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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:19 am
If there was one thing unfortunate about living at your school, it was that you were generally expected to live in your uniform. On breaks and when you were spending no more than a third of your day on campus, you were permitted to wear whatever you wanted. Other times, however, you were expected to simply grin, bear it, and wear your powder blue uniform into the city proper. In the summer months, this was mildly uncomfortable, as it made the girls perfect targets for Hillworth boys and bums. Not that Eilian really minded either of these, she just was careful to clutch her handbag that much closer to her person.
But on a January evening, your legs were always cold. Being from the frigid country of Wales, the pigtailed girl wasn't entirely without defense, and had indeed an incredibly warm and stylish wool coat. A soft woolen scarf covered her ears and wound down around her neck, and wool-lined leather gloves fit her slim hands. Obviously, she came from a place where wool was the fur alternative of choice! But no matter how thick her socks and stockings were, the wind always swept up the hem of her skirt and blew the chill all through her body.
It was so cold, and she was so absorbed with simply putting one foot in front of the other to reach the bus stop (her car had not yet been shipped from Wales), that she would have missed the woman being dragged into the alley if she hadn't gotten a strangled cry out before an inky tentacle wrapped around her mouth. Immediately, every muscle in the girl's body froze as cold as the snow around her, and she could only stare wide-eyed at the entrance of the alley. What the hell was happening? Should she go look? Was she dreaming? No, the sound of minor scuffle was clear.
Oh god. What did you do when someone was being mugged in front of you?!
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 8:10 am
There were some things that you just got used to feeling after feeling them so many times. Guilt, anger, joy; the full range of emotions became dull and old when you had a lifetime to experience them over and over. Fortunately for the people of Destiny City, the bells and whistles that went off in Ophelia's head whenever an unawakened senshi was nearby was not something one could get used to. It was impossible to ignore, like the onset of a migraine.
As was the familiar sense of a youma.
Ophelia had been racing towards Crystal Academy from the moment she'd felt it. She leapt over trash can lids and early morning commuters, untangling herself from the feet of clumsy pedestrians. When finally she set her eyes on a pretty girl with two dark pigtails, Ophelia knew her name. She felt a familiar power gripping her, and with a flick of her tail and a fancy backflip, the sunset-colored henshin pen was rolling along the ground. It took Ophelia a few seconds to chase it down, clamping it between her teeth before taking off towards the girl once more.
“Ere oo ar!” She shouted around the pen, momentarily forgetting that this was a high school girl who had likely never seen nor heard of a talking cat. Still, there wasn't time for politeness and the whole 'meow them into a secluded place' shindig. There was a woman in trouble.
“Yes, I am a talking cat. No, I cannot explain this right now. No, you are not drunk, delusional, or crazy. I need you to listen to what I say and follow my instructions, or that woman will die. Do you understand me?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:51 pm
Oh God in heaven above, she was dead. That was the explanation, right? While she'd stood there frozen in terror they'd come out and bashed her on the head, killing her too right? That had to be it. This creamy little cat had just handed her a pen and told her that everything was great, wonderful, utterly normal. Except that cats don't talk. But she was dead, right? Perhaps this was the Maker's way of seeing if she was worthy for Heaven?
But she didn't believe in Heaven...right? However, like most skeptics, deep down inside Eilian had always been a bit of a hypocrite. When things were most dire, she'd always sent a prayer up into the emptiness of space, hadn't she? Oh man. Maybe this was Hell? Destiny City sure wasn't any Heaven, after all! Dazed, confused, Eilian simply did as the tiny animal commanded and bent down to her level.
"I'm not sure this is all on the level, but I'll listen to you. I think I have to, at any rate! I'm not going to let anyone die!" Lightly, she took the pen from where the little feline had dropped it so that she could ah...talk. That was going to mentally impossible to wrap her mind around, so she'd best not think about it. Really. "What do I have to do? Kill it with the pen?" She was talking to a cat. A damn cat. Nnngh. She better be dead.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 2:32 pm
On the level? Well.. she had knelt down, of course this was all on the same level. What was this girl going on about? Ophelia did not understand the hip cool kid lingo jive, man.
“Yes,” Ophelia said flatly, “You are going to stab a clearly supernatural monster. With a pen.” The feline stared up at the girl who she knew for certain to be a sailor senshi, if an unawakened one. Why she still expected these girls, and the occasional boy, to understand and accept that they were being called upon to save the world by a talking cat, she did not know. Still, that didn't stop her from approaching each of them with a renewed sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, this one might be the one.
“Hold it up,” she continued, pushing back any further snippiness, “And say 'Albali power, Make-up!' Yes, yes, I know it's incredibly silly, but it is... on the level. Hurry, there isn't much time.”
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