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It was no white rabbit with a pocket watch, but the cat whose whiskers jutted forward as he stuffed his nose in her face did come with his own unique accessories. The pink and gray sphinx cat blinked eyes as green as the star shaped mark on his forehead and swiveled his overlarge pierced ears, then made a soft, considering sound that sounded a lot more like "Hm" than "Meow."

Then, in a particularly impish way, even for a cat, it closed one eye and then opened it again in a leisurely wink.

The cat purred and enthusiastically butted his head into her hand, his expression pleased and smug. He seemed to very much enjoy the attention, and for a cat, practically vogued, stretching out so that she could better have a look at him. His star didn't seem to be the only strange marking, though the source of the rest was more obvious, since his legs were covered in what looked to be henna marks, clashing with the beaded collars and the small charm hanging from one that read '2Sxy'.

"I'm not lost. I hot sauced her french fries." He added, cheerfully, as he leaned in for another rub. "You shoulda seen her face it was like..." The cat stopped to look up at her and drew it's face into a grotesque shocked grimace as it sat up on it's haunches, waving front paws in a pantomime of someone waving their hands desperately to put out the fire of unexpectedly spicy food. "IT WAS AWESOME."

"Man I love this part." The cat continued, apparently entirely entirely unconcerned with the fact that according to the laws of reality, he was not supposed to be able to speak. "I gotta get like a big fake beard or something. Except then I'd kind of need a wand and a birthday cake." He paused, tapping a paw on his chin and did his best booming Hagrid impression anyway. Maybe it was the entire lack of body hair, but it was a fairly poor impression.

"Yer a Senshi Harry." He boomed, paused and corrected himself "Er uh. Harriette. Um. What's your name? Never mind." The paw flipped dismissively. "Point is you're a senshi. I do have a present for you though. It's just not a cake. I've got hot sauce though. You like hot sauce?"

"Oh yeah you guys have gotten all turned around with that media spin job..." Ballard looked thoughtful. "Yeah you know all the people running around throwing magic around, versus the people throwing weapons around and making it a Darwin award to show up to any large gathering? You're the magic throwing kind. A magical warrior." He waved a paw dramatically toward the sky. "Some star, planet or asteroid out there is the source of your powers, Chaos... thats the tool bags with the weapons... has left everyplace else in ruins but we ain't given up the fight, we're here, you're here, and since they couldn't take your world your powers are here to keep Chaos from turning this cute little space rock into... well... just a dead space rock. Course that's not in the recruitment papers they hand out but if they did... Pft. I sure as hell wouldn't sign on without being drafted. Unfortunately they can do that. Draft people I mean. But you need your pen first. I got that covered.... OOH CHICKEN."

Apparently he might have the pen but getting him to stay on task to get it might be challenging. He wiggled his toes much like a person might gleefully wiggle their fingers and held out his front paws for chicken. "I got a special phone for ya too. Only works when you're powered up. This fancy pants who calls herself Silver Lady... don't bother calling her that she ain't a real Lady, no land or title or anything... just call her Ash... She was doin' some upgrades but I haven't quite got it down yet. Some of us got better things to do than run away and play with tech. She's totally got a crush on me though. It's like... REALLY obvious."

"Murrmmm." Ballard muttered around a mouthful of chicken, pulling it to his mouth with his front feet and nomming large bites. "Mce mo meep mou." He added, swallowed, and then clarified. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ballard. I'm not just ANY kitty I'm a guardian cat. We're actually not cats, cats wish they were us." He dropped the chicken and made another dismissive wave before adding. "OH RIGHT. Pen. Pen... Uh.... Nothing behind my ear...." Damn not wearing a sweater today, a sweater would have MADE this...

"Nothing behind my other ear..." He demonstrated the lack of any writing instruments behind either large ear before using both paws to theatrically pull it from subspace and drop it in front of her. "Pick that up and Say "Sabine Power, Make up."

She'd pick up pretty quick, seemed like a bright kid. No taste for hot sauce though... but hey no one was perfect he guessed.

Ballard did his best to applaud, which, since he had paws and not hands, could have been more impressive, but then again... at least he could do it. Unlike a thumbs up. Man he could really use thumbs. "Hey, Niiiiice." He purred, hooking the chicken with his claws and nibbling as he checked her over. "Hang on to that pen by the way, you kinda need it. And..." Oh right, the phone. He put down the chicken again, screwed up his face and...

"Ah... A.... ACELLPHONE." He still thought that was a pretty good trick. Besides those flip models could take a bit more beating than some others, even if it was just being ejected out of subspace.

"You can use the home button to visit your space-place too. It'll tell you a lot more about yourself over time, and hey it never hurts to have a nice private place to go hang out for a while, right? Unfortunately time passess the same regardless so if you go hang out there and you're supposed to be someplace else, someone's gonna notice. Hard to beat up monsters and chase off bad guys if you're grounded. I mean not impossible but... And I mean be careful. They're not playing a kid game out there, ok?"

This was perhaps the most serious he'd been. "Don't be afraid to get peoples contact information and ask them to go with you. It's not a machismo contest. If we need one of those I will challenge people to shots of Dave's Insanity Sauce, got it? I mean DUH I've got THAT contest in the BAG but hey I can't help it. I'm just that awesome."

Ballard's ears perked up enthusiastically at the chance to give his spin on how things worked and he actually rubbed his front paws together. For a creature that was designed to be quadrupedal he spent a good deal of time on his haunches, gesticulating vigorously with his front legs.

"Ooh ooh, this part's -awesome-. Concentrate. Think about what's around you. You can -feel- them." He almost hopped in place, whiskers twitching. "You can even tell the difference between someone on your side and someone who's chaos. Monsters, Youma, and Corrupted Senshi all have a dark kinda creepy aura. It'll probably feel just... you know... disquieting to outright REALLY BAD. Some of them are going to be stronger than you, take it easy while you sort out the power levels right? Good guys, they'll feel better. You probably won't get much offa me because I can't do the whole boogie woogie shapeshift thing some of the other Guardians can yet, but if I could it would be like BAM!!!!!!!!!!" He threw his arms wide to indicate the intensity of his potential aura. "We aren't strong fighters but we got PRESENCE. You won't catch one of us doing that for long because of that. Draws too much attention. You've got a power signature too, it'll also draw attention. It's sort of a mixed mess, you got a radar but so does everyone else. OH OH. And glamor. Magic protects you. No one's gonna know that Sabine and Mercy are the same person. It's like Clark Kent's glasses but you know. Not glasses. HOW COOL IS THAT RIGHT???"