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 Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 10:21 pm
********* hadn't followed her immediately after Psyche left the scene and that was very disappointing to the senshi of breath. Not only was she seperated from her beloved guardian cat but she also had to trek home with the deadweight otherwise known as Ellie Spectre alone. She wasn't allowed to stick around because someone might have found out who Iris was underneath that glamour. She understood, she knew her duty and purpose there, but it still sucked!
Psyche yelled out in frustration.
"BORED!"
And lonely.
********* was loving Taco King right now and not her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 6:19 pm
********* was indeed loving Taco King right now. It was hoarded up against her chest as she trotted forward, her collar jingling all the way.
However, the Mauvian seemed a bit too content with her stash, forgetting about certain important facts briefly. Such as the fact she was a cat-earred girl who was leaking WAY TOO MUCH energy for anybody's good. So where as Iris might have been safe in Psyche's arms, if she stayed in this form for too long, there might be more danger coming their way.
She stuffed a few tortilla chips in her mouth before finally trotting up to Psyche's side, glancing over to the cloaked Ellie in her arms.
"...how is she doing?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 6:39 pm
The power signature that came up trotting beside Psyche was strong, and when Psyche turned to meet the signature her expression was a defensive one and so was her pose. She was holding Ellie protectively with her hand actively pulling down the cape that covered her face to make sure it stayed that way. She wasn't ready to attack but it was ready to defend and when she seen that it was *********, her posture relaxed a bit.
"*********!" She said with a tone that was more accusatory than loving. It seemed at least one person here didn't appreciate the power signature she was leaking all over the place when she was playing bodyguard. She patted the top of Ellie's head softly like she might *********, her eyes looking down upon her covered friend before peeking up at ********* again.
"Lots sleep."
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 7:01 pm
********* head tilted to the side as she caught the expression upon Psyche's face when she turned to greet the Mauvian.
Why would she be... OHHHHHH!!!!
********* glanced down to herself and realized what was the problem.
"Yes, she likes lots of sleep after this sort of thing!" With a giggle, the silvery haired cat-girl plucked her hat off. Clearly she wasn't going to be getting rid of her stash of junk food, which meant she still needed hands to carry it back to Ellie's place.
Juggling the Taco King bag and the hat in her arms, she reached into the hat and pulled out a rather simplistic looking mask.
"...maybe this should help... I think!" Placing her hat back on her head with a bit of juggling, she then pressed the mask over her nose.
There was no real henshin phrase to shout, but the Mauvian couldn't just say nothing as the mask seemed to react to its spot upon her face. So she called out one word: "ACTIVATE!"
With a bright light, her outfit seemed to suddenly change, ribbons seeming to sprout in places, buttons seeming to shift form, and bells popping out of nowhere. When the light faded, it almost looked as if there was a cat-earred senshi in ********* place.
"...does that help?" she asked with wide curious kitten-eyes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 7:22 pm
Psyche was staring at the Taco King bag while ********* spoke about Ellie's sleeping habits, affirming what Psyche had said earlier. Why was ********* giggling? Psyche wasn't sure but she found herself shifting Ellie's weight in her arms. Did Rainbowface gain weight? The senshi of breath didn't remember Ellie being so heavy the last time she carried her home. Of course, last time she hadn't had to do it alone nor as far.
Staring at ********* bag as she shuffled her arms around to reach her hat, Psyche wasn't sure what ********* was going to do. She thought she was going to help her carry Ellie at first, given the way she had shifted the bag around to free up room in her arms, but that wasn't the case at all. No, instead ********* had decided to help Psyche drop Ellie onto the ground.
Seeing ********* change her appearance and power signature into something more akin to that of a sailor senshi was such a shock to the senshi of breath that she had thrown her arms into the air, effectively throwing Ellie onto the ground with a nice thud. Momentarily forgetting Ellie's existence on the ground, Psyche's grey eyes stared at ********* with disbelief.
"*********?!" She definitely wasn't quiet about it.
"NO."
Psyche denied this. ********* was a kitty. ********* was sometimes a kitty girl. ********* was not a senshi!
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 7:50 pm
"Well... there goes Ellie..." was the rather blunt observation from the odd cat-earred senshi. Sure, it was probably surprising to see the Mauvian turn into something resembling a senshi, but she didn't think it warranted dropping a certain team captain to the ground.
Did this mean ********* was going to rush to Ellie's rescue and pick her up?
Not so much.
Instead, the odd senshi reached into the Taco King bag and pulled out another tortilla chip to chew on. Once she was munching and crunching, she gestured to her outfit.
"This is new... I still don't know everything about this... but... less energy, right?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 7:57 pm
Maybe Ellie shouldn't sleep so much and then she wouldn't have had to get dropped. This was clearly not Psyche's fault! Her grey eyes looked remorseless as she looked upon the fallen Captain and slowly she scooped her back up into her arms with a grunt. It was so much effort, was ********* feeding Ellie food while she slept? Well, at least now... Psyche had an idea.
With the power signature that of a normal senshi like herself and not a crazy human cat, Psyche smiled knowingly at ********* as she nodded her head to her question.
"********* help," she said, holding an arm out to the cat.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 8:40 pm
********* lips puckered a bit before she carefully attempted to lodge the take out bag under her armpit.
Warm greasy armpit, ahhoy!
Now that she had two hands, she moved to assist the senshi of breath. "Sure thing!" She said with a giggle.
It was different, but it was kind of nice being able to help out like this!
With that, the two continued to tote the unconscious (and possibly bruised) Ellie Spectre back to the Spectre household. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?
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