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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:04 pm
Of course it wasn't kosher! Who just went up to someone and pointed out their flaws like a*****e? Well, Theodora would but it was different when she was in that person's shoes. She didn't like the reminder that she wasn't herself, that she wasn't complete in a way. There was a hole in her that didn't hurt but didn't feel right either. It left her feeling distanced from ********* who had brought it up, and she considered simply leaving now. A question had arisen though, and it wasn't involving any holes so that certainly helped Nickeline feel a bit better about the whole situation.
She had forgotten all about the bread, promptly taking a bite out of a piece of one. She wasn't entirely sure if ********* was asking for some or asking where she could get some so she simply covered both bases, tossing a piece toward ********* first and foremost. Now Nickeline didn't know the name of the store because it was in English but she knew where it was from here.
"Nickeline show *********?" It was the best she could offer.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 10:58 pm
The manx was pretty quick on her paws, but it probably had something to do with the fact food was involved. Bread was tossed to her, and the feline bounced up and caught the pufflet between her two paws, pulling it to her mouth almost in a squirrel-like manner. She quickly devoured the snack and once her mouth was empty, she set her paws down.
"Hmmm..." The manx was a guardian cat and a representative of order. The girl before her was a direct result of chaos manipulating order. There was a chance that this was some sort of ploy to deceive the feline.
She stood up to her paws, then hopped off her temporary pedestal. "I'd say that 'as long as you don't take me down a dark alley'... except we are already starting in one to begin with... so let us go!" With a slight jingling touching the air, the animal made her way next to the girl's ankles.
I can easily avoid any trouble that might arise... I'll deal with it as it arises...
"Let's go!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 12:00 pm
********* almost seemed to have no doubts about going with Nickeline, or at least that's how she viewed it. It might have been less so if she had understood the joke ********* was making. Listening to the jingle from the bell around ********* neck, Nickeline was beginning to realize just how easy it was for ********* to be deceived when food was involved. Both of their encounters had been heavily influenced around food and Nickeline was beginning to put two and two together.
She didn't say anything as she walked, probably leaving the space between the two factions tense for the guardian cat. Nickeline was smiling in a strange manner and occasionally looking down at ********* to make sure she was still there. What was Nickeline thinking? How many ways to skewer a guardian cat? What way to demobilize the guardian cat for corruption? Well, that might have been a thought considering it was definitely what she had been thinking when she met Eunomia.
There was no way to know for sure and there was nothing but more silence as Nickeline took another turn.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:37 pm
Nickeline might have been quiet, but the manx seemed chipper enough for the duo. Along with her merry jingling of her collar, she hummed out a tune that sounded more like circus theme music. Nobody was about at the moment, but even if there were people about, it could have easily been blamed on the silvery haired girl instead. Humming wasn't as tell-tale as speaking was.
There was a reasonable gap between them, but it had mostly to do with the fact that ********* didn't know where Nickeline was taking her. She couldn't lead, she had to follow. If it weren't for the lack of a leash, it would have almost seemed like the corrupt senshi was walking herself a round pet dog.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:39 pm
After a bit of walking and periodically looking backwards to make sure that ********* was still there and so were her balls. They were about at the area, and at first Nickeline opened her mouth to say so but she recognized the immediate problem with a bit of a huff. She didn't know the right words and ********* probably wouldn't understand particularly well. She tried to signal that this was the way and she had to cross the street through her body language but after another minute she gave up.
She was going to have to be straight forward with it, and that's where Nickeline picked up her trail of balls into her arms and then ran across the street. She was on a corner, waving her hand over to ********* to follow her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 10:47 pm
********* most certainly was not a person. She couldn't follow along as easily with the corrupted senshi companion she had decided to trail. She had small paws where as she had long legs. So where as Nickeline was able to cross the street quickly, ********* was not able to cross nearly as quickly. She had looked left and right before crossing, but apparently that wasn't nearly enough.
As she had just hit the middle of the road, a car served around a nearby corner, speeding forward with its lights shining directly on the small animal.
She might have been a super intelligent feline with the capabilities to shoot energy pulses at youma, but she also was an animal underneath it all as well. Her body froze in place, as if she was too scared to move.
I'm small... it will probably go over me and miss...
It was a stupid thought, but she was trying to remain optimistic in the face of danger. If she shot an energy blast at the car, she'd potentially hurt the people inside the vehicle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 11:04 pm
Nickeline had high expectations of the cat, in both terms of her ability to keep up and her ability to cross the street despite the fact she was a cat. It might have been the fact the cat spoke that made her seem less cat like then she appeared. ********* hadn't kept up with her or made a speedy crossing across the street. It was late so it seemed safe but when the car turned around the corner the driver obviously having little digression in terms of road safety and ********* decided it was a good time to be a cat. In terms of shifts, Nickeline decided she didn't want to see a cat get smooshed over the ********," sounded kind of funny in such a heavy accent, the k dragging out particularly as Nickeline's heels bounced over the pavement.
She dove for the cat that huddled along the pavement, rolled over top of her and grabbed the feline body from the car's path like a pro. She'd just saved a life! That was all good and all, but given her hands had been used to grab ********* she slowly realized her hair was free to roll around on the pavement. It was too late! There was a thump thump thumper like a rabbit got run over and immediately Nickeline went on a ******** AMERICANS!" was clearly in English, but the rest? Oh, the rest came out in an even angrier tirade in Greek, waving a free hand around in the air in her fit of rage. "You ********! You shitheads nearly ran over this cat! You did run over my hair! DO YOU KNOW THE DAMAGE YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO MY HAIR? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WORK I PUT INTO HAIR CARE? HEY, GET BACK HERE I AM GOING TO GET YOUR PLATES. CAN I REPORT THIS? ********, I DON'T KNOW. GET BACK HERE!"
She clearly wanted to kick the driver, and the car, other either or both because she was swinging her leg around wildly before deciding maybe they should get off the road. This time she didn't put ********* on the ground, and instead she carried the cat and her poor hair over to the side walk before putting both on the ground. She kneeled, maybe mostly to check on her hair's damage but she also looked at *********>
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:49 am
It felt as if her heart had stopped beating for several seconds. As if the air was no longer reaching her lungs. The world itself got hazy, the only thing seeming to stay in her sights was that bright light, the headlights, rapidly approaching.
However, the light vanished quite quickly, but not for the reason which made most sense for an animal caught in the middle of the road in front of a moving vehicle. The animals eyes blinked and her ears perked up as the sound of angry shouting seemed to escape her savior. She only understood two of the words, one being a curse she had heard quite often from one of her girls. The rest was Greek to her. Literally. It was in Greek.
Her heart started to beat again, and she soon enough felt the cool refreshing feel of air returning to her lungs. And quite shortly after such, her fur frizzed up as much as it could. A delayed reaction to the previous events.
Eventually the puffball was set to the ground, expected to stand upon her own paws. At the prompt about her own well being, the manx let out an uneasy "...I think so..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 11:50 am
There were a few questions lingering through Nickeline's mind about why a cat of human intelligence would simply lay on the ground to die but at the moment her eyes and hands were busy seaming through her balls. They seemed okay, a little rattled and she was definitely missing a lot of pearls but those were unimportant. It seemed okay, but what damage was there remained on a small hope that only magical growing hair could provide her.
With that done, poking hands began to poke at *********. It was sort of soft but still sort of hard to be poking a cat with, as she tried to see if she was really okay. She wasn't a doctor, or a vet, but she was determined that where her skill was lacking her ability to poke a sore spot that made the cat uncomfortable was on par with any necessary skill.
A bit of prodding later, Nickeline was satisfied with the results.
"Good," she said nonchalantly, before standing up with her hair laying over her arm like an injured patient and then turned around the corner. She pointed, and upon looking ********* would see that the bakery was right here.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 10:53 am
Prodding finger was causing a couple giggles to escape the puffed up animal. "Hee hee... that tickles!" It probably wasn't the appropriate time to giggle, but she couldn't help it. Pokey finger was poking her!
Eventually the finger ceased to poke her, and Nickeline was standing up and moving forward. *********, not wanting to waste the girl's time, trotted along after her. It wasn't long before a finger was pointing to the goal.
The bakery.
"Oh, okay... that's easy enough to find!" She paused in step before allowing her haunches to settle down to the ground. Despite what could have been called a "brush with death," it seemed as if the feline had already gotten over the whole ordeal. Her fur was no longer puffed up as it had been a few moments ago, and her same cheery expression seemed to now touch her maw.
"Well, I thank you for what you did back there, Nickeline... um... I don't know how many people would do something like that for me..."
Or rather, how many Chaos inflicted beings would have done such for an Order affiliated feline.
With a nod of her head, the manx stood up again, and proceeded to make her way towards the back of the building. However, before she went too far, she added "Maybe I'll see you around, Nickeline?"
With that, the manx scampered off. She had some dumpster diving to do!
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 11:02 am
Blah blah blah. It seemed most likely that ********* was thanking her, as she should, so she actually began to tune the cat out instead of translate. She had forgotten what she originally set out to do tonight but that didn't matter anymore because she knew what she was going to do right now: Go home and wash her hair. She'd have to do it a few times before the smell of rubber and asphalt got out of her hair. She was determined though, and after ********* finally scampered off to the dumpster to gain the calories she'd just lost nearly dying Nickeline turned on her heel and went home.
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