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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:25 pm
Dated to early August
Although she had made her little arrangement to assist and protect Quartz, Soyala still considered her first and most important duty to be to the corrupted Senshi. She was a Guardian Cat, ultimately it was her job to guide and mentor them, and ensure that they served the Negaverse to their best and fullest.
And she had heard tell of a corrupt lost in Negaspace, brand-new with no memories at all. Clearly a soul desperately in need of her efforts and guidance. So she made her way to the infirmary, walking as if she owned the place because she had every right to be there.
There was only one person there, a Corrupt with seafoam hair, and that meant this must be who she was looking for.
"Hello, Warhol," the cat said, and she padded over, sitting herself at the Senshi's feet.Daekie hi i am the worst at starts??? i am so sorry
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 11:30 pm
It'd been mostly okay, really; Warhol knew her name, she knew what she'd been told, she was learning the weight of her hair and the feel of her fuku. She knew songs (although what they were or where they were from, most of them, that was gone like the rest of her memories), and she'd hum and braid her own hair and -- and, well, sleep.
It got lonely! And she was always so very, very tired. At the moment she was just resting, dangling her feet off the side of the bed, kicking her legs out and in -- and then Warhol felt an aura. And she stopped the movement, actively sizing up the area. Like radar in the back of her mind, like someone calling her name: here, yes, and moving towards her, and subdued but gentle. Warm.
When the cat started to speak, Warhol honestly wasn't even too surprised. It seemed fairly reasonable, in comparison to everything else that had happened over the past week and a half; fairly basic in terms of complexity. So the cat talked? She could handle that. If it turned into a person, then she'd have a problem, but just the talking was okay.
"What's your name? You're so pretty..."
She reached down, maybe going to pet Soyala's head before hesitating -- cats are proud creatures. Don't touch them without their permission. (If a cat comes up to you, don't think it's because of you, a thought chimes off in her head; a memory reactivating, reconnecting, but without context and without an author to the voice.) So Warhol's hand just hovered, fingers uncertain.Noir Songbird ssssh no it's fine!! it's fine i wait with baited breath for any of your posts <33
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:54 pm
Soyala stretched up and bumped her head against Warhol's hand, resting her paws on the Senshi's calves. The demand for petting, she hoped, was clear enough without her having to state it.
"Soyala," the cat said, and the compliment went accepted with a gentle purr, "and I am here to help you with anything you need, my darling." Because corrupted Senshi were and always would be her primary focus and first concern. Especially ones as obviously young as this - still a child, taken away from her family and left with only the Negaverse to care for her. So vulnerable, so surely in need - this was exactly the type of person Soyala wanted to claim as, in essence, her own.
She could be needed here. Soyala adored being needed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 11:12 pm
The feel of little paws pressing through her boots got Warhol right clued into what Soyala wanted out of her; she smiled, letting her hand cross those last few inches, and went for right behind the ears. What a good cat. What a good, soft, cat. Made this day (day? night?) a little better.
"That's a nice name...I mean, it fits you! You're beautiful, miss Soyala. Did someone give it to you, or...? I mean - " Warhol stammered, flustered, blushing blotchy red - "not that someone had to, I just...sorry, um...I'm Warhol, but you knew that already, right?" Her fingers shook ever-so-slightly. "I don't, um, really need anything...! I promise...I don't want to bother anyone about anything."Noir Songbird warhol makes sure to bring soyala kitty treats because kitties are so good. who's a good kitty. it's you soyala you're her FAvorite. also my muse for basically anything is awful right now, sorry;;
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