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 Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 9:54 am
Myles was, more often than not, a mess. It wasn't that he meant to be, just that he was a terrible mixture of bad luck and absentmindedness. He'd been at the flea market today—and it had been a great day. Except for the part where he'd spilled scented oils in the apartment after he'd gotten home, and while he'd spent the greater part of an hour cleaning it up, the smell had finally overwhelmed him. He'd cracked all the windows and written a heartfelt apology for his brother to find, but was out the door as soon as his brother texted him that he was on his way home.
It wasn't that his brother wouldn't understand—on the contrary, Jeremy had become quite aware of Myles' lack of dexterity, but Myles just didn't want to see Jeremy turn as red as his hair. Again. Once this week was enough, thank you.
Besides—he'd made enough money that slipping off for a quick bite to eat seemed totally deserved. Even if he smelled strongly of bleach and almonds and vanilla. And a little bit like fried dough, but mostly bleach and almonds and vanilla.
He bustled along quickly, long coat on to protect against the cool winds. It blew against him, and with each strong gust he found himself pushed a bit more off course. It was nice—like playing outside just before a storm—and he took a little extra time meandering through the park. It was dark, but he wasn't worried; he knew this place like the back of his hand, and he knew the people here, and he was pretty sure he had nothing to worry about.
But Myles had lived in Destiny City all his life, and he should have known to ever expect a normal evening.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 10:41 pm
Benedict was for lack of a better term, bored. Rehearsals at the dance studio had not run long, mainly because it was off season and no major shows were running at current. So the Mauvian had decided to spend some time at the park, a place he'd come to find calming - if not potentially full of senshi and knights at time. The guardian twirled and spun on his paws as he moved along the path, dancing to music only he could hear. He truly was the epitome of feline grace, and it was imperative that he maintained his flexibility and skill. He felt a particular pull to the park today however, a pull that lead him to a young man walking down the path in the dark. Falling in next to him, he was very sure. Yes, this young man was a Senshi just begging to be awakened! Clearing his throat, he chuckled. "Privet, tovarishch! Tis a bit dark to be walking alone, da?" The Siberian had a strange mix of british and russian accents, the russian words being VERY russian, and the english having a very heavy english accent to them. Kyuseisha no Hikari Enjoy the cat with dueling accents!
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 8:30 am
At first, Myles was not at all alarmed or surprised by the cat walking next to him. It was not uncommon for him to carry around cat treats, mostly because he liked the attention of the cats. Absentmindedly, Myles was already fishing around for the treats he thought the cat must have smelled when it spoke.
Of course, Myles had seen his fair share of weird things in Destiny City, so naturally he assumed some very small, strange, English-Russian man must have been chasing after his cat in the darkness. And he must be very small, or Myles' eyes were just very bad because he did not see anyone.
So he stopped walking altogether and looked around. "Yes, it is very dark," he sad after a moment, squinting in the darkness. "I can't even see you at all."
He spun where he stood, squinting at various dark corners. "…Where are you?"
Myles managed to sound friendly, despite being cautious. He knew that evil things could lurk in the shadows, but most of the time he lurked there, too. Except, his brother was a police officer and had been drilling it into his head that if you were ever approached by a stranger, it was best to make sure you knew where they were. Or what they looked like, in case they mugged you and you needed to make a report.
…Of course, Myles wasn't worried about getting mugged. His wallet probably smelled as strongly as he did, and if anyone tried to take it from them, they'd just be able to smell wherever the guy ran off to.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 11:29 pm
"Down here, tovarishch!" Benedict said as he got up on his hind legs and pawed at the boy's pants, wriggling his nose a bit from the smell now that he was all that much closer to it. "Nobody here except you and me, da?" Landing back down on his forepaws, the Mauvian walked around the boy to sit in the path, looking up at him. "I am glad to have found you, you are osobyy... special, da?" The guardian spoke as he nodded his head. "You have power inside of you, and it is my job to help you unlock it." The cat said with a nod. "Are you ready to become a Sailor Senshi, tovarishch?" He would explain more of course, once the boy accepted his duty to the people. It was only fair after all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 10:25 pm
Myles immediately looked by his ankle when he felt the movement of his pants. It took him a moment—a very long moment, of blank staring and head cocking slowly to the side—to understand that the cat was talking to him.
Or, at least, that's what his mind was telling him, because a cat actually talking to him was totally ridiculous, of course. His lips pursed firmly as he analyzed the situation.
His mouth open, and hung open, for a good few seconds before he blurted out a very unsophisticated, "What?"
He took one step back from the cat and then suddenly crouched to see him better.
And then, Myles giggled. It wasn't entirely humorous, but it was tired.
"…I haven't been sleeping, right? Or wait, no. I am sleeping, and now I'm getting a week's worth of dreams to make up for it. Or I breathed in too many chemicals and now I'm hallucinating. You're a very handsome cat, though. But I don't know where you got that accent because I didn't think people actually talked like that. I don't understand what you're saying, though—some of it. What language is that? Because I don't know it, but I must know some of it if I'm dreaming it, or—oh," he laughed again and shook his head. "…Is it gibberish? It is, isn't it. Because it's a dream and they don't have to make sense."
He was rambling, a sort of hopeless, desperate string of words. Like he knew he wasn't dreaming, and he wasn't hallucinating, but he couldn’t quite grip what he was supposed to do with that information, so he was trying to convince himself that this wasn't real.
"Sorry, kitty. But I should be waking up soon, any time now. Sorry I can't go sailing with you. I thought cats didn't even like the water?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 3:57 pm
Ears flattened against skull and eyes stared up at the young man in complete and total disapproval. "What is wrong with the way I speak, tovarishch? No matter, you are not dreaming, nor are you hallucinating!" His tail swished and seemingly from thin air he produced a pen, which he held in his mouth for lack of a better apparatus, and once again, with a wrinkle of his nose, pawed at Myles' pants as he offered the pen. "Take this," He mumbled through the pen. "It will allow you to access your inner potential and become a Senshi."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 12:40 am
Myles' brows knit once more, but he was pretty sure he had just seen this cat draw a pen out of thin air, and that only made him more convinced that he was dreaming, or hallucinating, or dead or something.
"…Kitty," he said after a moment. "I have no idea why you are talking to me or giving me presents, and quite honestly? None of this makes any sense. But you have a cute little accent and despite it all, I don't think this is the weirdest thing I've believed or done."
He held his breath and took the pen, lips pursed. "What's my inner potential? And a, uhm. Snenshi? —I'm sorry, what did you say? Snooshi? Senshin? I—sorry," he leaned forward, putting his ear a little closer so he could hear better. "Can you say that again?"
He was playing with the pen, rolling it around in his fingers. It was pretty, and the more he looked at it, the more it caught his eye.
He wasn't sure this wasn’t a dream, but some strange, serious emotion washed over him. Like it was finally clicking that he was totally awake, and this didn't feel like an elaborate prank.
He didn't know what this was, except that there was a pen, and a talking cat.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 6:41 pm
"My name is Benedict," Benedict corrected, dropping back down onto his rear and looking up at the male once he took the pen. Tail flicked in agitation as the boy continued to wax on the silliness of it all. "Senshi," Benedict supplied again, clearing his throat. "Search your heart, your feelings, you will find that everything I said is true. It is locked away deep inside you. Simply hold the pen up and a name will come to you." He watched the boy for a moment. "Take that name, and shout it, along with the words Power, Make up!" "Do that, and your true potential will be revealed!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 1:08 am
"Benedict," Myles repeated to himself, clutching the pen tightly in his hand. He repeated it a few times, like it was a necessary ritual to commit the name to memory. He did the same with the word 'Senshi', and a part of him seemed to still believe this was some sort of joke—but he was going with it.
And he wasn't sure why.
It was fun, sort of—and his heart was pounding and his vision was swimming and something was wrong but…it didn't feel bad wrong.
So, he did exactly what the cat told him to; he stood up, examining the pen in his hand and then shouted (with his inside-voice), "Caia Power, Make Up!"
The reaction was immediately; he glowed for a few seconds. His clothes seemed to melt off his body, transforming into something entirely different. But Myles was there, mouth agape and brows furrowed. For a second, he stood entirely still, and then his eyes narrowed a little more. His mouth hung a bit more. He'd caught the sight of his arm and immediately recognized that it wasn't his outfit, so he was now holding up his arm, examining it.
"…What?" he asked after another few seconds; he was scrutinizing the change, trying to figure out if this was just some intricate illusion, but the more he examined, the stronger his heart was beating.
He didn't understand it, but he knew this wasn't some joke.
…So he didn't feel quite so bad for not comprehending things just yet.
"That is a really, really neat trick," he finally said, too impressed to be upset about his confusion. He was twisting his body, looking down at the new clothes (that fit so perfectly that he was just in love). "Uhm—what did you say this was? Uh—the Senshi thing. Uh, what was that, exactly, that was hiding in my heart?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 1:06 pm
The spins and twirls that Benedict performed after Myles' transformation into Caia must have been the cat equivalent of dancing for joy, for once the boy started asking questions, Benedict settled down and sat once more. He produced a cellphone out of thin air and handed it off to the newly created Senshi with what could only be a smile. "It is your inner power , your calling..." The cat patted a paw against the boy's leg. "You are a senshi, a protector! You will keep this city, this planet - safe from evil." The cat flicked his tail. "There are things out there - in the darkness... Zlyye, zlyye, sushchestva... Evil creatures... Youma and what is worse, people who have succumb to chaos - Officers of the Negaverse." The cat fluffed up at that, tail flicking again. "It is your job to fight them, to stop them from destroying this place."
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 12:54 am
For a long moment, Myles—Caia, the voice in the back of his mind nagged—just stared down at the cat. "…Me?" he asked a second later, seeming dumbfounded still. "A protector? —You want me to keep things save from evil? Oh!" he laughed, confused, and trying to make sense of things. "Oh, no, no, no. I am not a fighter, I can't find anyone. My brother's always said the reason my legs are so long," he jutted out a leg to prove the point, "Is because they were made for running. Maybe you got him and I mixed up? It's an honest mistake—he's probably who you meant. I mean, he's older than me, we look a lot alike. But he's a police officer."
He reached out to take the cell phone, finally, and started looking over it curiously. "See, he wants to protect the city, to save people. He is a fighter. He's much stronger, much braver than I am. I bet he could help you more. I can call him real quick, if you want?"
There was a faint sadness; he was clearly proud of his brother and there was a sort of adoration in his voice, but he just couldn’t compare at all. His brother was a proper role model—if anyone was going to save the world, he'd always figured it would be him.
Myles was mostly good for making messes and feeding stray cats, and he'd accepted that he wasn't really ever going to amount to much of anything.
This, though—this was jarring that prediction just a bit. He felt like he'd just gotten involved in something much larger than he was—and it was scary, but exciting.
…And probably meant for his brother more than him.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 8:50 am
Benedict shook his head. "You are, as I said, tovarishch, a protector. Even if you do not feel as such yet! You are new, but there is power and potential in you, even if you do not feel as such. This was meant for no one else but you!" The cat's tail flicked in agitation. "There is magic inside you! You just need to think of it and it should come to you, your innate ability that will help you fight the forces of chaos and protect this city, this entire planet from darkness!" Ears flattened against his skull. "It would be ill advised to contact your brother, tovarsihch, while not unheard of of siblings to be bearers of power - It would only serve to put him in danger. You cannot let him know that you are a protector, a senshi, ya?" Shaking his head and pacing around the new senshi Benedict sighed. "You are stronger than you know, tovarishch, you need but to realize it."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 11:34 pm
Caia was chewing on his lower lip, doubt on his face, but he wasn't going to argue with a cat—for more reasons than one. He did, however, flop onto the ground so he could sit there and let it all sink in.
Quickly, he combed his fingers through his hair and tried to clear his mine, but finally he just caved. "Oh man," he mumbled, burying his face in his hands. "It's super cool that you have such faith in me, but—keep secrets from my brother? That's like, impossible. He's caught me in every lie, found out every mistake—any time I mess up, he's there."
Caia didn't seem upset about this; he just stated it as a fact. "And I've gotten better!" he insisted, lowering his hands so he talk to Benedict. "It's just—oh, man."
Something seemed to click, suddenly and his gaze jerked down as he looked at his uniform. "Oh, man, no—he comes home from work and complains about vigilantes! That wear weird clothes! Is that me? —Is that who I am now?" he asked, eyes wide. He could talk a mile a minute and seemed far from angry—he was excited to have someone with such faith in him. He was excited do something good, but that didn't stop him from being so flustered.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 1:36 pm
As Caia sank to the ground, Benedict moved closer, butting his head against the young man's body and arms and knees. Finally he stood with his fore paws on Caia's knee, looking up at the male with a flick of his ears and tail as Caia spoke. Benedict did not flinch or jump away when Caia suddenly grew excited. Blinking for a moment the cat's tail flicked before he continued to speak. "You are a protector, torvarishch, but yes... you operate outside of the laws of the land." A paw moved to pat at the young man's leg. "But so too, does your foe. I will not say you are above the law, but as you are now, you will be fighting others in a war that no one can know about. That is why it is so important you cannot tell your brother about your role in this... You would only be giving the enemy a weapon against you, ja?" He hoped it would be enough to convince him to keep his brother out of this whole thing, at least for now. "I am sure you have questions, please, ask them - I will answer as best I can."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 11:57 pm
Caia watched Benedict and instinctively reached a hand out to scratch behind his ears. He didn't think much of it; this guy was a talking cat, but…he was still a cat, right? And all cats liked to have that spot behind their ears rubbed.
"Oh, man," he said, dry laugh following. "I've already had my fair share of trouble with the law, and now you're encouraging me to get in again?" He whistled, small smile still on his face. "If I get caught, I can see it now. First he'll chew me out, and then I'll try to blame it all on you, you know—the talking cat made me do it. Oh, he'll be so mad and try to get me into some rehab, I can see it."
He pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks out before hanging his head and resting his forehead atop his knees. He exhaled, loudly, and then asked, "What if something does happen? …I want to help, I do. I want to keep people safe, and do something right…but if I'm supposed to be fighting people…I don't know how to fight. I mean, catfights, sure—oh."
He picked his head up quickly to look at the Mauvian. "I, uh. No offense, I just mean, you know. Uh."
Clearing his throat quickly, he tried to laugh it off. "Sorry. I just mean…this sounds dangerous. So…what's the worst thing that can happen if I'm out there doing this? …What happens if I mess up?"
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