Not that Ellie Spectre had ever really enjoyed celebrating her birthday.
She wanted the day to be treated like an everyday, ordinary day, but it seemed that fate had other ideas.
The tomboy didn't really blame Hank for his misconception about the situation. When she got to work, he told her to take the day off since it was her birthday. Which immediately caused the girl's face to shift into a scowl before she literally stormed out of the workplace.
Hank just stood there, a slightly dazed expression upon his face. It was only when Phil clapped a hand on his shoulder and reminded him "...she doesn't like celebrating her birthday, remember?" that the middle aged man realized the error he had made.
The girl walked home as if she was stomping on every single insect that was on the ground. She got some looks, but she didn't care. If the attention was for something, anything other than her birthday, it was worth it. Birthdays were not a big deal, so why people continually seemed to shove that fact in her face every year on this date was annoying. Her parents at least seemed to get it, but they were the only ones who got it.
She got back home, and after failing to get her keys in the lock, she managed to get the door open. Her steps echoed down the hallway, especially at the staircase where they creaked under the pounding of her feet. Before she had even made it to her bedroom, she managed to sense something.
...that phone...
The blonde had been growing more increasingly willing to use it thanks to the senshi-thing. Many used the phones as a way to let the others on the team know about potential patrols. Maybe someone needed her to join them for a patrol later? With that thought in mind, the girl pulled out an odd golden winged pen and transformed into a senshi as she closed the door to her bedroom.
Once suited up, the blonde senshi summoned up that strange phone she received from a cat. She flipped it over and glanced over the message with her golden eyes.
Happy Birthday! Love, ********* was the sound of Sailor Iris throwing the phone across the room and against the wall.
Followed by plenty of cursing.
Followed by a tense silence.
Followed by footsteps to where the phone had landed. It hadn't broken from the impact, but then again, it wasn't Earth technology. Snatching it up from the ground, she glared at the object, turning it in her hands.
"...if th'cat's wishin' me this... who th'f*ck knows how many people she's told..." With a slight growl touching her breath, she closed her eyes tightly, concentrated for a moment to find a familiar sound out in space, then pushed the appropriate button on her phone.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in the dark sanded desert.
It was perhaps a bit rash on her part, but she was sick of the unnecessary attention already. The tall girl banished her phone to subspace once more before she started to wander the desert by foot.
At first, her thoughts were still at a boil, rage seeming to affect her movement and consuming her thoughts. The heat of the sun did not affect her as she seemed to form a path in the sand, walking a straight line towards the horizon.
Each step she took gave her a faint amount of comfort, almost a miniscule amount in all honesty, so after many steps, her rage had calmed ever so faintly, the boil calming to just mere bubbles of anger. It was as if merely being present on this world was enough to soothe her savage heart.
Her heart eventually had been tamed, reducing the girl to a relatively neutral emotion. It was only once the anger seemed to dissipate that her form seemed to melt into the one of the winged princess. Her footprints were now masked by the path which her dress seemed to drag across the dark sands. However, she stopped in place quite shortly after the change.
"...fate would seem to have brought me back here on the day of maturity..." It hadn't been her intention at all, but since she was here, she might as well indulge herself with an old religious custom.
She spread her legs out wide beneath the billowy flow of her dress, one leg straightened while the other was bent. Carefully, she turned herself around until the leg extended outwards formed a full circle. With the circle formed, she then held out an arm, dipping down and pressing it flat to the ground to support herself before swinging a leg up high up until it hit the opposite side of the circle. It was as if she was doing a one-handed cartwheel over a small area. She shifted the angle in which she moved and swept over the space 19 times, one time for each year.
Once the princess was finished, she had to chuckle slightly aloud. Normally one didn't do this dance for themselves, for it was essentially a wish of good health for each year added to the recipient's age. It was completely selfish and self centered to do it for one's own self. However, it was not as if any other Iridians would be able to dance for her.
Simply reconnecting with an old tradition was enough to calm the storm inside of Iris. As if the wind blew up some sand, the girl's form returned back to the usual one of an eternal senshi.
"...let's try this again..." With a huge resigned sigh, the teenage girl concentrated on going back home. Maybe with her day off, she could spend some time working in the garage.
Followed by plenty of cursing.
Followed by a tense silence.
Followed by footsteps to where the phone had landed. It hadn't broken from the impact, but then again, it wasn't Earth technology. Snatching it up from the ground, she glared at the object, turning it in her hands.
"...if th'cat's wishin' me this... who th'f*ck knows how many people she's told..." With a slight growl touching her breath, she closed her eyes tightly, concentrated for a moment to find a familiar sound out in space, then pushed the appropriate button on her phone.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in the dark sanded desert.
It was perhaps a bit rash on her part, but she was sick of the unnecessary attention already. The tall girl banished her phone to subspace once more before she started to wander the desert by foot.
At first, her thoughts were still at a boil, rage seeming to affect her movement and consuming her thoughts. The heat of the sun did not affect her as she seemed to form a path in the sand, walking a straight line towards the horizon.
Each step she took gave her a faint amount of comfort, almost a miniscule amount in all honesty, so after many steps, her rage had calmed ever so faintly, the boil calming to just mere bubbles of anger. It was as if merely being present on this world was enough to soothe her savage heart.
Her heart eventually had been tamed, reducing the girl to a relatively neutral emotion. It was only once the anger seemed to dissipate that her form seemed to melt into the one of the winged princess. Her footprints were now masked by the path which her dress seemed to drag across the dark sands. However, she stopped in place quite shortly after the change.
"...fate would seem to have brought me back here on the day of maturity..." It hadn't been her intention at all, but since she was here, she might as well indulge herself with an old religious custom.
She spread her legs out wide beneath the billowy flow of her dress, one leg straightened while the other was bent. Carefully, she turned herself around until the leg extended outwards formed a full circle. With the circle formed, she then held out an arm, dipping down and pressing it flat to the ground to support herself before swinging a leg up high up until it hit the opposite side of the circle. It was as if she was doing a one-handed cartwheel over a small area. She shifted the angle in which she moved and swept over the space 19 times, one time for each year.
Once the princess was finished, she had to chuckle slightly aloud. Normally one didn't do this dance for themselves, for it was essentially a wish of good health for each year added to the recipient's age. It was completely selfish and self centered to do it for one's own self. However, it was not as if any other Iridians would be able to dance for her.
Simply reconnecting with an old tradition was enough to calm the storm inside of Iris. As if the wind blew up some sand, the girl's form returned back to the usual one of an eternal senshi.
"...let's try this again..." With a huge resigned sigh, the teenage girl concentrated on going back home. Maybe with her day off, she could spend some time working in the garage.
