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 Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 12:07 pm
There were several things about living alone in a part of town whose only merit would be, possibly and with a lot of goodwill, being somewhat 'historic' (historic in this case meaning that people had somehow managed to live there for as long as anyone could remember, despite all odds. Much like cockroaches,) that Aggie had not yet cottoned on to.
Don't ask to borrow various ingredients you might be missing from your neighbours was one.
This was another.
Walking home, alone, in the dark had probably not been her greatest idea yet, but someone had yet to inform Aggie of the troubles that Destiny City was currently facing with, uh, apparent terrorist organizations and randomly appearing monsters. In the way that all masses tend to do, everyone had simply assumed she already knew and went on with their day.
And Aggie was too meek to ask what this 'Senshi' business and these 'youma' people were, so she simply nodded along and pretended to be in the know (hard, but do-able as long as you kept to general inspecifics and knew when to nod and look knowledgeable). Barren Pines and its aftermath probably had something to do with this (as well as a slight aversion to newspapers) as being cut off from the rest of civilization for a year rarely did much for keeping you up-to-date on information. And, well, recuperating in the hospital ward hadn't offered a lot of chances to update herself on current events, either - too possibly upsetting, it'd been deemed by the doctors. Slow and steady was the keywords to recovery, and being the victim of organ harvesters was bad enough as it was!
And so, one teenage girl was currently making her way through the dark shopping districts of Destiny City, humming slightly off-key and stopping to stare at store windows every-so-often.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 5:41 pm
Walking briskly, bags in hand, Emily regarded the evening streets with a combination of disdain (so dirty!) and the frustration of not having time to clean everything up right then and there (SO dirty!) At least she had finally managed to find a store that still had Miss Mindy's favorite shampoo still in stock. She'd ended up going to six different places to get it, but that was nothing. What kind of maid would Emily be if she let her mistress go about conquering the world with funny smelling hair? Not that it was possible for Miss Mindy to smell bad. Unless it was all part of some fiendishly clever plot to thwart her enemies.
Attention fully occupied by such thoughts, Emily didn't sense the large, ironically smelly, man come up behind her until she was shoved rather painfully down. For a moment she just stared at the large figure striding away. Then she she started getting a bit angry. It took another moment to notice that her shopping bags were missing. Then she got thoroughly and righteously pissed off.
"You.." she said softly, eyes flashing red at the man growing further and further distant. In a blur she was up and after him, sprinting through small groups and hurdling over smaller children. She knocked down an old woman, but felt that in some situations, such sacrifices were unavoidable.
Ten minutes later she was still running, unable to catch up to the man. But she would. And when she did, the first thing she would do was-
Thoughts of vengeance were interrupted when for the second time that day, Emily found herself falling in a tangle of limbs and...red hair? Pushing herself up, she looked down at the girl she had bowled over, and started to apologize hurriedly, "I'm very sorry, but..." Here eyes searched around for the man. Where was he? Actually...where was she?
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 6:46 pm
She'd been ogling a rather nice spiderwebbed vase when she was hit by what felt like a train in motion.
"B-but what?" Aggie was still laying on the pavement, nursing the sudden bump that'd appeared on the back of her head. Was that.. was it blood? Or maybe it was just dirt, it was sort of hard to see clearly in the half-darkness of the streets. "Are you, um, o-okay?"
She looked up from her self-examination to do a quick scan of the other victim. Oh, but what if she'd gotten hurt? She had trailed off so suddenly - maybe a concussion? Aggie didn't relish the thought of going to the hospital, but she disliked the thought of there being an injured person, out there, because of something she had helped do.
Because, you know, if she hadn't been standing there they wouldn't have crashed! Which technically made it half her fault, right?
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:00 pm
Emily eyed the girl narrowly. Why was she looking so guilty? Was this all part of that man's plan? "No," she replied flatly, "I am far from fine, as I have been thwarted in my pursuit of a rather large, unpleasant man." She stared steadily at the other girl, as if to say: Are you working for this man. And if so, would taking you hostage bring him within arm's reach?
No, though their meeting was more than a bit brief, Emily didn't think he had been the sort of person to come back for a hostage. With a small sigh, stood up, and offered the other girl a hand. "You wouldn't happen to have seen him run by?" She asked, hoping that the girl might at least be willing to sell him out.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:16 pm
Aggie looked even more guilty as the other girl started speaking. Oh no, she'd foiled the pretty girl's pursuit! Or at least she was pretty sure that was what she'd said in all those pretty, fancy words.
"Um, n-no, sorry. I'm really sorry, though! For thwarting and a-all that," She took the other girl's hand and hoisted herself up, "I c-can help you l-look, um, if you w-want me to? For having made you l-lose him." She wasn't entirely sure why the other was chasing after someone who'd been described with the word 'unpleasant', but she was pretty sure she didn't want to leave the other girl with bad feelings towards her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:44 pm
"Well..." Emily started, once she realized that the other girl was not going to give her the name/location/social security number of the man. "I am a bit...unfamiliar with this area. And an extra set of eyes would be helpful. But I warn you," the maid's eyes glinted with said warning, "If you're just waiting to attack me once my back is tuned, reconsider it. I know the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique, and I am not afraid to use it."
Well, she had watched those Kill Bill documentaries quite a few times, and was sure she could manage the move without to much effort. Don Diablos probably used it five times a day, once after every meal.
Satisfied with her threat, Emily dusted off her skirt, and then whipped out a lint roller and started on the other girl's clothes. It wouldn't do for them to be untidy in their pursuit of The Bad Smelly Man.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 2:25 pm
"Um," she repeated the helpless little sound a few times, looking a bit terrified and a bit bewildered and standing very, very still as the other girl cleaned the miniscule bits of dirt from their fall off of her clothes. This was, in a word, new. "I know the a-area pretty well, uh, I think. P-probably not as well as some but, um, I c-can get around well enough?"
"And um, I wouldn't attack y-you!" With how terrifying the girl managed to be without actually ever making a hostile action, Aggie was pretty sure she'd get creamed within seconds in any fight. Plus, that techinque thing sounded pretty awful and she was also pretty sure that someone capable of exploding hearts - or was it palms? - wasn't a good thing to go up against. Either way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 3:01 am
"Taking a step back, Emily gave the girl a quick once-over, before removing a stray bit of hair. Yes, her companion would do well enough, not quite up to the Lee Family Standard, but most definitely adequate for their current task. The bit of quaver in her voice when she answered was also fairly satisfying; it seemed the threat had been subdued. For the moment. All that was left now was to catch Emily’s shampoo thief. Who was likely fairly far away, or hiding in some shadowy alleyway. Repressing both a scowl and a sigh, the maid settled for simply staring very hard at the girl in front of her for several moments.
If only she had a helicopter. Things like this would be so much easier to deal with if she had one. She could move quickly, and have a good aerial view. Of course having a helicopter on call 24/7 wasn’t entirely practical and they were fairly bulky. Good thing she was a senshi and didn’t really need a helicopter for in-town excursions.
…
Ah.
Well.
“I need to go somewhere,” Emily suddenly announced, and began to swiftly walk away before stopping abruptly and whipping around to stare at the girl. “Stay.” And with that she rushed off to find an abandoned alley.
Two minutes and one lightshow later, a small figure in a maid-like fuku reappeared around the corner, walked up to the redhead and stated firmly, “I’m Hestia. I’m here to catch a bad smelly man with your assistance.” The senshi paused a moment, considering the best way to go about this, before giving the girl a very intent stare. “I am not Emily. I am also not a senshi.” There, that should do it.
Some people try to be clever or subtle when lying, Hestia’s style was more about using sheer will-power.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 11:54 am
"Um, okay." Aggie was made for orders, and as the other girl left her behind, she vaguely contemplated the idea of making off and leaving the frightening girl to find her unpleasant guy by herself.
The idea was promptly squashed by the hopeful, rather stupid part of herself that insisted that someone as terrifying as the other girl had been had to be in a shortage of friends. And Aggie herself was in the market for more friends! So if she just played her cards right and, say, stayed where she'd been told to, maybe she'd be able to make another one.
Which was what she was doing two minutes later, when one Hestia appeared.
"O-okay! What do you n-need me to do?" Since she didn't actually know a whole lot anout the senshi - or what constituted as one - or who this Emily was, this wasn't much of a stretch for Aggie's mind to believe (the overpowering personality of this Hestia person helped out a bit, too). "Only, I'm not s-sure I'd be very useful."
And then she realised how that had sounded: "Oh, but I d-don't mind helping! R-really! I'm just, um, not very fast o-or good at catching people and my sense of smell isn't that extra-ordinary, e-either."
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