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 Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:05 pm
Evelyn balanced the white bakery box in one hand while she closed the door behind her, fumbling to lock it up and not drop anything. An unusually late night, it was the first time she’d ever been tasked with actually closing it up. Her manager had a habit of bribing the employees with inventory when payday was late, and today was one of these days. Evie wasn’t happy about either of these things.
Obviously she'd rather have her check, and the fact that the only thing left to grab at closing time was a cinnamon coffee cake put her in an even worse mood. After smelling it all day, any prolonged exposure just made her gag. Her little sister would be happy to see it in the morning but for some reason the thought of that wasn’t much of a comfort. Dana was forever a brat in Evelyn’s eyes, and a brat she didn’t want to reward with treats.
Her thoughts wandered as she made her way home under streetlights, trying to remember which way was which again and pondering a shortcut, when she made a wrong turn and found herself not only faced with a dead end, but one of those sailor suited terrorists she thought were just urban legends. The cat somewhere in this picture went entirely unnoticed as she dropped the box in her hands with a startled little noise. She really couldn’t help blurting out a poorly thought out, “Holy s**t, terrorist,” before she backed the hell up and fumbled for her cellphone to call some sort of authority. It was taking longer than she thought to actually process the situation, but she found herself wishing running and simultaneously dialing were a skill she’d mastered before now as she only made it a few steps around the corner before the panicked urgency in her head momentarily forgot how to dial 911.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:15 pm
Sailor Iris was starting to think that ********* had just wanted to visit a bakery. This cat was well known for her love of food and they were drawing dreadfully close to one of the bakeries in the city. The cat had told the Senshi to follow her without any explanation. If there was a bakery involved, Iris was going to refuse to buy the manx anything.
Then again, half of the time the cat didn't even need money for her baked goods and could just beg her way into getting what she wanted.
When they came across a dark-haired girl with the obvious bakery box tucked away under her arm, Iris couldn't help but groan a bit. "Really Cat? Yer gonna pester her?"
The fact her target had cinnamon coffee cake (********* could tell because of the smell) was a mere coincidence. And despite how much her mouth was watering, the cat had to lick up any of her drool so she could do her job. She was about to address Iris' question, but then her ears perked up as she heard something.
"Holy sh*t, terrorist!"
Green eyes glanced to the yellow-suited senshi, letting her know silently that ********* had every intention to deal with this situation.
With that, she padded up to the girl, straight up to her feet, then rubbed up against her ankles. As she did such, she asked quite politely "Would you mind putting that phone away? I'd like to have a chat with you."
This girl was a senshi, that much ********* could sense. This girl was going to find out sooner rather than later that she could talk.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:19 pm
Evie fingers were shaking just from the adrenaline rush of seeing a terrorist, and unfortunately for her, had caused her to mis-dial one or two numbers. This really wasn't how she envisioned herself facing such a situation.
A cat had rubbed itself against her ankles and she was caught between ignoring it or trying to gently push it away, until it spoke. Or she, rather. It was a feminine voice.
The cell phone clattered to the pavement, breaking the battery cover and shooting some shard of plastic off into the black of the street and Evelyn responded the only logical way a sensible person can when faced with a talking animal.
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
At some point during that long, loud display of the strength of her lungs, her back had flopped against the wall and when she ran out of breath, she clasped both hands over her mouth and stared. Her first thought was demon cat, probably from being exposed to all of her dad's supernatural studies. Then she had various other ideas and none of them made any sense but they were all pretty twisted and none were good. Cats just weren't supposed to talk outside of lighthearted Disney movies.
Wide, blue eyes were trained on the manx for one silent moment before she pointed and announced, "Don't you come any closer, or I swear to ******** god, I will punt you across the street."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:28 pm
Ears pinned to her head pretty quickly as that shriek filled the air. So she had a screamer this time to deal with this time? Rather than waste that time where the girl decided to make things uncomfortable for her slightly more sensitive ears, the cat closed her eyes and concentrated. This senshi-to-be had a name after all.
And that name was...
...was...
Eunomia
The moment this girl had finished her screaming, ********* eyes popped open, and soon enough the cat was giggling wildly, flopping down on the ground and wriggling her paws in the air.
Sailor Iris stood there, watching in a skeptical manner ever since the blue-haired girl started pretending she was a banshee. The cat had already warned her that they were going to awaken a senshi, and so far this wasn't like any awakening she had ever encountered before. Where were the youma? Where were the asses that needed to get kicked? So far this was just a giant buzzkill.
That was, until ********* started rolling around on the ground like she had just gotten into some catnip.
"...what th'f*ck is wrong with ya, cat?"
Sounding almost like a giddy child, she managed to get out "Oh god... Iris... Iris... she's Eunomia!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:44 pm
Evie had her eyes trained on the demon cat, still pressed pretty firmly against the wall and looking downright squicked out at it's very existence. She almost tuned out the senshi's existence completely. Of course, when Iris did speak, all she got was a quick side glance and then her terrified look was right back on the cat, who had taken to rolling around in a weird way she wasn't sure about.
Do cats roll around? Well they certainly don't giggle, that was a fact. She was tempted to make good on her threat to punt the small, furry creature, but thought maybe that might be too mean. She had sworn to several creeds about not hurting animals or some s**t, after all, but she was pretty sure that the demonic talking had mitigated that.
Yes, even ********* voice sounded demonic by the time it reached Evie's ears under these circumstances. And then they started talking about Eugenia or some chick and she decided now would be a good time to just sliiide down the wall, forget the phone, and try to sneak away with her life before she became the new poster child for terrorist victims or vanished without a trace into the night to be sucked into a porthole of supernatural torture that probably had something to do with perfectly articulate animals somehow.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:50 pm
The senshi had never actually been around when ********* first came upon one of the cat's girls. Iris usually came late to the scene or was distracted by a youma that needed to get punched until it was dust.
"...cat... why don't ya get t'business before ya scare'er away?" Gold eyes followed as this girl slid down a little way as if to try to escape. As if to cut off her exit route, the senshi merely went to the wall and leaned against it.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you... jus' sit back... pretty certain th'cat's got somethin' t'say t'ya!"
"I suppose you have a point, Iris..." Finally getting up from where she had flopped down, she stood herself in front of the girl.
"I apologize about that... I was just excited. My name is *********... and I have some things for you..." She glanced to the phone which had been dropped, and inwardly chuckled. At least the phones she produced never fell apart so easily. Backing up a few steps, she then sprang up into the air for a very simplistic back-flip. Underneath her, a couple objects not only appeared, but clattered against the ground. Once the cat had landed, she settled down behind the objects and began to push them forward as best as she could towards the girl.
"These are yours... please take them..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:52 pm
Evelyn stopped when there was suddenly a senshi in her way, which, considering her head was full of news stories about killer terrorists, was enough to make her freeze.
Instead, almost succumbing to the sheer ridiculousness this night had taken, she slid down and hugged her knees to only watch as the cat magically produced some objects and slid them towards her.
Evie just stared for a looooong moment, her moth pressed in a long, straight line while she resisted the curiosity, reminding herself that strange looking objects produced by talking cats must be properly tested and examined before making skin contact. Because who knows where the hell those things came from. She assumed. It seemed like a logical procedure. "What are th--" She started to ask but then shut herself up and shot ********* a suspicious glare. Don't ask, she told herself, you're only encouraging things.
It took a second, but the wheels in her head finally turned enough for her to make a convincing argument for letting her go. "Look, I think you got the wrong person," She said, holding up the name tag pinned to her apron she still hadn't gotten the change to change out of. "See, it says Evelyn, not Eu-whatever you were looking for. Maybe a Eugenia works at the gas station up the street or something," She offered, even pointing directions to try and make them leave to she could go call the cops as soon as possible.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:52 pm
Even though the girl had only offered a half question, ********* was a smart enough kitty to know what the full question was. In her ever friendly tone, she gave her an answer. "Well, one is a phone... perhaps not as fancy as the one you dropped, but I'd like to think it is a bit sturdier. The other is what is called a henshin pen. Both of these belong to you."
Of course, then the girl tried to spout some logic at her. The cat narrowed her eyes the moment the girl showed off her name tag. "Evelyn is a rather pretty name," the manx commented before asking "Do you always go by that name, or do you have some sort of nickname?" Sailor Iris had a very lovely birth name, but would she ever go by it? Nope. Always Ellie. Never not Ellie.
Despite how the girl seemed to try to avoid what was destiny, ********* definitely was not about to give up. "Look, there is only one way to prove that you are not Eunomia." The cat paused and pointed towards the dark blue pen with the silver top. "I need you to take that henshin pen, then call out 'Eunomia Power, Make-Up!' It needs to be full of energy, all feeling that you possibly can put into that phrase. No half-assing it, or I will ask you to do it again."
The cat sat her haunches down and smiled to the girl. "Do that and prove me wrong if you are convinced you are not Eunomia."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:02 pm
Evelyn let out a choked laugh, even though it wasn't so much of a 'this is funny' laugh as it was a 'I'm starting to doubt my own sanity because I'm having a conversation with a ******** cat'. "Oh okay, the cat wants me to pick up a pen and yell something that's just... totally acceptable," She mumbled to herself and very carefully reached towards the henshin pen.
There was some hesitation, but she did eventually wrap her fingers around it and pick it up, carefully inspecting it but wary to not put it to close to her face. It was pretty, but still suspicious. It DID appear out of thin air on the whim of a talking cat.
Still, maybe if she obliged, they could drop this conversation and get on with wherever this terrorist confrontation thing was going to go.
"Eunomia Power, Make-Up," She said flatly and gave it a quick jerking wave like a toy magic wand. And then the nothing that followed. Maybe it was the cat's eyes on her, but she couldn't help but get defensive.
"Well how am I supposed to put feeling into it in this situation?!" She complained and then took a second to compose herself. She cleared her throat and mustered up all the energy she could to give them a convincing shot at it, even though she was quite certain by now, they were just making her do arbitrary tasks to mess with her.
"Eunomia Power, Make-Up!"
And then something actually happened. At some point, she stood up without realizing it as a sudden transformation took place. And of all things it felt welcome and familiar, at least for a split second as it happened. the aftermath was less so as Evelyn, well, Eunomia now, froze and felt awkwardly exposed, going from her pants, t-shirt and apron to a sailor senshi fuku.
More screaming followed.
Well first a quick shriek as she bounced back and tried to pull the skirt lower. The rest was mostly a shrill yell of various swear words and curses and some unintelligible gibberish until she could form cohesive sentences.
"What did you do to me?!" She shrieked down at the cat and after taking some quick inventory of her new outfit, "Oh god, I'm a terrorist."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:07 pm
********* clearly had won this round. Most clearly. Even if her ears were pinned back against her head because of all the screaming. There was no denying it. This was Sailor Eunomia, one of her girls.
Against her better judgment, the feline couldn't help but shift her shape for a brief moment. One moment, she was cat, and the next moment she had grown up to a bit shorter than the height of the new senshi standing before her. It probably wasn't going to help any of the theories that poor Eunomia already had about her being a demon cat, but she couldn't contain herself. She was just excited.
With the biggest smile upon her face, she rushed up to the dark haired senshi and grabbed both of her hands with her own, squeezing them in an overly familiar way. She couldn't even contain her excitement in this form, for she was hopping from one foot to the next, almost as if she was dancing from all the giddy energy.
"I knew it was you! I am so glad to finally meet you, Sailor Eunomia!"
Sailor Iris briefly interjected. "Look... if ya scream anymore, I'm gonna clobber ya. Seriously... Get over it! Yer a senshi... not a f*ckin' terrorist!" The blonde snorted as she remained leaning against the wall. F*ck the media and the label they had given the senshi.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 10:36 pm
Eunomia almost glossed over demon cat turning into a human. Almost. Tonight had uncomfortably and suddenly expanded her ability to suspend disbelief, if only to keep from having a nervous breakdown. She wasn't having one, but you wouldn't know from all the screaming and yelling.
Suddenly, the short cat girl had grabbed both of her hands, and passively, in the back of her mind, all Eunomia really could think was 'Oh, I'm wearing gloves.'
She called her Sailor Eunomia, and she cringed. Yaaay, sailor suited terrorist. Though it did make her take a second glance at the fuku and wonder whose bright idea this uniform was. And, while she had remembered her promise to punt demon cat if she came any closer, she really couldn't make good on it since ********* had grabbed her hands and hopped around. She was cute! If she did make an effort to kick her, she would've felt bad.
She might not have minded kicking the other one, though. she just settled for a dirty look. "I'd like to see you try," She huffed, still feeling a little defensive. She still wasn't getting the distinction between senshi and terrorist, though. And while she had an infinite amount of questions about that, she wasn't sure which ones needed to be asked first.
Eventually, she pulled her hands away from ********* and took a step back, a little wobbly in her new heeled boots. She wasn't used to heels at all, even if these were wedges and not that bad. "I'd like to know what's going on now, please."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 10:37 pm
One could hear the sound of Iris cracking her knuckles the moment this Eunomia had challenged her. It was a sure sign that the senshi needed someone to interject.
"Iris, if you wouldn't mind... please control yourself. Last thing you need to do is scare away one of my girls!"
Eyes were rolled and a reluctant "Fine" almost seemed to be snorted out from the blonde's nostrils. However, this whole ordeal was not what she considered fun, even if she was the team captain. It only seemed that as this dark-haired chick kept doing her whole screaming thing that it just kept adding fuel to the fire for Iris' momentary dislike.
Since the yellow-suited senshi had been quieted down momentarily, the cat-earred girl continued on, proceeding easily to answering this girl's questions.
"You are Sailor Eunomia, Senshi of Order. There is no denying it now that you are in that fuku. It is your destiny to be a senshi. No other person could be Sailor Eunomia. Only you."
She paused and leaned down to grab the cell phone which she had summoned earlier as a cat and proceeded to fiddle with the buttons for a moment before handing it off to the newly awakened senshi. "That is yours too... it's pretty handy!" With a playful wink, she continued onto offering a bit more to her explanation.
"You are one of my senshi from the Main Asteroid Belt. One of my girls. I've been looking for you for over a year now, Eunomia." Green eyes glanced to the blonde senshi who was still grumping like the master of grumping could. "Now, introductions! Eunomia, this is Sailor Iris... she is the captain for our team. Iris, this is Sailor Eunomia, Senshi of..."
"Yeah, yeah, Senshi of Order... heard ya th'first time, Cat. I ain't deaf." Manners were quite frequently wasted on Sailor Iris, and now was a perfect example as to why manners were a waste on this senshi.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:05 pm
Eunomia had braced herself with a pose just daring Sailor Iris to make a move when she heard the knuckles crack. She would gladly fistfight with a terrorist at this point. Especially one with frilly a** wings. Was that a symbol of authority? Because it was a dumb symbol of authority, in Eunomia's opinion.
Her attention shifted to the cat girl calling her one of 'her girls'. She knew messing with that pen was a mistake. Senshi of order sounded nifty and all, but she was making it sound like she'd joined a cult, and if blondie here was the captain, she was unsubscribing from this membership as soon as possible.
She took the cell phone and gave it a blank stare. She pondered taking it, since her own phone was a bunch of shattered plastic on the pavement, but she just ended up trying to hand it back to her.
"Yeah, um, yeah. You seem like a nice freak of nature and all, really, but my schedule's kind of full, I'm not really down with this whole terrorism thing. I mean, I went to this one meeting one time but I didn't know it was going to take a turn into crazy town and-- ...anyway. I think I'm just... gonna go home now and hope this isn't a weird dream I'm having because someone put a roofie in my coffee," She said, clicking her tongue and jerking both thumbs in the direction she was walking. "Good luck on your... whatever you're doing."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:07 pm
The moment the phone had been pushed back to ********* hand, the girl shrank back, literally, until she was a cat once more.
Despite her disappointment in this girl's response, the manx kept her voice sounding as chipper as possible. "Wouldn't you like to know how to change back to the way you were before?" It really wasn't that difficult to do, but most times a new senshi had no idea how to do it.
The blonde pounded the wall behind her with a fist, then grunted out "Sorry Cat, we're doin' this my way now!" Pushing herself up off the wall, she then lashed out with one hand to grab this other new senshi by the collar. Eunomia was about the same height as her, but that didn't intimidate her in the least. Roughly, she shoved this girl against the wall and got in her face.
"Look, ya think I wouldn't give anythin' t'have a normal life?! I f*ckin' HATE wearin' skirts, yet 'ere I am, wearin' one! Whether you know it or not, there are jackasses out there that go by the name of the Negaverse. For every Senshi ya hear 'bout... there was somethin' from th'Negaverse that they had t'fight against. Ya think we're th'terrorists?! Lemme ask? Would ya wanna kill anybody by essentially stealin' their soul to power up Chaos? I sure as f*ck wouldn't! Do ya think th'cat swings that way? No!" There was a slight pause in her voice as she glanced to ********* considerately.
"It's th'Negaverse that sends monsters out t'attack the city, and it's the Negaverse that is responsible for all of those unexplained disappearances! Th'Senshi are th'only thing preventing this whole city from dyin'! And if ya f*ckin' tell me it ain't yer problem, yer wrong! It's everyone's f*ckin' problem!" Having said her two cents, the tomboy shoved this new senshi against the wall as she let go of her collar.
"If yer gonna be a coward, then we ain't got room fer ya on this team. Hell, we've got a f*ckin' 9 year old who has more balls than ya!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:08 pm
Well, Eunomia thought she'd made a perfectly nice goodbye, and while, yes, she was interested in changing back, suddenly she found herself slammed against the wall. Blondie McAsswings was in her face, yelling about Chaos and monsters and Negaverse and just what the hell, man.
It took a moment to process, like everything tonight, but once it clicked, she pushed right back, her hands up and tensed and gesturing with every retort that escaped her lips. "Oh my god, what is your problem, assface?" She yelled, trying to get another shove in. "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about! Stealing souls? Monsters?! No wonder the ******** cops can't figure out what the ******** you guys want, it's because you're all out of your goddamn minds! Negaverse?! What are you, a group of demented LARPers?!" Her voice had been steadily rising until it hit a hoarse crack near the end there and just kind of stayed at that level, though, she was still gesticulating and freaking out with enough passion to make up for a lack of volume.
"And if this is how you recruit new members you suck at it, since the cat's the only one who seems to have any kind of grasp on how to speak proper English. And the only one with any kind of manners," She added, getting one last arm flail, footstomp, and insult in.
Though, she had taken more of it seriously than she let on. How could she not? Everything just felt... more. She felt stronger, her senses seemed to be tuning in to the cat and senshi in front of her. She could obviously see and hear they were there, but there was just something extra she couldn't really explain.
Normal life? Did they really expect her to believe they dressed up in costumes and fought the bad guys?
Actually now that she put it in those terms, she suddenly relaxed her shoulders, in spite of probably having just antagonized the other girl even more with her response to the lashing out being even more lashing out.
"Oh. Ooooooh," She suddenly made a goofy, sleepy giggle. "Is this the usual superhero shpiel?" Yeah, she's totally had this dream before.
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