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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:12 am
"Dana!" Quilla Fisher called out, before barreling down the hallway in a pointy assembly of knees and elbows and backpack that didn't seem to care much who was in their way, as long as they weren't Dana. "Dana!" She skidded to a halt near the Softmore, and pointed accusing. "Dana." She added, slightly out of breath, but catching up. "Dana, How do I figure out what my coming of age thing is?" She demanded, in a conspiratorial hiss, evidently certain that the older girl would know for sure. "This doofy little gray cat said I have to do one to stop being a chibi but I turned 14, and I had my party and whoodydoo and nothing. happened, and I am tired of being called adorable. I'm fourteen." That was practically an adult. Practically. In a few years. "Seriously, do I have to go to my planet or whatever?" She demanded, impatiently. "Pet a wolf or something? Help me out here."
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 11:12 pm
Dana stopped in her tracks and glanced over her shoulder before she was suddenly faced with Quila pointing at her, at which point the tall, indigo haired girl took on a deer in the headlights look.
"I... uh..." She stammered as she tried to get her bearings and adjusted the shoulder strap on her bag.
"Coming of age thing?" But Quila explained soon enough."Wait, there's something you have to do?!" Dana shouted, probably a little too loudly. "No one told me and I have been complaining for a ******** year now!"
Dana Caffrey, aka Sailor Chibi Columba. A chibi at fifteen. It was almost ******** balls, man, how is that fair?!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:41 am
"Apparently! Some snoofy little cat called Ash... she had like this little google glass thing going on..." She gestured to try and imitate the shape of the Visor in the air. "She saw me out one night and started on about it, and she said I was adorable." Syrma snarled the last word between gritted teeth. Calling Syrma adorable was still something akin to looking into a propane tank with a match. You couldn't say for sure the rate at which it would explode or the size of the explosion without knowing what the contents at the time had been, but it was a pretty good guess that it would, in fact, explode. "I thought for sure you'd know something about it." She noted, surprised. Dana HAD in fact been a Senshi first after all...and she might have deluded herself a little into thinking that the 'kick a** older girl' who had decriminalized the existence of nail polish (Quilla was wearing an electric combination of green and black which did her complexion no favors.), might have in fact been waiting for her, Syrma, to figure it out. Coming of age buddies. It had sounded really awesome in her head.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 11:04 am
Dana crinkled her nose at the description. She too, had suffered the obnoxiousness of the other magical inhabitants of Destiny City and their commentary. Adorable. Cute. Innocent. Tiny Senshi.
God damn it, her aura might have been tiny, but she was a solid 5'8. She was taller than some negas she had seen. Sure she was long and gangly and didn't have much in the way of curves or anything, but she was not tiny. She was fifteen. In three months she could get a learner's permit. She was a bad a** who wasn't afraid of the forces of evil. She smoked!
Well not really but she did side eye one of Matthew's cigarettes once out of curiosity and thought about it.
"No way, man, the way someone told me about it, it was jus' apposed to happen when I powered up but then, boom, turned fourteen and nothing. Letutia didn't either. And then fifteen. Nothing! And all this time there's bena thing?!"
Dana felt betrayed, dude. Of course, part of her lack of information and guidance probably came from the fact that the only guardian cat that had offered her any was apparently her sister's, and her sister was a b***h who took her henshin pen away the last time she caught her.
Already her brain was swarming with ideas and schemes as she set her jaw and glanced to the side with a small growl of annoyance.
"Cat doof give ya any clues?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:40 pm
"Ugh, I'm trying to remember, she got all prissy when I pointed out I wasn't a friggin' baby. I've been trying to wring it out of Ballard but he's mad at me because I told him I wouldn't try and buy him ghost peppers. Or mix them with wasabi. Or try and make it into ice cream 'for a laugh'." She added quote marks around the last bit. "...Basicly he's still being a creepy little four legged useless house elf and he doesn't even pick up or anything." I threatened to start calling him Dobby but that didn't do anything. Maybe you can help me wring stuff out of him? I think maybe it's something about going to your planet but I'm not sure I trust it to be that simple after this doopy trick. What a friggin scam."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 5:49 pm
Dana had a lot of resentment stacked and built up in her wiry little frame and upon hearing this apparent big secret that it felt like the cats en masse had been keeping from her (And her sister too! Even Irene.) her eyes narrowed and lips pursed as she thought of nothing more than revenge.
"We could dunk the little creep in aftershave."
But they needed more than petty animal cruelty. They needed an actual clue on what the ******** this stupid task even was.
"You ever been? To your homeworld, I mean. I've only been to mine once and it was pretty pointless."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 7:00 am
"Um, no not yet." She admitted. "I kinda keep worrying my mom's going to pop into my room or something when I'm out and think I broke out or something. Which would be... sort of accurate I guess." Could you get grounded for going off planet? Probably. And she supposed she was to blame for enough of her mother's blood pressure anyway. "Do you think it's worth a go?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 5:40 am
"Iunno I figure you cover like you would for patrol?" Dana suggested. "It might be. When I went with Hypnos to hers she had some really big memories, but when I went to mine nothing happened."
She rolled on her sneaker heels in thought. "Could try again. There's nothing on my homeworld, though. Just a bunch of empty buildings, but I guess if we want answers about how stuff used to work..."
She unclipped the cap from a mini pink sharpie on her key chain and put it back. And unclipped again. "Unless you want to try torturing your house elf for answers."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 11:07 am
"Hm, might be worth a shot." It was, at least, until her mother decided to actually check in, though they'd been pretty lucky so far. "Did you ask her if she always gets big memories? I haven't asked Ballard but I'm not sure he'd know since I guess they can't get back to Mau or something. ...I'm not sure how to torture the little b*****d. He draws on himself with that stinky Henna crap all the time as it is....and you've -seen- what he wears. Unless you have something that would make him not taste hot stuff for a week I think we're out of luck..." She sighed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 8:00 pm
"Say you're sleeping over at my house!" Dana suggested. She was incredibly pleased that she wasn't being forced to board at St. Mags. Even better since Evie had moved out to her own stupid apartment to do her own stupid Evie things and not interfere with Dana's glorious senshi purpose.
"She might have a conniption because it's a week night. But Dad has service Wednesday nights. And Saturday morning. And Sunday morning. So those nights he won't bother us but he'll pretend he actually pays attention."
She let her sharpie hand on the key ring it was attached to and rolled on her sneakers.
"It's not like I jus' came right out and asked her, but she seemed pretty surprised and rattled. She wasn't expecting it, it just sort of happened."
She gnawed her lower lip in mischievous thought as she pondered something to leverage against the cat.
Plotting.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 5:29 pm
"Well... we'll uh.. Tell her it's a Study Party. History." Syrma provided. These things were... in fact... a form of being true. It was just they were studying History that had an entirely different sort of relevance than what George Washington did when, and if he did or did not actually have wooden teeth. "Dude I don't know if that sounds way cool or way creepy."
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