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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 5:26 pm
"Bye mom!" Layton shouted (albeit, he shouting was more like a loud spoken word), as she exited her small house. Emphasis on small.
Layton was dressed in a million baggy layers, like she always was. It was winter, so she had a girlish hat on, and a big long scarf to cover her little face. Somehow she managed to look like a ninety year old woman and a little kid at the same time. Either way, she was prepared for the cold!
Her destination was that of the pet store. It was only a few blocks away, but it would feel a lot longer because of how cold it was outside. Oh well, Layton kind of liked the cold anyways.
The events of the Surrounding crept into her mind, but she quickly shook them away. It wasn't real, and she definitely wasn't a knight or whatever. She was Layton, that was all, and she was very contet with it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 6:42 pm
********* was a cat.
This was a simple fact.
Being a cat, that meant she was prone to giving into her more feline instincts. So when a trail of what seemed to be a scarf managed to pass her, the little manx couldn't help but try to pounce at the article of clothing teasing her.
She managed to jump towards the tail end of the scarf, but soon enough found her landing to be quite lacking. Instead of landing on her feet, she slid and somehow managed to get herself tangled up in the piece of clothing. Helplessly, she began to mewl out from her momentary prison.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 6:48 pm
Layton was clumsy as hell.
This was also a simple fact.
While most humans would stay upright, if not a bit dragged by ********* suddeny attack, Layton instead slipped on a stray pile of fall leaves, and plummeted to the ground. Her glasses fell off, and while ********* struggled in her scarf, Layton was busy pulling a Velma "WHERE ARE MY GLASSES~" move.
Eventually, she found the round spectacles and got a better view of her assaulter. As she unwrapped the scarf, she found the body of a strange manx cat. The cat seemed weirdly familiar, but Layton couldn't place it. Something about the color maybe? No that wasn't it. Maybe she'd seen the cat in one of the local pet stores? That didn't seem quite right either.
"There there kitty," she cooed, "It's okayyy. I'll f-fix the scarf for you." As she pulled more of the scarf off, she noticed the star marking on the cat's forehead. Well that looked just like ... "Wh-what an odd marking," she mumbled to herself. That was just a dream. It wasn't real. The battle didn't happen. She reassured herself, but ... that mark...
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:43 am
The scarf was a trap. ********* wriggled in place, finding herself firmly stuck until hands began to try to sort out the situation. The feline glanced to the face of the girl who had managed to ensnare her with this scarf and found quite a familiar face. She was one of the people who had been in space, in the Surrounding.
"...well, I suppose it is an odd marking..." ********* commented quite easily with a small chuckle. Her body seemed to relax after she remembered who this girl was. "It's good to see you again, Layton... how's that arm of yours? Not acting up, I hope!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:10 am
Layton's eyes just about popped out of her skull. The cat was talking. Memories of her short time in the infimary flooded back. The voice sounded just like that odd cat girl who helped fix her arm ... and she was ... talking ... and ...
Layton went on shut down. "You're not talking. That'd be silly." Absolutely silly. She continued to unravel the cat like nothing had happened. She petted the cats head and said, "There there, we'll get out of here soon."
The cat couldn't have talked. Of course! Even if the cat was talking, there was no guarantee it was the same cat girl. After all, people couldn't just shift back and forth when they wanted to. Shapeshifting wasn't real, and white moon powers DEFINITELY weren't real.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:32 pm
********* tilted her head a bit from where she was currently being held in place. She blinked three times before realizing her potential blunder. "Ah... silly me, I forgot! You probably would only recognize me if I was wearing my hat and were a several feet taller... I'm kind of surprised you didn't see me in the Surrounding like this though..." Though she had spent a lot of time in her other form, she did still spend time in her feline form as well.
Despite such, ********* seemed to simply shrug the whole thing off as best as she could before mentioning "Either way... yes... I can talk, you silly, silly girl!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:58 pm
Layton frowned. "No, you can't talk," she insisted, "Because if you could talk that would mean that you could shapeshift which would mean that you were a human at one point and that dream was real." Layton let out a little pant as she untangled the last of ********* tangles.
Shaking her head, she looked around to make sure no one had heard that embarrassing outpouring. If anyone had been around, she would've just crawled under a rock somewhere and died. That was WAY too embarrassing for her.
Still, Layton was trying pretty damn hard to deny everthing to herself. Poor ********* was just being caught up in her denial. Honestly Layton was very thankful to ********* for all of the help she had provided up in The Surrounding, but because ********* was proof that The Surrounding existed, she couldn't be talking. It really made perfect sense in her little confused mind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 2:05 pm
Well, ********* not only was able to talk, but she was apparently able to giggle. It was a light, airy sort of contagious giggle that had no ill intent hidden in it. "Oh goodness Layton... I can shapeshift, but I've never been a human. Last I checked, humans don't have ears like the ones I did!" Now that she was free, she squirmed out of the scarf and simply stood near the girl. "Similar doesn't mean the same. A-a-and..." she playfully said. "...it wasn't a dream, my dearie! Sorry... last I checked all that stuff happened... all those people did go missing, all those people in the Surrounding got injured... and last I checked... I had to reset your arm because it got injured quite a bit. Certainly it wasn't the most fun... but it did happen..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:17 pm
"NO," Layton shouted forcefully, breaking off ********* line of talking. Her eyes were squeezed shut in protest, not wanting to believe any of it. Layton immediately felt bad for raising her tone, and stared at the cat with wide, apologetic eyes. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that!"
Oh gosh, now she was talking to the cat. She was really acknowledging it. Layton carefully set the cat down on the sidewalk and said, "Okay kitty, I have to go now." She started walking down the path. NO TIME FOR MAGICAL CATS, SORRY.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:27 pm
********* chuckled in a kind manner as she was set down. "Oh goodness, no need for apologies, Layton... I'm just surprised that someone who experienced the Surrounding... is stuck in denial like this." With a firm nod, the manx set to trotting along beside the girl, making certain to try to ignore the edges of the scarf that teased her. Even if the girl tried to ignore the cat's presence, there was still that playful sounding jingling next to her ankles that made it all the more tricky to ignore ********* take it you have some sort of appointment to attend to?" the feline asked conversationally, still seeming to ignore the fact this girl didn't really want her to exist, or rather, talk.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 11:36 pm
Layton began talking like she was just chatting with an old friend, or a familiar acquaintance, saying, "N-No, I just have to run to the s-store to get so-" when she stopped mid-sentence. Ooooh that had been a good trick!
She sent a pouting look down at the cat and continued walking. "I'm just g-g-going to the store." She gave a final look at the cat, "A-And if you wouldn't mind kitty, y-you should ... you should stay right here!" Well that was the closest thing to a command that ********* was getting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 11:43 am
"The store? Are you going to get some food?" There were plenty of things a person could get at the store, but ********* mind (and stomach) immediately went to that as the potential mystery reason. Of course, the girl's coaxing to try to get the cat to stop following her didn't go ignored. Was ********* going to listen to the request? Not so much. But it didn't go ignored.
"Well, I, unfortunately, cannot afford to just stay idle, Layton. I have some duties to uphold... and if I were to just sit down and do as I pleased, then these things wouldn't get done. I can't just live for myself unfortunately... either way... you're stuck with me for now."
The cat managed to toss a wink in the girl's direction.
"Besides, you can't get on my case if I just happen to be going in the same direction as yourself. Last I checked, anybody was allowed to walk these streets, be it cat or girl."
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:32 pm
Layton looked down at the little cat, eyes softening. Even the cat had a duty? Layton knew she had one of those. A knight of the zodiacs they'd called her. She bit her lip.
"D-Duties?" she asked, "Like what?" She'd never really thought of a cat as having duties ... Sure she'd seen ********* up in the surroundings, but not as a cat, and certainly not as having duties.
In fact, if ********* didn't have such a ... feline appearance, Layton almost would've thought she was a kidnapped civilian! (Although, Layton didn't see ********* during the battle either, so that might've had a severe impact on her opinion).
She gathered up her scarf and kept walking. Though she didn't tell ********* to come along, she also wasn't telling the cat to stay put anymore.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:30 pm
The feline trotted along with the jingle in her step. The girl questioned the duties the manx had, which made sense. It wasn't like cats usually talked about having duties to tend to. Then again, cats usually didn't talk at all.
"...let's see... I have a team of senshi to watch over... it's just a task in itself to make sure they don't kill each other, let alone work together. My current duties consist of helping them all learn to work together as a team. It's not too easy when two of them are chibi senshi..." In a kind manner, the spotted cat laughed a bit.
"Aside from that... I also generally try to make sure the senshi as a whole don't end up imploding or something. And trying to monitor the forces of chaos that keep creeping through Destiny City..." The feline was easily able to keep up with the girl's ankles as she walked along.
"...too much going on, not enough time to manage it all, you know?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 9:10 pm
Layton looked straight a head, but ********* was already beginning to crack her stony exterior. "W-wow," she said, somewhat admiring the little cat, "You do all th-that? In just one day?" Layton could barely even care for her garden, let alone the entirety of Destiny City.
Chewing on her thumbnail a little bit, Layton asked, "Why? I mean ... Wh-why do you do so much every day?"
The real question was why Layton had chosen to do nothing, but that was another matter entirely.
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