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 Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 10:15 am
He was shaken, skeptical, Brass could only believe this was all a bad dream or some kind of prank. Still, deep inside, he felt it was real… actually not only real, it felt right. It always seemed like everything was too normal, that something was missing, but he discarded the feeling thinking it was depressive bullshit. Who would guess his intuition was dead on.
Brass crooked an eyebrow at the polite kitty “My name is Braesi Hólmsteinn, but you can call me Brass” he said, forgetting his personal rule of never saying his full name at first meetings. It was a talking cat, so he was a little confused, okay? Okay.
He unzipped his jacket and put the kitty on top of the fuel tank. The rain wasn’t as strong as the last time they were outside, but the cat’s fur became soaked anyway. How could this cat bear with that much water was beyond Brass’ understanding. Perhaps it was something talking cats could do?
“Okay, do your magic” Brass was about to find out how literal his phrase really was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 10:37 am
As her paws delicately found their place on the fuel tank, the cat nodded her head at his greeting. "Braesi is a pretty nice name, but I can understand why you'd go by something a bit easier to say." The cat was able to pronounce his first name correctly at least. "I personally know someone who would mispronounce your name pretty easily, but it's because she doesn't try to speak properly all that often." She chuckled, even though the situation didn't seem to lend to such a light emotion. Ellie was just a typical American. Butchering that thing called the English language.
Rather than remain on the boy's bike, the feline then hopped off the vehicle. She landed heavily on her paws, which still qualified her as a cat, despite the lack of tail. Water was spattering around about her, and the feel of icky water made her want to curl up into a little ball. However, this was her job. Rather suddenly, the small feline did a back flip. Nothing graceful. It was like one of those mechanical toy dogs that would bark, walk, then do a flip. It was like ********* was spring-loaded. Within the space she had jumped over, something seemed to sparkle, then fell heavily to the asphalt, clattering slightly.
Quickly, the cat moved to stand over one of the two objects that appeared. Excess water and a phone was probably not a good idea, even if they were "magical" phones.
"These are yours. Take the pen right now, if you could please. I want you to take it and shout out 'Galahad Power Make-up!'" The cat had obviously been doing this for a while, for she added thoughtfully "You need to shout it like you mean it, like your life depends on it. Otherwise, it won't work."
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 3:38 pm
By now, Brass got used to weird stuff happening that night, so why not go with the flow. Besides, he felt like he needed that pen; something deep inside him was moving, it crawled under his skin. He crouched, took the phone and put it in his pocket, then took the pen in his right hand. He could feel heat emanating from the object; it traveled up his arm all the way to his chest and searched for his heart.
His chest grew warmer as he stood up; his thoughts became clear. He clenched his fists and punched the air with the hand that was holding the pen. The warmth of his heart became a blistering furnace and he roared with every muscle of his body.
“Galahad Power Make-up!!”
The symbol at the tip of the pen lit up bright and started to spin faster and faster. Brass pointed the glowing tip of the pen to his chest and it burst into light, which pierced all the way through his heart, exploding from the other side. The light turned into a countless amount of tiny spheres that ricocheted all around. One by one, the uniform pieces took shape as the spheres hit his skin, dressing Brass with the complete attire. Finally, he pointed the glowing pen to the side of his head and shot. The pen burst once more, the light recoiled and formed the tiara with a sharp horn at the end of the shot.
He posed with both hands forming guns and the henshin was over. Completely astonished by the transformation, the now Sailor Galahad looked at the cat with a pleased smile dancing at the corners of his lips.
“Let’s ruin that f*cker, shall we?” The thirst for battle was clear in his voice. “You can explain everything later.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 6:52 pm
Normally, the small cat would have sat her haunches down to watch the transformation, but the world was much too wet to do such a simple thing. Sure, she was already soaked, but sitting in a puddle would have made it feel worse. She was going to have to find cover after this whole ordeal was over with. Ellie probably wouldn't have been willing, and Lil was at Crystal, so she wouldn't be able to sneak her in easily.
Eh, worry about it later, you have important things to take care of now!
With a firm nod, the cat began to trot back towards where they had come from. Well, it seemed that way initially. However, she then turned rather suddenly into an alleyway that was relatively well covered.
"Oh, a word of advice, Sailor Galahad... take time to aim... I can distract the Youma for a bit so you can take an accurate shot..."
Apparently the Youma had managed to find its way out from the abandoned bakery, but now it was lingering under some cover, as if trying to avoid the rain itself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 7:37 pm
Galahad followed the little talking kitty to the alleyway and crouched into a dark corner where he could see the youma clearly. By that point Galahad was pretty sure that cat knew what it was saying so following it’s advices would only be wise, but why aim? Then he suddenly remembered why.
He looked at his right hand, a dim glimmer emanated from the tip of his index finger. It felt warm and it prickled like if it was previously numb. He looked at the creature, which the cat called Youma, and pointed his hand and fingers in the shape of a gun, holding his forearm with the left hand.
The Youma emanated a strange sensation. At first Brass couldn’t notice, but it grew stronger as time went by. It was similar to long nails scratching a blackboard. Shivers crawled up and down his back as he focused at the creature. Still his aim was steady, training with a firearm finally showed to be a useful hobby after all.
This was his first time using this thing and he didn’t knew how many times he could use it. For that and the fact that he would lose the element of surprise, made this a one shot opportunity, Galahad had to lay a good hit. As he aimed the tip of his finger started to glow a slightly brighter, it was something that could give away his location, so he had to shoot fast, but he wasn’t done aiming. That thing kept moving and it was hard to follow.
[1 post aiming, chance of success slightly raised]
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 10:01 pm
It seemed that all ********* had needed to say was in her previous statement. It seemed Galahad was capable of remembering how to do his own attacks. Not all senshi had such recall. It was always amazing how different senshi could be, person to person.
As the senshi prepared himself for a shot, the cat walked forward. One paw in front of the other, she drew closer to the Youma.
The teeth, which had once more clamped onto the wall, released their hold and grinned at the small cat. Oh yes, this kitty would make an excellent snack. It licked its teeth with the same chocolatey liquid that composed the rest of its body.
The cat smiled a bit. With one paw, she dangled it over the brown ooze on the ground. "You know... I bet you taste delicious... but there's something wrong with you! I mean, you can't even handle being mixed with water..."
As if realizing what was wrong with the cat, the ooze underneath her airborne paw shrunk back just in time to avoid getting touched by a droplet of water.
"Nobody likes runny chocolate!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 12:35 pm
After watching closely how the cat teased the creature Galahad noticed its odd behavior. It feared water as vampires fear the sun and it couldn’t be more natural, that thing was apparently made of chocolate. That kitty was doing its work very well, showing how to defeat that thing.
The rain was growing weaker; he had to do something soon.
At the brink of the moment, Galahad followed the cat’s cue and decided to aim somewhere other than the Youma, since the shot would probably sink into the chocolate goo on a direct hit. He looked for a weak spot on the cover that protected the Youma and found a geared mechanism that seemed to keep it in place. Still, the mechanism was partially concealed behind the bakery’s wooden sign, he couldn’t hit it directly. Instead he aimed at the wall next to the wooden sign. With a plan in mind he hoped for the best and tried to remember the right words... They came as a flash of memory bursting from his mouth.
“Galahad Bull’s Eye!!”
The moment he shouted those words a blistering energy sphere formed at the tip of his finger. Galahad’s thumb jolted down, mimicking the hammer of a revolver, and the energy sphere hurled forward. It hit the wall and ricocheted, wrecking the mechanism as planned.
The sound blast of the shot was followed by the cover closing down and colliding with the wall, all at once a barrage of water collected by the cover hit the ground and the Youma under it. Galahad stood there crouched, searching for the Youma and hoping it worked.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 2:52 pm
If it had been the Wizard of Oz movie, one could have cleverly assumed the last things the Youma hissed out was similar to "I'm melting, MELTING!" Alas, the Youma was not nearly as clever. The moment the water hit it, the syrup-like body grew even more liquidy until it was a limp muddy puddle on the ground. The teeth initially were the only things left on the ground, until those too suddenly seemed to dissolve. The muddy looking water just stayed there.
It was done.
"Okay, now that that is over with..."
The cat padded over to Galahad for a moment.
"Can you carry me again? Maybe even dry me off, please?!" If it was possible for a cat to give puppy eyes, that would have been exactly what ********* was doing right now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:18 pm
[love how you killed the youma xD]
“Huh… So that’s it? I was expecting something a little more… A little more, you know?”
Galahad was a little disappointed at the quick outcome of the battle. He was expecting something far more thrilling and he wanted to complain about it not living to his expectations, but no one ever seemed to agree with him on that opinion. Now, with that kitty, it probably wouldn’t be different, so he kept his mouth shut and his complaint to himself. Maybe he would find more of these to fight later.
“Sure, I’ll get you all fluffy and pretty with a blow drier or something. Let’s get our asses outta here.”
Galahad transformed back to his “human” form and walked towards the kitty. He opened the zipper of his jacket a little past the middle, took the cat out of the ground and placed it inside his jacket. The left side, since the right side was still damp from the last time he carried it. Reaching his motorcycle he started the engine, hit the gas, and the ride went roaring down the road.
After some sightseeing and a lot of rain, they reached Brass’ home. His father wasn’t there, so he didn’t have to explain anything to the inquisitive old man. He ran upstairs, took the blow drier from the bathroom and entered his room, locking the door behind him. He let the at out of his jacket, over the carpet.
“Is this okay or do you want a towel to dry yourself? I can only imagine what a blow drier would feel like to someone your size.” He said, pointing the blow drier up, almost like a gun.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:38 pm
It was always refreshing when a newly awakened senshi seemed to melt into their new role so easily. Usually ********* would be sitting there explaining the how-to for many simple things, including the whole "changing back" issue. Without any complaints, the soaked kitty was stuffed in his jacket, snuggling rather easily against his now wet shirt. For the ride, she peeked her head out of the boy's jacket, but had to hide every so often because water just kept getting in her face due to the wind.
It wasn't her first time on a motorcycle ride, since one time Ellie had stuffed her in a backpack and driven her to the hospital. At least this time she had a view.
Being a good girl, she remained quiet and without complaint as she was taken up the stairs. With the sudden release, she landed squarely on her feet, as if she knew when he was going to drop her.
"I don't mind. Whatever you are willing to do to help is appreciated, Braesi." She smiled politely before letting out a soft purring sound. It would honestly be easier to change into her other form and dry off with a towel, but even doing something as simple as such was a risk. A risk she did not want to take so carelessly. Casually, her eyes drifted about the room, as if assessing the way it was set up.
"Is this room your personal bedroom?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 2:11 pm
Brass turned on the blow dryer, trying not to hurt the little cat. The hot gusts were soothing and made the bedroom feel a little cozier, but it also made the cat look like it was traveling beyond mach 5.
"Yes, this is where I live, my personal heaven. It doesn't look like much, but it's just the way I like."
The bedroom was clean, but a little chaotic here and there. Some empty glasses over the drawer, he had the habit of eating in his room to avoid his father. The walls were almost entirely covered with posters of old rock stars and some strangely antipodal musicians side by side, like Ray Charles and Wolfmother.
A guitar was resting by the bed. At first looking a little uncared for, but that's were he always places her and if anyone moves it somewhere else, it means trouble.
He also had a PC, but no monitor could be seen. Apparently it was connected to the 42-inch HDTV. The keyboard and mouse were both sitting on a small, wheeled, bench next to the bed. The bed wasn't special, just a single bed, comfortable, with dark blue sheets.
Nothing else special could be said of the rest of the room. Except for the tiny glow-in-the-dark stars glue to the ceiling, scattered as fictional constellations. It was the only cute thing around, and it didn't seem like part of the whole theme of the room.
[Sorry for the delay >.<"]
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 8:59 pm
(No worries heart )
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!! All that warm air rushed against her fur, causing it to blow back, slowly growing puffier and puffier as she dried off. She would have looked around more, but she had to pinch her eyes shut as to prevent her eyeballs from drying out and shriveling into raisins.
The room would still be there when the hair dryer was turned off. By the time the whine of the hair dryer was turned off, the cat was a very puffy version of her former self. Her whiskers twitched slightly as she dared to open up her eyes. "We done?" She blinked 3 times before daring to move from her spot, rather quickly hopping up onto his bed. She wanted to walk the volume out of her hair, so she made her way to the guitar nearby.
"I take it you play?" With full interest, the feline glanced to the silvery haired boy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 3:17 am
[The song is called Malagueña. Listen to it while you read, it helps imagining. Link here. I play the song myself, so it isn't so hard. I didn't wanted him to suddenly become an amazing guitarist. xD]Brass stood up, crossed the bed and grabbed the guitar.
"Well, I try to, but I never had classes, so I'm not sure it's good."
He sat on the bed by the cat, rested the guitar on his lap and looked at it for an instant, as if admiring the polished wood. He stroke all strings, adjusted the tune, checked again, and when he was satisfied he stopped. His face changed. His eyes seemed sad for some reason.
"I've learned this from my sister."
He stroke a couple of strings very slowly, the melody filled the silence of the room, then settled under a pause. He started again, trying to remember the music, and it all happened smoothly. The song started with a strong and sudden strum, but softened. It was slow, but the strum was fast. It became faster and stronger with time.
Brass expression was faint, but the sorrow was noticeable if you payed attention. It could be from the song, could be from memories, or even a mix of both, but it as there, hidden under composure.
After the song was over, he rested an arm over the guitar and turned to the kitten.
"My sister played much better, but I'll get there eventually." He said smiling a little.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 9:26 am
Like a good cat, she sat her rump down and listened, nodding her head only one time to let him know she understood he had never taken classes. In all honesty, anything was better than what she could do in this form. As attentively as she could, she sat up with her ears at full attention. At the stronger parts, her ears fell back slightly, but it was just to adjust to the volume.
If there had been a way to see a part of this young man's soul, it could have been seen ever so slightly while he played that song. ********* had to fight off the instinct to rub up against him while he played. The least she could do was be polite and wait for the performance to be done before pulling the comforting cat routine. When he had finished and mentioned his sister, the feline lacking in the tail department stood up and padded up next to where he sat. Actually, she seemed to try to squeeze her way onto his lap between boy and instrument.
"Well, I think the saying is 'Practice makes perfect', right?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 2:29 pm
Brass gave out a little chuckle and replied with a smile, still filled with good memories "That's true, she used to say to me"
He smiled. Most likely the most honest smile he had in the past years. He rubbed of a tiny little emotion from his left eye, pretending it was from laughing or happiness. Rubbed off the memories, then was back to his usual self. The tiny window to the real Brass was now safely shut and well hidden.
"So. Everything that happened tonight... What the hell was that all about?"
He was finally asking himself questions and finally passing them to the cat. The talking cat.
It all felt natural back then, instinctive, but now, when his mind started to consider the possibilities and remind him what exactly was real and what wasn't, confusion set the tone of his thoughts.
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