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 Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 1:00 am
Deneb was not a fan of patrolling, especially not these days, when the weather was colder (try 'freezing'), and there was snow everywhere- short skirts and low-cut bodices didn't make for winter wear- but today, she was reluctantly having to make do. Despite numerous attempts to keep her out, Etoile, the little cat who had wormed its way into Ilse's life, had wormed her way into Ilse's house once more. Although normally Ilse would simply toss the cat out, as she usually did, fate did not work in her favor today; with her extended family over for the holidays, Ilse's younger cousins had spotted the little cat and promptly abducted Etoile to shower in affection... not that Etoile minded. Still, that meant that Etoile was in the house, which just wouldn't do, and thus, to get away from hearing about how cute and adorable the hooded cat was ('Cute'? Hah! More like 'Shameless Glutton'), she had powered up and taken to the streets, intending to go around the block before returning to see if the cat was gone. Even Etoile couldn't keep Deneb out in the cold weather, after all, no matter how much that cat tried telling her she needed to 'get out more' (she got out plenty enough, thank you very much- just during the day.). Honestly- who died and made a talking cat the boss of her? Heaving an exaggerated sigh, Deneb began on her path, hoping for an uneventful night as always. Being the senshi of bubbles was a pretty stupid occupation, in her opinion, and thus she didn't particularly fancy fighting any youma unless there was someone who needed rescuing (and there were witnesses to see how 'heroic' she was being).
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 10:33 pm
It wouldn't be long before she'd feel the prickle of order energy against her senses -- not just order, but moderately powerful order, Sisyphus in his fresh new uniform with his hat pulled down to block the chill of the wind and wishing, somewhat desperately, that the universe had seen fit to give him pants that went properly to the ankle, instead of just mid-calf. He, too, was freezing, but exercise would help some. A lot of exercise, because they were doing laps. For twenty minutes, he'd been working his way around the same block at a light jog, breath steaming in the air in front of him. It was late enough that, in this area, most people were inside, the chances of running into unsavory types too strong to risk the night. It meant that no one would witness his appropriately futile circling, nor the cat who followed at his heels, barking commands at him like a drill sergeant.
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 4:58 am
The order signatures gave Deneb pause as she first sensed them- she didn't encounter a great deal of Order-aligned at night, unless it was the occasional page or lowbie senshi that needed bailing out- usually it was the pages more than senshi. What truly gave her pause, though, was when she came across the pair, and Deneb immediately balked at the sight she saw. Under any other circumstances, Sisyphus running laps around the block would have simply earned a laugh or two at his expense, depending on how bored enough she was to stick around. This was different, however, and Deneb actually stopped to stare, especially once she noticed that there was a cat calling the shots. What. The. Actual. ******** are you doing?" she finally demanded, once she came to her senses.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 5:54 pm
At the question, Sisyphus slid to a halt -- only panting a bit, to his credit, he was in much better shape than he'd been a year ago. Laoise, in contrast, did not; she kept up her lope for four or five more steps before turning to face the pair of them, a grumpy expression on her face, eyes narrowing. Deneb was on the s**t list, now, apparently. "Laps not naps!" Her voice was barking, sharp, and she came back slowly, tail thrashing dangerously. "If you want to chat, fall in step, we have eight more circles to do." Sisyphus blinked and then looked apologetically to Deneb, gesturing to the cat. "She makes trouble if I don't...uh. Can you...?" And then he was in motion again, gesturing for her to come along.
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