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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 7:39 am
Sailor Subamara flitted down the night-time streets, at speeds that were one hundred percent unwise in her fancy high-heeled boots. She was a little hazy on why she was out here, or indeed why she’d been nominated for senshidom, but the Dream Cat she’d met, the guardian, had told her she should be patrolling. There’d been a lot of other information, too, but she’d been struck down by the killer death flu, and then had exams, and it had all become jumbled up in her head, dreams and nightmares both, along with the Dream Cat’s instructions. The gist, she was pretty sure, was go out and look for monsters – youma. She had to start getting the terminology right. She’d seen one once, and it was horrific, but some senshi had come to her rescue. So she assumed she was doing that. She’d added it to her ever-growing list of Things To Do, and dutifully trekked out into the night. And it was pretty fun to race about with the wind in her hair and hardly even feel out of breath. She didn’t feel like a terrorist. If she was honest, she was kind of imagining if this was what it felt like to be in the Olympics. She wasn’t much of a sportswoman, but running was practical. Did being late to school count as a sports achievement?
She was still getting used to energy signatures, though. They tended to catch her by surprise, and were usually gone by the time she figured out where they were coming from. This one bloomed in her consciousness like a flower. Or well, a flower and a noxious weed, she realised, as she got close enough to distinguish the two separate and opposite auras. That was exciting – it seemed so much closer than usual. Her patrols had been pretty solitary up until now, but Subamara was sure she was sensing someone like her, and maybe she could help them! She changed direction without slowing down, skirting the nearby buildings to try and find the source.
A sound somewhere behind the next structure caught her attention, and she gave up on the energy signatures, listening hard instead. There was definitely something a moment ago. The Senshi of Coffee popped her head around the corner tentatively. “Hello?”
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 6:47 pm
Pomona was slimy. She was sticky and slimy and- and- UGH! Gross!
“ Nnnnnnn.”
No real word could convey how very displeased Pomona was at that very moment – slimy and tired and sore and slimy – so she settled on making a sort of angry, half-assed groan as she stood, flapping her arms in an attempt to rid them of goo.
For once, Pomona had not fought a rabid animal youma, or a possessed piece of machinery. Instead she had fought a reptilian, humanoid youma with a powerful tail and an unfortunate tendency to spit slime. She had just managed to defeat it – literally took it down moments ago – but not before it could hit her in the chest and in the face with giant loogies.
“ Hn.”
And now there was someone nearby to witness her state. Oh joy, oh rapture. She eyed the head of the brown-haired Senshi that appeared and found herself hoping she was the Senshi of Hot Showers, or something similar.
" ... don't suppose you have some napkins?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 6:41 am
Subamara's first thought was that she'd surprised a goo monster. Only after a moment of horrified gawking, she realised her mistake - the nasty energy signature was gone, so what she was seeing was just the goo. On a person. Ewww, poor thing, no wonder she was making those noises.
"Uh, no napkins, sorry," she called back. No pockets to keep them in, she thought, running her gloved hands over her skirt, and flipping the little apron at the front. It was a good size for a handkerchief, but unfortunately it would be a mountain of awkward to offer it to the other girl, since it seemed to be attached at her waist pretty securely. Unless the bow came off. She hadn't really thought about the logistics of her outfit before - it was kind of dumb of the cat guardians to give them such pretty white dresses if they were just going to get goo-ed as soon as they tried to fight. Even her gloves were lovely impractical, pristine white. Ah, but they definitely came off!
Subamara tugged at the ribbon fastening as she made her way over, cautious tip-toe steps in case there was mess on the ground too. Despite the slime, what she could see of the other girl's outfit was awesome, all sparkle gold. She hoped it was dry-cleanable.
"Will this do?" she offered, holding out her glove.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 1:49 pm
Pomona took the proffered glove gratefully.
“ Normally I’d politely decline, but I’m feeling too gross to.”
The cute little glove wouldn’t be enough to clean her whole body, but it did a good enough job of cleaning her face. Feeling slightly better now that her eyelids weren’t sticking and goo wasn’t dripping down her nose, Pomona felt inclined to take a better look at the other Senshi. She had a cute fuku, like something a waitress would wear in a little café. Her brooch and fuku’s color gave Pomona a suspicion as to what the Senshi’s sphere might be.
“ Lemme guess… Senshi of Chocolate or Coffee?”
Being a food-based Senshi herself, Pomona knew she could be biased and seeing things, but she didn’t think so; Chocolate or Coffee would simply make sense.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:11 am
"It's okay. Do you want the other one?" Subamara was already slipping it off. If she was going to need to wash one glove, she might as well do them both, if it was helpful. Cleaning up afterwards was an important part of any event, even monster-hunting apparently. She hadn't expected that. The other girl was still going to need to do more laundry than her, though, and her dress was fancier than Subamara's, with more ribbons and lace and layers. She hoped it would be all right.
She startled when the other girl spoke again, a wide smile crossing her face at being recognised.
"Yes!" she cheered, "I mean coffee! I mean. How did you know my element? I don't know yours," she admitted, a little embarrassed. A frown creased her brow as she tried to see if she could make a guess, too. Underneath the yuck, she could see gold and roses, fire-coloured ribbons. If there was any clue as to which was her specific sphere, the slime obscured it. Unless her element was slime. Subamara decided it would be mean to ask.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:51 pm
“ No, one’s good. I imagine my outfit will be magically dry-cleaned the next time I henshin up, I mainly just wanted to get the goo off my face.”
Ah, the joys of magic. It was a good thing that their uniforms always appeared clean and intact every time they henshined up – no idea if the were magically fixed or replaced, and wasn’t that an interesting question? – because otherwise they’d been in a fine mess. There'd probably be some Senshi stuck fighting in rags, or in nothing at all!
“ Ah. I was able to guess from experience; I’ve met other food Senshi. I’m the Senshi of Peppers myself.” Pomona gave a short sort of bow-curtsey, refraining from offering a hand for obvious reasons. “ I’m guessing you’re new-ish to this job then? Or you’ve at least not crossed paths with Chibi Lenka.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 1:35 am
"Magical drycleaning? Wow." Subamara saw no reason not to take the statement at face value, given all the magical weird that she'd been initiated into so far. Apparently what she'd seen so far was just the tip of the iceberg. She vowed never to think ill of the talking cats again, if they could hook her up with a fancy cleaning service and everything. Obviously they knew what they were doing handing out white lace monst- youma-hunting outfits. They must have some serious connections.
Dragging her attention with difficulty from the intricacies of a cat-based fashion industry, Subamara bobbed a curtsey in return, thinking it only polite.
"I never knew Peppers were so pretty! I'm pleased to meet you! I'm uh. Yeah. Kinda new." And it was more than a little embarrassing to find it was so obvious. She would have to do something about that. Like, ask ten million questions from a convenient expert!
"You've been doing this for a long time, huh? Sorry, what's chibilenka?"
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