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 Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 5:44 pm
Back to hunting. Zia thought her fishing project, leaking energy to the area and seeing what came up, was going along swimmingly!
At the very least she was expanding her index at a new rate she hoped she could keep up with.
But that was the majority of the reason she was wandering the city tonight as a barefooted cat girl. She was hoping for a negaverse agent but when she felt the slight energy signature of a page, she didn't complain.
She stopped her pace, making the jingling of her anklets and bangles cease before she turned on her heel and went off in search of her target.
"Helloooo?" She called out, trying to minimize search time. "Mister Page?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:14 pm
'Mister Page' would have been a great assumption to make, especially even after Svartalfheim came into view. She didn't exactly reflect a feminine charm so it might have taken a moment, or at least a little less distance between them. However, the same could be said for the body of Zirconia. She didn't exactly look like a cat but when Svartalfheim got close it wasn't the anklets or bangles that caught her attention but instead the cat ears and cat tail that were attached to her.
Cosplay? It wasn't exactly uncommon around these parts. However, the power signature said made her rethink that assumption.
"Good evening." Her voice was low, and her defenses were guarded. Order power signature or not, Svartalfheim needed to play the field appropriately in dangerous territory.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 11:35 pm
"Oh! You're a lady," Zia considered this an honest mistake, considering the gender ratio of knights she logged, she would only hope the page in front of her wouldn't be offended.
"Hi! What's your wonder?" She asked, totally not on guard and running to close some distance between them. "Ah-! Ah, let me guess, before I even look at the symbol. Purple... ruffles... Saturn?"
She powered down into her civilian form, realizing that an energy flare was probably not a polite thing to do when in the presence of an inexperienced baby page who would probably have trouble with a youma, much less any higher ranked officers that came to investigate.
"Say cheese!" She warned before snapping a picture, as usual.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 12:40 am
Svartalfheim didn't even seem to flinch at the comment regarding her gender. She wasn't much of a lady though. She didn't wear dresses and she definitely didn't cross her legs when she sat. She simply shrugged as if to brush it off and give Zia some sort of reassurance that she wasn't offended.
"You're a little enthusiastic," she said in a doubtful tone. "Perhaps a little too—"
Say cheese! cut her off and with a definite reflex Svartalfheim turned her body so her face wouldn't be in the shot.
"What are you? The Paparazzi?" She didn't sound impressed. Period.
"Delete it." She said with a smile while her hands crossed over her unprominent chest to display her real emotion.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 3:45 pm
"No, see," Zia let out a heave of a sigh, and fished her tablet from her bag, scrolling through the index sheet, each accompanied by a photo icon. "It's part of the index. It's official guardian cat business, I promise."
She powered back up, briefly, to her cat ears and dress. "See? Cat," And then back down. "So what's your name? And your weapon? Have you been to your wonder yet?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 4:30 pm
"I don't care if it is official dog business, you should ask people before you take their picture."
It was the appearance and disappearance of the cat ears and tail that unnerved the page. As a page and not a senshi, she never had the need for a guardian cat to awaken her. To make things worse, Zia was far from the average guardian cat. She was a human, not a Mauvian, and she simply played cat when it was convenient for her. It definitely wasn't what Svartalfheim was interested in, especially if her data was going to be used in there.
"You see, I might be willing to answer those questions if I didn't know you were going to compile it all into that index sheet with my photo. I don't really want to be part of an index with my photo and information in it regardless of who may be a cat or not."
Of course, Svartalfheim didn't even have an answer for all of the questions. She had never been to her Wonder and she didn't even know it existed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 6:26 am
"Hey!" Well that mean. Dog had such negative connotations to it. Even if Zia was a dog person.
She groaned and sighed and rolled her head around her shoulders dramatically. "No, you don't understand. This is my grand project. Connecting all of the knights and their similarities and categorizations across your wide range of sworn objects and magic types. I have been working on this for years. Pleeeeeease?"
She wasn't above begging for cooperation. Not even a little.
"I could hook you up with other Saturn knights! Like Pompeii or Niflhel!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:50 am
Svartalfheim didn't really seem unhappy with a smile on her face but her eyes were narrowed a bit with a definite unimpressed look. The girl might have put a lot of time and energy into it, and she was nice enough to want to help but at the same time she had things to protect here and putting her image out there in the public domain was something she wanted to avoid. Glamour or not, similarities and speculation was something she'd like to avoid. So while some things may have had their allure but Svartalfheim still didn't want to give in to that aspect.
"I may be nice enough to cooperate if you delete that photo right now."
She was not bargaining on that aspect.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 6:18 pm
"But I need it! How else am I supposed to remember your pretty face if you die or corrupt or become otherwise mauled beyond recognition?" Zia begged over dramatically.
"Besides, it's how I track uniform styles, I am a terrible artist."
She made a small whimper as she cling to her phone and looked around, trying to figure out some way to let this woman keep her index information.
"I can show you something cool. Bet I could get you to blast off into space."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 6:24 pm
Upon hearing Zia's dramatic plea, Svartalfheim couldn't help but laugh out loud, smiling like a fool as she said, "If I am mauled beyond recognition then what makes you think my face will be of any help determining my identity?" Truly, it was a legitimate question. How was her face going to determine who she was if it was mauled beyond recognition! She had to give this girl credit though, she was really trying hard to make her case.
"Space, huh?" Who wouldn't be intrigued by such a vague and unusual proposition. "Let me see the picture you took before I make any deals."
If she had managed to turn around in time and her face wasn't showing then she might be willing to bargain.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 6:27 pm
"It wouldn't determine your identity but it will be a lovely souvenir to remember you by after this lovely evening we're spending together," Zia said with half flirtatious smile and a wink.
"Nope. There's not point in betting if everything's a sure thing. I haven't even seen it yet," She said, fingers holding tightly to her phone as if it could be snatched away at any second.
"Space, the impossible vastness. Come on, it's a good bet. I like gambling."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 6:36 pm
"Look, I don't mean to offend you but I'm not interested in you like that," she said defensively, holding her hands up. Sure, Zia's purple hair was quite fetching and if she was a man she'd probably consider it but she was not into p***y (in more than one way). The guys liked to joke that she was since she didn't seem to show any interest in any of them but she simply didn't want to mix her job with her personal life.
"I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression but I am definitely not gambling on what's happening up there if we went."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 6:44 pm
"Hedgraphble, whoa, no, I was just playing, chill out," Zia said, holding up up her phone and scrolling through the gallery to show off one of the many random photos of her and Pascal kept on it. She was always taking picture of everyone else, of course she was taking pictures of him. Especially him and her smooshed together in the frame.
This particular one was taken at the gym she was constantly following him around in.
"I have a boyfriend, see? I'm good. I'm not into younger women anyway. But there's still plenty to do in outer space! Are you game or not?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 6:53 pm
Her comment on top of the picture of the young man in the frame with her made the page of Saturn jump back with a bit of a horrified look on her face. Immediately Svartalfheim began objecting to the 'cat' in front of her holding out the phone.
"Wait wait wait, you're into young boys?!" She asked, her voice leading up to a higher pitch as she lectured. "HOW OLD IS HE?"
Then it dawned on her and she felt like the situation suddenly got worse. If Zia was older than her then just how far into the cradle was she robbing this young man? Her eyes looked horrified and her mouth hung open a bit.
"How old are you?" Svartalfheim thought Zia looked younger than her but if she was older than she was at least 34, more likely 35 since her birthday was coming up soon. That alone just made her stomach churn, her thoughts not even considering space for the moment. Did she have a ***** right in front of her? She was suppose to be investigating the terrorism not actual crime!
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 7:00 pm
"He's eighteen!" Zia squawked, feeling like this lady was changing the subject an awful lot.
"Oh... uh... Well. Let's see. I think roughly... eighty? Mauvians have very slow lifespans." She shrugged. "But biologically? Twenty-one. And this body in particular was born twenty-five years ago this December."
Age was so complicated, ugh.
"Anyway. Space. Come on, lady, focus."
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