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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:14 am
If it was one area that needed to be guarded, it was the square of boutiques a few blocks from the Shufflepuck Cafe. Though they were all small, independently-owned stores, the variety of the wares sold were enough to satisfy everyone.
Next to an extreme sports store was "Betty's Bakery", a small pastry shop with a beautiful cupcake tree on display in the window. Business had finally picked up there again after they were attacked by two vicious terrorists who apparently saw the wholesome goodness that came from freshly baked cookies.
Next to that was a shoe store with delicate Mary Janes sitting next to designer heels and even heavy-duty rocker boots. It didn't cater to just one fashion, but everything considered beautiful, cute, or sexy.
Finally, there was a toy store. Not a toy store that sold mass-produced items, but designer dolls and handmade bears stuffed with love. It was expensive shopping there, but guaranteed a smile on the faces of both young and old.
Now, who could defend such a prestigious location but the Queen Antoinette of Cute-- the Pastry Princess-- the Final Fishy Zodiac: Sailor Pisces!
... Okay, so she really just wanted to go late-night window shopping. Even with the lights inside dimmed, Pisces could press her nose against the window to stare at rows and rows of designer shoes, or at the cupcake tree dripping with Valentine's Day hearts. Yes, this place was certainly safe from youma. Sailor Pisces would see to that, somehow. She knew in her heart that her powers weren't offensive, and that she shouldn't be out by herself. If Zue (or was that Sue?) saw her, she would be in for another speech. But, in the meantime, who would defend the helpless teddy bears from rampaging youma? Besides, if they were as stupid as the one she faced before, she could send it barreling after an illusion into a wall. Pisces just hoped that the youma would choose to stay down this time.
But, until a youma or something showed up, Pisces could enjoy looking at the line of designer stuffed animals that sat in the windows.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:34 pm
"Hogs balls, what the HELL am I s'posed to do in this thing?"
Another night of this so-called patrollin' meant another night of bitchin' as far as Mags - no, as far as Sailor Duhr was concerned. It had been a good week since that fateful day at IHOP, and she'd been attempting to familiarize herself with the silly get-up ever since. Who'd have thought such an innocent place such as IHOP could harbor magical cats that promised Princesshood and magical powers? It wasn't the Princesshood that had bothered Mags and it certainly hadn't been the magical powers.
It was the gawddamn dress.
She continued to walk down the sidewalk, her hands automatically moving downwards every other minute or so to ensure that the fabric was still covering her ladybits and all it was s'posed to be covering. She didn't like dresses. Dresses weren't like britches or jeans, they risked the chance of flying up and exposing everything when you were jumpin' around or runnin'. It wasn't practical and she did not like them.
Hemming and hawing to herself, the new senshi wandered into the Shopping District of Destiny City. She still didn't quite have a clue what she was lookin' for, but like HELL was she goin' near IHOP for a while, not with these magical cats with magical promises roamin' around. Derp was fine, Derp was a good cat, but one was enough for Mags' lifetime!
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 4:12 pm
Pisces held a gloved finger to her lips, tapping her cute shoes. She figured, if she saved up three weeks of the allowance that her family sent her, she would be able to buy one of the darling mallard plushies. Or, oh, was that a fish plush?
Pisces had started to appreciate fish a lot more since she started getting her memories back.
Mags was lucky, in a way. She had, like many other senshi, gotten a cat (in this case, a kitten) promising magic and a crown. The Zodiacs hadn't gotten such promises. Even in their past lives, they had gotten no such celebration. Being a senshi of the Moon Kingdom was a responsibility, yes, but in its way it was also a luxury. It was something given to royalty, princes and princesses of their planet.
Pisces sometimes wondered if she ever met Neptune's princess.
But memories of the past only made her see black cloth and a somber funeral. Like a bride, she wore a veil over her face, prepared to don the armor that she would die in.
Pisces was brought out of her stuffed fish-induced flashback to the sound of complaining. There was a lovely girl with her light hair in tight, spiral ringlets. Her dress was like the top of a cupcake, with pretty ribbons and cloth that made Pisces' heart pound.
Okay, she was a sucker for pretty things.
"Excuse me!" Pisces peeled herself away from the toy display and ran to the other senshi. "Your dress is so pretty! It needs a little more color, but maybe with a thread of pink-- oh, it's just gorgeous!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 5:47 pm
Her eyes had been looking down, staring and burning figurative holes into the frilly dress and bows as if they were secretly plotting to fly up when she looked away. She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings, or the fact she was headed straight for another frilly dressed girl who had noticed Mags' presence.
As the high pitched voice excused itself and heels came clicking her way, blonde ringlets went flying as her head flew up in surprise.
A Barbie doll.
A friggin' Barbie doll was running at her.
Suppressing the urge to panic, she stood upright and frigid as the girl dripping in lace and frills made her way towards her, cooing and complimenting her on the gawd awful gown she was forced to wear. Wait... this was another one? Were they all forced to wear crap like this?
The blonde senshi felt slightly better at this comforting thought. "Naw, pink isn't my kind of color. Nor the dress, though yours..." she searched for something nice to say, "Yours looks all Princess-like too, even with the pink!"
One hand shot out, offering itself to the other girl.
"The name's Ma-errr, Duhr. Sailor Duhr."
She laughed a bit uneasily, her free hand moving up to scratch her head. "Sorry, force of habit. Still gettin' used to all of this sush--senshi stuff. First week on the job, I guess if yew can call it that. Not that we get paid or anything."
Pausing, her eyes narrowed slightly and she gave the other girl a suspicious look.
"... yew aren't gettin' paid, right?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 6:20 pm
"No," Pierrette shook her head. "Zue isn't sending me a paycheck, and I know that Astraea wouldn't."
Pisces' cheeks were tinged red from the princess comment. "Do you really think so?" she happily squealed, doing a twirl. "I'd love to be a princess, I would!" She finished her twirl by giving Duhr a curtsy. With a flourish, she stood up straight and took the offered hand, shaking it energetically.
"I'm Sailor Pisces, the 12th Senshi of the Zodiac! I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't heard of us, we're a little new ourselves. Well, sort of. Anyway, everyone's new once. I wouldn't worry too much about it, there are really only a few people around here that you really need to avoid!" Pisces tugged aimlessly at her sausage-curled ponytail, wondering how it looked compared to Duhr's sea of ringlets.
"But what do you mean about your dress? It's really cute!" Pisces obnoxiously skipped around Duhr, looking at all the laced trim.
"Sailor Duhr, what kind of uniform would YOU want to wear?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 9:09 am
She didn't know who Zue was, but she'd heard Derp prattle on enough about Astraea to assume that this Zue was yet another magical cat (who convinced innocent gals like herself to join up against the forces of evil with promises of magical Princesshood).
Damn felines, no wonder the pound was always out to get them.
The redhead had energy. Too much energy. Duhr could only stare at her with wide blue eyes as the girl twirled around and chattered on excitedly. Pisces. Her name was Pisces. Zodiac. The words filtered into her head slowly. She knew about Zodiacs. They were in the paper - Auntie used to read about 'em all the time, and that's how her day was set, by whatever the Zodiacs in the paper told her. Duhr was fairly certain that this Pisces was not the same one from the paper, but it was confusing all the same. Another mystery for another day, it seemed.
She countered the girl's circling with her own, refusing to let the other girl walk behind her. The large bow in the back soon began to tickle against the back of her legs, however, and Duhr stopped to curse and lean down to scratch the itch.
"Jeans." She responded both quickly and flatly. She'd obviously thought about this a great deal, "Dresses aren't practical; yew can't properly fight nothin' when you're in a dress. Jeans, you can get rough in. You can ride horses and feed pigs and roughhouse in jeans. Shirts need to be practical too, but gawd, how are we s'posed to fight when we've got all this fluff comin' up? It just ain't RIGHT."
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