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 Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 3:35 pm
Super Sailor Remarque decided that, if there was a God, he was just downright cruel.
As if there hadn’t already been enough snow this Winter, he had gone out on what he thought to be one of the warmer evenings—only to spend fifteen minutes outside trying to gather energy before he saw the first snowflake fall from the sky. Within two minutes, the snow was falling at a steady, placid rate from the sky. If it had been raining, this would have been a pleasant sprinkle, but because it was snowing it was just ******** awful.
Remarque was constantly brushing off the snow, aware that most of it melted before his hand could get to it, but it made him feel better all the same. Thankfully there wasn’t much snow collected on the ground for him to trudge to, but all Remarque could think about was how much he wished winter would end so he could go back to spending his evenings comfortably seeking energy. Everything about seemed worse in winter—he moved slower, he had less motivation, he was tired. He was cold.
Annoyed, he stomped on the snow already caking the ground. It wasn’t often that he was willing to go home without any energy, but this was just ridiculous. He wished Lesath was there so he could hold her close for warmth, but didn’t want to call her. Hell, she’d probably want to play in the snow, and that was something he refused to do unless dressed in eight layers of clothes.
His ego and willpower forced him to continue searching for something to have made powering up this evening worthwhile, though he had been unable to detect any power signatures nearby—and had been absolutely luckless with finding anyone to sap energy from.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:41 pm
The senshi wasn't the only thing ambling around, wet and miserable.
Sylvia was pretty sure she was going to get frostbite if she had to skate across frozen sidewalks for another night. The weather was awful - she hated the cold; at least during the summer spending the night out wasn't life threatening. For once she wasn't hungry - she'd managed to pick off a pidgeon not too long ago. Stringy and unsatisfying, sure, but it was better than being cold and hungry.
Although at this rate, she'd trade the hungry for the cold.
She skittered around the corner, feeling the snowflakes as they worked their way through her dense coat. Yeah, she'd be soaked soon, but the snow turned to icy slush as it hit the pavement, rendering most of her hidey-holes damp, half-frozen, and unsuitable for habitation. She wondered for what might be the millionth time if she could put her pride aside and pretend to be a nice, normal cat. Maybe she-
She stopped moving suddenly, one foot held in the air, ears perked. She could sense someone nearby, someone....other.
Well, Raven had turned out to be pretty nice, and had even offered her food... Perhaps she could get lucky twice? She announced her presence with a plantive yowl before carefully rounding the corner.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 2:07 am
Remarque had been picking up an odd little aura, though if it hadn't been for that, he might have ignored the mewl all the same. It wasn't like he was unfamiliar with cats; on more than a few occasions the strays had been attracted to the stranger in their territory. Perhaps if it was a dog pining for attention he'd have dropped to one knee and started petting it, but a cat?
Oh, please. They were always up to something. When she had rounded the corner, he immediately looked down at the cat. Suffice to say, he was not entirely sure what to make of her. On one hand, cat. On the other hand, he wouldn't wish anyone to be stuck out in this weather.
She had gone out of her way to announce her presence, but what was he supposed to do about it?
"Now, a noise like that is hardly very becoming, wouldn't you say? Even for a cat, " he noted, crossing his arms across his chest—half for appearance and half for warmth.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 12:37 am
Sylvia narrowed her eyes. Oh, wonderful. Well, his energy signature had been similar to Raven's, but certainly not the same, and his attitude...
"Almost as becoming as that ridiculous hair of yours. Do you usually talk to cats, or am I just the," she drew out her next words with as much sarcasm as her tiny body possessed, "lucky exception?"
She glared arrogantly at his arms. It was really hard to see his face past them at this angle, for one; for two - the posture just plain got her goat. The nerve of- well. Whatever. Goldilocks was clearly not going to be inviting her anywhere warm, or offering her food, or helping her get some of the burrs out of her coat. Being independent was one thing, but there were just some places that were hard to reach, and using a brush without thumbs was problematic at best.
On the plus side, she was always open to new scratching posts.
Still, she didn't know this person, and her curiosity got the better of her. "Should I know you? What are you doing on-" pause, "my street?" It was not her street. Once again, she wasn't sure where 'here' was. That wasn't important, however. She was a cat.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 12:51 am
Immediately Remarque had quirked an eye when his hair—his perfect, glorious hair—had been mentioned. "Awfully brazen for such a little creature," he noted, not surprise by her speech. He had met talking cats before, though never had he met one so downright unfriendly. "If you were going to claim streets, I don't know why you bothered with this one. There's next to nothing appealing about it." He skimmed the horizon just in case he'd missed something, but to him it was the same as any old street.
…Only, far less appealing.
For the briefest moment, he considered nudging her out of her way so he didn't have to deal with her, but she was a cat—and a corrupt one, an ally. However hesitant he was to use such a phrase to label her. He was sure Ares wouldn't appreciate him bitching at one of the cats she needed to help awaken new members in the Court.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked, returning his gaze to her. "Doesn't seem like there's anything out here that you should be braving the cold for," he said, straining to stay civil despite his own personal distaste for cats.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:27 pm
Sylvia's mind blanked. Why did he have to ask LOGICAL questions? "It's my job to know what's going on around town," she huffed evasively. If she really thought about it, she knew deep down inside it was because she was just plain stubborn. Staying inside on a night like tonight would have been too easy. Just the thought of that admission made her angry, though, and her tail puffed out subconsciously.
"The street was just fine before you came by," she muttered under her breath. Ok, ok, that wasn't FAIR, but she was cold and her feet hurt and it was so much easier to be snarky. "Who're you, anyway?" She finally ventured.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 2:23 am
The senshi couldn't help but quirk a brow. "Remarque. Super Sailor Remarque," he added a second later. "Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry. You rude little cat. You aren't even going to offer me your name?"
That'd teach him to even vaguely consider trying to get her out of the snow—Chaos cat or not. "Though. If you think this street was fine, I suspect you've got a bit of frostbite on that little brain of yours. Haven't you a home to go to, some Negaverse Agent to go curl up with and keep you from freezing your tail off?"
The cat had quite a personality, and for as annoying as that could be, that little spark was the quickest way to catch Remarque's attention. Also this quickest way to get him to kick you across the road, but hey—so far, so good.
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