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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:14 am
"I've had it with these ********' youma in this ********' town!"
A black fluff of a cat shot down the embankment, careening precariously on his fast track to freedom. A creature of curiously canine proportions pursued the feline relentlessly - through thorny bushes, beneath cars, and beyond gang members it bore down on its prey and awaited the lunch that came of its efforts. Faust even tried playing in traffic, and found his pursuer much to agile to splatter at the unyielding force of a car. So further through the streets they went, streaking beneath fences and rounding tight alleyway corners until the feline realized that he was running on empty for energy reserves.
In a last effort, Faust dashed into a wildlife preservation located centrally in the city. He knew the stretch wasn't long, consisting of two city blocks at most, but the dense foliage within gave him a chance at losing his assailant. But even through the briers and brush, the dog-youma trampled its way toward the guardian cat.
Finally Faust opted for the inevitable - the feline darted up the base of a tree, scrabbled as far as his claws could carry him, and nestled himself in a crook between two boughs. There he waited as the youma roared and scratched at the trunk ineffectually. "Sheeit," he huffed to himself. "Calm yo' b***h a** down! The hell these youma gotta be after my a** for..." Faust settled into concentration mode while the canine continued its bellowing, and searched the user interface of his cat communicator for some method of sending an SOS. Unfortunately, Faust needed to rely on icons to determine the purpose of each program, and several of those icons were ambiguous enough that Faust had no idea of their use. Finally he took to pressing any program he could find, and only toward the end of the methodical approach did he find any program akin to an SOS.
"This better work, or I'mma tell Ash that her s**t's all jacked up..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 2:31 pm
The last thing Chariklo had expected as she'd reluctantly gone patrolling was her phone going off and emitting a distress signal. Blinking a little blearily at it as the meaning of the new noise sank in, she finally shook herself into activity and raced for the source of the call.
And after several minutes of enduring wolf whistles from random passersby, she finally skid to a halt with the preservation and saw the large, dog-like youma. Wincing as her memory dredged up a different dog youma, her fingers fluttered against her side as if tracing the scars left. Then, the memory left and she cast about for the nearest rock and chucked it at the monster's snout, aiming for the fangs and crowing in delight as it struck one with a hollow ping.
If she couldn't drink, getting into a fight and rescuing someone else was a decent enough way to pass the time.
"C'mon, y'ugly ********! Try me on for size! I'll break every ******** fang outta your ugly head!"
Grinning nastily, she called up her magic, intending to annoy the youma to death while she dodged and looked for a rock big enough to bash it's brains in.
"Mobbing Call!"Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Mobbing Call Effects - Sailor Chariklo emits a harsh, squawking call accompanied by her target feeling as if they are being buffeted about the head by a large pair of wings. Able to perform twice per battle. The target will not be seriously injured, although feeling somewhat dazed is common. Only able to target one person at a time (within approx. 2ft. radius) and the attack duration is about 10-20 seconds. Should target run, the attack will follow them for about 2 seconds.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 1:25 am
Faust knew that voice.
He knew that voice like he knew Thraen's bullshit antics in the morning. Immediately he remembered the surreal times spent at Orah's medical tent, where the boisterous and charming Dark Mirror princess threw her weight around in her typical humor. Sheeit, I'd know that voice from anywhere. The hell she doin' out here? She ain't talkin' bout my sweet a**, is she? The Mauvian peered through the leaves and searched for Chariklo's familiar princess or eternal attire, and found neither - he hadn't even located a signature matching the Dark Mirror.
What he did find was a White Moon eternal bearing an uncanny resemblance to his main brawling buddy from times not yet transpired. The magic call cinched his recognition - what he saw was indeed Chariklo, and she made the transition from Chaos to Order. Immediately Faust wanted to take a flying leap at her face and hug it for all he's worth, but the yelping and howling from the youma below gave him perspective. Doing so wasn't going to help either of them.
The dog youma yelped and stammered, reared up on its hind legs, and swatted blindly at the wings that battered it senseless. Small wafts of dust came with every attack, and despite the dog youma's incessant turning in circles, it found no relief. However, it backed away from the base of the tree far enough for the cat to descend.
"Yo!" Faust called from the tree. "Yo, Chari! I'mma blast this b***h with my laser, then you break its head in! Sound like a plan?" He hardly waited for confirmation before rocketing back down to the base of the tree, splaying his legs wide for balance, and drawing energy into the brilliant golden star adorning his forehead. "Jus' gotta gimme five seconds, babe! I got this!"
And once the beam discharged, it struck the youma in the butt, eliciting another yelp before the creature found it impossible to move.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 2:48 am
"Faust?"
The sheer shock of hearing his voice froze her in place for a moment, hand hovering over a fallen branch that doubled handily as a club. Trembling slightly, she fought off the wave of memories that threatened to swamp her. The last time she'd seen Faust, he'd been dead. Just a small, furry lump in the middle of a slaughtering field. And with the visions came the realization that this would be the first time meeting the s**t-talking cat in this timeline.
It was almost too much to think about. Particularly when her brain was still filled with alcohol.
It took the sight of Faust dropping from the tree and doing his laser thing to snap her out of her daze. Curling her fingers around the branch, she swung it up and charging forward, brought it around and smashed it against the side of the youma's head. The satisfying crack of wood meeting bone made the tall senshi grin as she took advantage of the youma's inability to move to being the branch up again and again, battering it against every vulnerable inch of it's body she could find.
Once she was sure this thing was dead, Faust was getting hugged so ******** hard. And possibly shaken for getting himself cornered by a monster.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 12:10 pm
Faust wilted into a boneless pile to recharge, and his companion picked up what he was putting down like clockwork. She might've lurched and swayed a bit, but Faust didn't complain. The youma did, however, as it barked and yelped and howled while it tried to regain mobility. The Seagull and the Branch laid waist to it before movement returned; with a meek whimper the youma burst into a small puff of soot. Some cling to the branch, some stained the ground, some brushed over Chariklo's boots before the wind started its cleaning rounds.
Faust would've started toward his savior for a grateful brush against her leg, but he felt rather liquid at the moment and the ground felt pretty firm and warm and he couldn't think of a reason that he wanted to expend that much energy. Youma dust wafted his way and he sneezed.
Yeah, definitely not going near her.
"The hell happened to you, Princess?" Faust started. "Sheeit, you're all in white an' feelin' right! Who'da thought that s**t could happen?" And apart from the bleariness to her eyes and their reddened puffy seats, she looked gorgeous for it. She kept the b***h Boots that Faust lamented (because half the reason he despised chaos was that his fur never showed up on their uniforms), but she gained a short dress that looked white and inviting.
"Yo, pick me up. I wanna see that s**t up close."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 2:49 pm
Panting slightly as the youma turned to dust and faded away, Chariklo let her improvised club fall from numb fingers as she staggered over to where Faust lay. For a moment, she just stared at him, half convinced that this was some kind of joke the universe was playing on her.
Still, even as he started talking, she couldn't help the faint smile that flickered across her face.
"Still slingin' orders like they're goin' out of style, fuzzbutt?" she muttered as she knelt down and happily scooped the cat up into her arms, hugging as tightly as she could without squashing him. "You're alive. You're really alive. I'm so glad..."
She couldn't help the tiny choked sob as tears gathered in her eyes. The cat who'd been friend and argument partner in the dark future was alive and letting her do what she'd always longed to do in her visions. Snuggle the ever-loving s**t out of his fluffy self.
"A lady named Zirconia is what happened to me, cat. Now, you wanna explain why a youma had you treed?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 10:26 am
Faust snuffed at her when she teased him over orders. "Sheeit, you know the White Moon's gonna fall apart if I stop handin' out orders. These damn fool kids don't know how to direct their own asses to the toilet." He gave a perfunctory tail twitch. "Gotta beat all their asses into shape myself..."
But Faust's grumbles tapered into groaned huffs while Chariklo's hug squeezed the breath out of him. Furry feet extended outward and wriggled in the air, hoping for purchase. Sadly, they found none. "Dayum, woman! Let up on the chest! You could bust an agent's goddamn lungs doin' that!" Another huff ensued, and afterward he finally caught a glimpse of the naked emotion in Chariklo's face. He remembered the strange dreams, certainly, and so did she - Faust and Thraen long ago established that these dreams bore a common thread between parties. But to see her so deeply affected by their meeting... Faust was starting to think that there was more to these dreams than he originally thought.
"Yo, I know I'm soft as ********, but I still need to breathe!" Luckily her grip let up marginally. Faust clambered against her ample rack until he found a suitable position for conversation (effectively, he loafed on top of her boob shelf).
"Yeah, uh, 'bout that youma... There was more like six of 'em, and I took care of five, but I kinda ran outta steam toward the end. Damn fools never know when to quit. I pity 'em." And that was all Faust wanted to say about it.
"You get the weird dreams s**t too? I thought you were a damn princess, workin' with Ida in her medical tent. You n' your squad jus' went out in the city for supplies when Ida needed 'em. You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 3:43 pm
Reluctantly letting go, Chariklo couldn't help the snort of amusement as Faust made himself comfortable. And she managed to keep her look of skepticism at his claims of defeating five youma on his own on the down low. What did she know about cats after all? Maybe he really had dusted five on his own.
"Just so long as you're safe," she murmured and reached up to scritch behind his ears. Then, in an even softer voice, "I get them all the time. Sleeping, awake, it doesn't matter. They're always hanging 'round in the back of my mind."
In her current mental state, she had to admit that she wasn't entirely sure at what Faust was getting at. But he seemed to remember things to. Hopefully, none of his memories were as horror tinged as hers.
"Well, no chance of the Mirror picking me for Pretty Princess times now," she managed a chuckle. "'spose I'll be lucky to not end up branded as a traitor and hunted down. Mintaka's little fit was bad enough. I'd rather not repeat a similar experience."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 8:34 am
Faust squinted his yellow eyes shut at the scratches, happy to receive them. He leaned into her hand as most cats were wont to do, and why shouldn't he? Pleasure was desirable whether Mauvian or feline.
"Man, those dreams were phony as s**t. I ain't no namby pamby cat. No way in hell I'd lose to some corrupted b***h. Oh, so get this. I dream this Nega b***h got me, right? I found her after that s**t happened. Told her I'd pee in her shoes if she ever tried that s**t on me. And know what? She was transcended. Had these marks all over her like she was some kinda Christmas tree. Looked sunburnt to all hell. But she can't get corrupted now. Jus' like how you can't be no Mirror Princess." Which meant, to the Mauvian's simple mind, that those dreams could not occur in this reality.
Faust scoffed at the mention of branding. "Sheeit, the Dark Mirror ain't got nothin' on the White Moon. We protect our own. They ain't gonna do s**t to you, Chari. Thraen's got this thing called Blackwatch goin' down, and they can set you up if you ever get in trouble. Plus, you can call me an' I'll show up outta nowhere to kick some a**. Thraen might, too. An' everyone else I know. Trust me, I gotta posse." Faust puffed his chest out proudly.
"So what'chu do now? Where's your new digs, new name n' s**t? Gimme the deets."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 9:12 am
"I don't think they were phony so much as a warning," Chariklo said drily. "And even the strongest can be taken down with one well place hit, O Fuzziest of Butts."
She tapped a fingertip gently against the Mauvian's nose before resuming stroking his back and ears. She had her own doubts as to how effective the White Moon could be, but kept silent on that point. No sense in antagonizing Faust, after all. Instead, she allowed herself a slight smile at the cat's assurances.
"I'll be sure to remember that. Pity we aren't all as well connected as you," she murmured before her throat snapped shut from still-raw grief at his rush of questions. Still, there was no sense in giving up her hard won control over her emotions and getting his fur all soggy. Thus, affecting a light tone that sounded brittle, even to her ears, she said, "Well, what I do now is drink and look for fights. I'm single now, you know. Avacyn left. New place isn't all that far from here. It's that big house on Simmons. I got the backyard fenced up real nice now so the dog can't escape. Name's Bindhi now."
Sighing a little and fighting to keep her tone deceptively easy, she shrugged and forced a chuckle.
"Hells, Faust. I have no idea what kind of details would even interest you."
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 3:10 am
"Well ain't you full o' wisdom," Faust sassed back. He dew clawed her boobs.
Faust scrunched his nose and leaned backward when she tapped him, then licked his nose afterward to replenish the moisture. Grunting, he pointed ears toward her and looked up to Chariklo's expressive face. "********?" The Mauvian started, digging claws in as he straightened into a more alert position. "Ain't no way! The hell's wrong with that woman! I'mma pee all over her bras for that s**t! That jus' don't fly!" If he knew where Avacyn lived, he'd do just that; cats were notorious for their ability to squeeze into places thought impenetrable, so if she thought she was safe...
"Yo, we gotta get you a roommate or somethin'. That s**t just ain't healthy. I mean, I won't go complainin' about the lookin' for fights part, but..." The cat frowned, for as much as the feline face allowed it. His stump of a tail twitched defiantly as well. "You need friends n' s**t You met Ida since you went all white on us? Or... Damn, who else was there..." His memory proved unrelentingly finicky with recalling some of the teammates they had in the curious dreams. "What about Penthesilea? She was a crazy b***h in the dreams, but she got her head on straight right now. Likes to fight, too. Or Thraen, he's always down to beat some a**. Some o' the knights are cool, too. Camelot ain't bad. He hangs around the library. We'll find you somethin'." Faust nodded, assuming a self-assigned mission regardless of Chariklo's feedback. He found find her friends whether she wanted them or not.
Faust finally tired of his location and padded his way to her shoulder. "What was the first thing you did when you purified? Didja kick some a** to celebrate? An' whaddaya do for fun? Or what did you do for fun? Ain't more of the same, is it?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 3:46 am
Torn between amusement, alarm and pain as Faust went into alert mode, Chariklo hissed as sharp little meathooks sank into her flesh. Frantically petting his back, she tried to think of some way to calm him down and divert him from plans of revenge.
"People are allowed to break up, cat," she said in a slightly strangled tone. "Please do not hunt my ex-girlfriend down and pee on her clothing. One, that's kinda gross. Two, she wasn't happy. I'm not gonna force someone to stick with me just because it would inconvenience me if they left. She and Amytis both deserve to be happy and I... I wasn't very good at making that happen I guess."
It was safe enough to let a few tears escape at this point. After all, she had a big ol' angry cat clawing her up. The tears were in no way a sign that she was still completely heart-broken. Blinking, she looked alarmed again as Faust started to talk of roommates and friends. She remembered how he'd been in the visions. Self-assured and more than happy to take matters into his own paws.
"Ida found me after it happened," she explained speedily, hoping to distract him. "Even let me crash on her couch for a few days while i got my money and s**t in order and got the house bought. Hver was there too and saw me purify an' I've talked to Babylon since it happened. I have friends, honest!"
Granted, she'd been avoiding all of them, determined to keep whatever was so wrong with her caged up and unable to ruin any more of her relationships with people. She let out a tiny gasp as the claws detracted and Faust moved to her shoulder. She'd seen other cats do similar things, but none of them were quite as big as Faust was. She had a parrot cat now. And with his new line of questioning, she could actually laugh a little.
"Well, considering I let Zirconia do her thing about a week after I got viciously mauled by half the Negaverse and probably hadn't really slept in a couple of days, the first thing I did was collapse. I'm afraid there hasn't been a lot of asskicking other than that youma a few minutes ago."
She let out a truly unladylike snort. "I still have fun. I play with my dog and read and all that s**t. And I still go to clubs. See? Fun. Used to surf and skateboard, but I haven't done that in a while. Been busy, you know?"
She could hear the defensive note in her voice and winced. Okay, so she was doing more drinking than fun things, but since it helped hold her together, what did it matter?
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 8:52 am
"Damn, you n' Thraen would make great friends. Turns out his boyfriend was a Negaverse agent, then he up and died. You ever run into some a*****e named Bischofite before? Good damn riddance. But damn if Blondie didn't get all mopey after that. Took him damn near forever to stop shovin' his face in my fur like I was some damn brainless furbag. Maybe you guys can like, do some talkin' 'bout that s**t." Faust was at a loss; having never been in a serious relationship before, he wasn't certain about the feelings involved or how to address them. If they were still fighting a youma together, he would've taken the helm with glee, but social situations were never his forte.
Faust gave her a heavy side-eye upon her citing friends, and he did not look wholly satisfied with her answer. "... Sure," he conceded at last and looked out toward the forest. "We'll go with that." 'Least she sounds kinda set up. People been doin' her favors.
"Aw hell." Chariklo sounded like a mess. This determination wasn't made due to her failed relationship, or due to her looking a little worse for wear, or due to the seeming aimlessness that settled about her - but for the sole reason that the first a** she's kicked since purifying had been moments ago. What was life without kicking a**? What was powering up without trying to fight the power? Wait... Faust grunted, blinked, and tried to clear up his recently confusing himself.
"Yo, you should show me how to surf. I mean, think about it. How damn cool would it be to have a badass cat like me on the end o' your surfboard? You'd be the talk of the beach. Well, I would be, but I'll let you have some o' the glory." Faust nodded sagely. The plan was decided in his mind, even if Chariklo didn't agree to it. He would become Lord Ouija of the Sea, and add to his imperious titles at the cat cafe. Even if it involved getting wet.
Faust sniffed at the scouter attached to her eye. He didn't know what it was, but he could make a few guesses. He started to chew on the plastic feather attachments while he thought about how best to address the dreams they apparently shared.
"So, gotta ask. You got any idea what the point was behind those damn dreams? I gotta say havin' you around was a blast, but hell if I'm so sure about what they were for." Thraen, at least, would appreciate having someone else's input on the matter.
If he still thought about it.DaisyMilk sorry i missed this! i do check notices on my phone and don't necessarily remember to save them at a later date; if it's been more than five days and i haven't tagged, please give me a poke if you're up to it~
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 9:19 am
For a moment, Chariklo felt sorry for this Thraen guy. Imagine dating an enemy and not knowing. Really it was very sad... And then the name of the dead agent came out and it was all she could do to not rear back in alarm and send the cat flying. Except... Faust said Bischfite was dead. Dead was good. She liked dead.
"You're sure he's dead? Really sure? Any chance you know where the ******** is buried? I have a dance floor to go build and a spiteful jig to perform."
It was a little harder to sympathize with Faust being used as a security blanket, though she managed a couple of 'there, there' pats as she sat and let the fact that the boogeyman was dead gleefully sink in. And iin doing so, missed the side eye.
She was brought out of her musings by the idea of Faust perched on the end of a surfboard and, for a moment, wanted to do nothing more than laugh helplessly at the mental image.
"You'd end up soaked and it'd take a while to dry you out, but sure. Why not? I don't really need the glory, so you can have it all if you can hold on and not wipe out. Leave claw gouges in my board though, and we'll be having words, furball."
She batted good-naturedly at him as she felt him investigating her scouter. She doubted he could do lasting damage to the thing, but still. Scouters were not kitty chew toys. And trying to defend the thing let her mull over his questions.
"I've been wondering if they weren't some kind of warning," she said softly. "You know, like Scrooge and the three ghosts. Maybe enough has been changed here that what we remember won't happen now. But it's not really something I'm willing to bet on."
She sighed and rest in chin in her hands for a moment.
"Watched a lot of Doctor Who with Ava before we split. I pretty much came away with the idea that time is fluid and things are constantly changing. Though it wasn't always changed in ways that made things better. I just don't know."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 2:57 am
"Damn straight he dead. I watched him die. Was hella weird, too - Thraen, uh, civilian-mode Thraen was holdin' onto him and tryna stop the bleeding, then he jus' kinda... Became a regular person again and all the youma parts turned into ash. There was blood and ash everywhere. Blondie ain't gettin' his deposit back on that one.
"An' he's buried on Thraen. The planet. Like, you'll have to go through Thraen if you wanna go piss on his grave." Faust found it disappointing, for he assumed that many a knight or senshi wanted him dead, and now none had access to a little retribution. Really Thraen could've used it as an attraction to sucker people into the whole archaeology shtick with him. But no, the blonde failed to think that far ahead. Faust was disappointed.
Faust stopped attempting to chew the scouter and scrunched his face when he recoiled from her hand. "The hell's Scrooge? Some kinda senshi I don't know about?" Faust would have to hunt a b*****d down. "I get the whole warning thing. I dunno. It's hella out there. Like who in the ******** spiked my cat food an' gave me weird dreams that everyone sat through? But I'm pretty damn sure now that a lot of kiddos fixed their stories so they can't end that way. You, Penthesilea, an' Bischofite ain't gonna be like you were in that weird dream. Hell, maybe you'll be the next White Moon princess. Don't need no mirror for that."
Faust only blinked dumbly at her when she went on about time and flux and other universal forces that the feline didn't understand. "What." He stated deadpan. A couple blinks and the cat operated as if she hadn't said a damn thing.
"So when you gonna teach me to surf?"DaisyMilk sorry chari, faust is not the brightest kitty
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