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 Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 8:27 pm
 Dressed for Distress (********* + Iris + Wolframite)RP linkWhile in the theater district, ********* senses a Negaverse Lieutenant and locates Sailor Iris to deal with the problem. Iris accidentally
lassos up both Wolframite and ********* together, which leads to ********* getting badly injured. Wolframite escapes, but the starseed victim is saved.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:42 pm
Shock to the System (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">Ellie Spectre knew nothing about cats. It wasn't really her fault. She never liked cats, never planned to own a cat, and in all honesty wanted nothing to do with cats.
Then ********* came along.
********* was a talking cat. An annoying talking cat that showed up all the time and interrupted Ellie Spectre's daily schedule.
Today had been no exception.
Except, that stupid cat was injured and unconscious. In the line of duty, the cat sacrificed herself in essence so that Sailor Iris could save the day. Sailor Iris had saved the day, but now Ellie Spectre was left with an unconscious cat. Doing as any person would do that had no idea what to do with an animal, she went to the local vet. She pushed her way to the counter with the little pale gray lump in her arms.
"Found this cat... dunno what happened, but it ain't movin'..."
It was a lie that she didn't know what happened, but what was she supposed to do? Explain how the cat got tied up to an agent of evil by a rainbow? Yeah, that'd fly over well.
The young lady with red hair at the counter signaled for Ellie to set the cat on down, and she did so obediently. The lady (whose name was apparently Cheryl, thank you name tags!) proceeded to lift up ********* upper lip, taking a good look at her gums. They were very pale.
Were they supposed to be that pale?
Cheryl had the answer. "Oh my god, this cat is in shock!" She quickly proceeded to clear the manx cat's airway, located some sort of pillow to set the cat on, then placed some sort of towel over the cat before bringing her into the back room.
And all Ellie could do was watch. Her mind was currently a blur of various obscenities. Cheryl returned and instructed that Ellie sit down in the waiting area as they worked on the cat. "That was very nice of you to do that for a stray" the redhead attempted to compliment. However, Cheryl didn't sound convinced that the cat was a stray at all. Stray cats didn't wear bell collars.
Cheryl took Ellie's hand and patted it slightly "...we'll do what we can, but this isn't something that is easy to work with..."
Wait.
Did the tomboy just get told that there was a chance that ********* might not make it?!
The blonde thudded down into a chair. "Well, f*ck a duck..." She sounded absolutely devastated, even if the cat wasn't hers, as she had told Cheryl. The receptionist squeezed her hand before patting it again, then slipping away back to the counter.
This left Ellie sitting there, leaning her head into her hands, looking down at her feet. What the hell was she supposed to do now? ********* had just been trying to pull a team together, and what did Ellie have to do? She f*cked it up, and probably just killed a guardian cat. The girl hated cats, but you didn't kill a guardian cat! She heaved a sigh before standing up.
Ellie Spectre was not one to take this sort of stuff sitting. She was the one who paced. She was the one who tapped her feet on the ground impatiently. She was the one who physically had to do something to get all of the nervous energy out.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Three hours later, the vet came out to the waiting room. He asked the receptionist about who had brought in the manx, to which the redhead pointed in Ellie's direction. The animal doctor's eyebrows shot up, not expecting some punk-looking teenager to be the Good Samaritan, but the man wandered up to her.
"Miss...?" he uttered, placing a hand on her shoulder carefully.
"Ellie," the girl corrected. Even in a time like this, where she was worrying her head off, she still insisted on being called Ellie over a title like "Miss."
The man pulled his hand back as he corrected himself "Pardon. Ellie... you were the one who brought that manx cat in?"
Her head nodded.
"We've done what we can..."
That didn't sound good.
"...she had a broken leg, and plenty of internal bleeding..." He paused, almost dramatically.
Ellie wasn't the sort to cry. She looked the man in the eyes, her golden eyes seeming a bit glazed over.
"...but she'll make it."
That ten ton weight that had been on Ellie's shoulders. Lifted immediately after the final three words in the vet's statement. She spun around, hand to her head, big sigh of relief easily escaping her.
"Oh f*ck! Don't do that t'me! Son ova' b*tch!" After getting a few more choice curses out, she turned back to the vet. "Would it be possible t'see 'er?"
The man smiled and signaled with his hand for the tall girl to follow him. As they walked into the back room, he explained how ********* would need to stay overnight for observation, but if all went well, she'd be ready for release in the morning.
"The drugs are finally starting to wear off," he explained "So don't expect the cat to be all that alert."
The small pale spotted cat was in a simple cage, her pale green eyes drifting about the room in a slight daze. The drugs she was on were not the sort that made the cat loopy (which was a saving grace for the guardian cat, because she talked lots when loopy), but made a cat sleepy. Her leg was splinted up, and she hadn't noticed that there was some sort of needle stuck in her, giving her body some extra, yet much needed fluid.
This was not a familiar place. That much seemed to be running through the guardian cat's mind. Her mind hadn't quite caught up with her yet, and for the immediate moment, she was living in the present with no recall as to what had happened prior.
"There you go, Ellie... I have to ask though, are you planning to return this cat to its owner?" The blonde girl was kneeling down to the cage as the vet lightly pressed for information. It was the vet's job to make sure the animals were properly taken care of.
"I'll take care of 'er while lookin' round fer her owners," she BS'd on the spot. She pressed a finger up to the cage. "If I can't find th'owners... then I guess I got myself a new pet, right?" She turned to grin to the vet, who seemed okay with this answer, nodding his head slowly.
********* blinked slowly, as if she was sleepy. There was a finger in her resting space. Being a cat, she curiously leaned forward and sniffed the finger. It smelled familiar. The cat didn't think about her actions and merely began to lick the familiar scent.
With the scratchy feeling on her finger, the girl glanced back in the cage. "'Ey, cat! Ya gotta stay 'ere fer th'night so th'doc can make sure yer doin' okay. Whatever th'hell happened t'ya... it was pretty bad." The least Ellie could do was at least explain what was going on.
The voice was familiar too. It was a nice voice, even if it was a bit unpolished. The cat's eyes glanced up and found a familiar face to go with the familiar scent and the familiar voice. She probably would have said "'kay," but a yawn suddenly interrupted the moment.
The vet leaned down and touched Ellie on the shoulders. "Alright, let's go out front and take care of the paperwork now... we don't want you upsetting the other animals..."
The blonde pulled her fingers back. "See ya, cat!" Nothing too sentimental about the departure, yet somehow, there was something a bit different about the way Ellie Spectre had said it.
It almost sounded as if she cared.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:14 pm
So, about your free time... (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">This was the one thing Ellie Spectre never expected to do in at least a million years. Cat haters did not go pick up adorable wee baby kitty from the vet. Yet here the blonde was, walking to the vet with a cat carrier (borrowed from Zuniga's parents), ready to pick up ********* girl made quick work out of the whole sign-and-release thing, claiming that she was going to get the cat licensed and all that jazz. Directions were given about the cat's care, and then the tailless cat was packed into the cat carrier on top of a towel.
********* did not look very pleased.
That was not a good sign for the high school girl. After departing from the vet, Ellie walked a ways away. It was too silent for the tomboy's tastes, despite all the sounds along the streets.
"Ya know... it's okay t'talk, cat... ain't nobody 'round but us..."
Well, just them and the construction workers down the road, who probably couldn't hear a damned thing after all the work they did with loud machinery.
"I don't like carriers..." a voice inside of the carrier whined.
"Sulking isn't going t'fix the situation at all" was the prompt reply.
"...I don't like casts..."
Golden eyes rolled towards the sky for a moment. "If all yer goin' t'do is complain the whole way back, maybe I shoulda kept my mouth shut 'bout ya bein' able t'talk." The girl shook her head, then laughed a bit. Ellie usually didn't laugh with the cat.
********* obviously noticed the difference as well, for the next thing she asked was "Who are you and what have you done with Ellie Spectre?" In all honesty, the manx's voice sounded sincerely concerned that the person holding her captive at the moment was not the Senshi of Rainbows.
The girl stifled a snort and let out a few chuckles before scolding "Don't be stupid, cat... dunno anybody else who talks like a dumb a**, do ya?"
"You have a point." In ********* experience, she had not met anybody who spoke in such an atrociously lazy manner. Some people had accents, some people spoke in slang, and then there was Ellie Spectre, a whole different category altogether. The cat glanced out of the carrier and let out a small sigh as she set her head on her cast.
"I take it I am going to be living with you for a while, yes?"
The girl stopped in step, causing the whole ride to stop for the feline. There was a silence, once again ignoring the construction further behind them now. The girl kicked her foot into the sidewalk slightly, causing the slight sound of plastic scraping against concrete to be heard. "What, did ya think I was gonna dump ya off on the side of th'road while ya can't even walk 'round?"
There was no hesitation in her response.
"Yes."
Now was Ellie's turn to sigh as she began to walk forward again. For a moment, she had to bite her tongue as she rounded the corner, catching sight of some lovey dovey couple who were making a show against the edge of the building.
"Get a room you two!"
Maybe "bite her tongue" was not the most accurate description. The girl offered a cheeky grin to the young couple before dashing forward. The cat in the carrier literally yelped at the sudden change in pace, but that was the only noise she made until the blonde spoke again.
"I kinda owe ya, cat..."
"My name is ********* someone didn't like to get corrected. "God damn it! Fine! I kinda owe ya, ********* style="color: gray">It went unmentioned that it was Sailor Iris' fault as to why ********* was in this condition. It was obvious to the girl, and it was obvious to the cat. Iris' attack had trapped *********. The Negaverse Lieutenant had been smart to take advantage of the snafu. Instead, a curt little "Yes, you owe me quite a bit."
As if the flood gates had been opened, the cat began to let the girl know exactly how she was going to rectify this problem. "Listen, and listen good, Ellie! This is going to make it quite difficult for me to continue doing my job..." Yes, ********* considered being a guardian cat a job "...so you will be patrolling with me. I won't cut into your school time, but you will be my legs when I need to go out."
A pause.
"Also, you obviously need some more training..."
"BULLSH*T I NEED MORE TRAINING!!!"
Good thing there was nobody around, for that would have earned Ellie Spectre plenty of odd stares in her direction.
"I am f*ckin' amazin'!! I totally can fight off whatever enemy there is!"
"No, Ellie, you are wrong!" ********* tone was unusually sharp, but it was necessary at the moment.
"I get it that you are all about fighting with your fists, but that's not enough. You go in, guns a blazing. You fight hard, but you don't fight smart. Your ribbon has so much more potential than you realize. That's what I am going to train you about."
The tomboy was almost home. She could tell by the gravel along the walkways. Her foot easily kicked up some of the loose pebble sized rocks, obviously trying to find some sort of outlet for the anger which was starting to bubble up inside of her. It was almost a role reversal, as now the tomboy sulked with a simple "You f*ckin' suck!"
"You'll die if you don't change your tactics now."
There was a silence that lingered again. The girl walked up to a house that didn't look all that impressive from the outside, hopping steps over the cobble stone pathway to her front door. She set down the carrier and began to fish for the keys from her backpack.
"I hate cats."
The recovering manx just laughed at the comment, not seeming remotely hurt by the statement. "I figured that was the case. Too bad, you're stuck with me, Ellie!"
There was a pause long enough for the girl to pull out her keys and to unlock the front door. The carrier was lifted up again, and one comment was tossed out, as if to move away from the serious subject from before.
"I'm hungry... do you have something I can eat?"
Ellie was doomed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 8:23 pm
Steed, thy name is Iris (Chronos + Iris + ********* style="font-size: 10px">RP link
While on one of their first patrols together after ********* broke her leg, Iris and the manx run into Sailor and Princess Chronos. After a bit of catching
up, ********* manages to get Iris to leave so she and Chronos can talk about more serious matters. At least ********* gets a corndog out of the whole ordeal!
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 12:57 pm
Something Wicked (Iris + ********* + Perseus + Sassolite)RP linkIris and ********* encounter a Negaverse Lieutenant who is about to claim a victim. While Iris distracts the Lieutenant,
********* awakens Sailor Perseus, Senshi of Illusion, by transforming to her humanesque form. Kissing and many questions follow.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 6:00 pm
Big Trouble in Little China (Iris + ********* + Taranis)RP linkA lizard Youma gets on the loose, and two Senshi that are less than willing to work together have to defeat it!
After a few trials, the Youma is defeated, but Taranis suffers Iris' wrath (despite being warned by *********>
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 11:09 pm
Ellie on a Hot Tin Roof (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">"You know, you really aren't as tough as you keep claiming you are."
That was how all of this started. Ellie had no way of preparing for the plans which ********* had processing through her little feline mind. The tomboy had been good and brought the cat down to watch her as she worked in the garage. For being such a small cat, the tailless freak of a cat certainly knew how to grate on Ellie's nerves with her requests. Changes of scenery were frequently requested. Extra food was also on the list of requests. The blonde could seriously swear that the cat was growing quite round already within the span of about a week.
The girl was sitting on a bench in the garage with a part she was tinkering with when the cat had dared to speak. Her eyes immediately found their way to ********* pale green ones. "Th'f*ck you say, cat?" she snorted out in retaliation.
The cat had her head leaning against that stiff cast-wearing leg, staring intently at her girl. "You heard me. You aren't that tough." Even though she was challenging that rough-and-tumble girl from her team, her voice was still absolutely friendly and non-confrontational.
If there was one thing you didn't do, it was challenge how tough Ellie Spectre was. She set her current project down on the bench, stood up, and walked up to where the cat was resting on the washing machine. ********* could easily recognize the swagger on the girl, which was easily a hint that there was going to be some profanity in her near future.
"You gotta be f*ckin' blind, ya stupid a** cat! All those other retards that call themselves senshi rely on special powers... can't fight worth a damn! Yer lucky I'm gonna teach Metis how t'fight fer real!"
"No, last I checked, Metis was the blind one, not me," was the calm response from the spotted feline, eyes still absolutely fixed upon Ellie. She rolled her head slightly against the blue cast on her leg. "Well, I honestly don't see a 'bad a**.' Sure, you can fight, but you also have a temper, and if you don't want to do something, you just don't do it."
There was a pause, and then the low blow.
"At least the blind girl is willing to patrol from the roof tops."
Ellie only seemed to prove the cat's point, for suddenly she picked ********* up by the scruff of the neck. She was practically growling out four words: "I don't do roofs!"
As if Ellie's response was not acceptable, the feline's form simply seemed to melt from the usual feline one into one of a girl. The cast on her now-arm seemed to melt away completely, leaving the injured arm dangling limply at her side. With her still able arm, she reached back behind her head and swatted away the girl's fingers away from her neck.
"That's the problem," the cat earred girl stated in a very familiar voice. "You're scared, and when you're scared, you just shut down." ********* looked Ellie up and down, and found a rather shocked face there staring at her.
"Oh stop that! You've seen me like this before!"
"...But what if somebody sees you?!"
"Oh baaaah! There's nobody around!" Dismissively, she waved her left hand at the girl before she turned to take a look at the reluctant senshi's project. She picked up a wrench, seeming to weigh it in her hand carefully as she turned to face Ellie.
"Also, it's easy enough to change back... or I can rather easily just say I'm a normal girl wearing a weird costume. I don't have a tail, so I blend in better than most of the other guardians." With a small giggle, she winked at Ellie.
Why the hell would she wink at Ellie?!
It took Ellie a moment or two to fully recover from the initial shock of just suddenly having cat go to cat-girl, but when she did, the first thing she asked was "What th'hell are ya doin'?!" Her finger pointed accusingly at the wrench in ********* hand.
********* walked, turning towards the blonde and waving the wrench-holding hand at her, signaling she should follow after her. Even in this form, her pale green eyes still had that awful tendency to stare at whoever she was talking to. "Well, since you are convinced that you are tough, I am going to test this theory." She rounded out of the garage and glanced up to the roof.
"One, two, three, UPSY DAISY!" Before Ellie could argue about it, ********* literally threw the wrench from her hand up and on the roof. The moment the tool was out of her hand, she shrunk back to her usual form, complete with cast on leg.
"OH MY F*CKIN' GOD, YOU GOTTA BE SH*TIN' ME, CAT!!! THAT WAS HANK'S WRENCH! F*CKIN' HANK'S WRENCH!!!!" Hands were in her own hair as the blonde pulled at her own locks, cursing rather loudly so any of the neighbors could have heard. Why Ellie Spectre would be cursing so loudly about a cat, they'd never really understand, but she was, in fact, cursing about a cat. After pacing a few times back and forth past the cat, a voice managed to catch her attention.
"Go fetch."
Ellie was seething with anger and once more picked ********* up by the scruff of her neck and dragged her back into the garage, plopping her down less than gently on the washing machine again.
"What. The. HELL?!!"
Even though she was getting yelled at, right in the face, getting flecks of spit in her face and nasty breath polluting her nose, ********* did not seem very upset at all. In fact, she was still smiling in that friendly fashion.
"You remember Taranis? The boy you couldn't help on the rooftop because you were too scared to jump up on a roof? Well, I'm going to tell it to you straight. That's not acceptable. What would have happened if he died? What would have happened if his starseed was stolen, because you were too selfish to jump up on a roof for a minute to defeat a youma?"
Casually, she paused and began to lick her good forepaw. She began to speak again when she began to run her paw past her head to groom herself slightly. "You need to stop crying me that river, build a bridge, and get over it. Metis may need to learn to fight, but there are things you need to learn too."
Ellie was not a clever girl. So when her response was merely "I f*ckin' hate cats," it wasn't a surprise in the slightest.
"This is your training for today. Go get that wrench back."
A few more curses escaped the tomboy's lips as she exited the garage. It took her a full twenty minutes, but when she returned, she clanged the wrench down right in front of guardian cat.
"There, ya stupid cat!" she snarled out. She was still fuming with anger, and her words were ridiculously saturated with sarcasm as she asked "Anythin' else I can do fer ya, yer high and mighty catness?"
Without any hesitation, the feline simply nodded her head so that a cheerful little jingle from her bell rang out. "Oh yes, can you take me back upstairs? I was hoping to get a small nap in."
*********, guardian cat, and the perfect anti-Ellie. With an absolutely serious expression, the tomboy grudgingly did as told. At least now Ellie would be able to get some work done.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 12:07 am
You Broke the Cat? (Lilith + Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 10px">RP link
Lilith comes to learn that ********* is injured and makes a trip to Ellie's house to visit.
Ellie, as usual, is difficult to get along with, but leaves Lilith with some food for thought.
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 11:44 pm
Unsolved Mysteries...sort of They never realized it. They always blamed it on somebody else in the house. Mr. and Mrs. Spectre blamed the disappearance of food on their growing teenage daughter. Ellie just blamed it on her parents not buying enough groceries.
********* knew the reality of the whole thing.
Nobody suspected anything of the cat with a broken leg. Even Ellie, the girl who knew the cat was more than just a mere cat, seemed to underestimate the injured manx.
The day always started off the same. Ellie woke up early, and was soon enough was out the door. ********* could have remained sleeping, much like any other normal cat. However, she was sometimes just too active for her own good.
Sure, her bum leg prevented her from wandering around on her four legs. That little blue cast on her leg was heavier than it looked. However, she wasn't a normal cat. She had been around the block so many times that she knew this neighborhood was relatively safe. There was never any hesitation when she heard that slam of the door to suddenly transform into her other form. It was much more convenient to have two legs to walk on instead of all four limbs.
She'd stand up, letting her right arm dangle limply at her side and let herself out of the room and down the stairs. In contrast to the heavy steps of the tomboy, her feet hardly made a sound as she practically flew down the stairs. It had at first just been a simple temptation, but now it was an everyday routine. First stop was the kitchen.
There were always so many different things to choose from. Leftovers, microwaveable meals, including Ellie's infamous microwaveable burritos, and sometimes, if she was lucky, some sort of sweets that Mrs. Spectre had purchased. Ellie, as she had learned, had no tolerance for sweets. Yet Ellie's mother (thank goodness) had the opposite problem. She loved her sweets, pastries, and baked goods. This meant that in her early morning raids, the catgirl was able to lay claim to all sorts of wonderful treats.
"Oh... that's right, they had some tuna casserole last night!" ********* couldn't help but let out some sort of purring sound as she managed to pull out the tray with her good arm. It was ugly to look at, and rather burnt, but if there was one person (or cat) in this entire world who could manage to eat it without getting a sore stomach, ********* was the right one for the job.
She sat herself at the dining room table, propping her injured arm along the edge as she dug in with a fork.
It was the first of many trips to the kitchen for the day. And sadly, the Spectre family would never know. All that Ellie would ever see from the cat was a knowing smile.
Some mysteries were meant to remain unsolved after all.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 11:12 am
Cat got your tongue? (********* + Iris + Kremersite)RP linkDescription will go here
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 10:15 am
Christmas in June (********* + Iris + Boreas)RP linkAnother encounter in a bakery that turns into a disaster. At least this time the baker is saved thanks to a combination of Sailor Boreas and Sailor Iris!
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 2:11 pm
News Delay (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">"You aren't at school."
That was how all of this began. It was one thing to have a cat in the household, and it was another to have an annoying cat that could talk in the household. At least normal cats couldn't question simple things such as why one was at home rather than at school for the day.
Even with the new free time, Ellie was not one for sleeping in. She didn't know the meaning of it. Even during summer time, she woke up just as early as on a school day, merely so she could spend plenty of time working on her projects.
"...well... what if I'm sick?" The blonde wasn't sick. It was obvious.
"You aren't sick." Pale green eyes were now fixed on the teenager, a sort of curious expression to the feline's features.
"Ya don't keep up with th'news, do ya, cat?" Since she was spending the day at the house, she decided to be nice and carry the cat down the stairs with her as she went to go make herself a "healthy" breakfast (which meant 2 microwave burritos instead of one). It was the least she could do since the cat couldn't really do it herself. That cast on her leg was really a clunky looking thing.
With each step the girl took, ********* collar jingled out a bit. They had made it to the stairs when the cat mentioned "It isn't like you have a television in your room." This was a fact. The Spectres had one television in the house. It was a lovely big screen TV downstairs. Usually the only time the cat heard the murmur of the TV from upstairs was when the family was eating dinner together as a family. Such only happened once in a blue moon.
Ellie's shoes clattered against the hardwood floor as she hopped the last few steps in a large skipping motion. She then went to the dining room table and dropped the cat off there.
"Well, guess I can handle fillin' ya in. It's been all over th'news." With the cat safely deposited on the table's surface, the girl meandered into the kitchen, letting her voice grow louder merely for the cat's benefit.
"Apparently a big chunk of Central DC like... just all passed out at th'same time. Like... I'd say maybe hundreds of people maybe?" There was a pause for the sound of the freezer getting opened up along with some plastic being crinkled and ripped open. "No clue what happened... jus' all fell over like they were in a coma or somethin'."
There was a small beeping noise as she set in the time on the microwave for the little morsels of breakfast goodness. Soon there was a slight hum of the microwave to accompany their conversation.
"...so, let me see if I've got this straight. There has been a situation in the city where a large number of people in a similar region just randomly up and passed out? And you didn't tell me?!" ********* never really sounded like she got angry. It wasn't in her nature to get that way. However, she did sound a bit distressed at the information she just learned.
A pair of golden eyes peered around the corner of the kitchen to glance back at the manx. "Well, I kinda thought ya already knew. Yer a magical cat..." There was a pause. "...or somethin'..." She shrugged and retreated back into the kitchen.
"I figgered if it was a big deal, ya would'a come t'me 'bout it."
If the cat had a response, she held off for soon enough a loud beeping sound interrupted the conversation a bit. "Food's done!" Eagerly, the tomboy pulled out her stash of burritos and wandered back to the table where the cat's green eyes were fixed on her.
"Don't assume anything. When you assume, you make an a** of U and me." Had it been Astraea that said this, the tone would have been snippier.
There was an undramatic pause, and then the cat asked "Can you cut me a piece of your burrito? I'm hungry."
"Yer always hungry, ya stupid cat."
"If I was stupid, I wouldn't be able to talk."
With a slight grumbling noise, the tomboy tore a small section of one of her burritos off for the cat, setting it nearby.
"It's hot, so don't dig in right away."
Despite how hungry the cat was (though, in all honesty, Ellie was correct in saying ********* was always hungry), the cat attempted to be patient. Yet, she still ended up blowing some puffs of air at the steaming lump of beans, cheese, and tortilla. Between puffs, she put out some food for thought.
"You realize that this could have been an attack by the Negaverse? Or something worse? People don't just randomly pass out for no reason in an area. At least, pass out inexplicably. If it was some sort of airborne disease, they would have already figured it out."
"...'ere... lemme do it!" The blonde leaned over the small wad of burrito and blew rather heavily. The steam dissipated, and when it returned, it was a much lighter version of what had been there before.
The cat nodded her head with a single jingle to accent the motion and offered a simple "Thank you!"
"Whatever."
Since the piece of food seemed cool enough, the cat ducked her head in and stuffed the whole chunk in her mouth all at once. With a bit of chewing, she then informed Ellie of their plans for today.
"Since.... mmmmnnn... you don't... have any school.... today..." The cat paused to smack her mouth a few times and then swallowed. "...we'll be using this time to go to the hospital."
"What?! No! God damn it, cat! I was goin' t'use this time t'work on the Vortex... Mother f*ckin' piece of sh*t!!"
Ellie didn't approve. Obviously. Two golden eyes were now glaring at the cat, yet the cat's eyes remained ever calm as they looked back.
"You can work on your car at any time. You know that, Ellie."
As if grasping for ways to get out of this job, the girl pointed out "Well, they won't let cats in th'hospital!!!"
"I can fit in your backpack." ********* had already thought of how she was getting in.
"I'd change into my other form, but it isn't safe for me to wander around like that in a place that is so crowded, Ellie."
The tomboy had easily finished off her breakfast, and stood up when she had finished. She marched in the kitchen to dispose of her plate and the plastic wrappers, then marched back.
"We'll leave at noon."
"We should leave now."
The girl pounded a fist on the table. "We'll leave at noon, and ya better be damned grateful that we're goin' at all! Not everyone lets a damned cat boss'em 'round!"
The cat's ears folded back slightly at the aggressive tone her girl was taking, but she didn't let her voice deceive her emotions. "Very well," she stated calmly. "Noon it shall be then."
With a snort, the tomboy wandered back up the stairs, leaving the cat on the table. The next time they would talk to each other was at noon, when it was time to go. And they really didn't have a lot to say.
Either way, they had a job to do.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 5:10 pm
So many faces, so little left (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">Ellie's backpack was heavier than usual. It probably had to do with the stowaway of a feline taking up most of the space in the denim bag. As she walked into the hospital, the tomboy couldn't help but complain in a hushed voice "Yer fat, cat."
Her bag just squirmed slightly at the insult, but fortunately ********* realized it was not her place to talk at the moment. A hospital was not usually a place for a cat, no matter how well meaning the visit might have been.
The blonde tomboy wandered in and checked in with the front desk. Who was she checking in on? Her cousin. Was her cousin really there? No, not really, but the hospital didn't need to know that little tidbit of information. Hospital staffing was a bit lacking due to how stretched thin they were, so she was able to get in with relatively little hassle. Once more, Ellie was wandering, but this time it was down a hallway, her feet slapping against the tiles rather than clicking delicately like a woman in heels.
Eenie meanie miney moe! Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go. Eenie meanie miney moe!
Perhaps it was a childish way to decide which door to go into, but when she hit the second mental moe, it was decided she'd go into the doorway that looked like all the other ones. It made sense why so many horror movies took place in hospitals. It could be pretty creepy for everything to essentially look the same.
She swung into the room, not really expecting to see anybody she knew. Yet, surprisingly the ash blonde on the hospital bed was very familiar. Wasn't he...?
"...Sailor Boreas?"
The bag hanging from Ellie's shoulders wriggled impatiently at the mention of the Senshi of Winter. She didn't speak, but she let the tomboy know that she wanted out NOW.
Golden eyes rolled slightly. There wasn't anybody in the room that was conscious, so the tomboy quickly took care of some things. First thing she did was shut the door to the room and blocked it off with one of the chairs. Fire hazard, perhaps, but that wasn't really important to her at the moment. Then she wandered over to the the slumbering Noel and dumped her bag on the bed. "Out with ya, cat!" With a swift motion, the bag was unzipped.
"FINALLY!!!" The cat's head popped out, gasping for some fresh, cool air for her tiny kitty lungs. After a few exaggerated breaths, the manx's head finally turned to the boy on the bed. "No."
Almost like a child, ********* then made a demand.
"Put me on his chest now!"
"Eesh... what's the big deal?" Obediently (for once), the tomboy picked up the cat and placed her on the boy's chest. Even with somebody she somewhat knew there on the bed unconscious, the blonde still did not seem to understand the severity of the whole ordeal.
The spotted cat pressed herself as flat as she could on the boy's body. It was almost as if she was trying to feel for something. She squirmed in place, as if trying to reset her position, but still found absolutely nothing she could sense. The small manx seemed to be straining herself, since her one leg was really awkward to work with, but she could suffice. Eventually, her ears seemed to fall flat upon her head.
"No, this isn't good... not good at all..."
"Okay, so Boreas..."
"Be respectful and call him his normal name in this form!" the cat sharply reminded the girl.
"Fine... Noel is in a coma. It happens. What's th'big deal?" The 17 year old really was anything but sympathetic at times.
"You really are clueless, aren't you? Do you not know anybody who has had their starseed stolen?" If the cat was able to stand and turn to face her steed, she would have. Instead, the feline awkwardly seemed to roll to the side so her face was able to somewhat look at Ellie, leaving her fluffy belly exposed. It was pretty cute in all honesty...
...but Ellie was not really the sort to get swayed by the power of cute. At least power of cute coming from a feline. "So yer sayin' his starseed was ganked?" Her voice was unconvinced, but she at least seemed more willing to listen as her eyebrow shot up inquisitively.
"Normally, I'd say yes... but I think this is something far larger than the Negaverse. They don't have the power to take out a whole section of the city at one time." The cat wanted to pace. If she could pace, she would have. Yet, she couldn't. She was just stuck laying with her belly up to the ceiling.
Maybe Ellie was dense, or maybe she was just being a douche. It was hard to tell at times. Yet her next question hit straight to the point.
"So ya don't know?"
"...sadly, that's correct." A puff on her chest rose and sunk as she sighed. "I thought it was strange I wasn't sensing very many starseeds despite being someplace so crowded." Flopping her body back so her stomach was no longer skyward, she grudgingly suggested "We should go home. Looks like we won't get any answers here..."
The tomboy picked up the cat, awkwardly as always. "Don't let it bug ya so much" Ellie's voice gruffly stated in an attempt to offer comfort. A very failing attempt to offer comfort.
"No... it's not that easy, Ellie. I am a guardian. My purpose is to serve and protect." The manx's ears unpinned from her head. She might have been sad and disappointed at how things were going, but that was no excuse for a frown.
"Whatever, cat..." Just like before, the cat was placed back into the denim backpack. With a zip and a removal of a chair from the door, the tomboy made her exit. There was nothing more they could do today.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 5:15 pm
How many apples today? (********* + Iris + Marcella)RP linkAnother senshi is located with five youma trailing her. Enter Iris and *********>
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 10:09 am
In the Ashes (All Senshi/Cavs/Cats)RP linkSolely linking the RP as a place marker for the event.
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