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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 1:55 pm
It was a cool summer night and Nickeline was simply hanging out. She had no worries about any enemies stumbling upon her because quite frankly she'd be eager to fight anyone pretty much any day. She wasn't going to rearrange her whole life simply to avoid people. She was unusually calm this evening, simply sitting on the grass while leaning against a tree stump. Balls of hair wrapped around the trump almost possessively and on top of it sat a large white box. A loukoumas impaled by a toothpick was her choice of weapon tonight, gripped firmly in her hands and between her teeth as she bit into it.
Earlier in the evening before the store had closed, she had made a stop by a Greek restaurant. She had asked them if they could make loukoumades and when she heard that they could she immediately ordered practically a tub of them. By far, this was her favourite dessert growing up and it remained there even today. To find it here in Destiny City was like a shining light in a dark abyss and she simply didn't want her "duties" to get in the way. So she took them with her after powering up and here she was enjoying the delicious flavour of loukoumades under the somewhat starry night.
The cool night had been thanks to the clouds that had covered the sky most of the day and the cold front that came down from the north. It meant the day had been pretty crappy and so was the night but at least her food was sweating from the heat. It was prime conditions and not a person in sight, Nickeline could lay back and enjoy her treat.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:44 pm
********* had managed to locate a rather subtle dark aura. It happened quite frequently to be honest, with lesser youma, Lieutenants, and those strange Dark Mirror Senshi. Regardless of what it could be, the feline tended to investigate just in case anybody was in danger. She might not have been a senshi, but it didn't mean she didn't have her own ways to help out.
What she found was a long tail of bundled up silver hair with black shiny pearls strung along it. Her eyes seemed to dilate quite a bit as one of her baser instincts seemed to kick in.
Black
Shiny
Pearls!
Certainly there was a smell of sweetness in the air that her sensitive nose twitched in association to. However, her eyes were focused on the little beads. Raising her rump in the air in a playful manner, she then hopped at a few of the beads, pouncing in a carefree manner at the shiny-shiny objects.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:52 pm
Nickeline had just swallowed the rest of the loukoumas she'd been eating when she suddenly felt something strange tugging ever so slightly at the length of her hair. If she expected anything, she hadn't expected to look over her shoulder and find what appeared to be a small purple bear cub attacking her hair, or more specifically: the beads that decorated it.
A strange huff, Nickeline remained still for a moment. Her grey eyes fell on the beast and finally she came to realize it was no bear cub, but a fat cat instead. She let out a sigh, wondering just what was up with the cats in this city. It was like they all wanted a piece of her. This cat in particular though, it was so fat! What did it eat? Pounds of cake a day? It wouldn't have surprised Nickeline considered the size of it.
Smiling, Nickeline wrapped her arm around her hair and gave it a light flick before she began raveling it up in a somewhat teasing manner. Cats were so stupid.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:08 pm
One moment she was playing with some pretty shiny peals between her paws, the next she felt a sudden ping of pain to her forehead.
"Ouch!" she said aloud.
Shrinking back slightly, the animal shook her head, then looked to the source of the sudden flick. The manx blinked at what she saw.
It was a girl with silvery hair (duh) and silvery eyes to match, wearing a dark version of what one would assume to be a senshi uniform. There was a big gaping hole in the chest area where a bow should have been.
"Ah, you are a senshi..." the feline ventured to say, tilting her head so that her silvery star on her forehead glinted slightly. Though she was slighty wary, she attempted to keep her fur relaxed and a pleasant smile upon her face. "Well, good evening then!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:15 pm
If there was one thing she had expected when she did that was for the cat to get started and then run off, not to make a sound. Well, at first she wasn't entirely sure. Did cats in America make different noises than those in Greece? She simply stared at the cat for a few moments while the cat stared at her. It soon became apparent that this was normal cat when it became to talk words that made even less sense than simply a mao.
"sup?" she asked rather flatly, giving the cat a rather strange look.
Nickeline didn't exactly get the talk you know. The talk that said only talking cats with dark forehead stars were cats that you should talk to. Not that she really wanted to talk to a cat but what was the worst thing that could happen? She leaned over, her face much closer to the ground than it had been previously. Grey eyes looked at the cat with suspicion, and then simply sat back down.
"Fat magical cat," she said as she grabbed another pastry.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:49 am
The cat's ears twitched slightly at the girl's simple greeting then label for *********. Partially it was because the words could be seen as an insult, but partly because she recognized that accent.
Her mind would dwell on that for a bit, but for now the feline easily allow the insult to brush off of her. "I suppose I am overweight, but it might just be easier to call me *********." She lifted up a paw and attempted to point to herself the best that a cat could.
Even with what had been an insult, the cat easily noticed the next treat as it was pulled out. "...might I ask if I can have one of those? They smell really good!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 6:26 pm
Many children dreamed that their pets could talk to them but what good was a talking magical fat cat when all it did was speak in a language that was quite foreign? It may as well be simply meowing. However, the last word of her sentence struck cord with Nickeline simply because it was in Greek. No one spoke to her in Greek, and it gained the cat a strange head tilt. The cupbearer of the Gods, Nickeline was more than familiar with the stories. Perhaps there was an even larger alley cat around here that was her strongman Hercules? Nickeline snickered at the idea.
Biting into another of her loukoumades, Nickeline simply looked upward for a moment. Looking back at *********, Nickeline thought for a moment that the cat wanted one of her loukoumades and then after pondering that thought and looking at the cat again she realized it really did want one. Well, she was the one that had called it fat, clearly there was a reason why it was. She shouldn't have been surprised, and after swallowing the last of the one she'd started eating, she simply picked another up.
She didn't eat it though, and instead she simply held it close to her and used her free hand to pat her lap. Come, bring me some water cupbearer!
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 9:04 am
The manx was good at taking cues, noting how there was suddenly an invitation to get closer. Trotting over, she suddenly bound into the girl's lap, finding a place to settle slightly upon her pleated skirt.
"I apologize if I get any of my hair on your uniform, but I think that these uniforms do clean themselves if I recall correctly. Magic at its best, right?" She chuckled a bit before then settling in for business.
"So... did you want me to beg, or can I have one?" She lifted one paw and gestured at the treat again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 8:26 pm
Nickeline was never allowed to have pets while she was younger. Like many unfortunate children, she never got the pony she always wanted for Christmas. She also didn't get any settlement offers for dogs, cats, birds or even fish. Animal allergies prevented any pet ownership responsibilities but it didn't mean Nickeline couldn't dream. ********* was fat, but she was also tiny and soft like a normal cat. It brought what appeared to be a small smile to the corrupted senshi's face as the guardian cat found herself a place to settle.
Cat hair? Pfft. Nickeline should be the one to apologize, she might get her hair on *********. Which would be worse? Long magical strands of hair or tiny cat fur? The winner was apparent, at least to Nickeline. She shrugged, obviously not caring. She took this moment to take a look at *********, looking at the muted colours provided by the night. She didn't question light or chaos, and instead she simply held the pastry above *********," she said, referring to the pastry as she held it out for ********* and the others in the bucket. "From Greece."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:02 pm
The cat sat rump on the lap and awkwardly attempted to balance so her forepaws were in the air. She pawed at the treat that was held just above her.
"Lou...ki.. mad?" she repeated, awkwardly mispronouncing the word and actually cringing slightly upon knowing she messed up. Her ears momentarily swiveled back slightly, flattening briefly against her head in apology.
"Sorry... could you actually say that again? I'm not fluent in Greek... though I think one of my girls is actually pretty good with Greek words... her dad is Greek and she loves non-American things..."
No longer able to hold her upper body up, her two forepaws planted themselves on the lap again. "I would like to do a decent job 'parroting' that word for you... um... I didn't quite catch your name. Normally I'd be able to figure it out myself... but... um... yeah... I can't because of the mess with your starseed and stuff..." For a moment she casually lifted a paw and pointed towards the gaping hole in the front of her bodice.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 11:48 pm
Hearing her favourite food become phonetically butchered almost brought a smile to Nickeline's face. It was probably the opposite of what should be expected but it felt so good to watch someone else fail, for someone else struggle to communicate words properly. She felt so good, she actually put a little thought into the words that came after it. Could she say it again? Hm, that made sense. She said it slower, putting empathizes on the areas that ********* had said wrong prior.
********* was a small cat, barely even registering herself as a weight on the corrupt senshi's lap so when she heard the guardian cat mention one of her girls, Nickeline had a strange image arise from her head. Her suspicions of a Hercules guardian cat all suddenly came true. She envisioned him as a rather large tom cat, probably closer to the size of a baby bear than anything else. It brought rather questioning thoughts to the corrupt senshi's mind and almost pity for ********* when she visually tried to compare her thoughts against reality. She'd never imagine that the girls were human, well, as human as senshi got. It was simply a strange idea! Cats can't give birth to people, could they?
No, they couldn't but perhaps Nickeline needed to have a talk about the birds and the bees if she was actually considering it otherwise. Shaking her head, Nickeline cleared her thoughts of it just in time to feel a warmth rise within her as she felt ********* eyes on her chest and ********* paw pointing to the gaping hole. The mighty hole in her chest, it was quite the interesting topic! She'd never had anyone out right point to it before though. She didn't quite understand the context but there was definitely a strange look at ********* as one of the pastries dropped to the ground.
She ignored it, a more important matter coming to light. Nickeline paused her thoughts on giving her name to the strange cat for a moment to lean her head over and attempt to look inside the hole, almost as if she was making sure something was still there. Of course it was still there, but Nickeline wasn't the type of person to simply assume it was there because she was still alive or something like that. Actually, Nickeline had no idea that had any control over her life. Either way, soon she became satisfied that nothing had fallen out of her chest and gone missing and addressed ********* once more.
"Nickeline," she expressed in a very simple matter.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:57 am
"Lu ku mad des..." There was a pause before she added "...did I get it right this time?"
Oddly enough, even the feline didn't make the easy pounce for the piece of pastry (Loukoumades apparently) fall on the ground by the corrupted senshi. Within a couple moments, the conversation had gotten quite a bit tense. The guardian's fur stood on end for a moment, briefly giving her a slightly fluffier appearance. It was her own fault really, since she did point out the obvious defect in becoming a senshi aligned with the Negaverse.
However, the look she got and the way the girl moved to try to look into her own chest cavity caused the manx to quiet down a bit, edging back a bit on the lap. She only spoke up again when the girl finally mentioned her name, only to parrot it much like the pastry name.
"...Nickeline..."
Prior to this point, the manx had only met corrupt senshi that had been awakened prior to corruption, so they kept their senshi name. She had heard of this sort of corrupt senshi though. Corrupted before awakened, so instead of a celestial name, the name was now a mineral, like any other agent of the Negaverse. It meant the Negaverse had wanted to recruit her, not because she was seen as a potential weapon like how some of the other senshi had been seen. There had to be a reason.
"...are you on duty tonight and just taking a small break? Or are you off duty?" There was a hint of caution in her tone, as if she was trying to judge what her next action should be.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:37 pm
Nickeline wasn't about to give a cat any sort of recognition for properly or even closely saying a word correctly. To be frank, she simply ignored her. Perhaps it was because she wasn't going to be that nice, or maybe she was still a little preoccupied with the hole in her chest. It was hard not to be, wasn't it? She tried to imagine ********* with a hole in her chest and she couldn't imagine ********* not being distracted over it. Of course, if it was ********* she might just hide some cake in there but that would be a story for another day. A story for another universe.
It was hearing her name repeated that she seemed to give ********* the time of day again. Oh, right, there was a cat here. Nickeline still hadn't figured out why this cat was even here. Dahlia had been there to tell her some tips and trades of the Negaverse and help her find and kick one Juno's a**. She didn't care what anyone said, she whipped that b***h's a** and served it on top of a dessert. However, she wasn't fighting anyone or even doing much of anything. She probably should have been, and at first that's why she thought ********* was here.
********* wasn't here for that though. In fact, ********* didn't seem to know why Nickeline was here at all. It was suspicious to the corrupt senshi because she thought the guardian cats were like little Negaverse messengers. They couldn't do much (other than be cute) but they always seemed to come around when they wanted to teach Nickeline something or talk incisively about something Nickeline had no interests in hearing. So far ********* fell right into the group but Dahlia didn't ask those sorts of questions, Dahlia knew already. It had to be some sort of mind game, she had the impression Dahlia liked those so it seemed likely the other cats would.
Eyes narrowing on her prey, Nickeline scooped the manx up rather roughly. It was probably highly unpleasant for ********* but Nickeline wasn't exactly a nurturing person. She never had pets and what she deemed as acceptable handing for people (it wasn't usually) definitely wasn't suitable for a cat, ambit a magical one. She held the cat in such a way and then she stood up off the ground. Grey eyes looking upon green, Nickeline thought about her options.
The truth was: she was on duty and she had been taking more than a small break. In fact, she had taken such a long break she had practically emptied the entire container she had of pastries. There was just a quarter of a container left and although she wanted to continue eating them she didn't exactly want a lesson on Negaverse etiquette... again. Bribery seemed to be the option, although she wouldn't even need to do that if she realized there was more than one kind of magical talking cat.
"On duty," she said simply, holding ********* up.
There was a pause, a pause that was long enough to give anyone in such a situation enough time to definitely think too much on what was going to happen now that this on duty Negaverse soldier had their hands on them. Fortunately, Nickeline didn't attack *********. Instead, she set ********* down in the container of loukoumades.
"Get fat," she insisted. "Back to work."
It was then that Nickeline left, leaving ********* with a large amount of pastries. She might not have attacked ********* but this might simply be a more devious way of killing the guardian cat. How many ways was there? Explosion from eating too much? Heart failure? Diabetes? Maybe ********* would just eat so much she would become unable to get out of the container. Either way, as long as ********* simply didn't bring up her overly long leisure period Nickeline didn't care what happened.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 6:23 pm
There was only one other person who at one time had picked her up in such a manner. And that person had somehow learned how to pick up cats.
Nickeline, however, was foreign to her, and she was a part of the Negaverse. If she was anything like Sassolite, the feline knew she could consider herself lucky with becoming a target for attacks. Despite the sensation of dread that seemed to bottle up in the feline's belly, she kept her own gaze steady upon the grey pair of eyes intently inspecting her.
It almost felt as if this girl was counting how many ways in her mind she could rip this kitty in her grasps into pieces. If she were an animal with less of a backbone and less control of her bladder, there might have been a problem.
However, she somehow was able to manage to survive.
In fact, she now had a pastry wonderland surrounding her. Though for now her fears all vanished as she soon started to engorge herself with the loukoumades, the feline would have things to think about later one.
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