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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 7:28 pm
(Self memo: First of the non-backdated capt. rps following the meeting.)
All in all, it had started with one his amazing 'Oh crap, I knew I forgot something' moments. It was often surprising if Toby knew the day of the week by his standards: and thus not quite as surprising that he had entirely forgotten Ellie's birthday. Well, not entirely, it was written on (one) of his calendars, and it had taken him a few days of 'Is it THE Ellie I know' to realize that it was indeed the same motorbike-loving school-friend he knew that he had happily forgotten the birthday of.
Apparently most bakery owners had some secret after 4:00 pm job they had to attend to, and he had only managed to cajole one of the display cakes out of the local patisserie - also closing - with some shameless 'please' and 'it means a lot to me, thank you's. Considering that they were eyeing him wondering if he had enough money to afford a slowly-turning-belated birthday present, he already had half a mind just to do it the improper way: one dead pastry clerk wouldn't be noticed by anyone, right?
He inhaled deeply, suppressing the urge to tap his foot on the ground as they hum and hawwed about apparently last-minute cake selling regrets. Seriously what were they going to do with it anyway considering the store was closing in a few minutes? Eyes sliding out of focus, his mind wandered briefly towards other thoughts. Maybe he should start learning how to bake or something...
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:55 pm
This bakery definitely needed some investigating. Certainly, ********* was not trying to snitch any free cake. No, the guardian cat would never do something so selfish.
Delusional might have have been an accurate description.
It wasn't like ********* had no reason to be out here. She had somehow managed to con Sailor Iris into meeting her around this area of town. Of course, she'd probably end up meeting her in her civilian form, since the tomboy was very reluctant about the meeting in the first place. If it weren't for the fact that ********* was trying to seem like a normal manx cat, she might have muttered something along the lines of "Be grateful for small favors."
The pale feline rounded towards the back of the familiar bakery and like a cat would, began to scratch at the backdoor. She even let out a few rather convincing feline meowing sounds. Free cake today, please?
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:08 pm
Tap tap tap.
Okay, from what he remembered via TV snippets he occasionally caught on the way to school, you first put the egg in and mixed it with flour right?
Tap tap tap. Or was it special bakery flour, which in that case would be too expensive, hrmm.. maybe he should invest in making his own flour.
It wasn't until he was busy pondering the details of what exactly a flour seed might look like that he realised, that the sole person in charge of this small bakery operation had retreated back into the kitchen and was probably not going to come back any time soon. Even an idiot could tell he had probably been forgotten.
He rang the bell a couple of times. No response. Standing on the tips of his toes, he leaned over the counter, trying to squint into the mostly-closed kitchen door in the back. He could hear shuffling in the back: what on earth were they doing, the display cake was right over there.
Okay Toby, you can do this, you've only been waiting for- and that's when he looked at the lurid cat-faced clock to his left. Over half an hour. For someone to package a cake, if even.
Not even bothering to excuse himself (though the act would have been pointless considering there was noone around to excuse himself from), he trounced out the front door, hands deep in his pocket, a strange tick developing on his right eyebrow. That was the last time he-
- Stopped in his tracks. And squinted. Was it his imagination or was the very same person who was supposed to help him offering cake to a cat at the far back door? A cat. A cat was more important than him apparently.
Displeased was one way of putting how he felt. Along with smouldering anger - and he was usually good at controlling those emotions - and borderline indignation. The empty back-streets did not even pay the least attention to one Negaverse Captain suddenly on the scene, just as furious. No more Mr. Nice Guy tonight.
Not even bothering formalities, he was already dragging his victim backwards, out into the dumpsters, one hand over their mouth as if to silence them. They moved from frightened to hysteric as he reached one hand into their chest and yanked, and then, they were all too quiet.
"Huh," Feeling a little better, Torbernite compared the star seed, in all its slightly-sparkling glory, to the rather plump body now lying against one of the garbage heaps, "That's odd. I had expected it to be larger or something."
Pocketing it, he turned around, on reflex guiltily looking left and right. No witnesses, nothing, it was as clean as it could get. Now to discard the the remains.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:33 pm
Oh, Mr. Baker really did care about *********! Oh yes he did! The tailless feline trilled out a few pleased sounds, rubbing up against the baker's pants leg before proceeding to start eating some of the offered cake. She was still a cat, so she couldn't exactly eat super huge bites. If it had been possible, she would have finished the cake in three bites.
Instead, she was fine with just working through the small bit of cake slowly, getting colorful frosting all over her maw.
Maybe it was the cake that had served as a distraction, for one moment the baker was there, watching over the cat in a near caring fashion, and the next, he was no longer there, but out by the dumpsters. Yet, soon enough she looked up and there was no baker.
And in her head, she could feel almost this strange throbbing sensation. It was not a good sensation at all.
Negaverse?
Grudgingly, she pulled away from her bit of cake and began to follow this sensation. Where it led her made a small shiver run down her spine. And when she saw a very familiar face laying against the ground, looking almost lifeless, the cat let out a yelp.
Yes, talking cats were able to yelp.
The next thing she did was looked for the one who had done this to her beloved Baker friend. It wasn't hard to find the perpetrator, since he had a glowing starseed at hand.
She probably looked rather silly, since she still had red and blue frosting on her maw, but in as serious a voice that she could muster up, she shouted "Hey, THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU!!!! Give it back!!!" The fur about her face was puffed up, and even some of the hairs along her back began to stand on end as she glared at the Negaverse agent.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 11:29 pm
The shock of hearing a shrill voice out of nowhere nearly made him jump a foot in the air. Heart pounding a little too fast for fear of witnesses, Torbernite scanned his surroundings for the perpetrator. Two garbage cans met his eyes, a larger dumpster, and a dead body. And a single, tiny little cat, staring straight at him.
His first thought was that it had no tail. Did that mean it wasn't a cat? This thought was only interrupted by the second, more prevalent piece of information that sent alarm sirens blaring into his head. The pseudo-cat had a star-shaped marking on its head. The pseudo-cat was talking.
Even a fifth grader (given the circumstances) could have made the connection. And it didn't take that much longer for the gears to work in his brain about the last Negaverse Captain meeting and his assignment regarding such star-shaped deviant talking cats.
While it might have been great for him to fetch a cat, it was not on his priority list. Really, he just wanted a clean getaway, and Nealite did mention the words 'observe' regarding them anyway.
Almost melodramatically, he put one finger in the air, an open question. And in that same attention-grabbing gesture, his other hand was on the handle of the less-empty of the two trash cans, swinging it in an arc, in hopes to distract, and if he was very very lucky, temporarily trap a certain guardian cat.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 12:00 am
********* was a cat.
********* was a cat who knew that this Negaverse agent wasn't throwing anything for her to fetch. Her fur was still rather puffed up, and her back was starting to arch a bit. In a hissing tone, she once more demanded "Give it back!!"
Subconsciously, she began to stalk closer. It wasn't exactly very intimidating, considering she was quite a small cat. A small cat with colorful frosting all over her face. If she was just a bit more of a fool, she might have attempted to pounce in. However, there was only so much she could do in this form.
She was debating it. Debating it while watching the boy intensely with her pale green eyes. He couldn't have been much older than Sailor Iris or Sailor Metis.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:25 pm
Clang went the garbage can he had hastily thrown, as it hit the side of the alley, not doing much in the scaring front as the cat was still staring at him yelling bloody murder. If the whole circus and their mother had not heard that, Torbenite would eat his socks.
About ready to flee for his life, he suddenly realised he had still not picked up the bloody cake. There wasn't much the tiny, angry puffball could do anyway, so he gave it a rather annoyed expression as he ran INTO the bakery, attempting to grab a to-go box. Crap, how did these assemble again?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:40 pm
The puffball of a cat began to give chase, slipping in after him in the back door. No, she wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
"GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK!!!!!"
From the front of the bakery, the voice could easily be heard. Heck, if someone opened the front door, someone could hear it pretty easily from the sidewalk. The customers from the front counter could hear the commotion, wondering what in the world could be going on. None were brave souls in the slightest, and one by one, they eventually began to leave the building, giving it a rather questionable look before going.
The sound of some tins and pans clattering to the ground could be heard from the front, but it was mostly drowned out by the rather furious cries of the cat.
"GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!" Letting out her claws, she scrambled to get to any piece of this Negaverser that she could get.
As yet another customer exited the building, the momentary lapse where the door was open and shut, a very familiar voice could be heard. "What th'hell is this sh*t?" The door shut and blocked out the voice again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 11:17 pm
And that is how the voice would first encounter this negaverse agent, a half-formed cardboard box in his arms, a tacky pink ribbon half wrapped around his left wrist, with what seemed like a ferocious ball of fluff attached to his left pant leg.
Torbenite was so busy attempting to both shake the cat off and get what he came for that he simply dismissed the voice as background chatter, as it was sort of hard to hear anything other than "GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK." At this point, in his flailing, he had knocked over two cannisters of flour, a giant tub of icing, and quite the decoration of candles.
He shook his leg furiously. "Seriously just SHUT UP or I'll do it for you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 7:15 am
The manx squirmed and latched onto the pants leg, occasionally trying to scratch through the material. "NO NO NO, YOU GIVE IT BACK FIRST!!!!" It was almost like arguing with a child at this point.
Ellie Spectre had met the cat at the proper place, but then got attracted to the chaos going on in the nearby bakery. Customers were coming out and complaining about some strange commotion in the back. The blonde tomboy had approached, and when she heard the obnoxious sounds of a familiar cat pretty much screaming her head off, she knew what had to be done. Rather than enter from the front, she went towards the back of the alley and transformed. Then she bust through the back door. There was flour in the air, and the senshi of rainbows couldn't help but cough out slightly.
"I'd seriously consider listenin' t'the cat!"
At first, the cat didn't seem to notice the yellow-suited senshi. She was still too involved with being a general (and emotional) menace. However, when she saw the bright colors of the uniform from the corner of her eye, for a moment she beamed.
"Sailor Iris!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:21 am
Almost melodramatically slowly, he stopped, and turned towards the source of the other voice, attempting to place it to the blobular shape as depicted through a miasma of flour.
It wasn't until he heard the words 'Sailor Iris' that he finally clued in. "OH SHI-" It was immediately in flight mode, or would have been if he had not inhaled a lungfour of mostly-flour -and also some corn starch- in the process. Coughing, he attempting to stagger towards the other exit, only to step on a rather large pan and slip, landing against one of the several counters with a rather impressive completed wedding cake collection. Splat went quite a few cakes, topping and falling in a convoluted domino effect.
Short of cake everywhere, it was getting rather hard for him see through the mess of ingredients: Torbenite could have easily been mistaken for a white flailing cake of icing and ribbon at this point.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:50 am
The cat, in association to being somewhat attached to the pale haired boy's pants leg, was also dragged into the cake attack. She let out a rather pitiful mewing sound as she was practically covered from head to paw in cake.
"I wish this was a dream, then it wouldn't feel so icky!!" In dreams, ********* rarely thought of cleanliness. The reality of being covered in cake was it made her fur feel absolutely disgusting.
Sailor Iris had to stifle a laugh or two as she stood there, cooler than the back side of the pillow. "You two look like dipsh*ts!" Hardly seeing a cake-covered Negaverse lackey as a threat, Sailor Iris mustered up a simple Rainbow Ribbon.
"Seriously, is this crap worth yer dignity?" With that, she flung her attack in his direction, just attempting to tie him up rather than do any real damage. It was almost pathetic how easy this was.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 11:15 pm
It was hard to say 'No, and I really wish this stuff would stop happening to me' when he was suspended in gelatinous cake-goo. Torbenite did settle for a muffled "Ack!" before the ribbon snagged onto his other pant leg, resulting in half a ribbon and cake-covered leg sticking out of the entire mass; it might have stung more had he not been nearly asphyxiated by icing.
At this point, he did the only thing that one who was suffocating in sugary death could have done: he shoveled as large a handful of the stuff as possible, and flung it towards the general direction of his assailant, attempting to buy himself some more time.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:50 am
Sailor Iris began to tug, but part way through the yanking, something was thrown at her. Something sugary and disgusting. Within a split second, she was blinded by frosting and cake.
"UNGH!!! GROSS!!!" This senshi had never enjoyed sweets. The most sugar she could handle was the gentle sweetness of Horchata. Cakes were more her Mom's deal than her own.
"I think I got some in my mouth!" she complained as she began to spit. Releasing her hold of the rainbow (therefore making it disappear), she began to wipe the cake out of her eyes.
"If you had just given back the starseed, none of this would have happened!!" the cat whined from her current place upon the Negaverse agent's leg.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:00 am
Wait what star- oh right THAT. He shook his leg a little, well, the best he could, which really could just be called displacing frosting on a cake. "SHUT IT about the star seed thingy unless you want to suffocate in cake."
About to lose his balance, he swayed to the left - splat - and was surprised to see his other leg was free. Thank god, now to make a well-timed exit. Or rather, that was the general idea, he hadn't really expected to finally disengage from the first cream and flour monstrocity to collide face-on with yet another one. This time however, both Negaverser and cake went sliding down the kitchen, making a messy crash landing at the cashier stand. A giant rift of fallen wedding cakes stood between him and the other senshi. "Oh god, if I seriously make it through - oh hey look money!"
Torbenite shamlessly scooped some of the larger bill demoninations into a frosting-decorated hand. He had time: unless Sailor Iris wanted to wallow in a sugary pit of frosting, she wasn't getting to him anytime soon.
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