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 Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 11:11 am
 Cat got your tongue? (Iris + ********* + Kremersite)Word Count: FIN
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Iris and ********* encounter a pumpkin wielding Lieutenant shortie.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 10:14 am
Christmas in June (Iris + ********* + Boreas)Word Count: 5,434
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Ellie gets conned into taking ********* to get some sweets from a bakery. There they encounter a Youma and one of Zue's senshi, Boreas, Senshi of Winter.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 2:10 pm
 News Delay (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 10px">Word Count: 1,237
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 5:11 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 5:14 pm
How many apples today? (Iris + ********* + Marcella)RP link
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 10:07 am
 In the Ashes (All Senshi/Cavs/Cats)Solely linking the RP as a place marker for the event.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 6:21 pm
Little Ashy Girl in Red (********* + Iris + Hel)Solely linking the RP as a place marker. Not meant to count towards growth.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:51 pm
So Let's Talk About It (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">Sailor Hel was gone. She was gone, but Sailor Iris had to rub her chin where the red-suited senshi had hit her before bailing. The blonde managed to spit one thing out from her mouth in response to the semi-lecture this senshi-gone-wrong had to say.
"Ain't my cat!"
Assuming that the potential threat was gone, the yellow-suited senshi opened up her attacking hand (dismissing the slicer completely) and wandered back to the cat. However, the cat was no longer a cat laying by the garbage dumpster.
No, she was once again had managed to slip into the form that resembled a cat-eared girl. She stood in place, holding onto the red, partially charred rose in her hands. The girl's pale green eyes gazed towards the spot where the Senshi of Ashes had vanished. Sailor Iris might have come in and slapped the girl across the face if it wasn't for the expression adorning her features.
********* looked hurt, sad, and absolutely guilty, all rolled into one simple frown.
Walking up to the silver-haired girl, Iris patted a gloved hand across the flat portion of the top hat. If it wasn't for the two ear slots in the hat, it might have sunk down further to hide ********* eyes for the moment. With her other hand, she shoved the styrofoam container at the cat-earred girl.
"Ya okay, cat?"
Even in this form, ********* was still a cat. Sailor Iris had to remember that.
The girl merely uttered in a distant tone "...I guess..." Her eyes sank down to the rose between both of her hands. ********* almost seemed to forget that she had been injured, and that her ability to use both arms was a telltale sign that she was all better again. Shifting the rose into her right hand, she used her left hand to shoo away Iris' hand from her hat.
The blonde took her hand back, and with a halfhearted chuckle, she jokingly mentioned "Eesh... ya don't need t'be so fussy!" She leaned down so she could look ********* in the eyes (just as she always seemed to like) and asked with a softer grin "Look... tell me what's goin' on. I'm a big kid... I ain't gonna throw a tantrum."
Mentally, ********* added the word "yet" to Iris' statement. With the weight off of her hat, she pulled the article off of her head, and without an explanation, tucked the rose upon her head before replacing the hat in its proper place.
For a moment, it seemed as if the silver-haired girl was not going to answer Iris as she had requested. Yet with the blink of the eye, ********* went back to her usual form, shrinking down to become the small cat with the cast over her leg. There was no sign of the rose anywhere to be found.
"That girl you just saw..." the feline started off carefully "...was a senshi I had awakened before I found you and Metis."
"...you worked for the Negaverse?" A brow quirked up on the senshi's face.
"No. She was a normal senshi just as you. She just... she wasn't one of my girls." The way she stressed one of her most common phrases sounded as if she somehow had a guilty conscious over the whole thing.
Iris pulled her hand back, since obviously a cat wasn't going to be able to carry any Styrofoam container. "Okay... so that girl had once been like me... I guess?" Sailor Hel and Sailor Iris were definitely very different, so it was a bit strange to phrase something like that. The tall tomboy sat herself down next to the cat and opened up the container. Casually she mentioned "It's tuna... a sit-down sushi place... had t'sit 'round fer quite a while t'get ya this ya know..." Her white glove didn't hesitate to pick up the pink raw fish and place it in front of the spotted cat.
********* liked to eat, it was a well known fact. Yet, now, more than ever, she really felt the need to console herself with something edible. Practically plopping her face into the tuna, she began to nibble and chow down as best as a cat with a broken leg could.
Not being one to watch someone eat like some sort of stalker, Iris looked away, eventually bringing her gloved hand up to her line of sight to look over the faint pinkish stains now touching upon the white cloth.
Eh... it'll clean itself out later...
As comforting as the sound of a cat chewing on sushi was, the blonde eventually had to ask "...so... how does a girl like me suddenly turn inta' a girl like that?" It was subtle curiosity at best. There was no way one could mistake it for true genuine interest. Sailor Iris had a very set mind on a lot of things, and it was obvious that this Sailor Hel was on the wrong side.
"...da negaferss gaught 'er alaif..."
Someone obviously had her mouth full of tuna.
"...alive... so instead of stealin' their starseed... they.. uh?"
With an exaggerated swallowing motion, the tailless cat responded "They manipulate it. Alter it. Make the starseed not right..." If Iris had been looking, she might have caught the frown on ********* maw before the cat dove back into her snack.
"Huh..." Her golden eyes rose up to the part between the two buildings so she could catch a glimpse of the sky. Once again, the sound of a cat chewing on meat was the only thing to liven up the alleyway. It was a rarity, but Sailor Iris was thinking. She was capable of this on occasion, though those occasions were very rare.
"...so... if they are able t'mess 'round with a starseed so it ain't right... wouldn't that logically mean that someone else could mess 'round with that same starseed t'fix it?" It was a perfectly logical conclusion, or at least, it was a perfectly logical conclusion in Iris' rather biased mind.
The chewing stopped. Iris glanced down and found that there was no more sushi sitting in front of the cat. For such a small thing, she most certainly knew how to put the food away. The pale green eyes focused in on the golden ones looking down at her.
"I don't believe it's that easy, Iris. If it was... then a majority of the Negaverse would not be in the condition they are in right now."
With half a smile on her lips, the tomboy jokingly offered "I thought you cats were supposed t'have all th'answers." Pushing herself back up to her feet while closing up the styrofoam, she mentioned "Yer not gettin' th'rest of this 'til we get home!"
"It would be too easy if we cats knew everything, now wouldn't it?"
With the food container tucked under her arm, the tall blonde proceeded to scoop up the cat. The little bundle of fur didn't really even move in her arms, nuzzling in one time total against her bosom.
Offering the wisest piece of advice given all day, Sailor Iris simply uttered "Get over it, cat. Sh*t happens." With that, the pair were once again on their way.
And for the rest of the trip, *********, the ever talkative cat, was silent.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:53 pm
Breaking the Rose Tint (Iris + ********* + Scheat + Tisiphone)Word Count: 4,991
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In which Iris battles and wins against Tisiphone, the Negaverse senshi. And yet, somehow Iris and ********* are still forced to deal with the death of a teammate.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:30 pm
Walking in Blind (Iris + ********* + Sinon)Word Count: 3,790
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In which Iris learns that Sydney is Sailor Sinon. And is jealous since she gets pants.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:28 pm
Fixed up and Ready to Go! (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">It had been two weeks. TWO WHOLE WEEKS that Ellie had put this off. It was understandable that the vet who had put the cast on her to begin with was one of the ones hit by the strange coma epidemic, but still. It should not have taken two extra weeks for the tomboy to find a different vet who'd be willing to remove the cast from her leg. From the cat carrier, one would have expected the feline to be grumbling. She wasn't. She wasn't the sort to complain.
However, as a word of advice, the feline did mention "You might not want to tell the vet you waited an extra two weeks to bring me in."
Ellie continued to walk along the sidewalk, arm that was carrying the carrier swinging in a steady rhythm. However, her eyes glanced over the top of the carrying case. "That's stupid... why wouldn't I tell'em?"
In a matter-of-fact tone, the round feline explained "They might scold you. Something along the lines of possibly weakening the muscle in that leg even further from the lack of use."
Eyes were rolled. "Ya make it sound like I can't handle a little scoldin'.... wah, wah... I'm 'a gonna cry like a baby." Ellie and sarcasm were definitely quite a pair. Yet, both of them knew ********* had been far from inactive. Then again, not all cats could turn into shortie-girls.
In fact, cats really weren't supposed to do that at all.
"Trust me... it will save you a lot of grief if you just say that this is week 6 instead of week 8. We can get in and out quicker." Some might have argued that after waiting 8 weeks, 30 seconds longer was not a big deal. However, they obviously hadn't been the ones inconvenienced by the cast. That was 30 seconds longer that ********* could be searching for her girls.
"Alright... shut up fer now, cat... we're almost there..." Within the cat carrier, the feline simply let out a rather convincing mewing sound. The guardian cat was probably already going to get a bit of grief thanks to that unusual star-shape upon her forehead. Adding talking to that list of things she could do probably wouldn't help. Or the magical creation of cell phones and henshin pens. Or turning into a human girl.
There was a lot this cat could do that wouldn't help their situation at all.
They entered the building which looked more like a human medical building than a mere vet, then Ellie wandered up to the counter to sign in. It seemed like the waiting room was packed full. More than likely, all of these pet owners had come across a similar problem to what the blonde had. Their choice of vet was in a coma. Dogs were tugging on their leashes as they fidgeted with nervous energy. Cats in their carriers seemed to have their fur on end (with the exception of *********, who was absolutely calm as could be). There was even one lady with a long iguana lounging on her shoulder. Having more energy than she knew what to do with, the blonde began to pace. Not nervous pacing, but just simple "I need to be doing something" pacing. With all these patients, it was amazing that the tomboy got in within 20 minutes.
Unlike the first vet she had visited, who had been an old man, the one who brought her back was actually a young woman with wide hips and short blonde hair. No glasses or telltale signs of nerdiness here. As they wandered into the proper room, Ellie couldn't help but notice a vast amount of kennels in the back room with animals in it. With this catastrophe, it made sense that this facility was overrun with pets that needed a place to stay due to their owners being in a coma, or perhaps the animal itself was in a coma and needed treatment.
"Alright, so here it says you need this cat's cast removed?" The vet's voice interrupted Ellie's train of thought, her tone absolutely professional as she gathered two gloves to put them on, pausing for a moment to signal for Ellie to let the cat out of the carrier.
"Yeah... she busted 'er leg 6 weeks ago... and my vet ain't exactly awake, so he can't do th'job." The little wire-frame door was opened up, then Ellie sat down.
The story had been the same for most of the new patients. The vet simply asked "Dr. Hartman, or Dr. Phillips?"
"Dr. Hartman."
Ellie actually had no clue who the old man was. She hadn't really asked. She had probably been too worried. Even now, her gold eyes seemed to carefully watch what this woman was doing.
In a slightly disinterested tone, the elder woman continued the conversation. "It really is too bad about what happened to them both." She reached in with her gloved hands and pulled out the cat.
"Oh my... you are pretty heavy for your size, kitty!"
********* retorted with an absolutely loving mewing sound and rubbing her cheek against the gloved hands.
It obviously wasn't the cat's fault, so the woman sharply shot a look at Ellie. "You overfed her while she was unable to walk."
What exactly could Ellie say back? First thing to come to mind was "No I didn't," but there would be no justification she could give after that. Cats with casts on couldn't just walk around and pick up whatever they wanted to eat. At least, normal cats couldn't.
God damn it, cat! Making me look bad again! the tomboy sourly noted as she kept her opinion to herself this time around.
"You'll need to put your cat on a diet immediately."
Another rather friendly mewl escaped the manx, even though it was her way of saying "HAHAHAHA YEAH RIGHT!"
The girl just looked away, sour expression upon her face at the mini lecture. "Whatever..." She crossed her arms, and that was the name of that tune. Ellie Spectre wasn't listening anymore.
The vet shook her head and in a snippy tone simply stated "Very well!" With cat at hand, she went into the back room, leaving Ellie alone for a while. Sadly, nothing changed. When the woman returned, the girl was still sitting there stubbornly looking away. With a sigh, she put the manx back into her carrier.
"You should make sure she's not walking around on that leg too much for the first few days, especially with all that additional weight."
If there was an accurate phrase for Ellie at the moment, it would have been "LA LA LA LA LA I'M NOT LISTENING!!!"
The vet gave Ellie one final look, then one final instruction. "Go to the front and pay, then you are free to go." The vet slipped back out into the back room, and Ellie stalked over to the cat carrier. Doing as she had been instructed, she then exited the building.
"Head around to the back of the building. You can drop me off here."
For a little while, the blonde pretended she hadn't heard a thing. Yet, when they had clearly distanced themselves from the vet building, she responded "Ya aren't supposed to be walking around, fatso! Ya heard th' vet!"
It wasn't like Ellie could see, but ********* ears pinned flat against her head at the new nickname. "Cat" now wasn't that bad in comparison. In a reassuring tone, ********* attempted to do her best to convince the girl carrying the carrier to let her go.
"Come on, I promise I'll be careful... and you know that I have lots of work to catch up on!"
Just as stubborn as she had been with the vet, the blonde retorted, "I ain't gonna have ya breakin' yer leg 'cause ya weighed too much t'be walkin' on it! Yer not gonna be able t'blame it on me!"
Inside the carrier, the cat sat down, but both of her forepaws seemed to dance back and forth. It was her way of showing when she was agitated.
"Come on!"
"No!"
"Come oooooon!!!!"
"No!"
"Oh come oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!!!!!"
"Ya want me t'keep ya in th'carrier when we get back t'the house?"
A small frown knit itself upon the cat's maw. "You win this round. Two days. That is what you get. Then I will leave, one way or another."
"And no snacking between meals."
The tailless cat didn't say a word, but she bitterly thought of a complaint.
These are going to be the two longest days ever!
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:23 pm
The Cat Didn't Come Back (Iris + Metis + Sassolite + Abswurmbachite + ********* style="font-size: 10px">RP link
After ********* disappeared, Iris and Metis go on a patrol to find her. Instead, they find two Negaverse Lieutenants. Metis nearly
loses her starseed, but her opponent literally loses his head after Iris uses her Rainbow Slicer on him. The remaining
Lieutenant flees, and *********, who had watched the whole ordeal, upgrades Sailor Iris into an Eternal Scout.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:11 pm
Blind, but Still Alive (Lilith + Ellie)RP link
Ellie catches Lil up on what happened during the fight with the Negaverse agents while they are in the E.R.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:40 am
Revenge (Sassolite + Iris + ********* style="font-size: 10px">RP link
Sailor Iris blindly goes into battle against newly upgraded Captain Sassolite. Iris gets an arrow to the shoulder, and Sassolite
gets a burn on the arm, but ultimately Iris abandons the battle upon ********* advice after her new attack ultimately fails.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:50 am
Failed with a Capital F (Ellie + ********* style="font-size: 11px">Her adrenaline was running low now. No longer could she ignore the arrow sticking out from her shoulder. It hadn't hurt before, but now it was beginning to throb in a fashion similar to a pulse. Once she felt she was a safe distance away, the tomboy senshi swung into a different alley way and pushed herself up against the brick wall. She hardly had the strength to stay standing, but fortunately, the wall was good enough for her. The blonde could lean against it and not feel too weak. Her golden eyes flickered over to her injury, easily catching upon the now red-brown color.
"You didn't take the arrow out yet?" a familiar voice prompted. It felt as if she had just gotten into the alley when the tailless cat arrived. Pale green eyes looked up intently, and almost a bit sympathetically.
"...ya'd rather me bleed t'death, cat?"
"You have a point," the feline easily agreed. She sat her rump down on the ground, then lifted a paw up at Iris. "I can't look at it if you are all the way up there. Come down here so I can take a look!"
The senshi almost seemed to growl, but she was in no condition to argue or truly resist. She was feeling woozy. She shouldn't have felt woozy, but she did. So rather than argue, the tall girl sunk down, allowing her back to scrape against the rough bricks as she descended down to the cat's height. Rather than look at *********, Iris instead looked up at the gap between buildings. "So, you want to tell me what all of that was about, cat?"
"I have a name, if you do recall." Not acknowledging that thing called personal space, the feline hopped up onto the Senshi of Rainbow's lap. For a moment, she attempted to balance on her hind feet before leaning forward to plant her forelegs upon the girl's chest.
"...Great, lesbo cat is feelin' me up..." Iris' eyes rolled around a bit in annoyance.
"I don't think that's my name, last I checked. And I wasn't going to put my paws in that mess right now. Probably a bit too tender, right?"
Asking this senshi to confess to any sort of pain always got a consistent response. "Dunno what th'f*ck yer talkin' 'bout, cat!"
For a moment, the cat's eyes remained fixed upon the arrow. She blinked and eventually leaned forward to delicately take the shaft between her teeth. She tugged back very gently, just to see how firmly it was stuck there. It definitely was in there.
"Ya know, I've been through worse, right?" Iris attempted a laugh, but it was weak. Exhausted at best. She fumbled to simply point her finger to her arm. "Giant a** porcupine quill to th'arm! It left a pretty gnarly scar actually." She offered a partial grin, as if she was proud of this fact.
********* let go of the arrow and her eyes lifted up to the golden ones that weren't looking at her. "Well, if you ask me, this is what you get for underestimating a Captain."
Sailor Iris blinked a bit stupidly. "Huh? what'cha talkin' 'bout, cat?"
"*********," the guardian once more attempted to correct. "Do you think that Senshi are the only ones that rank up with time? You just became an Eternal Senshi. And that girl, Sassolite, is now a Captain, not a Lieutenant anymore."
Though ********* tone was serious (but pleasant as always), the senshi did not seem to pick up what she meant. Instead, she found something else to focus on. "...oh? Her name's Sassolite?" Names were such trivial things in the scheme of things. Though, now that she was thinking about it, the Negaversers totally had an advantage in the name game. Senshi had to call out their names for their attacks. Negaversers did not have to do such a thing.
I got jipped
"A captain, Iris, is oozing with more negative energy. They are more powerful."
"...they ooze with energy?"
The cat sighed before settling down to sitting in the tomboy's lap. Though Iris was driving her absolutely nuts by looking everywhere but the cat's eyes, the green eyes continued to watch Iris' golden orbs intently. "Yes. You can't really sense it, but a Negaverse Agent exerts energy. Think of it like Chi or life energy, but a negative version of it. On the opposite end of the spectrum are the Senshi, who also exert energy as well. Right now, you are exerting energy."
Pause.
"And blood, but we really don't need to get into that."
Iris laughed again, as if she was too tired to actually care about any of this.
Since she was in ringleader mode right now, the cat continued to give her two cents.
"As of right now, you have proven that I shouldn't have upgraded you yet." In all honesty, it wasn't really a problem in ********* mind. A mistake was a mistake was a mistake. Nothing she could do now except work with this girl to remedy it eventually. "From this point forward, you will not used the Rainbow Revenge unless I give you permission."
The blonde looked down to the cat for the first time since they got into the alleyway. Her eyes were a bit too glazed over to truly pull off the expression she was attempting. She was trying to look angry. Her golden eyes were attempting to glare. Yet, the only thing that her eyes looked at the moment was hurt.
********* eyes didn't falter, even at the expression. She continued to smile pleasantly. With a small nod of her head and a jingle of her bell upon her collar, she directed the girl "Change back to your usual form, Iris."
It didn't take much for Iris to shift back to being Ellie Spectre. It didn't change the fact she still had that arrow in her shoulder. "...was there any point t'that, cat?"
The cat hopped off the girl's lap, and the moment her paws touched the ground, she once more had returned to her own human-like form. She spun around on the balls of her feet, then gave Ellie a simple look up and down. Casually, she commented "You didn't give me much to work with" on the side, but then approached and reached for the bottom of Ellie's shirt.
The blonde shook her head. "God, stop bein' such a lesbian, cat!" She attempted to get away, but she was already pinned.
"Unless you want to walk in the ER gushing of blood, I'd suggest you settle down and shut up while I work." Fortunately, ********* didn't feel any guilt about tearing the bottom half of this shirt. The sleeves had already been crudely removed at a prior time by Ellie herself. Can't ruin a shirt that was already ruined. It took a good three attempts, but on the third attempt, the silvery haired girl managed to cause a sharp ripping noise to echo against the alley. When she had torn a decent piece of cloth off of the civilian's shirt, she simply asked "You going to remove the arrow, or should I?"
"I ain't no p***y!" the blonde grumbled before gripping onto the arrow herself. With a sharp yank, she pulled the arrow out, only allowing herself a small grunt in response.
"That'll do!" Quickly, the cat proceeded to make a makeshift bandage out of the torn shirt piece. As she tied it tightly, trying to stop the bleeding to the best of her ability as possible, she commented "Your attack came out wrong. However, I will confess, your new attack is far from an easy one to pull off." She glanced up from her work for a moment. "I promise I will work with you to get you up to speed with it. It will take practice in several aspects, but once you figure everything out, you will have a wonderful tool at your hands."
"I ain't a baby..."
"Never said you were!" ********* giggled. "You read into things too much. Why should it matter how I perceive you? Shouldn't the person you be trying to impress be yourself?"
Yes
That would have been too girly a response. Too mushy.
So instead, Ellie just offered "Whatever..."
********* let out another giggle before grabbing Ellie's cheeks between her fingers, squishing them slightly.
"Okay, now, are you okay for walking to the ER on your own, or should I escort you personally? Will you be able to make it on your own?"
"I ain't a p***y, so ya don't have t'bother! I'll be back t'fightin' th'Negaverse in no time!" She once more offered her lopsided grin as she drew in a deep breath. Before the cat really had a response to reply with, the teenager was already trudging off to the ER, a place she knew pretty well lately. If it wasn't for that pulsing she was hearing in her mind due to the throbbing pain in her shoulder, she might have heard that playful little jingling trailing behind her the whole way to the Emergency Room.
It was probably for the best.
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