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 Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 10:59 pm
So far, all of Sophie's late night interviews had been with people who called themselves knights, with one exception. Aside from that classification, they had all been wildly different, and nothing like what her imagination said a knight should be like. There was a distinct lack of armor. No horses, either. And at least some of them didn't seem to go by a code of chivalry. They were, Sophie decided, knights in name only. Vigilantes who took up a noble name to fight stuff. Despite their claims that they hadn't chosen to become such, she couldn't help but feel that there was more choice than they claimed.
When she went out again, she was practically expecting to meet another knight. She was not expecting to meet a kid at all. But when she turned down an alley she knew to be a dead end, she was surprised to see one, wearing the type of strange getup she'd come to associate with so-called terrorists, wielding a can of spray paint.
"Is this some kind of guerrilla art initiative," Sophie asked, "or are you an actual terrorist?" Kind of a cheeky question, but she could run if she had to. Besides, the kid couldn't be more than fourteen.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 9:54 pm
Columba yelped and dropped her paint can, but when she turned around, she wasn't met with a cop. Just a nosy civilian.
So she shrugged and picked her can back up and went back to it.
"I am not a terrorist, I haven't terroristed anybody," She snorted. "What are ya gonna do, call somebody?"
She stepped back from her creation to admire her own brilliance and turned back around to the intruder. "I'm just a kid, I look like a terrorist t'you?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:32 pm
Just like that, Sophie relaxed. "I didn't think you were," she confessed. "Still, it never hurts to check! We live in dangerous times, you know. Something to be aware of if you plan on wandering the streets at night."
No, that was not a hypocritical statement. Sophie was a responsible adult, and this was a self-admitted kid. The situations were totally different.
"Now that you mention it, you kind of do. It's the clothes." She gestured to the kid's hat and collar. "They sort of look like what the terrorists on the news wear. You may want to consider altering your fashion choice, especially if you plan on doing more activities like this one. It could lead to unfortunate misunderstandings."
By now, Sophie was convinced that this was just a kid who liked to emulate bad guys, and nothing more. What part could someone like this play in a magical conspiracy?
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 2:07 pm
"It's funny how sailor collars are a 'bad guy' thing to you people," Columba said in a snorting laugh. "I mean, 'afore all this I woulda punch some kid if he wore a sailor collar to school but now it's all about emulating bad guys and stuff. You guys all sound like total buttfaces."
She tossed her paint can from one hand to the other. "We are not terrorists, we are senshi, and we're kind of awesome."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 3:22 pm
Well, she couldn't accuse this kid of being overly polite, like some of her late night interviewees. Sophie raised her eyebrows as she was called a buttface, but didn't comment. She was, however curious at who else the girl was referring to when she said 'you all.'
That curiosity was forgotten instantly when the kid admitted to being a senshi. "Wait, you can't be serious. The senshi are responsible for some serious crimes! How could someone like you be part of this? Were you kidnapped? Do you need help?"
This was serious! If an organization like that was recruiting small children, there was no telling what other lows they would sink to.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 2:40 pm
"What crimes? I 'aven't committed no crimes!" Columba argued, and then looked at the paint can in her hand and innocently hid it behind her back.
"Well, I mean, okay, I mighta but that was before I became a senshi too so it's really got nothing to do with anything. The magic cat woke me up, that's all."
She frowned as hard as she could which looked more like an attempt to be a deformed little troll. "I am thirteen years old and that's old enough to be a senshi and I am fine and you can shut up!" She announced, and then stuck her tongue out at her. Who was this nosy b***h?
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 1:10 am
From just a few words, Sophie managed to learn several things about her latest interviewee:
A) This kid was apparently a senshi;
B) This kid was apparently a juvenile delinquent;
and C) Magic was apparently mixed up in all of it
A and B had to be connected, didn't they? Or did they? Not everyone who was handed superpowers, by a magic cat or anyone else, would go out and abuse them. It depended on the person. Clearly whoever was doling out the magic (was it really a cat?!) didn't have the best judgment, if they were willing to trust someone this young and clearly inexperienced with it.
"If you want to be taken seriously, and not as a terrorist, you should really reconsider what you're doing with the abilities that you have." Sophie gestured at the wall behind the girl, a disapproving look on her face."If someone calls you a criminal, at this point in time, you can't rightly disprove them. Which gives others like you a bad name." Were kids like this the reason that all of these magic-type people had such a bad name in the press?
Whatever, that wasn't even the real point. "Could you tell me a little more about what happened to you? Or were you always like this?" How was she supposed to know how magic worked? Maybe some people were born with it, while others had it thrust upon them. "You said a cat 'woke you up,' right? Did that have anything to do with the sleeping sickness, by any chance?"
At the time, nobody had known what had happened or why. Now that Sophie knew that magic existed, she wondered if such an event could be the catalyst for all of this change. Some people fell asleep, other people got superpowers. It made about as much sense as anything else she'd learned thus far, namely none.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 7:38 pm
Columba pursed her lips and looked at the paint can, and then the 'art' she'd left on the wall, and back to Sophie before she shrugged. "I done this without powers too, this way my dad just doesn't recognize me if he walks by and it's easier to sneak out."
The questions threw her for a loop and she had to think about them. Very very hard. "Oh, you mean the coma thingy? No, I was just a little kid then! I've only been a senshi for a few months. See, I found a pen, and then a magic talking cat taught me how to make-up."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 1:19 am
Apparently in this case, the subject was a criminal first, and a senshi second. “I don’t object to artistic expression, but isn’t there a more constructive way to do this without defacing buildings?” When it came down to it, Sophie was a stickler for doing the right thing, and even though she knew that the ‘senshi’ part was probably more relevant to her interests, she was not willing to let the ‘criminal’ part go without a fight. If she did, it would be as if she approved, which she definitely did not. “There are lots of fantastic art programs in the city. I work with one at the DCCC. And if you were able to have a more constructive outlet, you wouldn’t need to hide from your dad, and you wouldn’t need to be a senshi.”
There, problem solved!
The explanation- if one could call it that- was less than helpful. “So… wait. Huh?” What was she supposed to take away from that. “Cats, pens, and make-up? So what, you’ve got some kind of magical eyeliner that turns you into a witch?”
After everything she’d seen, it was silly of Sophie to reject such a possibility, but it seemed sillier still to go along with it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 4:04 pm
"No, It's not eyeliner, it's a pen, I just said that," Columba groaned with a massive eye roll and a slight drop in stature like her knees could not handle the sheer amount of ignorance and gave way for a brief second.
She wasn't even going to acknowledge the lecture about finding less criminal ways to express herself.
"God, lady, whaddyo even want?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 5:49 pm
"Sure. A magical make-up pen. Why not?" Sophie threw her hands up in the air and sighed. The more she learned, the less sense things made. It didn't help that she had very few factual points of reference. For all she knew, everyone she met had lied to her about what they knew. Her whole framework could be built on falsehoods.
Still, she had to try. "All I want is to find out what's going on. Is your purpose for this whole 'senshi' thing to go around tagging walls? Is that why you were given magic, or just how you're choosing to use it?"
What kind of nutjobs were handing out these powers, anyway?
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:23 pm
"No, I was given magic to fight crime!" Columba announced, lifting one fist in enthusiasm before she realized something and looked back at the wall. She looked back to Sophie and grinned a guilty smile. "Uh... more major crime. Smallish crimes are no biggy."
Yes, that explained everything.
"See, there are these bad guys called the Negaverse," Rawr emphasis and wild gesticulating. "And they are filled with Chaos and sometimes they kill people and it sucks balls. So we stop 'em with magic sparkly magic. Wanna see?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 9:57 pm
Magic to fight crime. It sounded so simple, so... ideal. A much younger Sophie had read comic books and dreamed of being able to fight crime. Since then, she'd learned that fighting crime rarely entailed actual fighting, and wasn't quite as simple as the comics made it out. She'd grown up, moved on. Or so she thought. But no careers were quite as fulfilling as the one she'd created in her head, and she couldn't deny that the picture this girl painted was an attractive one. The mental picture, not the one on the wall. That was just vandalism.
Then she said one of the buzzwords, which caught Sophie's attention immediately. "Negaverse? No, that can't be right. They're not bad, they just have weird tactics. But one of them saved me from a-" She stopped before she could say 'senshi.' "A terrorist," she said instead.
So if the Negaverse said the Senshi were the bad guys, and the Senshi said the Negaverse were the bad guys, who was right? Or was this whole thing just a tragic misunderstanding?
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:48 pm
What the ********? Was this girl insane? Columba stared with an exaggerated look of horror that needed to be physically shaken off.
"No, dummy, the Negaverse is bad. They killed all those people at the carnival and they let those youma monsters run free and eat people. They rip stars out of your chest and drain energy and kill people. I mighta stolen lipstick once and put some paint on the walls, but I don't hurt people!"
Seriously, she was out cavorting with the Negaverse and was upset with her over a little graffiti? b***h.
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