|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 11:39 pm
Lenka was training. That was the easiest thing to call it. Night after night, she had been on the monkey bars, and the slide, and the swing set, trying to get to be stronger so she could someday beat up that mean bad guy that kept pushing her over…also so she could beat up any youma she came up against.
She wanted to make Camelot proud of her too…though she thought he already was, which was always a good thing. Having her Jedi master being proud of her was always better than him being…ashamed of her or something!
She had to get stronger for her padawans too! For Minny and Jett…and because she was the leader of Team Yum Yum! She had to show Pomona that she was the best leader ever, and make sure that the older Senshi wouldn’t ever get into trouble…because Sailor Lenka would be there to help her.
Forever.
Yup. This was totally training. Totally.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 11:49 am
There had been very little rest for the small cat since the city had been affected by a cat epidemic. She was rushing about the city checking to gather her facts from those that had been affected. Even ********* was only just a cat and needed her rest, but she continued to push herself. In a sense, there were many who were depending on her to try to fix this problem. All the other cats she had spoken to for the most part were hoping for a solution (though Egeria apparently wanted to stay a cat).
Making yet another journey throughout the park, the manx found herself somewhat stumbling over her paws. The lack of rest was also making that small injury from the Machine's activation throb slightly, making ********* limp slightly. From where she was at, the cat could see the play yard, the monkey bars, and a hint of deep magenta hair.
Unfortunately, that was the last thing she saw for the moment, for she briefly blacked out, flopping down in place along the sidewalk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 3:02 pm
That was a strange noise. Sort of a thumping. Lenka jumped off of the Monkey bars and decided that it was in her best interest to investigate. Of course, it was always in her best interest to investigate…someone could be in trouble! Or…or it could be a youma!
The senshi summoned her watermelon rind then walked over towards the source of the sound. In the light of the streetlamp, she saw the tiny cat on the ground and let out a little sound of horror, thinking that the poor creature was dead.
She ran over, then dispelled her rind, scooping the cat up. Upon some inspection, she found she knew the cat! “*********! ********* you can’t be dead! Why are you dead? Wake up okay? Do you need to go to the vet, *********? Are you breathing?”
She wasn’t shouting…not quite shouting…but her voice rose in both volume and pitch as each second passed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 6:32 pm
Please note: No ********* were harmed in the making of this scene.
The manx felt herself lifted up and heard a familiar voice mourning over her. It was premature mourning at best.
Slowly she opened up one of her eyes just a crack and looked up to the face looking down at her. "I'm not dead... just a bit tired..." Recognizing the face, the cat closed her eye again, but greeted the child. "It's good to see you again, Lenka!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 6:54 pm
The child gave a little cheer when the guardian spoke and jumped up and down in joy. “You’re tired, *********? Well, you can sleep and I’ll hold you and keep you warm okay! It’s good to see you too!”
She walked to the edge of the playground equipment and sat on one of the steps, gently stroking the manx’s fur. “How come you’re so sleepy, *********? Was something chasing you or something? Did you forget to sleep? I’m usually tired when I get home from patrolling, ‘cause it’s way past my bedtime…is it past your bedtime, ********* loved asking questions, almost more so then she loved receiving answers for the questions she was asking.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:45 pm
Despite her exhaustion, ********* really didn't want to sleep. She could feel a steady pace of Lenka's feet carrying them along. Keeping her eyes shut was rest enough for her, so as the child began to spout out questions as they moved to a new location, the guardian was well able to give some answers.
"Tired... there was an incident in the city that requires a bit of research on my part... I guess I've just been running myself ragged trying to catch up on everything. At least nothing was chasing me... we can be grateful for that, yes?"
There was a pause as the cat seemed to snuggle further into the small arms holding onto her, purring subtly as fingers ran through her fur. "I'm certain if I just take five... I'll be fine."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:51 pm
“Well go ahead and take six, *********.” Lenka seemed all too content just to sit there and stroke the cat’s fur. After a moment or two she brightened as her stomach gave a loud rumble. “Are you hungry at all? I know I am!”
She almost always carried some sort of bag with her, while she patrolled, keeping her all important lightsabers with her. But, it just so happened that tonight she had a package of zebra cakes hidden in her bag! The child reached in and drew them out—they were a little squished, but, they would still be delicious.
“Can you eat cake, *********? There’s two here, I don’t mind sharing with a friend!”
In fact, she loved sharing things with friends! It made everything taste so much better, and made her feel all warm inside, like she was being a super good person.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:15 pm
Eyes still shut, the feline chuckled a bit. "Oh goodness... I'd get spoiled if I took six!"
Then Lenka mentioned food. It would seem as if ********* was destined to not get any legitimate rest, for the moment the child mentioned cake, her eyes popped open and she shoved herself up into sitting upright. "...I... my dear... am always hungry... and cake is definitely something I enjoy!" If anything, maybe she could have the snack and then once more attempt some cat napping.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:42 pm
Familiar aura, familiar voice.
Remarque was getting tired of running into Lenka, not because she was actually any real threat to him, but because she was just downright obnoxious, and every time he saw her, she ended up in tears, and he ended up annoyed and fruit-bruised.
He’d have just kept walking if he hadn’t been both curious about the other aura—and still bitter from the last fight with her. He didn’t exactly hide his presence as he approached, and addressed her even before spotting the little cat next to her.
“Lenka. You know, you make for such an easy target just sitting there like that. You shouldn’t be having a snack while you’re out, someone could just, sneak up on you,” the male purred, approaching with an obvious smugness. He was clearly smug at finding her like this—sitting, petting a cat, ready to snack. His pride wouldn’t allow him to attack her while her back was turned, however he was more than thrilled to find her with her guard down all the same. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to kick her or just push her down and chastise her for being such a pain in his a**, but—hell, he could do either and still be satisfied.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:56 pm
The chibi senshi laughed and handed one of the smooshed cakes to *********, putting the other into her mouth. “Wook, *********!” She muttered, crumbs spraying out onto the grass. “Aww in one bite!”
When Lenka heard Remarque’s voice, she froze, then choked on her cake, coughing and sputtering. Why was he here? This wasn’t supposed to happen! He wasn’t supposed to interfere with her training and kitty bonding! This wasn’t fair!
She jumped up, holding onto ********* and ********* cake, then jumped around to face him. “Bad guy! Leave us alone, bad guy…or I’ll…”
She coughed again, some of the icing getting stuck in her throat for a moment. “O-or I’ll beat you up! Because I’m a super hero. I’m supposed to beat you up. Besides, I’ve been practicing to get stronger to beat you up! Stupid bad guy!”
Yeah! Had to look good in front of *********>
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 11:16 am
"You know... I've always wanted to be able to do something like that... but I'd need a hinged jaw like a snake before..."
The cat's voice paused as she managed to sense something very vaguely. It was an energy signal of an agent of chaos. She must have been really out of it, for a voice spoke up at a very close distance.
********* was expecting maybe a Lieutenant of the Negaverse, but when she turned, she found something a bit foreign. In the Surrounding, she had caught glimpses of this sort of enemy, and from what she had heard from Zirconia later, had managed to hear what they were. They were Parallel Senshi, but they were not the way they were meant to be. They reeked of chaos, unlike the other cat who had severed her ties with chaos in a long past.
If ********* had a tail, it would have been twitching in an agitated manner at the moment.
Despite her agitation, the manx put on a good face and made certain her tone was still just as friendly as ever. "Pray tell... might I ask what variety of senshi you are... what is the label in which you call yourself? I know you are not of the White Moon."
She shifted slightly in the child's arms before adding "And a snack is not a bad thing... it helps keep up your strength!" ********* was PRO-snack and would always vote in favor of snacks.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 12:18 pm
Lenka was always a source of amusement, and it was hard to take the girl seriously when she was choking on wrapped snacks and spitting all over the place. At her threat, he rolled his eyes up towards the sky and held his hands up in mock defeat. “Oh, Lenka, I’m so afraid.”
A cat and a little girl? God, like taking candy from a baby.
He moved to rest his hands on his hips, observing the speaking cat even after she was done.
Remarque was mildly torn with how he should answer her. He had partaken in the absolute minimum time spent with any guardian cat, be it aligned with order or chaos. He knew of Masahiro, who had been there when he was awakened, though had not seen nor heard of the cat afterwards. He was still uncertain why cats were talking, though given everything he’d seen in the past few months, it wasn’t enough to unnerve him for too long. “I am Sailor Remarque, Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry,” he introduced, curiosity once more drawing him to converse. “Is it not your job to be informed of such things? All the guardian cats I’ve met have known what we were. You’re a little behind. Are you slow? …That would explain why you’re wasting your time with Lenka,” he mused, thinking the child obnoxious.
It felt a bit odd to be insulting a cat—not his choice target—though he was still trying to determine what to make of her. She was friends with Lenka and apparently aligned with the White Moon Court—neither of which boded well for him. “Who are you?” he asked of her, thinking it was only fair that they exchanged names before blows.
…Not that he had any intention of attacking a cat. Right now, he just wanted to deal with Lenka.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 6:40 pm
Lenka gently leaned down, putting ********* gently on the ground and stepping half in front of her. “He’s a really bad guy, *********. He wanted to kill me once! I’m super lucky to be alive—and he pushes me down a lot! He’s a real meanie!”
She summoned her watermelon rind and made a pouting angry face at Remarque.
“You’re not going to hurt *********! She’s my best friend cat ever! I’m gonna stop you once and for all, Remarque! You big..bully! Lenka Boomarind!”
As in the last two times she had seen Remarque, she threw her rind, as hard as she could at the Dark Mirror Senshi. Though, this time she hoped it would do something more than just make him mad.
She really didn’t want to be shoved down tonight…not in front of ********* either. What if she got mad…and took away her super powers? That would be so sad…
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 11:33 pm
Being set down, the cat padded forward slightly, shaking out one of her hind legs as she moved, almost like trying to wake up the appendage. "Well, there goes my five apparently... oh well, easy come, easy go!"
Despite how tense the situation seemed between the newly introduced Remarque and Lenka, the manx still seemed absolutely pleasant, almost cheery. Despite how rude the boy seemed to be, by contrast she was quite conversationally polite.
"Actually, I have a friend that references your kind by another name, though there is a very distinct difference between the senshi she called by the title of 'Parallel,' and what you truly are. I wanted to make sure I got the title correct for future reference. I do think 'Dark Mirror' is more fitting." This would have to be something she'd talk to Zirconia about at a later time.
If the child hadn't foolishly been calling her by name, the manx might have been able to give the boy one of her many other names. However, the chibi senshi was already acting before she could really get in a word of introduction.
"Goodness... I guess you two have some history," she said in observation before adding. "If you could not guess, I go by *********>." The tailless animal might have been minding her manners, but she was now on her four paws, watching intently at what was going on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:02 am
Honestly enough, Jett had no anger towards *********; she had done nothing to wrong him, and though she might have been on the very cleary wrong side, she wasn’t downright batshit crazy like Lenka. Who had just hit him. Again. The watermelon she threw had a unique way of being attracted to the side of his face, and though he was expecting it this time, it didn’t make him feel any better.
At the end of the day, she was just a little girl, throwing a little piece of fruit.
The rind clattered to the ground and he reached up his hand, wiping the juice the watermelon had left behind off onto his gloved palm.
A heated anger swelled in his chest and he settled on the fact that he was really tired of Lenka’s antics. But what were you supposed to do when you kept running into a little girl who you didn’t really want to hurt? Because, Lenka had proven from early on that she enjoyed attacking first and was very much opposed to the idea of talking through anything.
And she was only getting worse.
“When did I ever say I wanted to hurt *********?” Remarque demanded. “You’ll recall, I was asking for your help when we first met, you presumptuous little tart. And you decided you’d rather tenderize me with fruit. I’ve never attacked you first, never unprovoked. If I end up hurting you, Lenka, it’s because you deserved it, not that I was being a bully.
…Except, you know. Sometimes he was a bully. Just, little girls and little cats seemed like such tasteless targets.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
