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 Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 3:06 am
Sailor Hestia exited the alleyway with a smile of grim satisfaction. She used to have such trouble dealing with this! Despite all her training, experience, and determination she nearly always met with disappointment and failure. But not any more. Never again.
She gave a quick peek around the corner of the building, and her smile grew smug as she looked at the crowd of people waiting outside the cafe doors. Still smiling, she turned and began walking the opposite way, a bag with the cafe's logo firmly clutched in her hand.
She used to be one of those people, hopelessly waiting outside for the shop to open. Caught up in the terrible crush of over-eager enthusiasts who also woke up at 3am just to get in line for their ultra-limited daily specials. There were usually several kinds, but the truffles always went first. Then the cookies. The ones that made Miss Mindy so happy, the ones that were so delicious as to create their own fanatic cult-like following within the city. The ones that defeated Emily time and time again.
But that was before. It had been an accident really, Hestia had simply forgotten to power-down before entering the shop. She liked to think it was admiration that had shone in the baker's eyes when he saw her, though another might call it mindless terror. The following "Oh god, w-w-what do you want?!" "Your cookies." - conversation led to a quiet agreement between the two of them. He'd give her a double set of the limited specials, early, through the back door, and she'd never enter the shop again.
The senshi thing, was proving rather useful in very strange ways. There was an almost jaunty bounce in Hestia's step as she cut through the park, looking forward to the look on Miss Mindy's face when she woke-up to find the treat waiting for her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 7:13 pm
Laocoon hadn't meant to talk to strangers. In fact, the sword-carrying cavalier usually just stuck to perching in trees, watching park night life go by without interfering. He was really only looking for things normal human beings couldn't take on – youma being quite high on that list – and though he had seen his fair share of senshi running by he hadn't engaged with any of them. Only just night one had mistaken him for a Negaverse agent and tried to practically lop of his head. He'd only barely escaped through a Burger King bathroom mirror.
He had reason to be cautious. Rather, he had reasons in the plural form. But when Hestia trotted by, carrying a bag with an achingly familiar logo that made the green-haired teen's stomach growl he just couldn't sit idly and watch her walk away. He knew that store's logo like the back of his hand and he was infinitely curious how she'd managed to get freshly baked cookies at this hour when he knew for a fact that the store wasn't even open yet.
Laocoon just had to know the truth, safety be damned.
"Are those…. the cookies?" The way he said cookies made it sound like they were the food of the gods (which they damn near were). From her perch four branches up in a nearby elm tree, the cavalier peered down hopefully at Sailor Hestia. Hopefully the puppy dog eyes would be enough to keep her from looking at his sword.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 10:51 pm
The tree had spoken. To her. A tree had just spoken to Sailor Hestia. Could be an, ....Ent? But it asked about the cookies, and nobody asked about cookies unless they wanted cookies. And as far as she knew Ents didn't eat cookies. Negaverse?
This was possible. She looked the tree up and down trying to size it up as an opponent. It was pretty tall. Really tall. And even had a person in it! Wait. A person?! Was it eating somebody?! But then why was it asking for a cookie? Wait...was this...a hostage situation?!
Ha! Well, little did the Nega-Ent realize, but Sailor Hestia didn't do hostage situations. If it came down to Miss Mindy's breakfast versus another person's life...well. If you want to make an omelet, you have to break a few eggs.
But...she had gotten a few extras this time. She looked back up at the boy in the tree. His eyes looked very large and shiny, was he in a great deal of pain? Then again, maybe he had some sort of condition. Clearing her throat, Hestia, with the reluctance of someone who had just made a hard, possibly regretful decision, answered firmly, "They are, indeed. Now...let the boy go and you may have one."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 8:13 am
There was a moment of silence between the two. It wouldn’t have been correct to call it awkward, since both parties were just sizing each other up (or rather, Laocoon was just being sized up. The cavalier in question was much too busy focusing on the divine cookies Hestia held in her hand). Finally, the senshi broke the silence.
"They are, indeed. Now...let the boy go and you may have one."
Let the boy go? Laocoon blinked, trying to make sense of the response. What boy was she talking about? There was only him – last time he’d looked – sitting in this tree and since he didn’t feel a weapon pressed against any part of his anatomy he could only assume he hadn’t been snuck up on. Nonetheless, the girl was acting as though this was a hostage situation and for some reason he’d been captured by the uh… hrm. This was most puzzling.
“I am not entirely sure what it is you speak of, madam. Could you please rephrase your demands?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:04 pm
The boy's mouth had moved as the tree talked. Hestia couldn't help but feel slightly weirded out by the sight of it. Was this some sort of reverse ventriloquism?! Or maybe, maybe it wasn't a hostage situation but a trap instead?
Hmmm...this situation was both odd and troubling to say the least. The senshi gave it half a minute of serious contemplation before deciding on the best possible course of action. Without letting the tree out of her sight, she began backing away slowly until she reached a picnic table.
"All right. I am placing a cookie on a napkin." She spoke slowly and clearly as she did so. "I am leaving it on this table and backing away slowly." What she didn't say was that she was also about to run to the nearest gas station and then coming back to burn the thing down. Hestia preferred to do away with "odd" and "troubling" things in the most final way possible.
Sadly her ingenious plan was interrupted by something moving around in the bushes behind her. It was hard to tell in the dark but it looked rather...blue? A gruff, grumbling voice emerged, "Cooooooookie?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 12:30 pm
The cavalier could only blink owlishly as the senshi backed away, moving in the direction of a nearby picnic table. He didn't quite understand what all the fuss was about – he was only sitting in a tree – but apparently that was some cause for alarm. Laocoon remained perfectly still as Hestia did what she said she was going to do, eyeing her with perhaps the same trepidation she was eyeing him and his tree. What, did she think he had cooties or something?
"Er, thanks. Much obliged." As he made to hop down from the tree something moved in the bushed, drawing his attention suddenly. The end result was that the cavalier did not land gracefully on his feet, but rather, half-slid down the tree into a heap at the bottom, unwilling to take his eyes off the blue thing that was shuffling around.
Glancing over at the senshi, he couldn't help but ask, "A friend of yours?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 3:40 am
"No, I don't believe it is," she answered, frowning. Hestia gave the tree a quick, considering look. Maybe the boy really was a hostage, if the evil tree was going to be that rough with him. Then she noticed the sword.
There were a number of theories and accusations trying to form on her lips, but they all flew away as the creature took that moment to pounce! It moved with a speed that was practically magic and entirely bizarre! One moment it's head was bobbing in the bushes and the next, it had popped up beside the table and proceeded to cram the ransom cookie into it's mouth.
"OM NOM! NOM! NOM!"
Watching in awed disgust as crumbs flew in every direction, Hestia slowly edged back toward the boy. What she really wanted, was to set the cookie stealing abomination on fire. But as she had something of a shortage in the flame thrower department..."May I borrow that sword for a moment?"
She had (possibly) saved him from the evil tree after all, and at great personal sacrifice. It was really the least he could do.
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