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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:52 pm
Tired of sitting in her room and staring at a blank wall Fiona Watson had decided that enough was enough. She didn't care that she was under a 'lockdown', she was nineteen years old and she'd be damned if she let anyone tell her what to do or when she could go out. So defiantly she strolled out of her room to her front door and ripped it open. When asked where she was going she simply replied with, "Out." And left without second thought.
She didn't bother to look behind her, instead she stomped forward like a woman on a mission because really, that's exactly what she was. She was determined to get as far away from her house as quickly as possible. Once she was more than a few blocks away she looked around (in case her brother had followed her) before disappearing into an alley.
When the teen stepped back out of the alley, on the other side of it, she was no longer Fiona. Instead she was Sailor Denebola, the senshi of dragonflies. A determined sailor scout ready to patrol after a few weeks of absence. She briefly wondered if anyone had noticed, probably not. She wasn't exactly a well known or powerful senshi but that was exactly why she began heading toward the northeast circuit of the city.
It was the same path the girl had taken on one of her first training nights with Taranis. She figured it covered enough of the city that she would either find a senshi to patrol with, who was hopefully more experienced than she was, a youma to dust or a civilian to save.
It really didn't matter to her as passed the abandoned bakery because she just needed something to happen. She had all this pent up energy from being stuck indoors for days and boy was she itching to let it all out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 6:09 pm
Sailor Scylla was sitting on the bakery sign (she'd gotten there from the roof), looking at the piano store across the street and tapping a pen in her teeth. Clenched in her left hand was a notepad, and her legs were crossed neatly. This was a relatively quiet place, she'd found; apparently youma were lacking in desire for homemade cheesecakes and pies. Or pianos. Then again, maybe another senshi patrolled the area. Either way, it was here that she'd found herself, seated comfortably enough. The notepad in her hand was decorated in curliques and scribbles, and the beginnings of an essay for her Religion class that she was taking at DCU. It was a paper on Jung's theory on Religion as a Fantasy, and goodness knew it was taking her longer than the one she'd been dared into writing on the Klingon religion. (That had gotten her asked out on a date when the Professor read it out loud to the class. Twice. She'd politely declined.)
She probably shouldn't be out and about in public dressed as she were, but what better way to be dressed? If she went out as a civilian this late at night, some Negaverse agent could pick her up, and then she'd have to henshin and her identity could be neatly blown. Is she went out 'powered up' then she didn't have to worry about the little details. There was the additional benefit as well of not having to take a few extra seconds to henshin; who knew when she would run into the enemy doing some bit of harm? A few seconds were precious.
But it was time to focus on her paper. Not the details of how long it took her to turn from the gorgeous Jada into the scintillating Scylla.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 11:29 pm
Denebola stopped outside the window of the bakery peering into the shop. It looked a little worn down and when she examined the window more closely she could see a small crack beginning to form in the corner of the frame. Oops, had that been her fault? She shook her head, the probability of it being so was very low. Highly unlikely.
She stepped backward to view the store as a whole. She wasn't quite sure why she was doing so but she couldn't help it. There she was standing like an open target as she tilted her head back to look up at the sky. She startled herself and let out a gasp when she saw the girl sitting on the bakery's sign.
Eyes wide, she scrambled forward pressing her body against the first part of wall she could find. She had no idea what affiliation the girl was and she certainly didn't want to be seen until she could figure it out.
She slid against the wall until she found the corner and proceeded to change walls and continue to press herself against it. She paused for a moment to take a deep breath, close her eyes and try to sense Scylla's aura. That would tell her plenty right?
It felt like a warm glow and she felt herself relax so she stepped out of the shadows and right into a trash can. With a loud CLANG the girl fell face first into the ground with her foot stuck in the green metal can.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:01 pm
So engrossed in her essay was she, that Sailor Scylla was an open target for anyone who was walking by to snap pictures, or flip her skirt, or- oh no! Her notebook fell off her lap as she shifted her weight, hands pressed firmly to the cold of the sign. Clang! came a sound from behind her, and Scylla fell from the sign in pursuit of her notebook, landing in a crouch. (It surely looked impressive, she decided, and no need to tell anyone that it was because she'd let herself fall from to high up and lost her balance. She'd been doing that a lot lately, for a girl who never lost her balance when she kept her feet on the ground. She should do that little more often than she had been lately.
There was another person here now, someone she had missed in her distraction- and she would have deserved it were it a Negaverse Agent coming to snatch her life away... Sailor Scylla, bringing her homework on patrol; Ares would kick her a** from here to next year. The trash can was knocked over, a foot embedded in it, and whoever had knocked it over was face first in the snow.
She couldn't help it. Sailor Scylla began to laugh as she bent to pick up her notebook. How silly this situation was! "Are you alright?" she asked finally, the first to speak between the two.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:53 am
The green clad sailor scout just laid there, face planted in the snow, for a good couple of minutes because she simply didn't feel like moving. Why? Because she was embarrassed by how clumsy she had been. Slowly, but surely, she pressed her gloved palms into the snow to push herself to her knees. It wasn't until she heard the other girl laughing that she realized that she should be embarrassed, if only because someone had actually witnessed her clumsiness.
Her cheeks were tinged with pink and one couldn't be sure if it was from the cold (really who wouldn't have a red face after a face full of snow?) or because of her embarrassment. She just stared, wide-eyed at the other girl until she said something. Then realizing she had been staring she looked away, running a hand down her face to remove the last of the snow before standing up.
"Uh, yeah," she replied after a moment of hesitation. She took a second to dust herself off. "I've been a little clumsy recently," she stated not entirely sure where to go from this point. "Um, I'm Sailor Denebola," she introduced herself because that's what people were supposed to do, if they were on the same side. And they were right?
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:44 pm
"I'm sorry I was laughing." Jada said finally, when she'd finished of course, and reached with her left hand to brush some of the snow off of the other Scout's shoulders. "You just so happened to startle me right as I dropped this," she held up the notebook, decorated in purple ink, "and I was getting ready for a fight, but..." her palm covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with laughter. "It was just what I would have deserved if you had been an enemy. Me unprepared, just hanging out in plain sight like a ninny, waiting for something to happen."
The black-haired girl held out her hand to the stranger, relaxed. Well, one couldn't be rude! "I am Scylla, Senshi of the Kraken." she told the other girl, glancing her over curiously. Scylla's own hand went to the shaped brooch that hung at her bosom, obviously trying to find some token clue to the other senshi's identity in her costume. Hmm, what was she? "A pleasure to meet you, Denebola. No worries on the clumsiness, we all have our moments. Believe me."
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:38 am
Fee brushed her laughter off, it was not a problem because really, it was quite the laughable situation. If she had scene the other half of course because then she would know that she had not been the only one to fall. Of course Scylla had landed far more gracefully than she had. Though it was really not an important detail. "Guess we're being startled a little bit everywhere," she laughed thinking about how the other senshi had, in fact, startled her first.
Dual colored eyes started at the notebook for a minute, confusion littering the girl's face. "Why do you need a notebook out here?" It was a rather straight forward question that probably didn't need an answer. It didn't take rocket science to figure out why someone took a notebook out to patrol with them.
It seemed as though she had forgotten that most senshi, including herself, had school and being a senshi didn't exactly give much time for homework. Oh well. As Scylla gave Fee the name of her sphere it clicked in her mind that, hey she should say her sphere too! Especially since there wasn't too much on her outfit that would give any real clues. She didn't have a fancy brooch like Scylla's. Only a pretty bow.
"Dragonflies, I'm the senshi of dragonflies," she stated quickly, her words melding together. "Still getting used to this whole thing, it's really not as easy as some people make it look," she sighed brushing loose hair from her face. "I could definitely use some practice."
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:17 am
Jada waggled her notebook and debated between truth and fiction. "It could be full of my plans to take over the world." she told her fellow Sailor finally. Mischievously. "I'm sure that would be a more interesting read than the other option." Which was actually what was in her notebook. "I probably shouldn't have brought it with me on patrol, but I was hoping for a quiet night, and it was hard to focus cooped up in the house." Why hadn't she just sat on her own roof, instead of staring out over the city? ... Maybe she had been hoping for a little action after all.
When the other senshi shared her sphere, Scylla clapped her hands in delight. "Dragonflies! That must be fabulous!" she tucked the pen into her hair, rolling up the notebook and stuffing it into her left glove; the action made it difficult to move her left elbow, but she didn't really need either notebook or bending elbow at the moment.
It wasn't as easy as some people made it look. Scylla nodded, commiserating in her own very special way. "It does get easier, with practice." she said finally. "The hardest part is keeping the two worlds in balance. It is all very precarious, stuff sliding around in your life like papers on a tray." In Jada's case, a silver tray.
Distracted as she was by the other senshi, she didn't catch the flicker of light reflected in the glass of the bakery window behind Denebola, cast from somewhere around the piano shop across the street. Two lights, to be more precise, that blinked brightly for an instant, then dimmed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 1:00 pm
"Should I be frightened?" Denebola asked pretending to cringe into herself in fear. It seemed like it was a mostly relaxed situation so it was okay to joke around, right? "Yeah, I understand that," she replied nodding. That had been her the last couple of weeks after she had been released from the hospital. Her family had been very concerned for her well being, especially when she hadn't been able to explain what had happened due to memory loss which was truly just an excuse.
It was a miracle she had been able to walk out as freely as she had that night. But she was a stubborn girl and refused to take the no her parents told her. Actually she just stormed out but that was of no importance, all that mattered was she was finally free of the confines of her home.
"Getting out every now and then is good," she commented thoughtfully before smiling. "It's perfect for me," she agreed thinking back to her love of the flying bug.
Fee nodded clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth thoughtfully. "I bet, I'm having a hard time already, I don't suppose it is ever simple?" She didn't think having two identities would ever be simple but she couldn't help but hope.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 8:15 pm
"Well," Scylla eyed her notebook pensively, "I suppose you don't need to be too worried. I somehow don't think any of my particular plans for world domination are particularly feasible." it was with a dramatic sigh that she finally shrugged, giving Denebola a sheepish grin. The violet-eyes senshi tilted her head back, flakes of snow white falling from her dark hair as she shook her head vigorously. "It is nice to get out, but goodness it is cold!" She stuck out her tongue to catch a few of the flakes, a childish gesture at odd with her tone of voice and apparent age.
The 'older' senshi (she didn't know how old Denebola was, but Jada apparently had been doing this longer than she- almost a whole year already?) looked at Denebola with a wry grin. "Simple?" That was a loaded question if she had ever heard one. "No, I don't think it ever gets simple, especially the more you run into people."
Scylla had been shot at, screamed at, almost arrested, hospitalized; she'd balanced it with her debut, and the personal expectations of her (highly disappointed) wealthy family. And she couldn't make an excuse to her parents, to try and make them understand why she wasn't the perfect daughter that a year ago she had been set up to be. She couldn't explain that she was more than just the spoiled heiress that had been planned. She couldn't imagine trying to hide all of... well... Red lips curved downwards, and dark lashes swept closed on pale cheeks.
This.
Destiny City was beautiful, and dangerous, and hated the very people who were trying to help it. "No," she repeated herself. "Never gets simple. Before I became Scylla- No, before I was awakened to the fact that I am Scylla- I was nothing like who I am now. It is hard to explain that to curious, frantic parents."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:19 am
"Very much so, unnaturally cold really," the green clad senshi agree mimicking the older senshi's actions, tilting her head back to look at the sky. Unlike the other girl however she did not try to catch a snowflake on her tongue, instead she lowered her head and watched the other senshi do so.
She found herself smiling at the answer to get question. She let out a soft laugh, "Not surprising really, I bet it probably gets more complicated." She shook her head. She hadn't been through as much as Scylla because she was newer and because she had older, more experienced Senshi willing to give her advice, to teach her what to do and what not to do. It was a blessing that she was forever thankful for.
She knew her life had become more complicated when she had been awakened and much more dangerous but Denebola was a brave girl and thought that she would be able to take on anything, even if she needed help every now and then. She hadn't learned just how dangerous this life would be.
"I can only imagine," she replied frowning as she thought of her own parents, the worried mother she had left behind and her ever working father. "It's life changing then, this whole senshi, er, hero thing, though that is unsurprising..." she sighed. It wasn't that she was sad about this fact, she knew it from the very moment she had been awakened, but it meant there would always be secrets that had to be kept. Secrets that her family could never know without endangering them.
"Guess I just have to practice and train a lot to make sure I don't get beat up too bad, I don't know how I'll explain that to my parents again..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 6:29 pm
There wasn't anything more to really say about the weather. Jada shrugged, sighed. "Global warming messes everything up." she said finally, and eyed her signpost again. There wasn't too much of a point in climbing back up there. It kept getting colder and colder, and she was eventually going to get the flu or freeze to death if she kept this patrol up. Not to mention it would be hard to focus, thinking of how silly she'd been, and how lucky. No more homework on patrol, she reminded herself, and black hair was pushed back out of her face. ' "It is life-changing," she said finally to Denebola, and offered her arm to the other girl with a thoughtlessness that revealed how 'touchy-feely' a person Sailor Scylla actually was. Wouldn't it be nice to just go for a walk with a new friend? And with linked arms, it meant more body heat- at least one side of each of them wouldn't freeze. Teamwork. "I've been mugged so many times, and robbed, and was in a terrible subway accident. I even got hit by a car! Fabulous excuses, all of them, and the only legitimate truth was the subway."
Something flashed the edge of her vision, and habit had her turning to look at it. When she was a kid, she'd been told that those things you saw on the edge of your vision, that you could never see when you looked at where they were, were fairies. Not all of them like Tooth Fairies, either. Geoffrey- how she loved him, still- had told her about Brownies, and Goblins, and little things that went bump in the night. Nothing was there. Scylla shook her head, turning away.
The sound of glass shattering and a heavy weight flinging itself into her back, something clawed ripping at her hips and shoulders and violent tugging on her hair, startled her. She went face down in the snow, screaming.
On her back was a creature with rabbitlike ears, and a long, snakelike body. Four paws, scales, and it was latched onto the senshi like a hungry thing, trying to claw its way through her hair.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:45 am
For once Fee was quiet having nothing more to say about the peculiar weather that plagued DC. She was grateful when the conversation returned to living life as an awakened senshi. When Scylla offered her arm Denebola easily slid her arm into it revealing that she too was a touch-feely individual. It was a motion she did without thought falling easily into what one would see a pair of good friends doing.
The senshi of dragonflies listened quietly, letting the other girl speak without interruption. The act allowed the redhead to think about her experiences and how, in comparison to Scylla, she hadn't really experienced anything. She had gotten off lucky, for the most part, when it came to her 'bad' experiences. The only one that had made her shudder had been her run in with the one eyed captain. She shivered just thinking about it, but it was easily over looked due to how cold it was.
In her moment of thought she had missed what the other girl had clearly seen. The sound of shattering glass, followed by screaming quickly brought Denebola back as she ripped her arm from the other girl, fist raised while the other fell into the snow.
It was a second before she reacted, dual colored eyes tracing the outline of the rabbit-snake hybrid. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she hurried forward, reaching out and grabbing a hold of the beast ears and yanking it back hard.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 3:13 pm
Scylla shrieked as the youma was being pulled off of her, as it had dug its claws past her black hair and was working its way through the upper layers of her skin, aiming for her heart. When Denebola yanked the beast off, it took hair, fuku, and skin with it.
The beasts ears were smooth, not furred, more like leather. When it opened its mouth, it showed shark-like teeth to the senshi holding it, raising its hind legs and starting to scratch at the other senshi, trying to wrap its long body around her like a snake.
Scylla was suddenly very, very cold, and her back was very, very warm. She could feel the blood, but she could feel the burning best, where she'd been injured. It wasn't as bad as some she'd had, but the surprise of it was making her ache all the more. She shoved to her feet, watching the youma scrabble, eyes blurring from the shock of blood loss, combined with the icy weather. She stood up, and felt herself fall back down, landing on her back in the snow, eyes widening at the chill and the pain that seeped into and shot through her open wounds.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:56 am
It was at that moment that Denebola was glad for her gloves even if they did not completely dull the feeling or texture of the youma's ears. Her surprise, in the way they felt, almost cause her to release her grip instead it simply loosened before she shook her head, sucked in her breath and regripped the monster at the base of the ears before she tugged with all her super human might.
It worked in freeing the older, powered senshi from it's grips but unfortunately for the girl it turned it's ugly sights on her baring it's teeth. She squeaked in surprise, stumbling backwards, as the beast attempted to wrap itself around her boa style.
She lost her grip on it's ears, choosing to slap and punch at it in an attempt to keep it at bay. She stumbled backwards as her legs were snapped together, the creatures body holding her tightly as it tried to wind itself around her torso. Panic began to over take her as she dug her nails into the youma's skin as she tried to rip it off of her.
"Hey, I know you're hurt and everything but I could really use some help!" She pleaded, panic showing in her voice.
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