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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 8:50 pm
Patrolling.
That definitively had gotten easier ever since he became an eternal senshi. Well, when he didn't attract all the youma on the block to him at the same time, anyway.
But otherwise, the youmas were easy dusting now. He'd just done just that, leaving the remains behind to be blown in the wind and taking a moment to sit on a park bench. The park was, thankfully, almost always empty at this hour...
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 11:55 pm
Something nearby sneezed.
It wasn't like that something could help herself. With that stinky youma dust in the air, it was hard to not sneeze. The sneeze was followed by a hint of good manners.
"Excuse me!" With a slight sniffling sound, the owner of that voice came out from under the bench into the light. It was a familiar round cat that was lacking a tail.
"Well, well, well... look what the cat found!" With a slight giggle the animal was soon enough up on the bench, trying to get into the boy's lap. "It's good to see you, Themis!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 5:58 pm
The sneeze made him tense. Another youma ? Or worse ? But no, no other aura was felt against his senses... A civilian ?
It was, in truth, none of these - and Themis realized that when a familiar-looking cat came out from under his bench. Oh !
"********* ! Hi !" He took her once she was beside him and settled her down in his lap. "It's been a long time..." Hell... hadn't his arm been broken when he'd last seen the little cat ?
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 1:20 pm
Ah, the difference between a cat person and a not-cat person. If she ever tried doing this with Iris, the manx would have been shooed away. Since Themis seemed more than willing to share his lap with her, she curled up with a slight purr escaping her.
"Seeing as your fuku has feathers on it now... I would definitely venture to saying that it has been a while." The cat giggled a little. Sometimes senshi had feathers on their fuku from the very beginning, such as Sailor Irene. However, Themis had definitely not been one of those. So the feathers had a more significant meaning.
"How does the Eternal life treat you? I'd imagine it would keep you busy, but maybe it isn't." She leaned her head back slightly to try and give him a look. There was something about the look that seemed to insist Pet me.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 7:46 pm
Themis was most definitively a cat person. As a child, Xavier had pestered his father for a cat - the man had never caved, not being an animal person at all. But then he'd moved away, and before any of his boxes had even been unpacked, he'd gotten himself a cat.
Though Tempo didn't talk. Nonetheless, Themis was onto his duty of petter for the night before the cat had to demand it for too long. "The buttwings get stuck everywhere. They're a little ridiculous."
No s**t.
"It's... kind of nice to be able to dust youma by my lonesome relatively easily. Makes patrols a little bit easier..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 12:30 pm
********* purred. ********* was a purrer. She purred like a master purrer should. It probably had something to do with those fingers petting her. She wasn't going to argue, especially since she had basically requested such without asking aloud.
"I would imagine they'd get stuck places... pretty... but impractical at times. It's not like I have any... but I'd imagine it would be like putting a cat or dog in one of those funky costumes with the wingies on them. Probably more of an annoyance. Fortunately nobody has ever put little angel wings on me. I think the worse I have endured would be a Santa hat. And it wasn't all that bad." The child had given her plenty of food in exchange for that Santa hat. It was a pretty sweet deal in all honesty.
Her eyes had been momentarily lured into closing, thanks to all of that wonderful petting, but she eventually peeked an eye open and attempted to look at Themis again. "Since so much time has passed, do tell me... what have you been doing with yourself?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:56 pm
The purring only made him pet more, really. This was the thing, with guardian cats. Some loved being petted, nesting on laps, and otherwise behaving much like a normal cat would have.
Others would probably claw your face off for it.
"I guess it's kind of like that ? Especially since im not... used to them yet. Not really." He shook his head. "Maybe once I get used to them, it won't be so bad..."
He was silent at her last question for a moment, through the petting never stopped. "I... My team just kind of broke up. No explaintion, no nothing, just..." Well, he'd gotten something akin to a reason - later. When exactly had it started and what finally did the Basterds in, he... wasn't so sure. "Just a bunch of little things. They built up, and up. and up. and then... Bam." He sighed. "I haven't... really known what I was doing since then. Beside like... patrolling."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:01 pm
Considering how much Iris complained about the butt wings, ********* wasn't certain if there was ever any "getting used" to the feathers. However, she kept her maw shut on that specific subject. No need to disagree openly on such a trivial matter which he'd figure out for himself later.
As he spoke of his experiences between then and now, the cat's eyes drifted up in an effort to look the speaker in the eye as he spoke, listening to what he said with keen interest. "Sounds like... when a big rock band breaks up." Of course, the manx didn't necessarily have personal experience in that area, but it was sounding much like the stereotype.
His words were a bit concerning though. There was no doubt about it. In a playful tone, she tried to bring things into perspective. "So you are an eternal senshi who has no true purpose? An eternal senshi who has not figured out what they believe in?" There was a pause in her own voice, though it was more for emphasis than because she really needed to pause.
"That's quite sad, Themis."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:11 pm
He couldn't help but frown a bit, no matter how playful ********* tried to sound like. "No, it's not that. I know who I am, and what I wanna do." That came out a little too defensive. He sighed.
"Sorry. That's... a tender subject." Not the cat's fault, but that had been at the root of his problems the last few months. To his family, he'd passed it off as depression. But the truth was a little different. "I just... don't have a group to do it in ? I want... to keep people safe, most of all. That's the most important thing for me. Especially those who have nothing to do in this war..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 10:21 am
********* ears didn't even flatten the moment he got defensive. She had suffered much worse at the hand of other senshi. His apologies felt pretty much unnecessary in all honesty, but she nodded as if she was accepting it.
"Well, if you know what you want to do and what you believe in, then you need to go to the next step. Nobody else can take that step for you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:58 pm
That was true, through... Really, what was the next step in his case ? What was he that he needed to do ? This was perhaps what he was unclear upon.
His face turned pensive, and unfortunately for *********, it meant the petting slowed down to nothing as he became lost in his thoughts.
What to do, indeed...
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 11:20 am
********* could live without pettings and ear scratches. Maybe about 60% of her day did not have such things. She was a very pet-worthy cat and easily got complete strangers to give her an ear scratch or two. There were some tricks to the trade of being a stray. There were many more kind people out there than one person could ever truly understand.
However, there was something that ********* could not ignore. Her ears rather notably perked up.
"Themis... I have quite a serious question for you..." Slowly she brought herself up to at least a sitting position, eyes looking to his, waiting for him to glance at her for even a second.
"...do you have a snack on you?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 2:53 pm
It was ********* voice that brought him out of his thoughts - and he looked down, bracing himself for her 'serious question'...
...Which he should probably have seen coming, really. He couldn't help but laugh a bit at that, patting the top of her head. "Just water, but..."
But there was a bakery not so far from there. "Im sure the bakery down the street wouldn't mind being raided a little bit." He got up then, setting the cat on his shoulder carefully, then got to walking.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:38 pm
Bakeries were little treasure troves that the tailless feline adored. They had all sorts of treats, and because they needed to have fresh goods all the time, many of them would have to toss stuff out when it got "too old." In more recent times, she had found that some of the bakeries would donate the old breads to homeless shelters so that they could feed the less fortunate. It was a very admirable thing to do, and ********* would never complain about such a noble gesture. If they didn't donate to one of those foundations, then many times the dumpsters behind the building would be filled with old breads at the end of the day.
Sailor Themis could have been mistaken for a pirate, but instead of a talking bird on his shoulder, he had a talking cat there. "Hmmm... Themis... let's check the back of the building first when we get there..." she suggested from her momentary shoulder-perch. If she was remembering correctly, the bakery in this area was a good one for strays and hobos to check out in regards to free food.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:59 pm
Poor Themis didn't quite seem to catch on ********* intention, but he seemed to find the request a little unusual - one pale eyebrow raising up ever-so-slightly.
Well, he figured it might be a good place to power down, as well. It wasn't like he could enter a shop with buttwings the size of the moon tacked on his a** - the owners would probably call the cops in a minute's flat.
"Uh, okay..." So he carefully made his way to the back once they did get there, careful not to be seen.
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