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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 3:24 am
However, the end of the youma was not his goal for the evening. He spent the majority of the day patrolling for new senshi to awaken, a laborious task that demanded most of his time, and yet found absolutely none to reward his efforts. He spent most of that time darting through bushes and coffee shops, or laying siege on the numerous theaters and their anti-animal posted notices (he even tried to visit Colin, but tightened security prevented the puff from infiltrating the premises). Plans remained to continue perusing the city for signs of fresh senshi, as their war efforts desperately needed the new blood, but the familiar fetor of the Negaverse greeted him like a wall. Immediately he knew to switch his priorities and run like hell if he wanted to avoid a tangle with a captain.
Quickly the cat burst down the sidewalk, underneath a fence, rounded a trash can and then took off toward the nearest intersection. He passed but a handful of people in the process - a businessman examining his cell phone, two women speaking of matters he didn't care about, an older man with a marked dislike of cats, and one yoga-going girl-
Aw hell, now? The cat thought to himself as he whipped a 180 midair and landed on his feet before her, skidding to a halt. She looked tan, fit, with brown hair and brown eyes - perfect for both blending in and possibly kicking a**.
He hoped the latter qualified.
"Yo!" He started, hoping she would buy his story. He hadn't time to spend convincing her, and the women drew slowly closer - he needed to get his thoughts out before they drew into earshot. "I know this s**t gonna sound hella fishy, but I got one question for you, HotPants - you wanna help a cat kick some terrorist a** or not?" The cat stood poised, puffed, and expectant of rejection. But he had to try, for she held the potential that might stop this captain in his tracks.
And besides, he didn't even care if hot pants wasn't the right term.Viva Viola i hope this will suffice! Noir Songbird i believe ashanite is the opponent for the day?
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 8:35 am
Mercy thought she was hearing something when walking from her yoga class in the middle of the afternoon, but apparently, there was indeed a small little fur ball talking to her about something involving a terrorist? Just what the hell was going on? Did she accidentally get high some how while in that yoga class? Maybe some one was smoking weed and the smoke wafted through? Because how else would that justify a cat that talks extremely...What? Gangster? Pretty sick s**t though. Mercy supposed she could just humor herself then. She went down to a squat, tilting her head. "Hot pants huh? Last time I check kitty, they're called leggings...But since I'm apparently high off of something, why the ******** not? What do I have to do in order to kick this terrorists a**? I'm not sure what I can do other than drive my bag in to their face but it counts for something right?" The young woman looked around, looking for something or some one that would probably have on a ski mask and tote a gun, but she found nothing. Was he invisible or something? And why would a terrorist be chasing a kitten anyway? Was he from the pound? God this has got to be the weirdest trip to have for her first high.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 1:05 am
"Your pants ain't important right now! Look, I don't got a lotta time to explain so jus' trust me!" Faust darted toward the girl's bag when she squatted to his level and rummaged around the contents briefly before producing a gold pen that looked regrettably similar to a feminine care device. "See 'dis?" The cat dropped it to the ground. "You gotta take this b***h, run back behind that building there, make sure no one's around to see it but me, and say..." He paused, then offered her a scrutinizing glare. He looked, effectively, like he was judging her. "Mu Arae Power, Make-Up. Yeah it sounds stupid as s**t but none of us get to decide what you say."
Leaping to his puffy feet, Faust started toward the alley. "Come on, Leggings! We ain't got no time! This a*****e be hunting cats and I ain't about to get my a** skinned!" Nor was he particularly interested in dealing with a Captain at any point in his kitty career, but it was better done with a senshi on his side. She was new, but if she played her cards right, he wouldn't worry about losing her in her first battle.
There was no time to really consider it - the chaos signature grew closer and closer with each second wasted.
"Back here!" He shouted as he ducked behind a dumpster. It was surprisingly one of the less grungy ones from Faust's experiences, lacking the telltale pool of mystery liquid trailing down its sides and pooling at its base. It still stank to high heavens but the cat didn't care - he had bigger problems than issues with the sanitation here. There he waited, and concentrated to preemptively dampen her energy signature as much as possible when she decided to transform. The less the Captain knew about the forces waiting for him, the better.
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