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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:00 pm
Things hadn’t been exciting for a while now. Or, at least not very exciting. Lesath was just…bored. With nearly everything now. Patrolling had been dull, nothing to amuse her, nothing to make the time pass more quickly, just…mundane bums for her to drain and throw through mirrors. Where had the excitement gone? Why wasn’t anyone around t fight with…was it because of finals coming up? Did the senshi’s all need study breaks? Or, perhaps…they all just got tired of fighting the war. Maybe that would just lead up to a great victory for chaos. Hip hip hooray.
She let out a heavy sigh and slumped onto a bench, crossing her arms. What a bunch of boloney. Somebody should come out. Somebody should come out if only to entertain her, and make the night pass quicker.
After sitting on the bench for a good half hour, the super senshi stood again and stretched. Well…at least mundane efforts produced results. Or so she hoped. Maybe she could just…keep up the mundane and in doing so, make something awesome happen. She craned her neck, looking for another sleeping bum for her wraith to drain.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:31 am
There were times in the world that just didn’t make sense. Be it a steaming hot battered sugar good with solid ice cream inside or a talking dog on an internet site (Talking animals, the insanity of it all!) but there were some things that were truly confusing and tonight Lyssa was a proud member of such a group. Lyssa… had thoughts in her mind. Not things on her head, not flashing lights before her eyes or dancing chimps over her brain. But intelligent, real thoughts . Words that lead to ideas, ideas that lead to action and all of them being thought over in that big old empty head of hers.
And at any point now hell would freeze over with this knowledge.
Luckily for her (because it was chilly out tonight) hell did no such thing, and that was good because hell owed her money and tonight she was in no mood for that cross dressing she-male of an accountant – he/hers riddles were always better that Lyssa’s and that was just plain mean! Plus she was hardly dressed for meeting the owner of such a popular establishment as Barathrum. Manners, to Lyssa at least, cost nothing.
But less about her cleaning lady and more about these thoughts! Lyssa was contemplating her actions, her purpose, and the reason behind her form. These questions plagued her very toes! Attempts to find out more about herself (which included finding lots of fur and a tail she never knew she had) she decided to find the answers out from someone else. Somebody with wisdom and grace, beauty and skill and the elegance and finesse to do so.
Basically the first person she laid eyes on.
Curling her way past broken bottles and delicious looking lumps of food[?]Lyssa made her journey towards Lesath. Her eyes twitching with delight as she read her emotions of boredom for sheer excitement at this meeting. She could almost taste the answers flowing from her nasal cavity as she sat before her, staring. Forever staring.
“I find only the red sea sweeping, laughing. The snake, it does not sit for long untold. Tell me mistress of the dusty ones. What do you see, what do you see?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 12:10 pm
Lesath paused, hearing a voice. She glanced around, looking for the owner of the voice, perhaps it was some batty old homeless woman…but no. No, homeless women didn’t have four…paws. Nor were they red.
No, this was a cat who was talking. And it wasn’t Sylvia or Dahlia. It was another, different cat. Though, she was still full of chaos, from what the senshi could tell. “What do I see? I see a cat, with beautiful red fur. Like a furry cherry pie.”
Not the most creative comparison, not by a long shot…but, what could she do. Perhaps the cat was a bit touched in the head. Or perhaps…she was just testing Lesath to see if…she understood some messed up chaos code. Maybe she would never figure it out, or maybe all would be revealed.
…Though hadn’t Remarque told her about a slightly crazy cat who had upgraded him to an Eternal Senshi? Perhaps this was the same cat. But, she didn’t feel that she was strong enough to become an eternal yet. There was still a lot more she had to do. Much more, actually. Though, if it were the case…she wouldn’t mind. At least then she could be equal to Jett once more. That was always an important thing to be.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:42 am
Lyssa’s ears flicked happily at the response even if the Senshi was clearly crazy with her notion! Everyone knew that this particular colour was auburn sunshine, not cherry pie which was reserved only for a Tuesday and never for a Wednesday and this was obviously a Thursday! These Senshi today and their lack of organisation was shocking!
“Must make a…timetable for you, the very concept…is absurd! I see that your eager but…on a Thursday! You must clash, clash, clash, clash…clash!” With every word she sang she stopped to hold down her tail which had come wiggling into view. She would not speak again until it held still to which it inevitably twisted again when she let go to continue speaking. The limb looked like some thrashing smudge by the time she had finished her sentence and Lyssa was truly dizzy by the end of it. Although this method helped to keep her socks on it did nothing for the buzzing voices.
“Its alive, got a mind of its own, cursed am sure. Never trust a witch with pink eye, terrible weathermen. I see you’re full of dusty things. They speak to me they do, they do. They adore you, you, you. You are their princess and their slave. Make sure they don’t get into your woollens or they will be hell to pay!”
Most people would start running at this point.
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