She was bored.

She was really bored.

She was really ******** bored.


Slouched on the couch, Ursula sighed as she once again clicked the channel button. The tv switched over onto cartoons, which resulted in yet another click, and then another, and then another.

It had been all of three days since her fateful run-in with the senshi of hail, and Ursula had about driven herself crazy as she continued to run out of things to do. She'd attempted to replace her mirror (hello scratched wall), rearrange the furniture (she didn't need that china cabinet anyhow), practice her cooking skills (thank god cats couldn't report inhumane activity), and now at last had resolved herself to practicing the art of the coach potato.

Sighing, she gave up and tossed the remote onto the coffee table, the news becoming background noise as she turned herself over and huffed into the fabric of her couch. Ursula had never realized how entertaining her office job really was until now, and she'd give anything to be able to go back and keep all this boredom at bay. She knew she could hide her remaining cuts and bruises; she was a master when it came to makeup. Charonite, however, was the master of doing-terrible-things-to-those-who-disobey, and even the bored-stricken Ursula knew better than to argue with him. The lieutenant had been forced to lie to the Principal, explaining that some relative, aunt or whatever, had passed away and she was needing to go out of town and help with preparations. Wasted PTO, in her opinion, but again with the whole... not messing with Charonite...thing.

She could always go patrol, but the daylight hours kept things restricted. Too many people watching, not enough shadows to hide in. Not to mention she'd have to bring the ever so helpful Grendel along with her, per orders. Which, naturally, meant she had to find a place for him to hang out while she stole seeds, on top of bribing his participation with whatever assortment of food or treats he desired at the time.

Stupid Guardians. Meh.

Ursula scowled as she recalled Astraea. That little silver b***h had been partially responsible for her injuries, and the orange hair woman had no intentions of forgetting it. Her and her human transformation...ugh.

She half wondered if Grendel possessed the capability of transforming. It would make sense, all in all, seeing as he was a Guardian cat. Whether he retained, or even learned the knowledge of how to transform, though, was a mystery.

Hmph. Her cat was just as good as any stupid senshi's. He just needed... motivation, was all. Most of the senshi she had already encountered didn't even have a Guardian with them, ha. Ursula was just as good as any of those senshi, what with their bouncing around town in their frilly little outfits, saying their little speeches, posing.

Hell, she could totally do so much better than them at any of that stupid s**t. She bet if she were one, her outfit would be much much more fashionable.

Sailor Nea, senshi of beauty and everything fashionable. It even had a nice ring to it!

Grinning smugly to herself, she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, only to open them widely in a matter of ********.

That was it.

Her legs flew off the couch and she stumbled her way into the bathroom to apply on an extra layer of makeup. She knew what she had to do. A few stops in the shopping district and then she had to get to Charonite, and had to get to him today.


This was going to be brilliant.