked like a completely deflated lilac cat pawing around.
A larger housecat, but still a cat.
She almost didn't notice a small aura belonging to a chibi, and once she did, there was an internal debate about whether or not to follow after it.
She eventually concluded it was her job, after all, and padded around until she spotted a younger teen with purple hair.
"Good evening! Are you out on patrol?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 6:05 pm
Lost in her own thoughts, Cruithne was oblivious to the aura approaching. Or at least, she was until a large cat appeared and talked. Yelping in a decidely undignified manner, the chibi senshi of lavender stared at the licla furred cat for a moment. Then, once her heart had resumed a more sedate rhythm, she gave a slow nod.
"S-sort of," she said softly. It was true enough, she thought. She didn't want to stay home and have any nightmares there. So coming out to patrol was the only other choice.
After a moment, she decided that standing over the cat was hardly polite and she crouched down.
"Y-you don't look l-like a pink raisin, s-so you can't be B-ballard," she murmured. Then, after another moment, "I'm C-cruithne."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 5:57 am
The cat stumbled a bit on her large paws and scrunched up her nose. "Pink raisin?"
Her next question was, "What is a Ballard?" because, apparently, it looked like a pink raisin.
The long haired forest cat looked back at herself and and then up to the senshi, half tempted to morph up to humanoid form until she realized she was crouching down for her. Instead, she sat back on her haunches with a satisfied flick of her tail.
"I'm Zirconia, it's nice to meet you, Cruithne. What are you the senshi of?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 6:41 am
"B-ballard is S-syrma's cat," she said matter-of-factly. "H-he looks like a p-pink raisin and l-likes hot s-sauce."
Once Zirconia sat and introduced herself, Cruithne thought that it would be safe enough for her to sit as well without being rude. Within a moment, she was sitting quite primly and shooting the occasional longing glance at Zirconia's silky looking fur.
"I-i'm the s-senshi of L-lavender," she replied. "I d-don't have very g-good magic, though. I-it just sort of h-heals. S-sort of."
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 5:54 am
The fluffy cat glanced to the side and narrowed her eyes in thought. Pink raisin, likes hot sauce. She was pretty sure she would have remembered that.
"I've never met him, but that's unsurprising. I've met a few in passing-- none pink-- but the only cat I am actually familiar with is the tailless fat one named ********* just lifted a paw and started absentmindedly grooming. "I've never met Syrma. Is she a friend?"
She did pause, and leaned forward to lightly headbutt Cruinthe's knee. "Healing magic is very useful! In fact some people go looking for senshi like you so they know who to go to if they get hurt," But then after she thought about the way the words had been stuttered out, she looked up and twitched her tail back and forth, hoping she hadn't just stuck her food in her mouth. "What do you uh... mean sort of?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 8:15 am
Watchign Zirconia groom herself, Cruithne felt a momentary desire to stroke the lilac fur. It looked so soft and warm. Still, it might be seen as rude if she tried. So instead, she offered the cat a shy smile and a cautious little nod.
"I... I t-think so," she said quietly. "Syrma was n-nice to talk to. She d-didn't make fun of me being a-afraid."
The sudden headbutt against her knee followed by the assertion that she wasn't completely useless made her smile widen a tiny bit in delight. The smile quickly became a tiny grimace as she tried to explain how her magic worked.
"It helps r-relieve pain for a few s-seconds," she stammered. "Sometimes anxiety t-too. B-but it's not v-very strong, you s-see. And I c-can only do it o-once. Useless."
And just like that, she was back to feeling mildly depressed.
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