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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:09 pm
The feline did not answer any of the questions the child offered. She didn't acknowledge any of her statements. All ********* did was part her paws a bit.
"Give me your pen, if you would be so kind!"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:12 pm
Istas looked a bit confused as the cat requested the Henshin pen, however, she nodded and gave ********* the pen as requested. Watching the max curiously she tilted her head, "What are you going to do?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 8:27 pm
Her little paws wrapped about the pen, hugging it to her kitty belly. Her green eyes closed at the question, and once again, the feline didn't say a word. Within her grasp, the pen began to glow slightly. Within her hugging arms, the pen began to change shape. It was slow at first, but then it sped up until all of a sudden it ceased to shift. As ********* eyes fluttered open, the glowing ceased.
She loosened her grip about the pen.
"Call out 'Hugbell Comet Power, Make-up!'" The feline rolled off of her lap after the child took her pen back, landing rather sturdily upon her feet.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:20 pm
 Istas watched as the pen changed shape, her eyes grew large. "Oh wow, how'd you do that??"
The child was amazed to say the least at what the Manx had been able to do, it was very impressing. To make something change shape like that, "You should have your own magic show." She giggled having forgot most of her worries for the moment as ********* rolled off Istas' lap and gave her a new call phrase.
"Huh... okay." She nodded as she stood up taking the pen, it looked like a star with a tail. A shooting star? It made sense. "Hug-bell Comet Power, Make-up!" She called out only loud enough to actually activate the pen and not wake the entire neighborhood. When the transformation finished, she was standing there in a new outfit, with Barnaby in her arms it looked like even he got a tiny upgrade.
"Ohhhh!" She couldn't see the whole outfit just yet but what she could see of it made her interested and she gave Barnaby a tight squeeze, "Oh you're okay!" She wondered where the best place to get a look at her new uniform would be, should they sneak into the house with her like this? She looked at ********* wondering if offering cake would get the cat to stay for a little bit. Hug-Bell knew she had left over birthday cake, she was glancing at her hand, it hadn't had time to heal properly and was seeping crimson blood from the cut, "Uh-oh..." She murmured, "Does that always happen?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:49 pm
The cat sat her rump down quite firmly on the ground as the child transformed in front of her into a Senshi. The outfit was indeed different from what it had been before. Along with gaining the classic shoulder-guards and the larger bow behind her fuku that came with the Super status, the child's shoes had changed to short boots, her brooch had changed shape to a teddy bear that held onto a star, and the hood seemed to grow longer, gaining a little star-shaped bobble at the end. From where she sat, she could even see the slight glint of a heart-shaped locket hanging from Barnaby's bow.
However, the one thing she could not see from where she was sitting was how the child's injury reopened with the rigors of transforming. "What uh-oh? Show ********* what you are talking about!" The cat arched her head as tall as she could, as if trying to get a good look at whatever the source of uh-oh-ness was.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:55 pm
Hug-bell knelt down so ********* could see, "Its... bleeding again," she frowned, it wasn't like before, thank goodness. However, it'd totally create a problem and her parents would probably wonder how the stitching came out.
She looked at *********, and back to the cut. "I think we need to find something to wrap this with." She looked up at the house, she could take ********* inside. She'd be happy to feed the cat after they got her hand fixed up. "There's left over cake inside, maybe we can go in and fix my hand and I get you some of that?" She had wanted a large cake with the intention on feeding ********* more of it after the birthday party. It wasn't like they were going to run into trouble in the house, or at least Hug-Bell hoped not.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:29 pm
Her mouth formed a lopsided "O" shape as she took a look. Her nose twitched slightly at the vague iron scent. "Ah, this. Reminds me of when my leg was broken." She let out a chuckle, as if there was nothing to worry about.
The child didn't even need to mention the cake before the feline began padding towards the door. She waited patiently for the door to open, since at the moment, she was only a cat. "Cake sounds delightful, but let's take care of your hand first."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:37 pm
Hug-bell nodded opening the door to her house with her uninjured hand. She paused, "Oh right.. Iris had said he broke 'the cat'." She looked at ********* and offered to let her in first. "We have to be sorta quite, my parents are sleeping."
She paused and continued to whisper, "I'm not sure how well they'd like us being in the house, specially with me being dressed like this." She knew her parents loved to dress her up, but being dressed like a terrorist might cause a problem.
Lucky for the pair there was a bathroom downstairs, it had first aid stuff in it just like the one upstairs did.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:56 pm
The cat nodded her head slightly before padding in quietly. She rounded behind the door, her collar being the only clue as to where she vanished off to. The child slipped into the house after her, closing the door to reveal something that had not been there before. There was a silver-haired girl with ribbons decorating her legs and silver bell suspenders. She had a cuffed hand lifted up, holding a single finger over her lips for the universal signal to keep quiet. The girl's eyes were a very familiar shade of green, and though there was a top hat blocking part of her forehead, the edges of the silvery star on her forehead were visible to the child at her current height.
She didn't say anything for a moment, checking the child's buttery yellow eyes for understanding. It was only when she was certain the Chibi Senshi wouldn't freak out over the sudden transformation, she pulled the finger away from her lip and spoke in a quiet tone.
"Indeed... I think Iris was more upset about the after effects of my immediate injury. She somewhat blames herself for the injury..." It had indeed been the Senshi's ribbon that had snagged her against Wolframite's body, but ********* had never blamed the girl for the injury and supposed near death experience. "I think the trickiest part about the whole thing was wearing that cast for two months." If she wasn't trying to be so quiet, she might have offered a chuckle at her own comment.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:20 am
Hug-bell's eyes grew wide, and she was about to say something, the fact ********* had a finger over her lips stopped the child. She didn't know cats could do that. Well, she'd seen Cora do it but it was sorta in a dream so it was hard to judge if cats really could do that or not.
She nodded after a second, and listened, "Oh... well... accidents happen right?" She asked in a whisper, granted she wasn't sure how much of an accident it was for Wolfy to try to attack her. She had a feeling though the cut on her hand wasn't actually meant to have happened at that point because he was after Barnaby.
"Casts don't sound fun." She added with a nod and a frown. "They sound itchy from what I've heard." The child made her way over to the counter to try to pull off a paper towel so she could at least get something on the wound to keep it from bleeding everywhere. Last thing she wanted was drops of blood all over the floor.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 11:53 am
The clearly teenage cat-earred girl followed the child, stepping to the balls of her feet in a light manner, as if playfully attempting to tip toe to prevent her bells from jingling too much. "Accident on Iris' end, yes. Not so much on Wolframite's end." He had very deliberately intended to harm *********, even as an escape tactic.
********* stepped into the bathroom after the child, closing the door behind them just in case somebody woke up and came down the stairs. Before replying to the child about her broken leg experiences, she made sure to get the child to locate what they were looking for. "Get out the first aid kit and I will help you with your hand." She waggled a single finger for a brief moment before diving right back into the conversation. "If a person breaks a leg, they can at least get around with crutches. If a person breaks an arm, which was the equivalent of what I broke, they are not strained with mobility. I, however, could not walk around at all during that time. It made finding senshi a bit trickier, that much is for sure." There was something about her whispered tone that seemed to hint that ********* knew she was clever enough to prevent a broken leg from preventing her from doing her duties.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 10:18 pm
Hug-bell frowned as she sat Barnaby on the sink's countertop, "What do they get out of being bullies?" She asked as she tugged over a step stool that had been hidden away in a towel closet. It at least helped to be able to reach the first aid kit, the rest of it was a bit of a problem.
She pulled it out clumsily with one hand, large and clunky for a child to try to do. However she didn't want blood on anything if she could prevent it. "Right, crutches always seemed like something funny to try to walk with. Like they'd hurt or something."
She listened to ********* intently as she worked to unlatch the white plastic box with one hand. She paused, "You couldn't just become human like you are now?" The child didn't know that cats were easier to track in human form. "How'd you find them then if you couldn't get around?" She had finally managed to get one of the plastic locks to open.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 3:03 pm
Carefully, the silvery haired girl snatched up the first aid kit from the child's hands. "Bullies don't always know they are bullies. Sometimes they justify what they do by claiming they are fighting for what they believe in." She opened up the kit, and her fingers dipped in to locate several items. There were bandages, gauze, cotton balls, something for cleaning out the cut.
"Are you the sort who will scream in pain if I try to clean out your cut?" she asked in a casual whisper as she seemed to organize the materials for her medical procedure.
As the child naively asked about ********* current form, she paused from her current task and snatched up the child's hand, palm up so she could see what happened. "If I had been in this form, my injuries would not have healed. Every time I changed into this form, my cast vanished. Also, it is safer for me to be a cat." Right now, ********* was technically at risk because of all the energy she was leaking. Last thing Hugbell needed was for the Negaverse to come attacking her home. I need to make this quick.
With this thought in mind, ********* began to unwind bandages in preparation. "Sailor Iris carried me around and I'd tell her where to go. I would change to this form for a brief moment, but only when it was absolutely necessary."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 11:06 pm
Hug-bell blinked, "Oh, will they understand if we tell them they're bullies?" She asked thinking back to how Billy was and doubting that telling them would even stop them.
She paused, "No, that doesn't normally burn too bad." She answered, "Mostly it tickles." Looking to see what ********* had found to clean out the wound with, she watched ********* work with curiosity.
"Oh," She looked at her hand, "Like the stitches and bandage did for me?" She asked for conformation, it'd have to be something she kept in mind in case something worse ever happened. She tilted her head, "Why's it safer to be a cat? You can't reach things like adults can when you're a cat."
It was true, ********* was small when she was a cat, it had to be hard to reach things like cookies and cake if she was always a cat. "Heh so Iris can be nice even with a dirty mouth." The child giggled at the thought, and then looked around. "Iris was nice enough to take me to the hospital..." That wasn't something the child could forget.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 12:40 pm
When the child answered she was fine with getting her wound cleaned, the taller girl opened up the brown bottle from the first aid kit, then covered the top of it with a cotton ball before flipping it over one time for a split second. The cotton ball was now thoroughly soaked. Next, she took the child's tanned hand with her other one, then began dabbing the cotton ball over the bleeding area. As she delicately dabbed the area, soaking up small bits of red, she proceeded along with the conversation.
"You would be rather surprised how capable a cat can be, Istas. There are many places a cat can go that a person cannot. Either way, it is the way things work."
She finished up the clean up and quickly pulled out a piece of gauze to put over the cut. Quickly the longer bandage she had unwound earlier was soon enough getting wrapped about the child's hand in a cozily tight manner. "Sailor Iris is Sailor Iris. Her heart is in the right place, but she doesn't know how to tone herself down. She has a strong sense of justice... a strong and biased view of justice." ********* managed to find a single silvery clip meant to latch onto a bandage and pushed it against the cloth material.
Having finished her take in a satisfactory manner, there was no longer a reason for her to stay in this form. The girl within the blink of an eye was back to being a round manx cat.
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