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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 8:48 pm
Christmas Aftermath? words Link
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 6:39 pm
Space Hobbits906 words Link Pomona had been told that Senshi could visit their home planets. She had also heard that those Senshi that had gone home had been greeted by planets in various states of decay. What research she had done had revealed that Pomona was an asteroid, so she hadn’t been too keen to visit a decrepit, abandoned asteroid. Was there gravity? How would she breathe? So many question.
After the Christmas Eve debacle, Pomona wanted to do something new, something to take her mind off things. It seemed like a good time to go on an intergalactic vacation. Finished with her patrol – walking from her house to dorm could be considered a patrol – Pomona fished out a piece of paper and left her roommate a note.
“ E.T. phone home.”
Figuring that would have to do, she pulled out her red cell phone and punched some numbers into the little device. She closed her eyes when she saw sparkles, held her breath when felt a disconcerting sensation….
… and was hot. Really hot. The unexpected heat caused her to let out her breath in a whoosh. It felt like she had stepped into a hothouse or something. Granted, she certainly preferred heat to cold, but this was a bit ridiculous. She had been there for less then a minute and she was already sweating. Wasn’t space supposed to be cold?
She opened her eyes and blinked, squinting her eyes against the sun. When she could finally see, her jaw dropped in disbelief. She was standing on rock road that sported a generous ruts, holes, and weeds. It was skinny, so skinny that she could reach her arms out and touch the towering plantlife that lined it. In an experiment she did just that, wincing when something pricked her finger; stupid plants had thorns!
Quickly retracting her arms, she stood on her toes, trying to see over the weeds-on-space-steroids, but could only see the wooden tip of something about the sea of green. A roof, maybe? Pomona hurried down the path, carefully keeping her arms tucked at her sides.
As she got closer to whatever it was she had seen, the plants gradually grew shorter and less dense. The path led up the gentle slope of a small hill, and when Pomona got to the top, she laughed. She laughed and laughed, clutching her sides as she doubled over. Surely not! It was a joke!
Ahead was a collection of rolling hills, little worn paths meandering between them. The plants were – well, not tame, but certainly not as obnoxious and weedy here. It was pretty, in a leafy, overgrown sort of way. The first hill was nearly covered in crawling vines, obscuring everything except the partially collapsed roof of what looked suspiciously like a gazebo. But the other hills, those not covered in ivy, they were what had caused Pomona’s mirth.
Several of the hills had neat, round little windows peering out from there sides. Some of them had little arched doorways visible from where she stood, each door having what looked like a little round knob stuck in the middle. If the doors had been round, it would have been perfect. Putting aside the rotting fences, crumbling paving stones, and overgrown monstrosities that may or may not have once been hedges, Pomona would have sworn she had stepped onto the set for The Shire from The Lord of the Rings. Her mother would have kittens if she could see this place.
Eager to get closer to the little alien-Hobbit homes, Pomona broke into a run, tripped on a root, and tumbled down the path. Landing on her back, she stared dazedly at the sky, trying to figure out was wrong. Well, you know, other then realizing that Tolkien clearly had been a Pomonian. Pomonese? Whatever.
The weeds were weed-like enough, and the ground was ground-like enough, and the sky was a nice, normal blue, with the exceptions of those annoying reflections and- ah. Yes, well, that was odd. The sky was crisscrossed by a latticework of steel, holding up panes of glass. This structure in the sky was curved slightly, and it was then that things clicked into place. Planet Pomona was a hothouse. A giant freakin’ hothouse that grew Space Hobbits and monster weeds, and- peppers!
Ah ha, peppers! Pomona scrabbled to her hands and knees, crawling over to investigate the familiar looking red fruits growing on a nearby shrub. The peppers were surprisingly small, but smooth a bright, bright red. This pleased Pomona; as the Senshi of Peppers, her planet damn well better have peppers. Reaching out, she plucked one off and nibbled on the end. It was almost sweet, which was surprising. Eyeing the pepper with suspicion, she tossed it aside and was standing to continue on to the little Hobbit homes when she felt her hands begin to burn.
Uh-oh.
Pomona whimpered, then gasped and began to pant. The heat had been delayed, and damn, that was a one hot pepper! Vision obscured by tears, she grabbled with her cell phone, desperately punching in numbers. She remembered whining, then feeling that push-pull sensation…
And the next thing she remembered was desperately chugging away at a half gallon of milk. It had been full, so where the other half gallon of milk had gone she didn’t know, but Pomona found she didn’t particularly care either. Jalapeños, even freshly grown, had nothing on that Planet Pomona Pepper. Nothing.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 10:52 pm
[Prom-ORp] It's Friday, Friday!? words Link Everyone and their dog went in a limo to Prom. Rose liked to be different, so a limo just wouldn’t do. It had taken several tea-drinking sessions with her grandmother, but she had convinced the Sullivan matriarch to let old Chevy out of the garage. Of course, that didn’t mean Rose would be allowed to drive it – Rose’s father would do that – but that didn’t make Rose any less excited.
Rose wasn’t embarrassed that her father was driving them, but nevertheless, she eagerly nudged Sydney out of the care when they arrived. Food, music, and an excuse to dress up! This was going to be great! At least, that’s what she thought until she heard the music.
“ Bieber?!” She gagged. “ Blegh!”
~*~
Rosa allowed herself to be tugged along, ribbing her friend as she went.
" You know Sydney, by the time we get out of college my grandmother might let you ride one of her bicycles."
Rosa knew Sydney had wanted to drive the car. Heck, Rosa had wanted to drive it since she had first laid eyes on it as a wee little midget, but her grandmother just didn't like others using stuff. Plus she didn't think her grandmother would ever see Rosa and her generation as more then children.
" Grating on nerves? Yeah, it does that, but I'd take a good ol' Rick-roll over the Bieber-Beaver."
At the buffet table, something quickly caught Rosa's eye. " Ooh, cocktail shrimp! You think they've got some hotsauce around here that I could put on them?"
Not the most proper way to eat them, but Rosa didn't care; hotsauce made everything better.
~*~
“ That she is; a cruel woman who’ll never see us as more then children.” At least, that’s how it often seemed to Rosa.
“ Oh yes, Bieber fever has gotten to me. It’s inducing nausea and sarcasm. The remedy is something spicy.”
Rosa grabbed two plates an a handful of the desired shrimp. Spying a bottle of hot sauce further down the table, she grabbed it too. She gave a plate of the undoctored shrimp to Sydney before lovingly dousing her own and popping one in her mouth.
“ Mm. Better.”
Spicy stuff wasn’t for everyone, but as the Senshi of Peppers it would be sad indeed if Rosa didn’t like spicy foods.
“ Ooh, my roommate Aurora is in the running for prom Queen. Anyone you know in the court?”
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 2:15 am
 Prom had been fun. Although the choice in music had been questionable, the food and company had been great. Rosa was particularly proud of the fact that she had been able to spend the whole night in heels without breaking her ankle or walking like Frankenstein; a benefit to the whole Senshi-business.
Of course, Destiny City being what it was, the night could not be a simple, joyous affair. No, no, no; what sort of special event would prom night be without some sort of epic battle? Rosa had hoped that prom would be an exception, but when she felt first one, then two dark, powerful energy signals flair up, she knew that was not to be the case.
Well, damn.
Jogging toward the energy signals, Rosa transformed in a conveniently located port-a-potty. Pomona stopped to pull one droopy child’s face out of his pizza so he wouldn’t die a cheesy (har har) death, ignoring the fact that both his parents had slid to the sidewalk to seemingly take impromptu naps. After all, she was a Senshi, not a sleep therapist.
As she got closer to the sources of energy, Pomona slowed down, stopping before she reached the corner. She hadn’t bothered to think about what, exactly, she’d do. Well, no, she had grabbed some stuff off the boy’s table back at the pizza parlor, so she had ammunition. So, a plan:
1.) Stop/hurt/kill enemy. 2.) Don’t get killed.
Back-up Plan: Run away.
Good plan. It had worked before. Well, it had resulted in Pomona not taking a trip to the hospital; that counted for something, right? Right.
Pomona stepped around the corner, took in the scene, managed not to wet herself at the sight of the General Queen, and charged forward, throwing a glass shaker of parmesan cheese at the strangely familiar youma. The youma kinda made her think of Justin Bieber, which would explain a lot actually, but-
Wait. Waaaiiiit.
“ Prom night cannot be interrupted by a multi-million dollar pop-brat youma! There’s got to be a rule against that somewhere!”
Bieber had been turned into a youma. Well, that or he had been a youma all along. Didn't matter, the sentiment stood.
~*~
After throwing the cheese shaker, Pomona decided that perhaps it would be wise to put a bit more thought behind her attacks. She had decided that it would be wise to team up with a battle buddy, so she had started to look around for a familiar face; Motley Crew, Basterds, whoever. Of course, being unable to look in two directions at once, Pomona did not see the youma shoot out its spikes until she felt a rather sharp, uncomfortable sensation in her shoulder.
Huh. She was pretty sure that spike hadn’t been there before. That was going to be hard to explain to her parents.
Pomona went off to the side and pulled out the offending spike. She then tugged at her orange wrap, ripping it off after a couple tries and hastily wrapping her shoulder; that would have to do.
~*~
Still having one piece of ammunition handy, Pomona braced herself before leaping back into the fray, this time hurling a shaker of red pepper flakes at the youma. Hey, maybe it would do extra damage since she was the Senshi of Peppers? One could only hope.
~*~
That… seemed to have actually done some damage. Pomona would’ve never expected that. Feeling slightly more hopeful – maybe she was useful after all! – Pomona cupped her hands and shouted:
“ Pomona Pepper Poppers!”
The magical fruit appeared, which she carefully shifted to her good arm and then flung at the Bieber youma. After that, she was busy dodging angry little birds, doing what she thought were awesome Matrix-like moves, but probably looked more like drunken flailings or a seizure.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 9:03 pm
A Tisket, A Tasket? words Link Sailor Pomona, Level-up!
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:15 pm
Youma Hunting Contest428 words Link Pomona was late, a straggler amongst the stragglers. Her feathery hair was blown every which way from her run to the warehouse, doing an excellent impression of a lopsided cotton ball. Ducking into the back, Pomona tried to avoid notice as she caught her breath and tried to smooth her hair back into some semblance of normalcy. Getting herself together at last, she made to approach the strange group. Seeing as how she was her roommate, Pomona had been aware of Polaris’ power-up. She had also heard about Europa’s promotion, and had suspected that Maia had gotten one too. Castor was a familiar face, up until he… he… Pomona stopped, her face scrunching up. Wings? Castor? Prince? Prince Castor?!
The Senshi of Pepper’s brain was broken.
‘ Does. Not. Compute.’
The following explanation offered by Pollux was, thankfully, not heard/understood by the mentally struggling Senshi, otherwise she might have had a fit.
~*~
Having conveniently zoned out to grapple with the new revelation of Castor’s royalty, Pomona missed the part about Lina having formerly been Linarite. A very good thing, considering how the last encounter Pomona had with Linarite had involved her and that hell-a-freaky purple General trying to kill Castor. Pomona still had nightmares about that particular night. As it was, the Senshi of Peppers was blissfully unaware of this, so once her brain finally rebooted, she happily popped up by Polaris’ side. “ Youma killing contest, eh? I’m game!” A pause as a thought occurred to Pomona. “ Er, we can team up with people, right?” Pomona was better at handling youma then Negas, but, well, there weren’t many scenarios in which magic peppers made for a fearsome weapon. She was better at distracting and corralling youma then she was at killing them.
~*~
Pomona took the camera, nodding. “ Yeah, I don’t work so well alone. All I can do is throw peppers.” Hooray for stupid magic powers! It was good for a laugh at least. Well, until she actually needed to, you know, defeat something. She’d have to grab one of the stronger people present someone so they could save her hide if needed. Speaking of… Pomona looked carefully at the guy that had given her the camera, and then at the glowing girl that apparently with customer. All this talk about knights and Cosmos and purification had her head spinning. She retreated to Maia’s side, muttering under her breath,“ I think I missed something.” It should have been easy, really, but Pomona’s big brain refused to string the conversation together to get: Lina – (Purification + Cosmos) = Linarite.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:22 pm
Youma Hunter Award Dinner453 words Link
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:27 pm
Can't Eat This Chicken!? words LinkSuper Pomona rescues her cousin Odette from a youma.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 8:54 am
Just Another Day in the Neighborhood??? words Link
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 10:20 am
September in the Rain??? Words LinkSuper Pomona meets Sailor Aster and fights Lt. Osumilite. A shoe gets thrown.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 12:17 am
Cooking for Fifty550 words Link Pomona burst into the kitchen, a large basket held in her arms.
" Fresh produce!" She huffed, gladly setting it on a table.
Relieved of her burden, the Senshi of Peppers took the chance to look around the kitchen. Pollux and Polaris were familiar faces, but she couldn't say as much about the other two. Heck, she couldn't even tell if that purple-haired boy was a Senshi or one of those knight-things!
" I'm Pomona and I can cook if you all could use another pair of hands."
~*~
“ I... can't say I remember you. What are you the Senshi of? I'm the Senshi of Peppers."
As Pomona spoke to Grus her eyes were darting around the room.
" I'm not ignoring you, I promise, I'm just putting myself to work." She said to Grus before she grabbed a pot - looked like it had been found courtesy of Polaris - and began rooting around for knives. They needed to be cleaned along with the vegetables, so with a nod to Pollux she tugged off her lacy gloves and set to washing.
" I've got sweet potatoes, tomatoes, cucumber, collard greens, and okra. I've also got bayleaf, some bananas, and peppers of course."
She looked up at Grus and the others and grinned mischievously. " I guess I'm not allowed to slip the civilians any hot peppers, am I?"
This... this was where Pomona felt comfortable. She was far more in her element in the kitchen then she was on the battlefield. She felt like she'd actually be useful here, which made her a very happy ginger indeed.
~*~
Wait a minute, hold the phone. Cosmos was a person? There were more of these knight-people? Someone purified Lina?
“ All right, I seem to have missed a lot.” Pomona said, looking up from the now-clean pot she had filled with water to boil. She waved a wooden spoon in Naica’s direction.
“ You’re, like, the third knight I’ve met. I guess there’s knights for every planet then?”
What? Pomona had been stuck to rescuing cats and dusting youma for nearly five months, she was still catching up on everything she had missed.
“ I don’t think I’ve ever met Cosmos,” then she added, almost to herself, “ Have I?”
Pomona prided herself on having a good memory, so she didn’t think she’d ever met Cosmos, but considering the strangeness of magic she couldn’t be sure.
Shaking her head, she turned to Maia. “ I could use a chopped tomato and a couple of chopped peppers.”
Pomona fished in her basket and pulled out some peppers that she knew to be on the mild end of the spectrum, as well as some okra that she planned to tackle.
~*~
“ A Pomona Knight?”
This possibility had never occurred to Pomona, so it nabbed her imagination when Maia brought it up, but it was just as quickly dismissed.
“ Pfffffft, ha ha! No no no, I don’t think there were any Pomona Knights. What would they do there, sit around and collect dust?” Realizing that might’ve seemed a bit rude to the Knight in the room, Pomona added, “ I don’t know what I did on Pomona, so I doubt my planet had any use for use for Knights.”
The mentions of other planets did perk Pomona’s interest.
“ So what are your planets like, if I’m allowed to be nosy?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:59 am
Returning From Sabbatical1,038 words Link ((OOC Note: Occured prior to meeting Princess Ares))
Dear Diary,
It's been a while since I've thought about writing. I probably should have, but I didn't. A lot has happened since I last wrote, so I guess I should fill in the gaps before I get into what actually prompted me to write today.
Around Christmas time, there was this snow-alien that appeared, wanting to rule Earth. She was powerful, and apparently she didn't amuse the Negas any more then she did us Senshi. As very rarely happens, Senshi and Nega fought together against this threat. Of course, that didn't mean the Negas played nice the whole time. Some of them - Wolframite, Tanzanite, Linarite - got Castor alone and tried to corrupt him. I don't know if I was the first to notice, but I was one of the first to try and help him.
After several Senshi had appeared along with myself, Tanzanite seemed to realize that they weren't going to achieve their goal. She looked at me before threatening all of us with corruption instead of death.
This encounter... it wasn't easy. I didn't actually fight Tanzanite; goodness knows what a wreck I would have been afterwards, assuming I survived. Still, I'm not what I'd call a brave person. I didn't even think before I ran to Castor's aide - it was instinct more then anything - but when the whole situation caught up with me later, I nearly had a breakdown. I, some low-level Senshi with peppers for magic, had run towards a potential encounter with two negaverse Generals and a Captain. I should have died. If so many other Senshi hadn't been there, I would have, or worse, I might have been corrupted.
Thinking about it still gives me shivers, but at least I'm thinking about it. For months I buried my head in the sand, avoiding Negas altogether whenever possible. I stuck to helping old ladies cross the street, getting cats out of trees, and dusting weak youma. In short, I was being a coward.
During this time, I discovered that it was possible for me to visit Planet Pomona, so I did. I think mother might have been a Pomonian in her past life, what with her obsession with Tolkien. Planet Pomona looks suspiciously like The Shire, or at least the houses in the hills - and I literally mean in the hills - do. The planet seems abandoned, but from what I've gathered from other Senshi, all the planets are. As a matter of fact, my planet is better off then most.
Planet Pomona looks like all the people and their belongings vanished; just vanished. The buildings I've seen seem to be in good shape, though empty. The main thing though is the plant life; oh, the plants! Obviously Pomona was an agricultural planet, and without people to keep them trimmed and tamed, they've grown wild. There are weeds the size of small trees, and the fields are so overgrown that you can't see over the tops of them. Many of the plants are still fruitful, especially the pepper plants. I've learned the hard way that I need to be exceedingly cautious of the peppers on my planet; I suppose I should have known that.
One day I got this text message on my Senshi phone advertising a youma hunting contest. I could handle youma, plus I was feeling bad about being less active in my duties then I should be, so I signed up to participate. The first youma I killed was a licorice youma; go figure. Shortly after that I tracked down Iris, and thus *********, hoping to apologize to the Guardian Cat for accidentally hitting her with my attack during the Snow Witch battle. I made her some jalapeno corn bread, which sadly she found too hot, but Iris seemed to like. After talking a bit, ********* gave me a level boost, said it would help me be braver.
So I'm a Super Senshi now. My uniform is more detailed now, but I've yet to use my new upgraded attack. I certainly hope that it is more useful then my old attack. I still can't help but wonder why there's a Senshi of Peppers to begin with; seems pretty silly. I mean, I guess people in space had to eat too, but to have warriors with food-based attacks? Come on.
Anyway, I ended up killing four or five youma for the contest. I didn't win, but it felt good to be useful again and to see other Senshi that I hadn't seen in a while. I realized that I missed a lot though. While I was out, apparently these soldiers called "knights" began to appear. I've only met two, Lina and Nifhel, but supposedly they're good and help Senshi.
Sailors Polaris, Europa, and Maia are now Eternal Senshi, Maia being the most recent upgrade. More importantly though, apparently Castor is a prince. Prince Castor. I'm still not sure how I feel about that. When he was rescued around Christmas, he wasn't exactly grateful. In fact, he was rather rude. Granted, I can understand that having one's starseed played with might make one unsettled, but I thought his reaction was uncalled for, especially in light of how my unthanked rescue attempt ended up affecting me. On the other hand, he is a prince, so I guess I should protect him when I can, seeing as how there's far less royalty then Senshi.
Now for what's bugging me. Just the other day, I rescued a civilian from a chicken-lizard youma. After dusting the youma, I realized that the civilian was in fact my cousin Odette. This was the first time I've ever rescued a family member. I mean, I always knew there was a chance it would happen, but it just never did. Now that it has happened, I've started freaking out because it's made me really think about the situation. What about my family? I've got a large family, so how am I supposed to protect them all if they're threatened? If one of them turns out to be a Nega, what would I do? I hope none of these worries turn into reality, but I guess I can't stick my head in the sand again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 7:49 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:39 am
Senshi Training??? Words Link
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:40 am
How the Tables Have Turned1,016 Words Link [Fail!Streak Arc, Episode 1]
What starts as an exchange of banter and slaps between Super Pomona and Super Leto of the Dark Mirror Court gets more serious when Super Albireo joins the fray. Pomona manages to accidentally kick Leto's a**, damaging (breaking?) her knee and breaking her nose. At the sight of Leto's blood, Pomona runs away.
This Rp touches off Pomona's Fail!Streak Arc. Leto is the first person Pomona has ever damaged so seriously, and that knowledge will weigh heavily on her.
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