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 Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 6:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 6:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 11:47 am
All A Dream, It's All A Dream...
520 words [SOLO1] Xavier Avery unlocked the door of his apartment, and practically stumbled his way inside. His... magical transformation left him feeling like he'd been run over by a truck. His legs felt like jelly and ached (little nerdling didn't usually move that fast, or so much !) and he could swear his muscles were... vibrating still with all that noise that had gone and happened into the tiny McDonald's restroom. And in spite of the devouring of nuggets that had happened afterward, he still felt rather hungry. But exhaustion was clearly winning out at the moment. Maybe this was what people called 'lucid dreaming' ? Knowing you just had to be dreaming, and yet being unable to wake up ? He should be waking up now, shouldn't he ? There was no more... crazy dream s**t happening. Because, what else could it be, beside a crazy energy drink fueled dream ? Maybe he ought to drink less of those... Bah, nawwww. The blonde just kind of stumbled his way through his apartment – it was a good thing that he lived alone, or else he would have probably woken up anyone who had also lived in there. There was no need for subtility when one lived on his own. Thankfully, the pile of cans from Tallulah's visit where gone, tossed into the recycle bin that very morning before he had headed off to work, or else it would have crashed all over the place when he bumped into the table. Bed. He needed his bed, and he needed it now. In fact, he only belatedly remembered about his jacket, and then lazily threw it at one of the chairs near his table – it missed, and let out a weird sound as it hit the ground. Something clinking against his keys. What could it be, he only kept his keys in the- Oh, right. That... weird a** pen. And the phone. He backtracked, grumbling to himself, and removed the two objects from his pocket. They looked real... but then, he figured, everything seemed real while you were dreaming. He really didn't want to think anymore. Just go to bed and sleep all these aches off. If someone went to sleep while they were dreaming, would they just dream deeper, or wake up ? And he really need to remember as much of this as he could to tell Tallulah. She'd probably laugh like crazy. Then scold him for drinking too many energy drinks then crashing onto his couch at 3am again. Ngh.. No, no more thinking. Xavier zombied his way to the bedroom, forgetting all about his work uniform as he abandoned both phone and pen on his dresser, and all but toppled over in his bed, tossing the conforter over himself. Tempo meowed with very open curiosity as this unusual entrance of her owner, but the tuxedo cat didn't seem to care too much beyond that – she leaped on the bed, settled next to Xavier's head on his pillow, and started purring away like a little motor. Xavier had been gone the second his head had hit the pillow.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 12:15 pm
So Green It Hurts ! [BAT2] Sailor Themis' first unassisted battle with a youma... doesn't go so well. Thank god Europa is here to save his a** ! But wait, all of this is somehow familiar...
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 1:59 pm
I Want Off This Ride !
692 words [SOLO2] Eventually, Xavier and Tallulah parted ways – but not without a lengthy explanation about what it truly meant to be a senshi. About youmas. About the Negaverse. About how much of Destiny City's weirdness was connected to the latter, youmas included. About how this was their job to save the city from all this. Outwardly, he'd just listened carefully, and nodded along – until his cell phone ringing provided him a nice way out, it was where he'd said goodbye to his best friend and left, saying that the phone call had been work. In reality, it had been his dad asking for help, but the words exchanged had been vague enough for his little lie to work out. Now he was on his way to his dad's home, hand clenched onto the henshin pen in his pocket. There... had to be a way out of this. He'd never asked to be a senshi – had never wanted it. Right now it was a massive problem in his mind, and Xavier Avery was a renowned problem-avoider. There had to be a way around this. It had to be. Well, he needed the pen to transform, yes ? If something happened to his pen, then he probably couldn't be a senshi, and oh, wouldn't it be a tragedy ? Oh, of course it would. Tallulah would harp on him about it for years, but he was used to that. It still beat this whole senshi business. His first idea was to try to snap it in half, fist squeezing around the pen. Unfortunately, it didn't work at all. Either he was more of a nerdling than he thought he was, or those pens were made extra-strong. It had to be the latter – he couldn't have been the first one to have thought about this. Maybe he could just bury it down far, far into a drawer somewhere... Oh, no, that wouldn't work either. If he told Tallulah he'd lost the pen, then she would turn his apartment upside down until she found it, and there probably would be no stopping her. The long haired blonde was quite certain that not even his underwear drawer would stop her. They were like brother and sister, and little sisters had little against older brother's hidden places. Which left the third and final idea – throw it in a trash can somewhere and run like hell. This way, no matter how much she looked through his apartment, she would never find it – perfect ! And so, Xavier ducked into an alley, and pulled his pen out to dump it in a large dumpster. And then... he paused. He stopped completely, suddenly conflicted. He... he couldn't. He couldn't do that. But why couldn't he ? After all, there were other like Europa – others to take care of this. Other who actually had the desire to do this. So why couldn't he just throw the damn pen away and run as fast as he could, leave it all behind as if it had never happened ? I am not going to run away when I need to be strong. ********* sweet little voice rang into his mind again. If I ran away from every youma that showed face in the city, more innocent people would die, and I couldn't handle that. Could he ? Could he one day, maybe, watch someone die because he once had the power so save them... but had turned his back on it ? Could he watch Europa, a negaverse agent's hand into her chest, pulling at her starseed, and be unable to do anything about it because he had run away ? His grasp tightened around the pen. Xavier was many things – a notorious problem-avoider for once, a bit jealous for another; he was a mostly quiet little boy with big dreams and even greater ambitions, and maybe even a touch delusional. But for all his flaws, Xavier wasn't heartless. He pocketed the pen again, and turned back toward the main street. He couldn't run away from this. He couldn't, and it scared the s**t out of him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 7:57 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:28 pm
Little Boy With a Crush
721 words [SOLO3] For once, and for the first time since his life had been all but thrown upside-down by this whole senshi business, Xavier was thinking about something that was not either being a senshi, work, or school. Sure, this whole senshi thing still scared the s**t out of him, though he was getting better at not letting it show, and, most importantly, he was better at not god damn thinking about it. Even if a part of him was still looking for a way out. A magical way out that wouldn't have his best friend hate him forever. There was no magical way out. But no, this was not what the long-haired blonde was thinking about – no, he was lying on his beloved old couch, music blaring out though headphones, as he surveyed a little business card. It was just an innocent little business card, yes, but yet it was also a source of mixed feelings. He'd called the number on the front, and there had been no major issues. He'd gotten in the next beta-test the company would put out in a few months, and his copy was now in the mail. The full copy with all the bells and whistles. He'd played a bit with the demo, but that had been extremely limited. So he was pretty excited about that, and he couldn't wait to play a little with his new toys. That took care of the number on the front of the business card. Which left him with the number on the back of the card. A very simple number, even, easily remembered, with a name scribbled over it in his own handwriting. Bell McMahon. He saw plenty of pretty girls at work. Mostly attached to their boyfriends and wishing to be anywhere else but a video game store. He looked at them, sure, but they came in and out of his mind like a gust of wind, and that was the end of that. Bell McMahon had came into his mind like a hurricane, and then promptly refused to get out of it. She had been someone special, the highlight of that particular workday, by far. But... there was also something else. Something in her smile had made him melt – something in her laugh that made him want to hear more of it. He knew what it means, and it left him puzzled. Those where the kind of feelings that he'd had for his first and only girlfriend when he'd first met her – at the tender age of fourteen. They had lasted all of a month before she dumped him for a less introverted, less nerdy footballer, and that had been the day Xavier decided that the life of a loner was more fitting for him. Which only made his mother hassle him more as to why he did not have a girlfriend at age eighteen. Apparently this was completely abnormal. He'd never even remotely thought about a girl that way ever since that first, and only, breakup. Until that day where Bell had entered his store. And now he was... actually... willing to consider it to be otherwise. At the very least, he wanted to see her again. He wanted to know more of her. Xavier had friends, yes, but he hadn't had any new friends for ages. He had his little group that suited him just fine, and otherwise he was content with being alone. Crazy...But it had been probably just been a normal day to day meeting for her. There were plenty of more impressive boys in the sea, after all, and it was hard to think that she would even be single to begin with. The number had been for help if the company thing didn't work out – would she be upset if he called her asking if he could see her again ? How did one call a girl to invite her somewhere, anyway ? 'Oh, hi, im the gamestop guy, I want to see you again herp derp.'Sigh. He looked at the card, and then at his cellphone. This went on for about a minute, before he put the card back in his wallet. Nope, he didn't have the balls to call. Not yet. Why didn't life come with an handy-dandy handbook, senshi and otherwise ?
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 8:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 12:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 12:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 1:09 pm
Not Right At all.
571 words [SOLO4] Normally, Themis would have henshined down after getting Hugbell her juice box, as well as getting himself a box of cupcakes (that had been quickly devoured in between the two senshi – him more than her, oddly enough). He would have henshined down after dropping her at the bus stop and leaving. But he hadn't. He probably should have – he was too tired to even think about bothering about anything else, really, but he hadn't. Instead, he had made his way on top of the mall and settled there to rest a bit. He could have gone home, but he hadn't. He didn't feel like going home. There was too much on his mind. So he stayed there, crouched on the roof, playing with one of the TWEWY-themed buttons that adorned his scarf, eyes narrow and looking darker than normal, almost stormy. He was thinking. He was flicking the button up and catching it like most would throw a coin. This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all. He hadn't asked to be a senshi, and if it had not been for this quiet determination that he would do this, and do it right – a feeling so alien that he still didn't quite understand it – he wouldn't even be doing this. He hadn't been given an option at all – he'd been awakened, and that was that. It likely had been the same for Hugbell. But the difference was that he was 18 – he was technically an adult, responsible for his own life. Hugbell wasn't. He hadn't gotten her age, but if she was over 10, he would eat his own scarf. This wasn't right. This wasn't a game – youma killed people, to say nothing about the negaverse itself. It was dangerous. And it just rubbed him the wrong way. She was too young for this. Much too young for this. Sure, it made sense to awaken as many senshi as possible, but... Hugbell was a little girl. She'd barely even lived yet. She probably had very loving parents, friends, other family. Not that it was different for him, beside loving parent being singular, but... he couldn't put his finger on it, but it wasn't right. She could die, and for what ? For a thing she only barely understood ? In the end, the only thing he could do was to make her promise to call him if she needed help. Anytime. Anywhere. Would she hold on to that promise ? Themis didn't know. He just hoped that she would – there was nothing else he could no, no convincing that had let her back down. Those words being spoken in between mouthfuls of frosting probably hadn't helped his credibility. Damnit. He didn't want her to get hurt, but he had no real way to make sure she wouldn't. It seemed like his whole life had been spiralling out of his hands ever since he'd became a senshi. He didn't like this, but... what choice did he have ? He didn't. It was either stand and fight, or watch people die and live with the guilt that he could have done something, but hadn't. Before being awakened, there wouldn't have been guilt, because what could he have done. It wasn't the case anymore. Themis stood, then jumped down the alley at the side of the building. It was Xavier Avery that walked out of it.
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