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It was hot and muggy, way to hot and muggy for so early into the summer not that Mel was even sure it was summer yet. School was still in so maybe it wasn’t at least not yet. For the guardian cat it didn’t really matter, it wasn’t like he went to school. He wouldn’t want to go anyway. All that learning. Being stuck inside when there were so many things to do, like chasing squirrels. It was just tortious even thinking about it. The guardian shivered even thinking about it as he casually made his way down the darkened streets towards a park that he liked.The cat knew that even in the stifling darkness of the city on a summer night, or what felt like a summer night, the park would be cool. Or cooler at least. Besides Mel was hoping to find some mice he could chase, Siti wasn’t a fan of mice, or a squirrel. He loved to chase those fuzzy little critters but they were day time fuzzballs so Mel knew he would have to make due with some mice or moths. Moths were also fun to chase, if a bit harder since they could fly.
So wrapped up in his own thoughts, what few of them he had, that the large guardian reached the park without realizing it. The green oasis surrounded by cement and steel really did seem like a world unto its own. The tall brick fence with their buffer of bushes effectively cut down on the sounds of city slumbering. The trees filtered the ambient light into dim shadows even as a light breeze carried the smell of cut grass and green things.
Not that Mel really noticed any of this. Nope, not at all. What the cat did notice was a fuzzy grayish tail disappearing into a bush. Squirrel! HELL YEAH! He might have been thinking it really loudly but in truth the cat remained silent, he didn’t want the chase to end so quickly. Instead Mel crouched down and started to slink towards the bush, only to lose to his excitement a few moments later. Sprinting into the bush, bursting through the other side with leaves and clinging to his fur, the guardian was ready for some fun… only to have it crash and burn as if it hit a brick wall.
What he had just chased wasn’t a squirrel, at least not a small cute one that was fun to chase. Oh, nooooooo. This monstrosity was a GIANT squirrel. Huge. Mega. Epicly Large. It was a youma that apparently thought being a small fluffy rodent wasn’t good enough. Nope it had to be roughly the side of a big dog, which ment it out weighed Mel by several dozen pounds. And unless he misunderstood the look in the youma’s eyes, it wanted to add guardian cat on the menu for tonight. With a yowl of anger, fear, and annoyance the large cat turned tail and ran, the youma following closely behind. “This isn’t what I meant when I wanted a game of chase.” The cat cursed as he sped through the park.
So wrapped up in his own thoughts, what few of them he had, that the large guardian reached the park without realizing it. The green oasis surrounded by cement and steel really did seem like a world unto its own. The tall brick fence with their buffer of bushes effectively cut down on the sounds of city slumbering. The trees filtered the ambient light into dim shadows even as a light breeze carried the smell of cut grass and green things.
Not that Mel really noticed any of this. Nope, not at all. What the cat did notice was a fuzzy grayish tail disappearing into a bush. Squirrel! HELL YEAH! He might have been thinking it really loudly but in truth the cat remained silent, he didn’t want the chase to end so quickly. Instead Mel crouched down and started to slink towards the bush, only to lose to his excitement a few moments later. Sprinting into the bush, bursting through the other side with leaves and clinging to his fur, the guardian was ready for some fun… only to have it crash and burn as if it hit a brick wall.
What he had just chased wasn’t a squirrel, at least not a small cute one that was fun to chase. Oh, nooooooo. This monstrosity was a GIANT squirrel. Huge. Mega. Epicly Large. It was a youma that apparently thought being a small fluffy rodent wasn’t good enough. Nope it had to be roughly the side of a big dog, which ment it out weighed Mel by several dozen pounds. And unless he misunderstood the look in the youma’s eyes, it wanted to add guardian cat on the menu for tonight. With a yowl of anger, fear, and annoyance the large cat turned tail and ran, the youma following closely behind. “This isn’t what I meant when I wanted a game of chase.” The cat cursed as he sped through the park.
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Lucky, perhaps, for the guardian cat was that Cetus had also decided it would be a nice night to go to the park. He wasn’t out looking for youma or even Negaverse officers, he didn’t care to fight either tonight if he could avoid it, rather the large nature of the park combined with how it seemed so separate from the city was what brought him here. He was here to train, in private, as he moved on slippered feet. The geta he loathed so much were set off to the side in the grass, close to a tree and it’s shallow roots, as he moved from one form into the next.
Not really thinking, but just feeling, he was able to pick up on the cat as they made their way toward him. Not only was it a guardian cat but also a youma from what he was picking up - lovely.
Moving to grab up his geta, and waiting he was ready to handle whatever came his way. He wasn't sure which direction it was going to come from, he couldn't pinpoint it that well, but he was damn well ready and he would not hesitate to beat a youma with his damn geta - make them useful somehow.
Not really thinking, but just feeling, he was able to pick up on the cat as they made their way toward him. Not only was it a guardian cat but also a youma from what he was picking up - lovely.
Moving to grab up his geta, and waiting he was ready to handle whatever came his way. He wasn't sure which direction it was going to come from, he couldn't pinpoint it that well, but he was damn well ready and he would not hesitate to beat a youma with his damn geta - make them useful somehow.
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Mel was keeping ahead of the youma… barely. He enjoyed a good game of chase but not while he was the one being chased! The large cat could feel himself slowing as the chase continued but there was one thing keeping the guardian going, the bright aura of order he could sense. It was near by, in the park, if only Mel could reach them. At best they could take care of the youma, at worse they could hold it off long enough for Mel to help them dust the b*****d. It never really occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, the person he was heading towards wouldn’t be able to handle the situation.
The savannah had to take a more circuitous route towards the order fighter since every time he tried to run right for that aura the youma seemed to gain ground so Mel raced around trees, dived under bushes, and generally did his best to lose the ******** squirrel youma. Had he been the one chasing, rather than being chased, he would be having a grand time. As it was it sucked majorly.
Finally Mel’s luck ran out, he came barreling around a tree and got tripped up in its shallow roots and tumbled to the ground in a graceless heap. Lady luck might have seen fit to make the cat eat grass but she wasn’t a total b***h because Mel hit the dirt practically at the feet of a senshi. The senshi, the senshi he had been trying to reach since he felt him. “Youma… Squirrell…. Coming…” Mel tried to gasp out a warning between breaths, not that it was really necessary as the bush that he had just vacated prior to tripping on the tree roots shook menacingly. ******** thing probably wasn’t even winded.
The savannah had to take a more circuitous route towards the order fighter since every time he tried to run right for that aura the youma seemed to gain ground so Mel raced around trees, dived under bushes, and generally did his best to lose the ******** squirrel youma. Had he been the one chasing, rather than being chased, he would be having a grand time. As it was it sucked majorly.
Finally Mel’s luck ran out, he came barreling around a tree and got tripped up in its shallow roots and tumbled to the ground in a graceless heap. Lady luck might have seen fit to make the cat eat grass but she wasn’t a total b***h because Mel hit the dirt practically at the feet of a senshi. The senshi, the senshi he had been trying to reach since he felt him. “Youma… Squirrell…. Coming…” Mel tried to gasp out a warning between breaths, not that it was really necessary as the bush that he had just vacated prior to tripping on the tree roots shook menacingly. ******** thing probably wasn’t even winded.
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He had heard the cat come out of the brush, surprise flashed in his golden eyes, as he turned to face the incoming cat just as they dove for his feet and hit the ground. Staring for a moment he nodded. “Got it.” And he had a geta in hand that he threw the moment he saw the youma come busting through the greenery.
Well, this youma was big though he’d seen and dusted bigger. It wasn’t that he was claiming this one was weak, it may not be for all he knew, but it wasn’t intimidating to look at. “Care to tell me after this how you got chased by a giant, mutated, squirrel?” He questioned though already he was moving on to toss out a magical attack. It would, as he knew, buy him time to move in deliver what he hoped would be a fatal blow to the thing. It wasn’t like this youma looked strong, though looks could be very wrong, so he was hoping whatever physical blow he landed after his magical attack would finish it.
“Kappa illusion!” As his index finger pointed towards the youma he watched and waited to see if his attack would hit. As the pale light seemed to make impact with the youma he waited just for the magic to kick in and slow the damn thing down, if not stop it in it’s tracks.
Well, this youma was big though he’d seen and dusted bigger. It wasn’t that he was claiming this one was weak, it may not be for all he knew, but it wasn’t intimidating to look at. “Care to tell me after this how you got chased by a giant, mutated, squirrel?” He questioned though already he was moving on to toss out a magical attack. It would, as he knew, buy him time to move in deliver what he hoped would be a fatal blow to the thing. It wasn’t like this youma looked strong, though looks could be very wrong, so he was hoping whatever physical blow he landed after his magical attack would finish it.
“Kappa illusion!” As his index finger pointed towards the youma he watched and waited to see if his attack would hit. As the pale light seemed to make impact with the youma he waited just for the magic to kick in and slow the damn thing down, if not stop it in it’s tracks.
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((Sailor Scout Attack: Kappa Illusion!
With this attack he will bring up one of his hands and touching his forehead with his middle finger he will than point his index finger at his intended target, someone within an eight foot radius of him, and a pale green light will leave his finger tip directed at his target. If the attack hits it will last for 15 seconds and during those fifteen seconds the victim, be they chaos or order, they will find themselves trapped within a strong illusion. In this illusion they will see themselves in water and suddenly being grabbed and dragged further down by a kappa. This attack can be broken out of by those with a strong will and outside force can also snap the victim from this illusion. The attack can be cast 3 times in battle.))
With this attack he will bring up one of his hands and touching his forehead with his middle finger he will than point his index finger at his intended target, someone within an eight foot radius of him, and a pale green light will leave his finger tip directed at his target. If the attack hits it will last for 15 seconds and during those fifteen seconds the victim, be they chaos or order, they will find themselves trapped within a strong illusion. In this illusion they will see themselves in water and suddenly being grabbed and dragged further down by a kappa. This attack can be broken out of by those with a strong will and outside force can also snap the victim from this illusion. The attack can be cast 3 times in battle.))
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“It’s not my fault!” The cat wheezed slightly, already regaining his breath as he climbed to his paws. He stuck behind the senshi as the green clad fellow prepared two little wooden tables for throwing, his golden eyes peeled on the bush. Mel was about to add more when the youma appeared and the cat shouted, “Kill it! Kill it!” He hissed in anger and disappointment when the projectile didn’t do squat against the furry beast. Normally Mel would be jumping into the fight, using claws and teeth to help take down evil, but there was something about a giant squirrel that was just wrong. It went against nature and it was bad enough getting chased by the thing, but to get beaten by it! No, thank you. Besides the senshi seemed to have things well in hand.
The guy tossed some kind of magic at the squirrel, a pale light striking the youma and almost instantaneously the critter freaked out. It was thrashing around, almost looked like it was trying to fight something off, something that had hold of it’s tail since the youma kept twisting back towards its tail. “Well damn! I might not need to fight at all if you have that kind of magic up your sleeve,” Mel muttered as he watched the squirrel’s interpretive dance.
The creature’s moments were even more eerie when the guardian realized it wasn’t making any sound at all. Beyond the noise its thrashing made on the ground the youma wasn’t uttering any chitters of anger or squeak of fear like a normal squirrel did when Mel chased them. It was silent, completely and totally silent. Now that he thought about it, it had been silent during the chase as well. Swallowing nervously Mel looked up at the senshi and said, “You hold it and I’ll punch.” He didn’t really want too but he was a guardian damn it, he would guard something even if it was the senshi he was currently hiding behind.
The guy tossed some kind of magic at the squirrel, a pale light striking the youma and almost instantaneously the critter freaked out. It was thrashing around, almost looked like it was trying to fight something off, something that had hold of it’s tail since the youma kept twisting back towards its tail. “Well damn! I might not need to fight at all if you have that kind of magic up your sleeve,” Mel muttered as he watched the squirrel’s interpretive dance.
The creature’s moments were even more eerie when the guardian realized it wasn’t making any sound at all. Beyond the noise its thrashing made on the ground the youma wasn’t uttering any chitters of anger or squeak of fear like a normal squirrel did when Mel chased them. It was silent, completely and totally silent. Now that he thought about it, it had been silent during the chase as well. Swallowing nervously Mel looked up at the senshi and said, “You hold it and I’ll punch.” He didn’t really want too but he was a guardian damn it, he would guard something even if it was the senshi he was currently hiding behind.
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Watching as the youma seemed to freak out, which was good, he moved in close to strike at it. Seeing as the youma was on the ground, and he had no intentions of getting down on the ground with it, he kicked out at it viciously. It might have done more if he’d had a geta on his foot but he was not wearing them! They were uncomfortable and not at all practical to wear as a senshi.
“As much as I appreciate the offer for help, it’s not really needed. I got this.” It was big, yes, but nothing he couldn’t handle especially while it was suffering under the affects of his magic. “So who are you kitty?” Glancing over his shoulder for a moment before he moved to kick at the youma again. He figured he’d stick to this way of handling things until it got up, if it got up, than he’d move to his hands.
“Cetus, senshi of kappa.” He finally added in, deciding to introduce himself to the other.
“As much as I appreciate the offer for help, it’s not really needed. I got this.” It was big, yes, but nothing he couldn’t handle especially while it was suffering under the affects of his magic. “So who are you kitty?” Glancing over his shoulder for a moment before he moved to kick at the youma again. He figured he’d stick to this way of handling things until it got up, if it got up, than he’d move to his hands.
“Cetus, senshi of kappa.” He finally added in, deciding to introduce himself to the other.
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Mel watched on in surprise as the senshi just walked up to the freaking out squirrel youma and proceeded to kick it… in socks! He was kicking the thing while in socks. Mel guessed it could be worse, the guy could be barefoot but really now. Who goes out to fight in socks. Could those table things be shoes? How would one even walk in them. They looked more like mice tables then shoes. It justs wasn’t practical to walk in them unless you were using them to stay out of the mud but even then you would just sink into the mud then your socks would get dirty and you would need higher shoes. Like highheels use to be worn by male butchers to keep out of the blood but evolved into what women wore today. How they did it, the cat had no clue at all. Personally he thought they looked like they hurt like hell but apparently they could be damn good weapons in a pinch. There was this one episode of this one show where the murder weapon was a high heel.
“Oh…. ok, sure. I’m here if you need it. Just in case.” The guardian was relieved that the guy turned down his help but also felt guilty and annoyed and a whole mess of emotions that he honestly couldn’t name. If only the youma wasn't a giant squirrel. Hell he had fought a dragon! Why, oh why did hit have to be a squirrel! He would have gone after it like it was nothing. Used his teeth to bite it. His claws to claw it. Mel just knew that he could have defeated that youma all by himself but it was a squirrel! It just wasn’t right!
“Ah, um, Mel.” He had to think a moment since he had completely lost the conversation, honestly he might not have ever had the conversation. “Mlinzi but people call me Mel, or Zi, or Lin, or Linzi, or well any number of names so whatever. You sure you don't need help?” The youma was trying to fight back but it didn’t seem to be doing very well. Still, it never hurt to double check.
“Oh…. ok, sure. I’m here if you need it. Just in case.” The guardian was relieved that the guy turned down his help but also felt guilty and annoyed and a whole mess of emotions that he honestly couldn’t name. If only the youma wasn't a giant squirrel. Hell he had fought a dragon! Why, oh why did hit have to be a squirrel! He would have gone after it like it was nothing. Used his teeth to bite it. His claws to claw it. Mel just knew that he could have defeated that youma all by himself but it was a squirrel! It just wasn’t right!
“Ah, um, Mel.” He had to think a moment since he had completely lost the conversation, honestly he might not have ever had the conversation. “Mlinzi but people call me Mel, or Zi, or Lin, or Linzi, or well any number of names so whatever. You sure you don't need help?” The youma was trying to fight back but it didn’t seem to be doing very well. Still, it never hurt to double check.
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When the squirrel like youma did get to it’s feet, though it seemed to not be all there thanks to the beating and his magic, Cetus was prepared. Rather than a foot lashing out this time, as had been the previous mode of attack for him, he lashed out with the back of his hand and fast hard slaps as he kept in close with the youma.
He wasn’t really much for letting distance come between himself and whoever, or whatever, he was fighting. It wasn’t something that was typical for his style of fighting anyway. “Mlinzi...interesting name, not normal but it’s good. Zi or Lin I might call you.” As both were shorter and nicer sounding to him, plus the other didn’t seem like the sort to mind either.
“I’m sure I don’t need help.”
He wasn’t really much for letting distance come between himself and whoever, or whatever, he was fighting. It wasn’t something that was typical for his style of fighting anyway. “Mlinzi...interesting name, not normal but it’s good. Zi or Lin I might call you.” As both were shorter and nicer sounding to him, plus the other didn’t seem like the sort to mind either.
“I’m sure I don’t need help.”
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Mel watched in surprise and great interest as the senshi started to slap the youma. Slap him around like a valley girl slapping her maid. It wasn’t all slaps, the senshi used his wrist and the back of his hand. It was like Jackie Chan s**t cept less improvised weaponry. Seeing the squirrel get beat by a ladder would be totally epic. Or a chair, or a table. Really anything actually. Watching the senshi beat him was pretty epic as it was but watching it get dusted by something as mundane as a trash can would have just been the icing on the cake. Sadly Mel would never get to see his ‘dream’ since the youma, after a little bit more struggling, imploded into a dust cloud. Its ash drifting down to the grass and being carried away by the slight breeze that kicked up.
“You suppose they are vampires? You know since they go poof like vamps do in sun, or when you stake them, or cut off their head, or use a cross against them, or holy water, or just kill them in general. You think a vamp could live if its arms and legs were ripped off? Would it still survive? I mean you would still have to give it blood but other then that it wouldn’t really be able to move? Is that even survival? Seems to me that it would be more like living in a immobile prison. Kind of like those people who are like in comas but aren't. You know? The ones who can hear and understand everything but just can't communicate. There was this show that had one of those guys in it, I don't remember much about it… honestly I think I changed the channel since my other show was coming on. 48 hours is pretty fascinating, real life murder mysteries although sometimes it's not really a mystery since the wife or the husband or the friend is the killer. But the….. Oh heeeeey I know this feeling!”
The cat had started to ramble on as he pranced closer to the senshi, more like bouncing over since he was jumping around a lot. Like a kid hopped up on sugar. The tired cat who had been chased through the park was gone with the youma dust. Now there stood the hyper cat that he normally was and right then his golden eyes were trained on the unfortunate senshi that attracted his attention. He knew what that feeling was. He had felt it before. Still didn't really understand it. Or what triggered it but he knew what it was.
“Come here Catus. I totally know what to do now. Well sort of,” He shrugged as only a cat could shrug. “I’ve only done it once but it worked out totally fine so I’m just going to wing it like I did last time. Now lets see, what did I do last time?” Mel sat in the grass, his eyes closed and his face scrunched as he tried to remember exactly the steps leading up to the upgrade of Chaldene. He had no idea what he was doing then…. Just like now. “Someone really should write this stuff down.” He muttered as he tapped his forehead with his paw, trying to dislodge the information.
“You suppose they are vampires? You know since they go poof like vamps do in sun, or when you stake them, or cut off their head, or use a cross against them, or holy water, or just kill them in general. You think a vamp could live if its arms and legs were ripped off? Would it still survive? I mean you would still have to give it blood but other then that it wouldn’t really be able to move? Is that even survival? Seems to me that it would be more like living in a immobile prison. Kind of like those people who are like in comas but aren't. You know? The ones who can hear and understand everything but just can't communicate. There was this show that had one of those guys in it, I don't remember much about it… honestly I think I changed the channel since my other show was coming on. 48 hours is pretty fascinating, real life murder mysteries although sometimes it's not really a mystery since the wife or the husband or the friend is the killer. But the….. Oh heeeeey I know this feeling!”
The cat had started to ramble on as he pranced closer to the senshi, more like bouncing over since he was jumping around a lot. Like a kid hopped up on sugar. The tired cat who had been chased through the park was gone with the youma dust. Now there stood the hyper cat that he normally was and right then his golden eyes were trained on the unfortunate senshi that attracted his attention. He knew what that feeling was. He had felt it before. Still didn't really understand it. Or what triggered it but he knew what it was.
“Come here Catus. I totally know what to do now. Well sort of,” He shrugged as only a cat could shrug. “I’ve only done it once but it worked out totally fine so I’m just going to wing it like I did last time. Now lets see, what did I do last time?” Mel sat in the grass, his eyes closed and his face scrunched as he tried to remember exactly the steps leading up to the upgrade of Chaldene. He had no idea what he was doing then…. Just like now. “Someone really should write this stuff down.” He muttered as he tapped his forehead with his paw, trying to dislodge the information.
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Coughing on the dust, that was one part of youma killing he hated, the senshi kept his mouth covered until the coughing passed. Only then did he lower his hand and look to the cat. Raising a brow he shook his head. “No, although similar perhaps. One feeds on blood the other energy. But I don’t think they have an issue with the sun.” Though to be honest he’d not yet seen a youma out in the daytime, he figured it had more to do with not being in the right place at the right, or wrong, time plus he wasn’t powered up so he couldn’t sense them.
The next few questions were...interesting, if not a bit out there. He really doubted holy water or crossed would do anything to a youma but limb removal for a vampire likely would. I mean how else would they feed not to mention he doubted the healing vampires were said to have could handle that sort of loss. Why was he even thinking about this nonsense?
As the cat rambled on, and on...and on he really started to wonder about the poor cat. It seemed to have a thing for tv and imagination, which he figured was fueled by tv watching. Was this what it meant when people used to say tv would rot your brain? “Tell me you don’t watch asian dramas.” He stated staring at the cat, wondering why the sudden change in topic...something about a feeling. He really hoped it wasn’t about to start on some more ramblings.
“What to do now…?” He was seriously wondering if he should start fearing for himself, this cat was like an overexcited child who watched far too much tv, though not cartoons from what he could gather. He was going to do something...for the second time and wing it - again? Oh hell this didn’t sound good…
Slowly, with much caution, he did approach the cat and knelt down so he was more on level with the cat. “I really am wondering if I should trust you Lin.” Already putting the cat's nickname to use.
The next few questions were...interesting, if not a bit out there. He really doubted holy water or crossed would do anything to a youma but limb removal for a vampire likely would. I mean how else would they feed not to mention he doubted the healing vampires were said to have could handle that sort of loss. Why was he even thinking about this nonsense?
As the cat rambled on, and on...and on he really started to wonder about the poor cat. It seemed to have a thing for tv and imagination, which he figured was fueled by tv watching. Was this what it meant when people used to say tv would rot your brain? “Tell me you don’t watch asian dramas.” He stated staring at the cat, wondering why the sudden change in topic...something about a feeling. He really hoped it wasn’t about to start on some more ramblings.
“What to do now…?” He was seriously wondering if he should start fearing for himself, this cat was like an overexcited child who watched far too much tv, though not cartoons from what he could gather. He was going to do something...for the second time and wing it - again? Oh hell this didn’t sound good…
Slowly, with much caution, he did approach the cat and knelt down so he was more on level with the cat. “I really am wondering if I should trust you Lin.” Already putting the cat's nickname to use.
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He nearly had it, he nearly knew just what he needed to do when Cetus asked about asian shows. Golden eyes popped open and Mel chirped out, “Like Jackie Chan? I like me some Jackie Chan. He goes all ‘whoosh’ and ‘bang’ and ‘here's a chair let's hit you with it’. He bounced in place for a bit, miming various kicks and punches he watched Chan do in his movies. Mysteries were his go to tv shows but when it came to movies, very little beat a good adventure flick. Guns, swords, and bad a** fighting moves. Hell yeah.
His excited bouncing died suddenly when Cetus voiced his worry. With his ears flat and his tail hanging low one could be excused in thinking Mel had just gotten smacked, poor kitty. “Awwwwww. But I’m really trust worthy. I don’t bite, well except that one time but he asked for it. The other time wasn’t really my fault… and well ok so I do bite but it's not normally all that hard so it totally doesn't count right?” Pleading eyes glanced up at Cetus, one could almost call them ‘puppy dog eyes’ but since it was a cat making them, a cat who disliked dogs, it likely wasn’t the best comparison.
“You trust me right?”
His excited bouncing died suddenly when Cetus voiced his worry. With his ears flat and his tail hanging low one could be excused in thinking Mel had just gotten smacked, poor kitty. “Awwwwww. But I’m really trust worthy. I don’t bite, well except that one time but he asked for it. The other time wasn’t really my fault… and well ok so I do bite but it's not normally all that hard so it totally doesn't count right?” Pleading eyes glanced up at Cetus, one could almost call them ‘puppy dog eyes’ but since it was a cat making them, a cat who disliked dogs, it likely wasn’t the best comparison.
“You trust me right?”
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“No...like Asian dramas...like you have in America but different.” And somehow he was glad the other was clueless about them, though he certainly seemed to know enough about martial arts movies - lovely. “You seem to like martial arts movies? Nevermind.” He questioned before shaking his head. He did not need to enter that topic with the cat, not if he did like such things, not when he was a martial artist himself - nope, not happening. Though he had a feeling that after this talk the cat might go seeking out a martial arts action movie, would he wind up with the cat at his home? It wouldn’t be the first time a cat had come to his home, and he didn’t mind too much.
Why did the cat suddenly looked like someone had kicked him? And hard at that. Damn it. He wanted to curse, he really did, but instead he stared at the cat, and listened to the rambling, before he found himself nodding even if he didn’t really trust this. It just seemed very wrong not to and so despite his own worry, bordering on fear, he would tell the cat he trusted him...and see what would happen.
“I do.” Such a lie right now.
Why did the cat suddenly looked like someone had kicked him? And hard at that. Damn it. He wanted to curse, he really did, but instead he stared at the cat, and listened to the rambling, before he found himself nodding even if he didn’t really trust this. It just seemed very wrong not to and so despite his own worry, bordering on fear, he would tell the cat he trusted him...and see what would happen.
“I do.” Such a lie right now.
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Mel’s ears perked up slightly when Cetus said he trusted him, his eyes brightened and he slowly approached the senshi. He gave the fellow a quick head butt-rub thingy before placing his paws on the senshi’s chest right over his heart. “Ok, so um, don’t move…. Don’t talk. I got to focus.” His instructions were said while he studied the other’s face, once he was sure the young man would follow them Mel closed his eyes. He really wasn’t entirely sure how to do this, hell he didn’t even know if he could do it. Doing it once successfully did not mean that the second time would turn out the same way. But he still had to try. This feeling, it was annoying as hell, there was no way he could just ignore it. So with his eyes closed, his face screwed up in concentration, the large guardian cat just… let go.
He let his instincts take over. The universe, ingrain training, cosmic interference, whatever you wanted to call it. The name didn’t change the outcome. Without knowing how he was doing it, if it was even him doing it, Mel coaxed further strength into Cetus. Granting the senshi power, power he hadn’t yet been able to reach. The guardian cat didn’t even realize that he started to hum, sounding suspiciously like Shania Twain’s ‘Man! I Feel Like a Woman!’
He let his instincts take over. The universe, ingrain training, cosmic interference, whatever you wanted to call it. The name didn’t change the outcome. Without knowing how he was doing it, if it was even him doing it, Mel coaxed further strength into Cetus. Granting the senshi power, power he hadn’t yet been able to reach. The guardian cat didn’t even realize that he started to hum, sounding suspiciously like Shania Twain’s ‘Man! I Feel Like a Woman!’
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Don’t move, easy enough. He didn’t move and he kept silent, his golden eyes watching the cat and wondering just what the cat was doing - what would happen? As much as he said he trusted the cat he sort of was still worried and sort of still didn’t trust the cat, he seemed too unsure and new to whatever he was doing. He just couldn’t hurt a cat's feelings though, not one of these guardian cats anyway.
As he stared at the cat, wondering what was going on, he felt a sort of rush of power and a warmth pooling in him. He felt the change in clothing, his legs suddenly weren’t so bare, but he still didn’t look down to inspect himself. He knew something had happened, he could guess what it was as he felt different - stronger, but he kept silent even as the cat started to hum. He didn’t know what song, thankfully, but the cat seemed rather content? And certainly focused on whatever he was doing, perhaps a bit of a surprise given the cats hyper nature.
One hand had, without him realizing it, come up and his fingers sunk comfortably into the cat's fur as he kneaded at the others fur and back.
As he stared at the cat, wondering what was going on, he felt a sort of rush of power and a warmth pooling in him. He felt the change in clothing, his legs suddenly weren’t so bare, but he still didn’t look down to inspect himself. He knew something had happened, he could guess what it was as he felt different - stronger, but he kept silent even as the cat started to hum. He didn’t know what song, thankfully, but the cat seemed rather content? And certainly focused on whatever he was doing, perhaps a bit of a surprise given the cats hyper nature.
One hand had, without him realizing it, come up and his fingers sunk comfortably into the cat's fur as he kneaded at the others fur and back.
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It took a bit longer this time, or maybe less time, Mel didn’t really care one way or another. All the cat knew was that finally it was done, something inside said ‘enough’ and that was that. His eyes popped open and he realized that Cetus was giving him a back scratch. “Ooooooh yes, right there. Bit higher, higher. To the left. Yup, right there!” Mel muttered as he squirmed beneath Cetus’ fingers until the senshi was scratching at just the right spot. After a bit he squirmed out of the grasp and gave himself a shake to settle his fur. His gaze went wide as he took in the changes of the senshi and almost immediately he started to bounce around.
“It worked! It worked! Two for two. I’m amazing. I’m wonderful. I’m the best guardian cat ever.” He bragged as he checked out Cetus’ new getup. His bouncing and boasting only came to a stop when he spotted the getta, the shoes, that was part of Cetus’ upgraded uniform. “OH! They are shoes! Not little tables! How do you walk in them? Why would you walk in them? Wouldn’t tennis shoes be better? Who decided that little tables would be good footwear? Could you put in a uniform change request? Who would you even ask?” The cat was already off and running with his questions. They quickly degraded from questions about the shoes and the uniform to the dusted youma. Questions like ‘where does it go? Is it dead? You think there is a ‘farm upstate’ that dusted youma go to?’. Strange and ridiculous questions.
The questions petered out until there was only one left. A seemingly simple one. “So….. now what?”
“It worked! It worked! Two for two. I’m amazing. I’m wonderful. I’m the best guardian cat ever.” He bragged as he checked out Cetus’ new getup. His bouncing and boasting only came to a stop when he spotted the getta, the shoes, that was part of Cetus’ upgraded uniform. “OH! They are shoes! Not little tables! How do you walk in them? Why would you walk in them? Wouldn’t tennis shoes be better? Who decided that little tables would be good footwear? Could you put in a uniform change request? Who would you even ask?” The cat was already off and running with his questions. They quickly degraded from questions about the shoes and the uniform to the dusted youma. Questions like ‘where does it go? Is it dead? You think there is a ‘farm upstate’ that dusted youma go to?’. Strange and ridiculous questions.
The questions petered out until there was only one left. A seemingly simple one. “So….. now what?”
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Shaking his head at the cat's antics, it was better than paying attention to the fact that he again had geta on his feet, the now super senshi continued to scratch at the cat. Taking note of where he seemed to want the scratching, for future reference, the male took the time to look down at himself and observe as much as he could. It wasn’t that bad...save for the footwear - he was cursed wasn’t he? He was cursed and would be stuck with geta on his feet, he was sure of it.
Balance was something he had, thankfully, so bending down till he was level with the cat wasn’t too hard - even in geta. “They are geta...and blame the Japanese for them. It was to keep kimono clean from mud, snow, dirt and other things. I don’t know why I’d have them - they aren’t any good for running in. They take a bit of balance and getting used to.” He could walk in them but why? What was the point and having been to Cetus he really had to wonder - why geta?
“I’d like to put in for a change in shoes if possible. As it stands I take them off and replace them with slippers every time.” At least those he could walk in, even if they didn’t offer the protection that other footwear would. Anything, or almost anything, was better than these things. Sandals might be worse...he wasn’t sure on that.
“The youma….I don’t know - I don’t care so long as it’s dead.” Shrugging once, calmly. He really hoped it was as it appeared to be - dead and gone.
“You tell me what’s next. You’re the cat here and one with ideas.” One who liked to talk and had a lot of energy. Did they continue to wander the city or did the cat want to like...come home with him or what?
Balance was something he had, thankfully, so bending down till he was level with the cat wasn’t too hard - even in geta. “They are geta...and blame the Japanese for them. It was to keep kimono clean from mud, snow, dirt and other things. I don’t know why I’d have them - they aren’t any good for running in. They take a bit of balance and getting used to.” He could walk in them but why? What was the point and having been to Cetus he really had to wonder - why geta?
“I’d like to put in for a change in shoes if possible. As it stands I take them off and replace them with slippers every time.” At least those he could walk in, even if they didn’t offer the protection that other footwear would. Anything, or almost anything, was better than these things. Sandals might be worse...he wasn’t sure on that.
“The youma….I don’t know - I don’t care so long as it’s dead.” Shrugging once, calmly. He really hoped it was as it appeared to be - dead and gone.
“You tell me what’s next. You’re the cat here and one with ideas.” One who liked to talk and had a lot of energy. Did they continue to wander the city or did the cat want to like...come home with him or what?
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Mel paused in his bouncing, “Oh, um…. Valid point.” He was the guardian cat, he should be the one to know what to do next. It wasn’t like there was a manual for this stuff, not as far as he knew at least. “So the last time we just went back to his place. I got to raid the fridge and we did totally binge watched a few episodes of Criminal Minds. Well I did. I think he ended up going to play on his computer.” Mel started to wander around as he started to talk, going no place in particular at all. If this was a comic strip he would have a dotted trail behind him like that kid from the sunday papers, the one from Family Circus. Going in circles, hops, twirls, and just random movement. One might start to wonder just what would happen if Mel sat still without moving or speaking… would the world end? Would it be like in the Matrix where it was a sign of a glitch?
“We could do that you know.” He paused in his wandering, it was only by accident that it was near the last spot the youma had been. “I would never turn down Criminal Minds, not even if it's a episode I’ve already seen. Or ice cream… I wouldn’t turn down ice cream. Or fish. Ooooooooooooooooh!” He had just had a brilliant idea. Like Einstein and Franklin rolled into one, brilliant. As bright as the sun and the moon and all the stars combined. “Catus! Can we go for sushi?” The large cat looked over at the upgraded senshi with such hope, with such desperation, that one might be forgiven for mistaking him for a puppy once more.
“We can get sushi and ice cream and watch Criminal Minds or NCIS or CSI or even something you want to.” His pleading dimmed a bit as he looked back at the nonexistent remains of the youma, “Besides chasing squirrels and mice just seem like a bad idea right now.”
“We could do that you know.” He paused in his wandering, it was only by accident that it was near the last spot the youma had been. “I would never turn down Criminal Minds, not even if it's a episode I’ve already seen. Or ice cream… I wouldn’t turn down ice cream. Or fish. Ooooooooooooooooh!” He had just had a brilliant idea. Like Einstein and Franklin rolled into one, brilliant. As bright as the sun and the moon and all the stars combined. “Catus! Can we go for sushi?” The large cat looked over at the upgraded senshi with such hope, with such desperation, that one might be forgiven for mistaking him for a puppy once more.
“We can get sushi and ice cream and watch Criminal Minds or NCIS or CSI or even something you want to.” His pleading dimmed a bit as he looked back at the nonexistent remains of the youma, “Besides chasing squirrels and mice just seem like a bad idea right now.”
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Someone else, previous to himself, had brought the cat home and been able to ignore the cta enough to play on a computer? This cat had a lot of energy, enough to power a city, kudos to whoever had been able to ignore this hyper ball of fluff enough to game or do anything on a computer. Despite his opinion on the cat he didn’t mind the cat, didn’t think ill of him, just found him a bit...energetic and loud. He figured in time one could get used to it - sort of anyway.
“We could...you can come home with me and I’ll let you eat and rest. You do have a home - someone I should call?” He questioned, figuring it was an obvious thing. Cetus figured this cat, being that he sided with order, had some home with a knight or a senshi. It made sense that he did.
“Sushi….how do I get you into a sushi place? I could order sushi and pick it up and bring it home with me.” That would be easier, the only real way to fulfill the cat's request. “I can do that. I’ll pick up sushi and we’ll go back to my family's apartment.” And the other could eat in his room and watch tv.
“You can spend the night...and if you need a home you can stay - I don’t mind. Just don’t let my family know you talk.” Or anything magical really. But...he would offer a home in case the cat needed it. “Come on...time to get sushi.” Motioning for the cat to follow him as he powered down.
“We could...you can come home with me and I’ll let you eat and rest. You do have a home - someone I should call?” He questioned, figuring it was an obvious thing. Cetus figured this cat, being that he sided with order, had some home with a knight or a senshi. It made sense that he did.
“Sushi….how do I get you into a sushi place? I could order sushi and pick it up and bring it home with me.” That would be easier, the only real way to fulfill the cat's request. “I can do that. I’ll pick up sushi and we’ll go back to my family's apartment.” And the other could eat in his room and watch tv.
“You can spend the night...and if you need a home you can stay - I don’t mind. Just don’t let my family know you talk.” Or anything magical really. But...he would offer a home in case the cat needed it. “Come on...time to get sushi.” Motioning for the cat to follow him as he powered down.
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Mel nodded and continued to wander around. “Take out works fine and I've got a home. I've got a girl to protect so I should go back at some point tonight but first food! And tv!” He grinned up at the senshi and started to bound out of the park, pausing only once to look back at Cetus and ask, “you coming?”
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”I’m coming.” And he was, he was following the cat. “You should at least let me catch up, so I can lead the way to the sushi place.” Sushi wasn’t something he normally ate to be honest. He knew places though, places he didn’t often go to. Shaking his head he smiled down at the cat. At least they had a home to return to after eating their fill and watching tv.
