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 Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 9:52 am
Faust chuffed. "Forget all them land laws or whatever the hell you people use. It ain't about that. And it ain't like the ideas they put into yo' head, neither. That dead rock up there? It had a whole civilization on it. People n' s**t. Buildings and cities n' s**t. And you used to be a part of that civilization. That s**t happened like a thousand years ago and you been reincarnated since then, but that's the dime version of it. It makes a helluva lot more sense when you visit that rock. But don't worry 'bout that now, that's tomorrow's problem." Today they had functional s**t to worry about. Powering up and kicking a**, the two main deals she'd have to master pretty damn soon.
When she questioned the whole thing like he was spewing a crock of nonsense, Faust stared at her intently. Expectantly. Stared like any self-respecting cat did when someone started cracking open a can of tuna. b***h you better —
Then she got the lines out like they were damn lunatic, and all that magic swelled up around her and dumped her out as a brand-spankin-new, goddamn fabulous new senshi. Damn right, that was the moment. That moment always made his fluffy heart swell like it was stung by a goddamn bee.
Faust stared for a minute longer, seemingly broken, then snapped to as if nothing happened. He answered her question with the same gruffness as always. "You look like a damn senshi. You don't get to choose how you look; that's up to Valetudo. Now, that magic s**t, you gonna feel it all come to you in yo' head when you need to use it. Sorta like a convenient catchphrase that pops up outta nowhere. That instinct'll guide you through the rest — what you need to say, do, and who you need to aim at. It takes a while to learn what everything does. Basically, you gotta practice that s**t.
"And the point? The point is to stop these Negaverse assholes from drainin' and killin' yo' friends and family. And everyone else's friends and family. Cuz they be goin' about tryin' to suck this planet dry and turn everyone into goddamn monsters for it. An' I say hell with that, so I find people like you with the potential and wake 'em up to this fight."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2019 9:47 pm
"A civilization?" Her brows rose. Part of her wanted to disbelieve this but Allegra... No, she was all gussied up now, she supposed she would have to call herself 'Valetudo' in this ridiculous gear... Valetudo was not going to argue. After all, she went from wearing a pair of jeans that flattered her a** and a warm sweater to a cheerleader's outfit designed by someone who wanted to hide all the physical characteristics of the cheerleader underneath. She glanced down again, and mentally conceded that whoever designed really liked legs. She wasn't sure she was normally this leggy, honestly, cause it felt like she was suddenly all leg, no tits, no a**... And then she had to control the urge to smack herself because she was getting herself WAY sidetracked. Sure, she did not think she'd be attracting the attention of a night's distraction in this, but apparently, from what this cat was saying, she had other concerns to worry about when she was dressed in this ridiculous get up. "Mmm pity I can't pick what I'm wearing, but it is what it is. Just need to remember to avoid being near the drunks in this outfit, I'll get all the ones with little girl complexes after me, and ew. Anyways." She tilted her head, and considered all of this about random phrases apparently popping into her head and all. "Ok, so I get a weird outfit and magical powers... And I'm out to stop people from draining our world? Draining them of what, exactly? I mean, I'm right with you, draining people of... ANYTHING, especially against their will, sounds evil as ********, I just... What is being taken? Blood?" "Also, is there anything else about this weird change I should be aware of? Like, I don't know, that I'm going to glow in the dark or some s**t?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 11:38 am
"Energy," Faust conceded with a grunt. Gathered up, the large cat suddenly leaned over and fell on his side gracelessly. Then he stretched his back legs out, furry toes apart, and blew a huff. Both front paws folded under his fluffy chest. "They drainin' energy. Like people're walkin' batteries. Maybe that don't sound like much, but imagine bein' held down in an alley against your will. Some a*****e you can't overpower got you pinned, then no matter how much you struggle, you feel like you ran a mile. Then a marathon. Then fifty marathons. Then, just for the hell of it, he reaches into your chest. Into, like through it. Then he grabs your soul, yanks it outta you, and you drop stone cold dead. Ain't that some s**t.
"Ain't. That. Some. s**t." The cat chuffed, then shook out his head. "I ain't about that. And neither are you, now that you got the power to do somethin' about it.
"Now, when you're like that, you're gonna project an aura. Sorta like a homing device, where other people who are powered up too can feel where you at. But it's only a general sense of where you at. You can feel them, too.
"But more important than that, you're hella stronger. Like you can throw a punch twice as hard as before, run twice as fast, and jump the height of a building. Cool s**t. Cool s**t that'll let you get the job done. You won't get too cold or too hot so quick. And best of all, nobody gonna recognize you as Allegro.
"An' when you wanna power down, all you gotta do is think about yo' old self and you'll be normal again. In your usual clothes with whatever the hell else on your person. The Cosmos hold your purse for you while you kickin' a**."
Faust flopped fully onto his side now, his shoulder against the desk, and stretched front paws out with back again. A deep yawn followed. "If you don't got more pressing questions, how 'bout you power down and get us some lunch?" Explaining s**t always gave him a hunger headache.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 5:56 pm
"Energy. Huh." Her brows came together as he spoke, and her jaw dropped a little. "s**t, piss and corruption, that sounds like my favorite part of town is a place those dickweeds would love to hunt. Well, ********." She began to think about how to take care of that. Sure, she was now, apparently, a super-powered girl with magic but she WAS just one, tiny little girl with said magic. "Well then. I know where I might want to focus..." She looked back at him and added "And yes, it is, indeed 'some s**t.' How exactly do they literally reach into my chest? More magic? Like some Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom s**t, or what?" The homing device business made her brows rose, and she tried to figure out how she used it... She finally found herself sort of getting it, feeling a weird warm spot that was where the goddamtalkingcat was, and made note to examine this weird little sense more often. She also made note about all the other stuff he spoke about, the extra abilities and the secret identity and also how the ******** to be her normal goddamn self again because she definitely did not want to go home looking like this. His suggestion had her humming for a moment, an acknowledgement sound but an absent one, because she was still mentally filing this information... And then her brain kicked back into gear. "Mmmm alright, fine." She sighed, and thought about herself... And lords was she grateful he was not bullshitting her about the Cosmos holding her purse, because she'd have been thoroughly MURDERATED by her mother if she lost her grandmother's flute. "Get your furry a** back in the bag, then, Wonder Cat, and I'll take you to get some food. What all do you eat, beyond the cheese I repeatedly bought for you?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 10:53 pm
Was Faust rubbing off on her, or was she always this pottymouthed? Faust wrinkled a feline brow. "I dunno whatever the hell this Doom Temple s**t is, but they reach in and grab like… How the hell would you describe it. Like there never was ribs there to begin with. Like nothin's stopping 'em at all.
"But enough about that. Now that we back on track for food… I'm always down for fish. Any kind of fish. Don't have to bribe me hard for that. But I take chicken too, and pork, and pretty much any meat that falls outta the ********' sky and onto my plate." Faust wiggled his a**, his heels sliding just so along the smooth desk, before he made an arcing leap into the newly-reappeared bag. he scrunched and rummaged and nosed her miscellany around, jabbed with fluffy heels, and finally settled into the rumpling crunch of paper. Old worksheet, maybe. "Just make sure it's fresh. None of that fried s**t. Ain't nobody got time for that fried s**t."
But he wanted that fried s**t. He wanted to lick the breading off and eat the fish sometime afterward, but Quenton told him time and again how eating fried whatever clogged his kitty arteries, and how he was getting fat, and how he needed to take care of himself, and a whole shitload of other facts that Faust didn't care to hear at the time. Faust just went with it for now. No fried s**t.
But maybe, if he hung out with this new girl long enough, she'd turn him onto other good s**t. Healthy whatevers. Seemed like every senshi he went home with had a completely different food preference than the last one, which meant Faust was never out of new dishes to try. All he had to do was keep awakening senshi.
So while he got cozy, waiting for Valetudo to pick him up, he curled into himself to dream of his impending meal. "Wake me up when we get there."aria starstone fin! sorry about the wait, had such a hectic week
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