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 Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 4:58 pm
Geese flew south and trees browned and yellowed and dying summer's warmth pressed to Medea's face as she leaned against an oak, studying blue skies through the cracks between its leaves. She sighed. Her shoulders slumped. Why couldn't she dust youma without crying? Chase agent after agent? Last time she gave up the pen--albeit playfully--Thraen threw it at her, found her embarrassing, but now--
A leaf drifted into her hair. She pulled it out, studied the veins. Released. Watched it drift onto the beaten path.
Last time she traveled these trails, it led to Bischofite. She pressed her fingers to her lips. She shook. Not now. No crying. Just relaxation. Just patrol. She once told Buddy she would power down for a while, but now she wondered if she could. This duty seemed such a burden, and if she powered down, it wasn't as though her colleagues her force her into Senshi-dom--as far as she understood, only she had that ability--but now--
--it was a responsibility. Particularly with Chibi Senshi present and Bischofite on the loose.
She groaned and sunk to the earth, crouched into fetal position.and be blue Hey! Let me know if this works. c: <3
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 11:15 am
What were senshi coming to? It seemed, to Laoise, that every time she ran into one of these children these days they were whining, crying, looking at her in wide-eyed horror, were fumbling over the idea of battle. She, at least, remembered another time, a time when children were born with a bit more spice in them, a bit more energy, a bit more will to fight. She stood in the branches Medea, eyes narrowed to slits and one of the last birds fluttering above her, trying to decide if it was wiser to fly away or stay very still and avoid the cat's attention. Lee had, naturally, already seen the creature. It was spared from attacks by a sense of duty. The cat slinked her way from one tree to another with an expert grace, and as she did, Medea would feel the pulse of Order against her senses, something friendly approaching. Relatively friendly. The same side, anyway. Lee landed on the ground in front of her, almost silently, and curled her tail around her feet to just watch. Without saying anything, without human expressions or human eyes, without anything but a c**k of her head and a furrow of her brow, she managed to convey disapproval.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:15 pm
The golden cat bore a star upon its forehead. Was that...one of those magical ones? Medea groaned and leaned forward. "Don't give me that loooook." She covered her face with her hands. "You know it's difficult." Did you have to fight, cat? Nooo. You could sleep and eat brownies and salmon, and Senshi could play with you. You never had to fight! Your life was easy! Thetis...Thetis even baked.
He baked, cat, while Medea fought and almost died all the time.
Resting on the dirt, she curled into a little ball at the base of the tree.
"What do you waaaaant?" A robin sang. "Are you here to tell me to use my powers for good and blah blah blah?" She narrowed her eyes. "Well I know the truth, okay? I know our dead moon queen or whatever turned people into youma." She sighed and dropped her gaze. "And I'm not sure I like it."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:57 am
For another long moment, Laoise just stared at the girl -- too-still, except for the slow thrash of her tail, unblinking in that disconcerting way that only cats could pull off. Her whiskers shivered and then, slowly, she tipped her head. Eyes narrowed again. "What the hell are you talking about, child?" Thetis was, probably, nice. Thetis probably rolled onto his back and let her pet his belly. Lee was nothing like that; Lee sat, muscles tensed under her fur, all lean muscle and careful movements, with her collection of feather trophies around her neck and her paws carefully together. If Medea tried to scratch behind her ears, she might just lose fingers. "Why is this new generation always crying and sulking?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 5:17 pm
Medea narrowed her eyes. "Muh." She sighed and collapsed against the tree. "Don't you know that once upon a time one of our princesses made Negaverse agents into youma?" She shivered. "I mean, I heard it from an agent, but you know, they would know." Blue skies crisp and clear and segmented by branches. "They could have killed me, but they trusted me with this information instead. So don't pretend like nothing's up, okay?"
She wanted to sink into the earth. Sharing this much with a Guardian Cat felt wrong. Fearing reprimand, she wondered if perhaps it wasn't wise to mention her brushes with the enemy, but it was too late anyway. She shifted uncomfortably against the bark.
"Besides, maybe we wouldn't sulk and cry if guardian cats actually protected us."
She was in a fighting mood. This was...unusual for her, but lately, she questioned Senshi-ness, and she demanded answers.
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 6:38 pm
It probably wasn't wise to fight with Laoise; not with her tail lashing around her feet and her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, green slivers in the gold of her fur. Her paws shifted against the ground, claws dragged against the earth, and while she might have been small, she did still look dangerous. "...why is this new generation so stupid, might be a better question. And incoherent." The fur down her spine was raised, hackles going up in a way that made her look just a bit bigger. Not a good sign. "It's not our job to protect you. It's our job to give you the powers to protect yourself." She stepped in, slowly, stalking in toward Medea. "You have powers, don't you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 7:11 pm
”Hey.” Medea frowned. ”You don’t have to be harsh.” She shrugged. ”I’m just saying that maybe—just maybe—if you looked out for me, I wouldn’t be such a mess.” She noticed the fur, the narrowed eyes, and exhausted with duty, Medea didn’t care. She didn’t care if this cat hated her. Sure, being friends seemed nice, but not today. No, Medea had enough Senshi life for a while, and she wanted to voice her concerns, whether the cat liked it or not. She smirked. ”Well nobody gave me the strength.”
She pressed her hand to the tree. ”Alluring Enchantment!” She pointed at sparrow, pecking the earth nearby. Her hands flashed for an instant and the tree glowed pink as the sparrow stared. It fluttered its wings. It tried to fly away, but instead it circled the tree, unable to look away.
”I mean, it’s nice to make people pay attention to things, but come on.” She frowned. ”Come on.”
To some extent, Medea felt grateful for her magic. It made her special. Yet, it couldn’t protect her. It couldn’t save her from the enemy or her despair. The power duty brought pained her more than it helped.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 6:09 pm
Lee watched dispassionately, settled in place, even her tail gone still now. Her ears flicked, once, only after the magic had faded away, after Medea had been left in silence for a long moment. Then bright eyes flicked back up onto her, and the cat raised her eyebrows -- questioning, serious. "Would you rather be a foot tall?" She stood, as she said it, arching to make the most of her height. Claws stretched out, digging into the ground. "Or powerless? Would you rather be fodder for the forces of Chaos, without a clue that you're being slowly devoured?" Her tailtip twitched. Once. "Would you rather be dead, or watch people die around you?"
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