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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:29 pm
Days of our lives The newest guardian of the negaverse had been not spending her time idlely licking her paws. Since joining the forces of chaos, with the assistance of General Queen Laurelite, Dahlia had done a lot of different things. Many of differing importance depending on who you asked.
Firstly she'd begun to explore the negaspace, taking in as many of the sights and committing them to memory as she dared. Though she had been cautious to avoid a few particular places. The queen's royal chamber was not one she planned to step into until she had more stable footing and knew what to expect. Pissing off the people in charge was not exactly the best step towards greatness.
The rift was also an area she'd felt no inclination to visit yet despite hearing of it. Her form had.. certain limitations at times. Walking into a realm full of larger and more dangerous creatures than herself was quite possibly a death sentence.. especially if she was as offensive to the creatures as her senshi were. Dahlia was smart enough to want to keep herself alive. One day she'd certainly go there.. whether to help train the senshi or the other agents. But it was a time best saved for when she had backup. She only had one good shot with her laser afterall.
She'd meet Zink, a clever general who had clued her into some of the most important ideas of the group. He'd pointed her in the direction to look. Where to find senshi and the other cats of the negaverse. He'd introduced her to a team that she was very inclined to keep an eye on. Vertias was very much her style.. not rough and tough tanks of brutish force.. but a team of brain power and strategy. One that valued information and making use of everyone's special talents.
Masahiro had been a pleasant surprise, and though she hadn't seen him again since their intial meeting Dahlia was happy to have the other cat around. Whether she wanted to admit it herself she would likely need help sometime, things even more important than information on the senshi already in their ranks. Stuffy as he might have seemed Masahiro certainly seemed to fit the bill. Both dedicated and experienced he'd be a great ally and she was glad not to be alone.
She had found and met Carnelian and Fukalite while in the negaspace, finding both comfort and information in both of them. The girl had taught the guardian what exactly it was that the nonsenshi members of the negaverse did. Of the military format of the organization. There were deadlines and quotas, training and teams. Perhaps punishment too? It hadn't been pointed out but she couldn't help but wonder. The boy had taught her of the senshi's discomfort and feeling of uncertainty. It had set a soft mission in her brain. To protect and comfort her own.. to make friends with as many as she could. If the Lt's could accept her after all.. a talking cat.. once a member of the white moon with open arms it was only a matter of time until they realized it was no different to accept the senshi themselves.
When she'd finally left the negaspace she'd run into Benitoite, a real darling who had shown her in person the things that Fukalite had explained to her. She'd watched how some of the Lt's found their victims, she'd seen just how it was energy was drained and collected. It made her curious though where it might go. Maybe one day she'd nonchalantly follow some of the underlings in when they handed in their quota, get a grasp on just where the energy was going. And why. Always why.
Her new aquaintances in the negaverse, atleast the ones she'd actually spent some time with more than a general passing and acknowledgement had been nothing but welcoming and pleasant, for which she was thankful. It made the transition all the more easy, her own attitude all the more pleasant. Slowly but surely she was getting there, and as soon as she was done catching up she had no where to go except for up and excelling.
Dahlia spent many days exploring and relearning the city she'd once freely wandered. Already she had been offered a small handful of homes to visit and stay at through her travels, and she took the time to find them all, making a note in the personal little map in her head. It was a splintered map, but one that slowly filled itself in as the days passed.
Some of the places her feet traveled were completely new and some held familiar a notion that was as uncomforting to her mind and it was comfortable to her body. The white cat had spent quite awhile trying to dredge up the memories of the past. Memories that were often easily equated with pulling teeth. They didn't want to come despite her efforts and the ones that did come were often half memories.. important names and places fuzzy amid the rest of the information. It was horribly frusterating.. something that she'd written off as having something to do with magic of some sort.
It was no doubt Dahlia would continue to try and recall back the information, but her focus wasn't on it so much after the days of effort. It was unfortunate.. It would have been so nice if she could have recalled names and faces.. recalled the homes and places and then they could have infiltrated and quickly taken out a dozen or more senshi. But alas.. things were not to be that easy.
The heat of the summer was kept at bay by dips in fountains and the occassional kiddy pool she happened across. Her belly was filled by scraps offered by strangers and a few self caught treats. It was almost innumberable the people she encountered in the city.
Of them all though there was a set that would ring out in her memory far more clearly. A set of boys, little monsterous bastards that she'd like to dig her claws into. Or worse. Pray that they never come across her again, especially not in a dark alleyway. And then of course there was her white knight. Pale haired savior of both strength and gentleness. It was a day she certainly would not forget, and a meeting she was having a hard time pushing from her mind.
Eventful. It almost seemed an understatement to the first couple of weeks of the white guardian's new life. But then again, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:28 pm
Super secret special mission When her pale haired Hillsworth savior hadn't immediately offered to take her home or simply picked her up and whisked her away Dahlia had finally taken the initiative to leave on her own. Despite the safety he offered her the desire to get outside of the school gates was extremely strong. Not that that was strange, spending time stuffed in a backpack and having firecrackers strapped to one's tail was hardly someone's idea of a good time. Especially not Dahlia. Someone who valued quite greatly her beauty and being able to be in control. She spent more than an hour cleaning her tail once she'd found a place that she deemed safe enough... paying soft attention to the bit of fur that was missing.
It was hardly visible amid all her fluff, but she noticed it nonetheless. A glaring error to her imperfection. She fixated on it even. Angry thoughts swirled through her head, angry thoughts in which she pictured hurting those stupid boys. Returning the favor so to say. Ripping their hair out piece by piece. Tying said fireworks to their more sensitive parts and lighting them off before someone came to their rescue. In her mind she could see them whining and crying, begging for their release like the tiny little boys they were. It was not an understatement to say she was fuming. Even her body posture hiding beneath that park bench was angry, her ears tucked tightly against her head, her tail shivering like a rattlesnake, her claws had even slipped from their sheaths, flexing slowly.
Angry, dangerous, deadly thoughts.
Maybe she would try to find out their names... And maybe she could get one of her new allies to.. teach them a little lesson. The kind of lesson that ended with their nasty little starseeds shattered and smashed against the concrete.
Or maybe 'he' would take care of it, she thought, her attention turning back to the event. Her posture seemed to soften as she thought of the nameless man that had come to her rescue. Claws were retracted, her head coming to rest softly against her front legs.
His threats had seemed genuine and he himself seemed certainly capable of the words he'd spouted. He seemed fit enough to perform them too from what she could see behind his cycling duds. He'd radiated anger in a way that was beyond many people. Not frusterated helpless anger and despair like plenty of the population exuded when upset. But an actual dangerous sort of anger.. the kind that might find itself acted upon in the right situation.
Maybe he'd been picked on back in school and was the sort who would actually fight back? Maybe he had been in his fair share of bar fights before? Sure those boys had been smaller and younger than him, but the fact that he was willing to fight for her honor was enough to make her smile. In her mind she was creating a picture of him. The bad boy. The sort that girls swooned over, and fell for despite knowing better. She could imagine more than a couple of girls falling for the fair haired man over the years, he certainly wasn't bad on the eyes either.
Perhaps she was just upset and uptight... perhaps it was the age old 'damsel and white knight' story. Dahlia wasn't usually one to fall for anyone, her head was usually so 'in the game'. When one spent their time charming others it was often hard to be charmed themselves. But somehow he had caught her off guard and now she just couldn't seem to help herself... There was an unfamiliar tickle in her stomach. Butterflies she would come to learn it being called.
A dangerous bad boy... but one with a sensitive side as well? He'd talked to her so sweetly, stroked her fur so tenderly. He was like something out of a romance novel, not possibly real. It was what every girl that'd ever fallen for a bad boy told themselves. I can change him, he really is wonderful underneath. Only she did not actually want to change him. Both sides were equally appealing to the cat for different reasons. A powerful companion and ally in public and in this war against alien senshi, and a tender and compassionate lover in private. It was both together that had weaved such a tempting trap for Dahlia.
To hell with the fact that he was a human and she was a mauvian. To hell with the fact that he didn't know she was anything more then a plain old earth cat and that she didn't even know his name. That could all change with time after all. All she had to do was open her mouth. Dahlia was smitten. Stupid, irrational, teenaged love sort of smitten with the stranger.
And so the plan was hatched. That day beneath the park bench she'd convinced herself that it was just to learn his name. Perhaps though she'd find some way to return his favor.
The task was easier said then done though.. oh how she wished she could just talk to him. Hillsworth was dangerous grounds but she lingered outside for two days off and on. It was enough to figure out pretty quickly that the man must have worked there. He arrived each morning not long before the bells chimed and he left each afternoon. Surely he was too old to be a student and he didn't wear the uniform that all the boys did. He had to be a teacher she concluded, whether she was right or wrong.
His name had never come up so she had nothing else to do BUT try to follow him further. His motorcycle was loud and fast. Even with her catlike quickness and her boosted mauvian reflexes she lost him along the way, unable to cut across the street like he could. She had to wait until the next day to pick up the chase again.
It would have been incredibly frusterating if she didn't have other things to do, but as it was the hunt was actually a little exciting. Something fun to do on her own time in between searching down team members to help.
It was a Friday when she was finally successful in following him all the way home. She had actually thought she'd lost him as she paused to try and catch her breath, her poor sides burning from exertion. She only noticed after the fact that the motorcycle she'd been after was tucked away in the parking lot of the apartment complex in front of her.
It was a middle income place, not particualy fancy or special, but certainly not a shack either. It was the place someone had to work to get into. There were dozens of windows stretching high up into the sky, and it was soon a game of hide and seek.
The fire escape offered her a convinent pathway in her task. Her head popped up and peered into each window she passed, pausing to take in the room until she saw someone or something to assume it wasn't his home. A family was sitting together watching tv in one window.. a little girl's bedroom in the next. A dirty kitchen. Technically they could all be his but she kept going nonetheless, taking note of which ones she wanted to come back and check again later. Process of elimination.
Luckily it as a game far easier then she'd worried it might be.
The plants setting on the fire escape on the second floor caught her attention as she neared them, pausing to notice that they weren't just everyday plants. They weren't flowers like most people planted outside their house. It was a very particular collection instead. Cat grass, herbs.. a strange and green collection that was delightful on her senses. She had even stopped and enjoyed them for awhile, sniffing at the delicate little leaflets carefully, before batting at them with an amused smile on her maw.
Color her surprised when she looked up at the nearest window and saw her target, his back turned paying attention to something inside the apartment. She ducked cautiously below the sill, creeping up after her heart had stopped racing to try and get a better look.
The room she could see from this particular window seemed clean enough, especially as a male's apartment. Males could be dirty after all, no matter what species they happened to be. Maybe there was a woman in the apartment though? Her whiskers flared a little at the thought.
He was busy doing something... but someone else had noticed her watching, a feline face suddenly appearing to stare at her curiously through the window. Startled, she tried to hide her surprise and refrain from hissing, stepping carefully away from the window. Now that she knew where it was there was no longer any rush or pressing urge. She had all the time in the world to stalk his home like a creeper, almost having forgot by now even why she was doing it, just for a name?
It was almost like a hunt now. Secretly and carefully stalking her prey until the time came to strike. Of course.. she had no real reason to strike.
It didn't take long to learn that he had multiple cats, atleast two or three. None of them gave her any trouble however when they slipped out of the house and out onto the fire escape. Nor did they give up her location by yowling terribly when they happened to notice her around. They were in fact quite friendly all things considered. Earth cats weren't really much fun to hang out with but that didn't mean she wouldn't return the bit of playful cheek and side rubbing the the tabby male greeted her with at one point. Nor did she become upset when the next day the spotty kitten made a game of trying to capture Dahlia's long tail.
Day after day for a week she would visit sometimes peeking in only briefly, other times when she was bored and had nothing better to do hanging around for hours. At times she wondered why she didn't simply just scratch at his window sometime and alert him of her presence. But in the end it never seemed like a good idea.
One day when she'd seen him leaving the cat had worked up the nerve to slip inside the small apartment, snooping around with soft interest. She could not place the interesting and subtle scent that washed over the room. But all the other rooms looked much like the first. Tidy but not overly clean, welcoming and warm. There were cat toys and magazines with cars and cycles on them. It was well lived in. No real evidence of a woman except for the presence of some strange romantic novel laid across a table. The illustration on the cover drew a soft laugh out of the guardian. The way they gripped each other was so passionate it was hardly a step down from pornography. The title was something just as amusing and she finally sashayed away in amusement.
She searched around for awhile for something.. anything that might have finally clued her in. Mail or bills... monogrammed stuff. But in the end she was just as clueless as when she began her little game almost two weeks before. She knew so much more about him now, sure.. but there was still that one elusive detail. What was his name?
Dahlia left in frusteration and found herself returning to the apartment after the sun had set. She'd watched the lights be flicked off, had simply sat out on the fire escape enjoying the cool of the night. Sure she should be out working but... one night off wasn't so bad right?
It was relatively late when she slipped through the window, her white paws pulling her silently through the apartment. Doors that had been closed during her last visit were now open and she peeked in them curiously, pausing only when she spotted him.
The bedroom was dark, lit by nothing but moonlight and her own feline night vision. The large bed took up a fair chunk of the room, but in truth she didn't even bother looking at anything but it. He was asleep, his eyes closed, his breath soft and slow.
She was light enough that the pressure of her jumping up and onto the soft mattress was barely noticable. She was still and silent for a long moment, her creamy white fur glowing in the moonlight. But then finally she shifted, settling herself down among the sheets, her head resting on her paws.
She'd be gone long before he woke up. And in the end she'd never even figured out the one thing she'd tasked herself with. But at the moment it didn't matter so much. It seemed worth it to simply lay here for awhile and watch him. The soft tickle of butterflies could be felt in her stomach again.*(2185 words, 2 solos woot!!))
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