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Fiction1119 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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 Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2019 4:19 pm
Quote: Grinning Cat Boutique: An eclectic and unusual little shop around the corner from the Crimson Hotel, the Grinning Cat Boutique is owned by an equally curious host. The contents of the shop range from expected to just plain bizarre - there are jewelry pieces and charms galore, feathered hats with plumes as long as your arm, figurines of peculiar looking rabbits and caterpillars, things both nutty and nice. If you're looking for something strange and unconventional for a friend or loved one, chances are you'd find it at the Grinning Cat Boutique. Quote: 3: You feel like you're being watched but whenever you turn around there's no one behind you. Sometimes out of the corner of your eye you think you see the wide impression of a grin and the shadow of a cat. But when you blink, there's nothing there. Shannon wanted a break from all the mission. Who knew that going halfway across the world for a secret mission would be so stressful. She wanted a good drink, some good music, and preferably a hot guy to help take the edge off but none of those were likely going to happen. Not unless she could snag one of her companions in this whole nonsense, but that carried with it it’s own dangers. The whole ‘no dating coworkers’ also worked for the negaverse, especially when all Shannon wanted to do was to just have fun. So why exactly was she in a bizarre little store? Because the curvy woman figured it would kill two birds with one stone. The Grinning Cat Boutique was one of those places Chase’ briefing mentioned which meant it needed to be checked out but it was also a store. A store where Shannon could buy things. If she happened to pick up something interesting and pertinent, all the better. It would just be a bonus, but she still had to make it look like she was actively working even as she absently checked out the myriad of objects on sale. “So what exactly do you think we are looking for?” She asked absently as she poked at a ceramic rabbit, the grin on its face rather odd.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 3:56 pm
Velma blinked and looked up from the antique but beautiful locket in her hands. She glanced at the ceramic rabbit in Shannon's hands and shrugged.
"Things out of the ordinary... Or I suppose, too ordinary to be here?" she said, glancing around. Velma had agreed to come with Shannon to the boutique mostly out of selfish reasons. Since hearing about it at the briefing, she'd been wanting to go. Boutiques like this were a secret pleasure of hers, one where she spent a lot of money one things most people wouldn't want. Velma was kind of old fashioned though, and just loved to find interesting knicknacks and jewelry.
The boutique was incredibly odd, that was for sure, though she still wasn't sure why General Chase had wanted them to scout it out. After finding that senshi on patrol though, she couldn't help but keep an eye out for odd stuff.
Something flitted in the corner of her eye and her head snapped to the side. Nothing, Huh.
Must just be her mind getting head of herself.
"Quite honestly, I'm more interested in shopping here than investigating things..." she said a tad sheepishly, and put the locket back. Not quite her style after all.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 5:58 pm
Shannon fiddled with the rabbit for a few more moments before putting it back. It was most definitely not to her taste and there was no way in hell she was going to buy something that creepy. No rabbit should be smiling like that. “In this place? You might be right there… seems like a simple IKEA shelf or the like would really stick out wouldn’t it.” Silver eyes took in the organized insanity around them. Velma probably had a point, in a shop that was this eclectic finding something completely ordinary might be more extraordinary than not. The curvy woman frowned slightly and glanced over her shoulder, she could have sworn that someone was watching them. It made sense, it was likely a store employee, or maybe another customer who was interested in them moving, or something else like that. But there wasn’t anyone there. Not a single other soul as far as she could tell. Her attention was drawn back to her companion when the other officer sheepishly admitted that she was in the store more for buying things then reconing the place. Shannon let out a brief laugh, more of a simple ha really, before admitting pretty much the same. “That’s pretty much why I’m here too. After all what could a place like this hide that would be useful to us,” She waved her hand at the clutter around them before shrugging. “Might as well make it look like we are doing our jobs while we shop,” Her smile was more than a little wicked as she started to slowly move on only to pause in front of an caterpillar figurine that was munching on a leaf. “Who thinks up this kind of stuff?”
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 6:31 pm
Velma regarded Shannon for a moment, critical. Shannon was not exactly someone who she'd expected to be in the Negaverse, let alone go on an extended mission like this. She seemed... soft, she supposed. Very green and too squishy for this sort of work. Not that Velma had any reason to talk, given she'd been the same rank for two years now. She was working on that. This mission would fix that. Yes, yes it would.
Are you sure you know what you're doing?
She shook herself. She would not let that page's words cloud her judgement. This was her destiny in life, with the Negaverse and fighting off the traitorous senshi and knights who would bring their world to ruin. That was right and the only thing that mattered.
Something flickered across her vision and Velma jumped, jostling a stack of books behind her.
"There is... soemthing here," she said, eyes darting around. There had to be. Her eyes could not be playing tricks on her. Velma absently pressed a hand to her throat, to the almost undetectable shift of color that arced up her chin.
Pandora had been dealt with. She was not mad.
She was not mad.
Her blood was not black.
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 5:27 pm
a-disgruntled-dragon im sorry about the delay, rl kind of butted in Had Shannon had known what had gone through Velma’s mind she would have been insulted. It might have been true but it still would have annoyed the woman to no end. But Shannon didn’t know, instead she kept her eyes peeled for anything of interest, both personally and professionally. She frowned slightly as something flickered just outside of her vision, like a shadow of a cat but why would there be a cat in a curio store? She tried to shake the feeling of being watched but it persisted even as she continued to poke and prod the odds and ends. “Well yes… its a store full of-” Shannon trailed off as she glanced back at her companion. At first she just thought the other female was just being obvious but the look on her face had the pale haired woman go silent. “What do you see?” It was as obvious as the nose on her own face that Velma had see something, or was seeing something, that was making her react badly. Something Shannon couldn’t see… at least she doubted it was something since there was no such thing as a shadow cat. A mocking, laughing, cat made of shadows.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 4:26 pm
"Something... grinning? Grinning." Velma looked around, trying to find it again. Everytime she moved her eyes though the shadow moved. Always out of sight, always out of reach. She balled her fingers into a fist, the knuckles popping soflty.
She didn't like this.
"A shadow, just out of sight. Do you see it?" she asked, glancing at Shannon.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 4:25 pm
Her companion was freaking out, that much was visible, but Shannon didn’t really give a crap. If the girl wanted to melt down into a gibbering mass of hysteria that was on her the only thing Shannon cared about was herself… lucky for Velma the success of their little mission rested on both of their shoulders and there was no way in hell that the curvy lieutenant would put up with a black mark in her file for something as stupid as this. The question now was how to handle it. A cliched slap to the face? Some other shock to the system? Just dragging the other officer out of the store like some kind of puppy or child? Honestly? She wanted to slap the other woman, if only because she wanted too not because she thought it would help. But Shannon didn’t. Instead she gently took Velma’s hand and tugged her towards the door of the shop, pulled her into the light that was filtering in from outside. “Yes, there is a shadow. There is something watching and laughing.” She murmured quietly, reassuringly. She hadn’t seen the laughing but the shadow she had caught in the corner of her eye and there was no shaking the feeling of eyes on her but none of this should have created such a drastic reaction in Velma. “Breath, take a moment and breath. This is what we are here for,” She did her best to keep her voice calm and soothing, as if she was talking to a skittish animal… or a guy who wasn’t sure what to do. “We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’m sure we have enough for a report,” and if they didn’t Shannon wasn’t to worried since she could always pad it a bit with some half truths and other such things. It was called fluffing a piece and she did it for work all the time. Civilian work that is. This would be the first for ‘official’ reports and it would take a bit more finesse but she wasn’t too concerned. She knew what she was doing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 8:18 pm
Velma flared her nostrils at Shannon's instance on 'calm down'. She was not 'freaking out'. Velma did not freak out. She squared her jaw, eyes narrowing at the woman and shifted the scarf around her neck.
"You don't need to talk to me like I'm a child, Shannon," she said curtly, her British accent making her words clipped and short. She was not freaking out, nor was she even remotely put out. She was cautious and did not want to be caught unwares by some strange senshi magic.
"I am being cautious, and shadows that shift around in a curio store would be something Chase would want to know," said Velma, shoving her hands in her pockets and turning towards the direction of the hotel. "So, I'm going to go write a report. With, or without you."
Rude, but she no longer wanted to stand outside this curio shop with fragments of Pandora's Box tugging at her mind and a shadow in the depths of the shop. Besides, there was a report to do, and the sooner she went to go do it, the sooner she could go back to literally anything else.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 3:46 pm
Shannon wished she had chosen to slap the girl as she watched her companion walk away. She was trying to be nice, trying to be kind, but instead all she got was verbally slashed at. Silver eyes rolled and finally Shannon sighed before she followed after Velma. There was no way in hell she was going to do the report if the snippy little s**t wanted to do it but Shannon wanted to make sure that the other officer didn’t include anything unflattering about her. She was going to have to come back late to finish poking through the store.
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