Black Tie, Black Cat
Word Count: 606

Many a day the fluffy feline patrolled the streets, relatively ignored as one of the alley population, in his search for unawakened senshi. He often wondered if this task was so ineffectual that it may as well be discontinued, considering his absolutely scant records of success - only one senshi awakened by this method, and the entirety of the incident was an accident. However, lacking a better means to look for these rare gems among the crowd, and unable to solicit the busy Quenton's input on the matter, Faust continued to venture out daily in his search for more senshi.

Lately, though, he considered reevaluating the state of a 'success' as possibly including a youma dusted, a bird caught, or pets obtained from a passing stranger. This seemed to placate him for a while.

Now he ventured through a particularly prosperous Main Street, where a myriad shops still stood and flourished with the rush of new customers. The black Mauvian sidled up to one of the windows, hopping onto the thick brick ledge to steal a better look at the bustle of activity within.

The hell're they up to? Who the hell dresses in that s**t in the winter time? Maybe they all decided to go die by hypothermia instead of lettin' a youma chow down on their guts... Damn city's gotta be insane by now. The feline huffed as he took a seat. There ain't no way in hell I could get close enough to sense a senshi in that ******** of people. Some random cat walkin' in there to sniff everyone's faces has gotta be outlawed or some s**t. Isn't there like a sign or somethin' saying pets allowed? Leaning back, the Mauvian took a quick look at the advertisements taped to the window, but without pictures for a suggestion and no actual literacy, Faust was out of luck.

Until one of the employees clicked on the television behind the counter, blaring out a message delineating the advent of a ball just over the din of intermingling teenagers.

Upon hearing the message, the Mauvian stood abruptly, ears pricked and stumpy tail as straight as he could manage in full alert mode. A ********' ball? No goddamn way! That s**t's gold for findin' people! I just need an excuse to get in there... And a black tie to get in, whatever that is. Quenton should know. That takes care of the weird entry requirement, but I still gotta figure out a way to get in there and not look just goddamn weird... Who the hell invites a cat to a ball anyway? I heard of them seeing eye cats, or service cats or whatever the ******** they're called, but that seems so damn farfetched...

A second idea struck him immediately, and Faust started to wonder if a certain blonde spiked his morning mulch of baby chicks. Sheeit, Quenton could take me. Dude has some unhealthy obsession with cats anyway. No one's gonna second guess that freakshow if he brings in a cat. And I'm sure he'll go along with it if he knows that I'm there to find more senshi before the Negaverse gets to 'em...

And besides, I might just find him some new boyfriend that ain't batshit crazy. Not that he needs to know.

Dammit Faust, you're a thinker AND one handsome devil cat. You got this s**t down. Thoroughly impressed with himself now, the Mauvian puffed up his demeanor and quickly descended from the ledge, antsy to return to Quenton's living space to share the news.

Destiny City was about to receive a thorough scoping out by the cleverest Mauvian in town.