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 Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:08 am
A tense silence filled the park as Sailor Hestia stared at her opponent. She had been waiting for them reappear before her. Lately she had felt familiar eyes upon her, observing. Calculating. She'd pretended not to let them know that she knew. Blithely going about her daily life as is she wasn't being stalked by the darkest agents of the Negaverse.
Tonight, though, the charade would end.
A stray breeze caused a plastic bag to tumble through the scene of Epic Standoff.
Hestia's eyes narrowed grimly, fingers twitching slightly at her side.
The squirrel facing her stared back, thoroughly unimpressed.
It was high-noon at midnight.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:15 am
There was a senshi about. A senshi that was very stationary at the moment. The fact there was a senshi out at night wasn't too concerning, since a majority of them were active after school hours. It was just the lack of movement that was concerning.
What was she doing? Taking a nap?
Rather than let this go unnoticed, the manx had taken it upon herself to locate this unmoving blip on her mental radar. The park was a very common place for the guardian to visit, since so many people passed by during the day. As her paws drew her towards the scene, the cat could see a girl in her fuku standing there. However, she couldn't see what the girl was looking at, since the feline was approaching from behind.
Curiously, she slowed down so she could merely pad over. Like any other cat would do, she rubbed her body against this senshi's leg before asking the infamous question.
"What'cha doing?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 10:19 pm
Caught up in the moment, Hestia answered, "I'm about to finish this." Then she realized there was something rubbing against her ankle...and that something had just spoken to her. The squirrel had brought back up! The clever fiend! Muscles tensing for a kick, the senshi glanced down.
"You..." her voiced trailed off as she realized that the speaker was not, in fact, a nega-squirrel. Quite the opposite, really. Her body relaxed as she noted the marking on her forehead, "Ah, Comrade Cat! I was just about to put down an agent of the Negaverse, it's..." She glanced over and continued, voice grim, "...it's gone. My apologizes on letting it escape, Miss."
Crouching down to make eye contact, she snapped off a small salute, "I'm Sailor Hestia, Senshi of Housekeeping."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 7:33 am
For a moment, crimson eyes had met her own green eyes. The manx's eyes blinked three times in response to the senshi. Her head tilted at the salute and greeting.
In a pleasant voice, the feline replied "At ease, Sailor. I hadn't even realized what you were doing, in all honesty. I'm not used to senshi staying in one place for as long as you had been. That is all."
It was vaguely concerning that the feline hadn't sensed the Negaverse agent. However, her worries would get in the way of greetings. Leaning her body forward in a sort of feline curtsy, the pale manx mentioned "My name is *********. Pleasure to meet you, Sailor Hestia." Greeting out of the way, the feline padded up to where the senshi was crouching down and bounced her forepaws up off the ground and onto the girl's knees, as if to get a closer look.
"What sort of agent had you been up against?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:51 pm
Lowering her voice and leaning closer to the cat, Hestia explained, "Earlier this year I came upon a negaverse plot of sorts. Instead of using standard youma creatures, what I found were highly trained agents." Her face darkened at the memory of them, always watching. Waiting. "They have yet to show signs of aggression, so I believe their role is mainly that of gathering information. For now."
The senshi fought the urge to twitch a bit, she could feel it out there. Ever vigilant. It's beady little eyes noting their every move. In an urgent whisper, Hestia concluded, "It's the squirrels. Miss *********. The squirrels."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 7:35 pm
The feline's eyes were attentively upon Hestia's and her ears were perked up to her voice. For a moment, ********* was clinging onto every word the Sailor was saying.
Highly trained agents... they must be very highly trained if their energy levels can be masked away so effectively...
And then the dark haired senshi revealed the suspected agents. If she was crueler (like Sailor Iris), she might have burst out laughing. Instead, she just mewed out in a very confused tone.
"The squirrels?" she repeated, as if testing to see if it sounded as ridiculous as she anticipated it would. It did. Clearing her throat slightly, she then mentioned something.
"No need to use such formal speech with me, Sailor Hestia. I am just *********>
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 10:32 pm
Eyes never leaving the shadows, Hestia grimly confirmed, "Squirrels. They're the perfect tool. They're always around, always watching, and people are used to it." She frowned a this obvious lack of vigilance, "Also they're..." A slight flush, "...they're creepy."
Unsettled by the fact that something had actually managed to creep her out, she began to pet the small cat beside her. "Mr. Monty, he's our talking alien cat supervisor, well...he's not entirely convinced that there's an actual tie to the Negaverse." Actually he had laughed until he realized she was serious. Then he just sighed and took a nap. "So I thought I'd capture one of them, Miss...ah...sorry! Comrade *********."
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 8:39 am
As any other sane cat would do, the moment Hestia's fingers began to pet her, ********* leaned into the moving fingers, adjusting her movements so they were as pleasurable as possible. It didn't take very long for her to start up purring. "With that title, you now make me sound like a Russian Blue." The manx chuckled very slightly before all of a sudden she just seemed to spring up into the senshi's makeshift lap.
"This Mr. Monty you speak of... does he have a full name?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 2:55 pm
The senshi quickly adjusted to the I am your comfy furniture, please make yourself at home status that all pet owners know and secretly love. Even if they aren't quite an "owner" and the "pet" is anything but. "I'm sure you'd make an excellent Russian Blue, Miss *********," Hestia replied encouragingly.
"Mr. Monty? Oh, his full name is Montecristo," she answered with a flush. Was it improper to have shortened her cat-shaped alien guide's name in that manner? He never seemed to mind. (In actuality, he totally minded. Quite vocally too. It just never quite sunk in with the girl.)
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 7:49 pm
"*********," the cat reminded the girl politely, almost emphasizing the lack of a Miss in front of the name. Her ear flicked slightly before she then laughed out a bit in her lap.
"Well, I can understand why you shortened it. Montecristo is a lot to say for one name. I guess I am lucky my own name is so short. *********, *********, *********!" Her nose twitched slightly as she formed a small smile upon her maw. Her eyes seemed to drift shut, but it was not meant to last apparently.
Her eyes shot open and her head lifted up from where she was resting as if she had heard something. Her whiskers were fanned out slightly as she seemed to grow more tense. "...There is a Youma nearby, Sailor Hestia..." Wasn't it her luck, she finally got comfortable and important business had to show up.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 1:48 am
A youma? Making a supreme effort not to tense or give the game away, Hestia tried to casually survey the area. Not quite seeing anything, but beginning to feel that foul bit of extra in the air, she whispered, "Advisor *********, I believe the agent must have gone to get reinforcements. Don't worry, I'll dispatch this one and remove you to a safer location in case more follow."
Those squirrels. So small, but so very cunning, the sly beasts. It was no wonder the negaverse employed them.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:11 am
The feline was not nearly as worried about showing her slight bit of worry about the Youma. Her eyes also began to search the area as well, seeking the slight feeling of negative energy. Her face ended up staring in a very particular direction, a spot in a clearing.
It looked like there was nothing there, but ********* mental radar seemed to be saying otherwise.
"Sailor Hestia, I would be concerned if you had suggested doing anything less." With a nod (though it was not facing the girl), she gave the senshi the go ahead to do what she needed to do.
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