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 Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 9:27 pm
She would be lying if she denied that Syrinx’s words hurt. All she wanted was to envelope him in the soft, dark velvet of chaos and make all of the confusion and pain go away. To be so helpless to even touch a senshi’s starseed… she had never felt that before. What was going on in Destiny City? Grief turned into physical pain as Rhys was flung to the concrete, where she tumbled a bit before getting her legs under her. “Chaos is freedom to write your own destiny,” she wanted to scream, “Freedom!”
Spinning to face the senshi again, an all-to-familiar beam greeted her instead and shunted off any thoughts of retaliation. Paws could not react fast enough to dodge the entire beam, but her reflexes with a nearby, discarded pizza box were enough to spare most of her limbs. Rhys could not feel her right thigh, including her tail and the right leg, and she was proud of this. All efforts destroyed, the corrupt guardian cat simply left, dragging her bum leg down the alleyway.
Today was a long day. And now Rhys really wanted some pizza.
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 8:30 pm
Any joy at the leaving of the fluffy Navy cat was lost in lieu of other concerns. "Wait, you can't--how do I change back, kitty? I can't stay like this!" Syrinx shook the sleepy-looking cat in desperation. He did not want to hurt her but... no way he could go back to his Mama like this! "Pleeeease?"
Horatio wanted to whoop and holler and generally celebrate....but she was just so tired! She managed to get out one last bit of inforation. "Just... think about... you," the Guardian mewled weakly. Her teal eyes could barely stay open, and her normally boisterous voice was very, very soft. All she wanted to do was take a nap. In fact... she thought that was exactly what she would do.
Alejandro deposited the kitty on the ground and followed her last instructions. He imagined his matador costume and his latest modeling routine and soon enough, he was back in the colorful outfit his Mama had designed. He was glad to be back into something less pink!
Of course, now he had no lemonade and he had to abandon this strange cat. There was no way he could tell his Mama that he had encountered two talking cats, had bought lemonade but flung them at one of said talking cat,s, and had a really fancy, if rosey, new outfit. Oh, and the ability to summon pretty flowers that were apparently safe to eat.
So he began to walk back to his Mama, thirsty and fairly confused about what had just happened and what he would tell her. Of one thing, he was sure. Next time they went on a photo shoot, they were bringing their own bottled water and avodiing all this mess!
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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