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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:33 am
Meowing was his go-to for stirring trouble. Faust didn't care when he first got the idea, but since he did, meowing down a dark alley in the middle of the night has become the most damn effective thing for stirring up some youma. Either they came charging at him, or some dumbass civilian who was still out at night came looking for him, or some dumbass senshi started bumbling around in search of a guardian cat. In any case, meowing around never let him down.
And he wasn't about to quit it, either. Hell, he even refined it. Instead of walking down a street and pausing to meow down an alley, he just meowed as he patrolled the street. People just assumed he was looking for his owner or some s**t, and Quenton got probably a billion voicemails for it when people actually found his collar, but mostly he wiggled away from the dumb sons-of-bitches on his a**. And then he just picked up his meowing gig on some other street.
This street was off in the arts district, where all this namby-pamby ribbon bullshit was done up around the street lights. Sometimes they flapped in the wind and caught his attention, sometimes they stayed right the ******** still where Faust wanted them. And as he walked, a black cat in a black night, he kept up the meows. So far nothing stirred, and he hadn't felt any youma.
"Meow," he called again. He looked down an entire side of the street and saw ********. This s**t was way easier on a senshi's shoulders.
Sitting down, Faust rando-dialed the first senshi he had in his kitty contacts list and listened to the ringing in his ear. Pick up, ********. Whoever you is, you got more important things to do than sit on a couch and eat potato chips.daisymilk sorry for the wait! had company
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 11:03 am
Rather than sitting on her couch (however comfy a piece of furniture it was), Chariklo was out, forcing herself to train and patrol. Not that it was such a difficult thing to do, but with a fiance at home nursing a broken arm to fuss over, well...?
Chariklo would have been happier playing nurse at home.
Still, when her phone rang, she couldn't help the little thrill that ran up her spine. Someone needed her! It was another chance to prove that she was better than she had been before. And that was terribly exciting. Snatching her phone from her fuku, she accepted the call with a grin once she saw the name attached.
"Senshi of Seagulls at your service, O Fuzziest of Butts! What's up?"
Knowing the cat, it could be anything.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 7:03 pm
"Yo," he answered automatically, until he heard the voice on the other line. "Sheeit," he added as an afterthought.
Grunting, Faust cleared his throat while he kept up his pace. Only the insectoid nightlife filtered through on the mic beneath his voice. "Ain't heard from you in ages. Good that you're still with us. If you weren't, I'd have to kick your a**." It'd been what, three years since he saw Chariklo purified? Some s**t like that. A damn long time, and he hadn't kept up too much but to touch base once in a blue moon or however the ******** that dumbass saying went.
"You come down to Stark Street and help me patrol. Got that? This old cat's been walkin' for miles and these paws ain't cut out for standin' on concrete. Gimme a shoulder, Squawker." Whatever she was doing, it wasn't as important as patrolling. She should know that s**t by now.
"There been some crazy youma sightings out here, so watch yourself." An eternal senshi could handle it easy, but these youma been popping outta nowhere, almost like they were summoned.
Faust found an empty park bench that he promptly crowned with his furry a**. It would do for a wait location, cusped between two street lights. If she couldn't find him, well — he was a black cat on a dark night.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 3:39 am
"Well, it's not like where I'm patrolling at the moment is all that interesting, so sure. Why not?"
Snorting in mingled exasperation and amusement, Chariklo began heading for Stark Street, which thankfully, wasn't all that far from where she was. Still, Faust was being awful uppity for a cat.
"Then what, pray are your dainty, ikkle paws cut out for standing on?" she teased, voice rich with amusement. Also, Squawker? Really? You can't give me a badass nickname? I am wounded to the quick, sirrah! See you soon!"
Oh, it felt so good to sass someone after such a long time. Clearly, she'd been too divorced from things for too long. Still, she hung up on her call and ran for Faust's location. If there were youma out, she didn't want him by himself.
By the time she reached Stark Street and saw the cat sitting on the park bench, she was ready for a small break to catch her breath. Slowing her pace, she approached as casually as she could before standing still and staring down at the dark furred cat with a faint frown. Then, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, she smiled crookedly and crouched beside the bench to allow for easier parrot-catting.
"Your chariot's arrived, Fuzzbutt."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:05 am
Part of the reason Faust called Chariklo Squawker was because she had a habit of running her mouth like he was listening. Sometimes he was, but sometimes he was off being a cat. And she was completely human, head to toe, in and out, so he never thought she knew what it meant to be a cat. Hell, the only person he met who knew was Quenton, and even Quenton didn't understand some things — like why Faust suddenly tried to climb one particular wall in the apartment for the better part of five minutes. Faust never explained that one to him.
So when Chariklo went off on her sass parade, Faust just stared into space. Stared through all quips and jibs and jabs like they were commercials between segments of his favorite shows. Then there was silence for a while, and Faust's eyes began to slowly drift shut. He became the furry singularity on the bench, an unmoving, unblinking swath of black.
And then finally there was sound again, and he felt an aura in front of his face, and he grunted without opening his eyes. He almost slipped off the bench, but his paw froze in the air. "Wait, hold up, Bazooka Tits. You don't feel right." He cracked an eye open, then two, then saw the difference written all over her goddamn face.
Literally. That s**t was all over her face. Like her planet gave her a hot lunch or some s**t.
"Who the hell turned you into a goddamn glowstick? The ******** just happened? When did it happen, why did it happen, how did it happen? Cough up them details already! You gonna tell me all about this s**t while I ride on yo' shoulders, hold up." Faust finally leapt down, then leapt up (which he very nearly missed — he forgot how tall Chariklo was), then settled his furry weight around the nape of her neck.
"Okay, mush."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 4:09 am
"I don't feel right? Funny, 'cause I've never felt better."
Still grinning, Chariklo laughed outright at Faust's reaction, clearly delighted in having surprised the cat. She held still so that he could make himself comfortable on her shoulders, only reaching up to poke his tiny, kitty nose gently.
"Ease up on the mushing, cat. I'm no sled dog."
Once she was certain that he was secure (after all, she remembered just how sharp his claws were), she began to walk. And after a moment, she tried explaining how she'd become a glowstick.
"First off, pretty sure that no one did this to me. Though I am pretty sure that my planet was involved to some degree. Even though I'm not sure how much, if any, sentience a planet has."
It was a tricky question. She was certain she'd felt a sort of happiness outside of herself when she'd transcended. But that might've just been her projecting. More importantly, it was the sort of philosophical question that she was certain Faust would have zero interest in. Pity.
"Happened a week or so ago. I was spending a lot of time on my planet while I was out of the city. It's going to take forever to clean up all the rot and ruin, but I made a start on it. And for the why... I'm pretty sure it's because I swore to my planet that I was going to take care of it. That I wouldn't just let everything crumble while I merrily ******** off like the past me. Next thing I know I'm proposing to my boyfriend and I start glowing. There really isn't that much to tell."
Even as she spoke, she could feel a tingle just under her skin. She needed to go back soon and check on things. Maybe...
"Why don't you come with me next time? I'd just have to remember to pack some chopped salmon or chicken for you to eat."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2018 10:47 am
"You damn well better be a sled dog, cuz we ain't stoppin' til we find some Nega a** to beat!" Faust flinched back a bit at the nose poke, then otherwised arched his back and puffed up in anticipation of action. Now he found a ride, and they were gonna mow danger down while she gave up the goose on her glow lines.
Okay, there were answers in there around the weird philosophy shitstorms that Quenton liked so much. Her planet turned her into a glowstick a week ago because she became its mom. And now she was doing that engagement thing people did when they loved each other very much and wanted to make all the babies ever. Which wasn't what he was asking about, but Chari could get into that boring s**t if she wanted to — as long as it didn't cut into senshi duties. Married or not, Negas still needed their asses kicked.
Faust's ears swiveled to the left, to the right, to the back, then to the front again. He caught all kinds of sounds while Chariklo was talking — car horns, conversations, shuffling feet, the wind, door slams… None of that sounded particularly like Nega activity, though. And when he tuned back in, it was solely because of the word salmon
"Hell yeah," he answered automatically. Where there was salmon, there was Faust. Didn't matter where, didn't matter when. "When we doin' it? After this? Cuz I'mma need some food after we kick a youma into next week, you feel? That s**t ain't done on an empty stomach — and it empties your stomach after." The cat nodded sagely as he crouched further into position.
"So the ******** do all them glow lines do for you, anyway? Other than make yo'self a target for Chaos."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 6:14 am
Rolling her eyes at just how bossy Faust could be, Chariklo was nevertheless careful to not let the cat see it. She didn't want to hurt his feelings or alienate him, after all. Still.
"Okay, you can do this all night if you want, furface, but I got a broken armed guy at home that I do need to check up on in a couple hours," Chariklo tilted her head just enough to brush her cheek against the cat's side. "And as for when we could go visit my planet, umm... probably in a few days. But you gotta promise to not set your claws in the air mattress I have up there. ******** thing was expensive."
Doing her best to not laugh at his reaction to the idea of food, the tall senshi simply kept her eyes open for any activity of the Chaos variety. She'd have to get him something tonight before she went home. There were a couple food trucks that stayed open super late and she knew from experience how few of them took notice of how people were dressed so long as the orders were nice and big. Yes, that'd work for now.
Quickening her pace, Chariklo pondered Faust's questions. What did turning into a human glowstick do for her?
"Honestly, it's all still too new for me to know everything about this," she began slowly. "But I do know that I feel more... balanced? I guess that's the right word. And when I'm powered up, it feels like I have all kinds of energy just tingling right under my skin."
Then, she did laugh.
"Cat, I've been a target since before I purified. Having a couple glowing marks on my hide isn't going to affect my target status all that much."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:45 am
Faust nodded. "I heard about that s**t. Them regular people call it 'Prozac' or some s**t. Meant to keep you balanced and from flyin' off the handle, right?" So that meant the glow bullshit was Prozac for senshi. Easy.
"We can keep this s**t short. I'mma just need you to walk me around until I'm satisfied this place ain't infested." He didn't know how good each senshi was at sensing auras, nor how good that ability remained after purging one's starseed of chaos. Maybe Chariklo was really damn good at it, and now that she was transcended, she could sense auras even further than him. But Faust doubted it — mainly because no one could sense auras better than him. Proven fact.
"So who's got you at home? And who's huntin' you down?" Was it the Negaverse? Because Faust loved more excuses to beat Nega face. And if it wasn't the Negaverse, the Dark Mirror Court was chaos too and deserved as much of a face beating until they purified like Chariklo. Hell, wasn't she an upstanding example by now? Girl purifies, girl's life suddenly stops sucking a**, girl gets someone at home with a broken arm. Yeah, that sounded like a success story to his furry ears. Wobbling on Chari's shoulder, he settled down into a turkey position. Chariklo was definitely a success story they needed to perpetuate at the Dark Mirror.
And if they beat the asses of whoever was hunting her down, then the Dark Mirror wouldn't have a foot to stand on for a rebuttal. Hell yes.
"We gotta tell people about you, Chari."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 6:15 am
While she was super duper certain that transcending was not, in fact, anything like Prozac, Chariklo allowed Faust's comparison to slide. It was easier than arguing. Particularly when she couldn't exactly one hundred percent refute his statement either.
Taking a moment to let herself concentrate on the surrounding area, the tall senshi nobly refrained from mentioning that she couldn't feel anything Chaotic and hell, her ability to feel auras wasn't too shabby. Still, Faust was being reasonable enough. And just because they couldn't feel anything now didn't mean that some a*****e officer wasn't about to rip through the area with a pack of youma for kicks. Yes, that was fair enough.
"His name is Angus when he's not magicked up and prancing around as a Mars knight. He's pretty great," that was a serious understatement, but it would do for now. She'd have to find an opportunity to introduce Faust to Angus once his arm was healed. She'd love to see the cat's reaction to Angus' accent. And as for being hunted... "Be fair, furball. I don't know specifics. But I know well enough that the Negaverse damn near murdered me and Amytis. I mean, they tried to slice her tendons. And all I really remember after being nearly drowned and then mauled by a youma was that there were an awful lot of them all trying to get rid of me."
As she walked, her brushed absently brushed against her side, remembering the beast that had left her with such terrible scarring on her side. She'd purified so soon after that... and been branded a traitor by the people she'd called family.
"I don't think anyone in the Court would be hunting me. There's a couple probably hate my guts though since I'm a traitor now. Haven't run into any of them except Mintaka. And we are not talking about that," she added flatly, voice bubbling with barely suppressed anger and sadness.
She shook her head a little to dispel the gloomy path her thoughts were wandering down. And then stopped and turned her head slightly to give Faust an alarmed look. They had to tell people about her? Why? What people?
"Whyfor? Faust, everyone who needs to know about me does already."
Strickenized I'm so sorry! For some reason, I thought I had replied to this already.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 9:27 am
"Angus? Ain't that a meat?" Faust was pretty sure he ate something named angus before, and it wasn't a person. Faust never tried person before. Was he edible? Cuz Faust could do for some food right now. And if he wasn't meant to be eaten, then what the hell were his parents thinking?
Mars knight, though. That was some useful s**t. "You should make him patrol with you when he heals up. Mars knight's gonna be real good. We need more knights helpin' out senshi. Don't get enough of those." Not that Faust ran into many knights or even knew how many there were — just that they existed, and that they weren't Negaverse officers. They could be, but they weren't. And some of those assholes were ex-agents, and while Faust never forgave them for that, he tolerated them.
Which meant he didn't destroy them.
"Like hell you're a traitor. Your planet got you back now. You were a traitor to it before, but now you ain't. And if people wanna fight you for that, they can come fight me first so I can kick their asses into the moon and back." Faust chuffed. "Sheeit, now I wanna fight something. How come there ain't Negaverse agents around when you need one? It's rigged as s**t."
But Chariklo had an important question, and Faust was obliged to answer. "We gotta tell people about you cuz you're glowing like a lightbulb now. You went from dark mirror to glowbug. That's gotta mean somethin', right? Hell, not like you can hide in the dark, so we can spin it like you don't need to hide in the dark. It's hella 'come at me'. And besides, if you feel better, that's like… Oh hell what's the word. Sales or somethin'."
Marketing. The word he wanted was marketing, but all he could think of was fish and murder.daisymilk super burnt out still, but i'll be hitting tags where i can <3
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2018 6:43 pm
"It was an actual people name before it became a breed of cow," Chariklo muttered. As much affection as she held for the big cat, there were times when she wished he was a little more worldly. But then he wouldn't be Faust and that, frankly, would have been a crime.
"He already knows we're gonna do some patrols together. No worries there."
She stayed quiet and listened as Faust spoke. Sometimes, it was the only way. And while she could certainly see and understand the logic he was using, Chariklo had serious doubts that certain dark mirrors would be as reasonable. She sighed softly. <******** 'em.
"Hold up there, Fuzzbutt. I can't be the only person who's purified and then turned all glowy. Before you try turning me into a mascot, maybe we should see if there are others. In this case, numbers are a hell of a lot more convincing than one sassy b***h," she allowed herself a crooked smile. Not that she'd ever really felt the need to hide in the dark. But before she turned herself into an even bigger target, she wanted to be certain she wasn't some sort of bizarre anomaly.
"I don't think we're likely to find anyone for you to thrash tonight, Faust. Maybe the two of us are just too scary."
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 5:41 am
Faust knew angus as a beef name before a people name, and that's what mattered. The history of it could blow a roll of quarters out its a**. They didn't live in history, they lived in now, and now angus was a beef name and a person named Angus should be eaten accordingly. But Chari could have her opinions like she could have her own a*****e.
But at least she raised a good point with the mascot thing — if one's good, more's better. That's why when people took a pill to get better, Faust didn't understand why they avoided guzzling down the bottle and feeling great instantly. That had to be how it worked. "Damn, you on fire tonight Chari." Were there more? Faust didn't know. It wasn't his job to look for existing senshi unless they could be upgraded, so mostly he stuck to the newbies. If any one of them were eternal and glowing, he didn't have a damn idea. Maybe Quenton would know more. No, wait Blondie wasn't social at all. Hell, he had other contacts. Something would turn up.
"You're right about the street, too — I ain't sensin' s**t. They musta felt us and gone the hell home." He sat tall, puffed his chest out, closed his eyes. "Yep, not a damn blip on the ole' radar. A'ight, bring us home. We ain't stickin' around to have a party in an empty street."
If Chari forgot to drop him off somewhere first and instead went back to this Angus, Faust would get to meet this slab of beef. Course, if she didn't, he could just break in later. Once he found out where she lived and all that.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 5:57 am
Reaching up to gently scratch Faust's side, Chariklo smiled and felt a rush of fondness for the guardian cat. As opinionated as he could be, she hoped he would never change.
But since she suspected he might not want too much sentimentality coming from her, she contented herself with pets.
"Couldn't hurt to talk to some of the older knights about it. Maybe some of the older senshi too. There's no way I'm the only one that's done this."
She was praying hard that she wasn't the only one who'd purified and then gone glowy. She didn't mind being one of a kind when it was on her terms. And didn't turn her into a really big target.
But that was a problem for another day. And given Faust's earlier reaction to her mention of fish...
"Let's go home and get you some salmon. Just try to not scare my poor dog too much. He's not used to fluffy magnificence."
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