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 Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 1:43 pm
Well, so the quarantine was over, the comatose were awakening, life was pretty good, right? Right.
Except both of Kaatje's parents? Had been comatose.
And both of Kaatje's parents? Dead.
Which was okay, you know, she didn't really know them, she'd been going to boarding school since she was what, five? It just meant she had a lot more responsibility to shoulder, at least for herself and you know... family businesses. Mostly the Van der Weydins were just silent partners, she just had to sit on the investments and occasionally shuffle some stock around and she'd be rich for the rest of her life. Like, whatever. A four-year-old could handle being the head of this family.
It was just. It was stressful, you know? Knowing your entire lifestyle rested on your own shoulders and you were it. It was just Kaatje. She was The End. No more, nada, kaput.
Sobering.
So she was leaving the attorney's office, Blackberry in hand, entering an email to one of her friends and browsing the internet as she stood at the bus stop. Late summer meant she just wore a sundress and strappy heels; formal occasions meant she actually had a shoulderbag, and her hair was up with her little star-shaped pins. The giant monster flying out of a manhole in the ground meant she practically threw her phone, blue eyes wide as dinner plates. Instinct brought her inside the metal enclosure, in a far corner, both hands over her head; poor decision making made her peek out, to watch the rampaging beast savage a car.
"Damn," she breathed, eyes wide.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 5:10 am
As always, for tiny little Derpraline, it was impossible for her to go outside ever without running into a problem of the youma persuasion. Before she'd woken up Duhr it hadn't been so bad; she hadn't known what she was doing and could have easily run away to later make the excuse that she just couldn't have done anything, and trying got you hurt! Derp hated getting hurt. More than getting her hat dirty, which happened lots and lots now too! One time those bad Negaversers had even nearly stolen her hat and..."Oh nooooo~ Why always a personnnnn~" The whine was poignant as the flame-haired Kaatje was spotted by the tiny cat.
There was no doubt that the youma would eventually find her when it finished venting itself all over the vehicles surrounding the office buildings; they had a knack for finding star seeds. After all, it was what they were made to do! That was something that Derp had learned early on, something that even her tiny and deformed brain could process with little interference from they many distractions of the surrounding area. There was also no senshi that she could call on to do the dangerous work for her, someone more suited to the task. Derpraline was going to have to do it herself. What looked like a hammered metal bowl popped from her backflip-summoning subspace and clattered lightly on the pavement before it was stuffed onto her head and obscuring those feline ears entirely.
Danger Hat, check!
Puffing up as big as she could, taking deep huffing breaths, the tiny-legged little kitten ran as fast as she could towards the hidden girl. Unfortunately, in typical Derp fashion, she did not consider how to stop. WHAM! She flew into Kaatje's back with a mewl, thankfully with her tiny body in lieu of the metal that would have no-doubt bruised and pained the girl. That never worked with confidence! Not wasting time, the cat who was now seeing stars in her head, simply pulled at Kaatje's hem, away from the youma. No talking, no talking, oh please come! The thought echoed in her kitty brain; hopefully it did some good!
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 11:36 pm
Kaatje was still staring at the giant sludge monster, eyes wide. Why the hell had she thrown her phone? This was the sort of thing that really had to be videotaped to be believed--sure, it wouldn't be anything special on youtube, videos of the Destiny City monsters were popping up all the time! But her friends would never, ever believe it if they didn't see it with their own eyes, so the video recording would be a good bit of help--
(a smart person would have here thought to run or perhaps use the telephone inside the shelter to call for help)
--but her musings were interrupted by something small running headlong into her back. And then there was a tiny, fluffy kitten clinging to the hem of her dress, trying to pull her away from the monster? ... well, alright, if it insisted. Kaatje turned and gathered up the cat, proceeded out and away from the monster. "Where did you come from," she was wondering aloud, as the sludge beast started to upturn cars on top of each other. Tiny fires were sparking where metal grated on metal.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:15 am
Turning your back on a youma was the Worst Possible Thing and it was becoming readily apparent that youma did indeed have a Turned Back Sensor embedded in their beings somewhere. It was like they were every horror movie cliche rolled into one, and if you ever went down a dark path you could bet you'd find a youma. Run into the bushes? It would catch you. Back turned, defenses lowered in front of a mausoleum? Youma. Youma youma everywhere and not a drop to...wait no that was wrong, Derp your mind is wandering! It was a snappy voice of command that sounded quite a bit like a cranky silver cat with an attitude problem that the tiny cross-eyed kitten loved with single-minded focus. It pulled her back to her job, but unfortunately the previous thought of No Speech had been totally forgotten.
So it was that the tiny voice of Derpraline came out to speak to Kaatje as the youma stopped savaging the cars and focused in on them. "I came from behind you ohmigosh ohmigosh look behind you run run!" Tiny paws drummed with urgency as the kitten squirmed as if she wanted to be let down to run on her own, though that was decidedly also not the most efficient thing in the world and she would be Certainly Eaten.
"Move move now now! Puhleaaaaase~" Hopefully the big kitten eyes would do the trick. Hopefully she wouldn't be dropped on her head....again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:08 pm
The talking cat's instructions were exactly not what Kaatje needed to hear. Her instinctive action was to stop, right there, and lift up the behatted kitten to stare at it. The tan furball was squirming mightily, tiny paws batting at her fingers. Self-conciously, she loosened her grip a bit; why would she want to hurt this silly-looking little thing? "Did you just talk," she asked, but then there was a rather disgusting-sounding roar and she did look behind her at the oil slick monster. It was oozing closer, slow enough she could probably run if only she'd move.
Then Derp was talking again and Kaatje, obligingly, moved. She regretted the fate of her Blackberry, but she could always go back later--deal with things, later, it was backed up anyway. The weird talking kitten could be dropped off elsewhere, somewhere safe like an alleyway too small for the sludge monster.
...Actually that sounded perfect, and she threw herself inside one just as one tentacle splashed the ground with a sound not unlike a whipcrack. "Wow," she said, inching back towards the mouth of the alley to regard the monster's temper tantrum.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 5:29 pm
Derpraline had considered her mission finished as soon as the girl had gotten away from the youma's direct sight. After all she was just human, not one of the ones that Derpraline had to absolutely protect no matter what, not one of the ones that Derpraline would do Incredibly Stupid Things to try and aid....or so the tiny puffball had thought. For as soon as Kaatje had crawled to the mouth of the alleyway to look again at the inky youma, something had snagged her crossed eyes. It was faint, but dead in the center of that ginger's forehead, was a glimmering sigil of the sailor senshi! After goggling in shock and all but yowling with it, teeth again sunk into the teen's clothing, dragging her back.
But when the girl would look this time, there was going to be the shimmer of something on the ground between them both. "Look look, take pen! Get monster! Look look!" It wasn't really anything helpful, but it was not at all exactly easy for her to talk with a mouth full of fabric either. Nor while there were cars about to explode and a youma nearby with a senshi who had no idea she was a senshi!
No, Derpraline was in Quick and Dirty mode. She really hated Quick and Dirty.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 5:45 pm
"Ow! Auh, <********>," Kaatje cursed, reaching behind her to try and dislodge the kitten from the hem of her sundress. It didn't actually hurt, it was just surprising that such a damn tiny kitten had enough physical strength to yank an almost-grown girl back. The little cat was seized in both hands (not harshly!! she wasn't soulless) and Kaatje was getting ready to just let the silly little thing know that it was not cool to grab people's clothes even if they could talk when she noticed the shimmering thing on the ground. Take pen? Get monster? Kaatje gently set the cat down, and picked up the shimmering pen. There was a glimmering feeling of warmth, suffusing her limbs, as she stared at the orange and gold object. She got up, brushed dirt off her back, held the pen over her head. It came to her more easily than some of her oil paintings, the knowledge just there when she reached for it. "Gunn Power, Make-up!" Her body seemed to know what to do, then, too--tracing a circle, watching the flames roar up and when they cleared, her sundress was replaced by a brown bolero, long black gloves--a white bodice and orange skirt. Crocs, too, how off-trend, but even that paled next to tonight's big realization: Whoa. Hold up. She was a sailor senshi?!  "What am I supposed to do now," she asked the cat, her blue eyes wide.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 5:51 pm
The name would have come to the kitten as soon as the transformation occurred, even if the girl hadn't said it aloud. Though she had, and Derpraline was incredibly grateful to her for it, as it hastened that moment of realization and got her fluffy self out of the ring of fire quick enough to not be singed by it. Senshi of any sort of element were fairly immune to the worst effects of said element, or so it seemed, but those around them were not really ever so very lucky. Derpraline was not a senshi, and was not an elemental, so was thusly susceptible to pretty much anything thrown at her.
Including cars.
One had gone sailing past the alleyway causing her to all but mewl pathetically as she flailed dramatically. "Go stop it! Fire? Boom! I don't know! Senshi should know! Attack attack!" Like a fish, her harried little head flopped back and forth with a sense of insanity and urgency all behind it before everything stopped, and the kitten smiled.
"Derp likes your shoes. Use them to kick youma butt!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 7:17 pm
It was hard to follow the kitten's rambling over the screeching and slamming of cars, but the newly-awakened Sailor Gunn made an effort. For her trouble, got: The cat, who had made her that pen and essentially turned her into a terrorist, had no idea what was going on. Fire and boom and use her shoes to kick youma butt?
Well. If the cat insisted. Gunn slid out of the alleyway, stared at the gooey, vile creature that was starting to slide under another car. It was running, she could hear it, and for some reason she thought this was a good thing. In the same way she knew she was Sailor Gunn, the Soldier of Wildfire, she knew there had to be fire to use her attack.
"Okay... Derp," she said; "I'll kick... youma... butt." She swept out an arm and yelled, "Gunn Wildfire Propagation!"
What happened next was entirely unexpected.
For a moment, it was nothing, and Gunn gave the area around them a funny look. Something should be happening, shouldn't it? Then the car on top of the youma exploded. Loudly. The youma beneath it was pulverized; the flames from the explosion caught on gasoline, on the remnants from the youma's thrashing and flailing before.
And through it all, Gunn just stood there, gaping like a fish.
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