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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2022 6:55 pm
Oumuamua liked walking through the city powered. She liked experimenting with magic, even if her magic just... ERxploded. She liked testing the ability to run, punch, and leapo. In fact, she 2was, like so many things, proud of her ability. So her magic didn't work -- so what? Not only could she win a cosplay competition at an anime convention, but the senshi could combine it with hwer general ability to turn from friends and affable to a proverbial demon[, and have the might, in her opinion, to back it. And that made patrolling a heck of a lot less terrifying now she was getting her feet under her. Just because her aura radiated of her level, didn't mean something bigger could defeat her. Fighting was tacticaql, calculated, and something that took work, work that Oumuamua was willing to put out. That also didn't mean she couldn't moive for fun and enjoy herself as Oumuamua, either. And experimenting was science. Science was fun, and tonight Oumuamua had finished a patrol, entering the now-fae-free park and leaping up upon the monkey bars before mositioning the bars between her heels and the fr4om of her heels, before she began practicing walking back and forth, working on her balance. After all, while she seemed unable to reach her homeworld, when she inevitably made it, she'd need to be prepared for anyuthing, and for now, that meant walking on the playground equipment, in case of trees or similar. She never knew.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2022 7:42 pm
Tristan did so enjoy being out. She enjoyed being a super senshi, feeling as though she finally had purpose. As though she found the meaning of why that cat had decided to give her magic. Obviously, it was so she could find her soulmate and live happily ever after, but only after joining with the other team which…really wasn’t that bad of a deal, since she must be doing something right to have earned an upgrade which…however long she had been with the White Moon…it never seemed to come.
When she felt the aura of a White Moon senshi nearby, Tristan thought it through for all of eight seconds before she made her way over, a friendly, welcoming smile on her face. It wasn’t their fault. They weren’t guided well. They had no structure, no anything to keep them focused.
Really, that was the best thing, apart from Gwen that the Negaverse had to offer.
“Good Evening! I’m Sailor Tristan, who might you be?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2022 7:57 pm
Pu,ua,ua felt the aura before she saw the senshi, a chaos aura that was absolutely larger thjan hers, but honestly that didn't bother Pumuamua. She could be easy going, or she could plant a fist in faces -- that generally didn't ruffle her feathers. No, Oumuamua was usually more bothered by people causing trouble or picking fights, although honestly, even that could yeild valuable information on this magic thing. And as much as people would insist 'it's magic, go with it', Oumuamua liked experimenting and seeing what she could do, so when Sailor Tristan approached her view, and was polite? Well Oumuamua was absolutely happy to be friendly. After all, this was not a youma out to eat her, this was a person. "Hi! Sailor Oumuamua. Nice to meet you! Ebjoying your evening?" A lack of hostility put the Senshi in a good mood, more than she was already in, but she was still carefu;. Such as concealing her sphere. Or the incessant magic backfires. THAT stuff needed concealed for safety but general friendliness? Well, why not?
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2022 8:07 pm
Tristan looked rather pleased that the other senshi was acting so friendly in return. It always helped when both sides were willing to give a little. And if she was this friendly, perhaps she would be willing to chit chat and Tristanc could learn whatever she needed to. “It’s nice to meet you Sailor Oumuamua, that’s a fun name to say isn’t it? I feel like I’d end up tongue tied a lot if it were mine.”
She nodded and moved a little closer. “I am, how about you? What are you up to this evening, anything fun?”
For a moment, Tristan had the urge to try her magic on the other senshi…to see what kinds of questions she could get away with asking…obviously neither of them had been willing to give their name but…
“You know, you can Trust Me. I don’t bite. What’s your sphere?”Eos Galvus Trust Me: Tristan holds a hand to her heart, and then extends it out to an opponent. For twenty seconds the opponent will be compelled to trust whatever Sailor Tristan says, with the exception of her saying something that would involve death or side swapping or identity revealing. The opponent must be within a five foot range of Tristan. This attack can be used twice per battle, but they must be different opponents.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2022 8:20 pm
"Me? Science. Experimenting." Oumuamua was more than happy to give the vague truth that she was out and about testing things, a normal past time for the Senshi of Beer.She seemed okay!.... And then she had the oddest impulde to trust the other senshi - which she suspected might not be her own impulse - and she asked her sphere. "...Beer." Really, she couldn't even answer in Japanese! She knew[/i[] Japanese, but Japanese would just be 'Beer' anyhow! SHE. CHEATED. SON OF A b***h. Did she mask her frustration?... No not entirely. She could wait this out. She could deal with this. But sahe wasn't happy a stronger senshi did this!... She probably shouldn't be surprised though. HJow irritating.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2022 8:27 pm
“Beer! What an interesting sphere! Do you make people drunk with your magic?” For all that Tristan wanted to know...she was actually really interested now. This wasn’t some sphere that was vague like trust or obsession…this was beer. Everyone knew what beer was. Beer was a nasty liquid that smelled of pee and most likely didn’t taste much better but.
“I’ve never met a senshi of a drink before, at least not one that I can recall…but…”
She tilted her head to the side, honestly interested. “...If you’re the senshi of beer, why are you in a witch hat? What do witches have to do with beer? Honest question, I normally think of like. Big horses with the beer commercials during the football games, you know?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2022 8:45 pm
.....Was this senshi just really curious?... Well fine, Oumuamua could understand curiousity. She was mad about magicx, but right now she both lacked much choice for a bit longer, and she wasn't entirely sure what to do with this senshi. Somehow, she had a sneaking suspicious karma was making jabs at her right now. "Drunk? No. I think it's older than modern beer." And that meant history! And science! She liked that stuff! And those things Oumuamua was passionate about. "No, actually beer before a certain point was a lot different from beer today. For example the Sumerians had an entire song and goddess foir it but it was somewhat different, then there's Egyptians..." A pause, and she cleared her throat. Fffiiiine, she wouldn't punch the senshi unless she crossed a line, magic or not. She seemed... Mostly Harmless. Sort of like the Hitchiker's Guide3 Trilogy's definition of Earth. "As for the4 hat, I don't wear the hat. I rock the4 hat. As for my appearance and it's relation to my sphere, well, I very well wouldn't wear a Budweiser label on my uniform. And I strongly suspect it's actually rooted in the same thing as modern witches are -- Alewives, who made beer." She nodded, fairly aware she read that. Absolutely after hearing the Deal Alewives skit about Dungeons and Dragons.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2022 9:16 am
“Alewives”
Tristan blinked and looked even more curious, making a mental note to look that up. It wasn’t…anything she had heard of before and now the idea seemed…kind of fun.
“I’ve never heard of any of that, I’m going to have to do some research, like…I’ve never really thought about the history of beer…it’s always just been one of those things…that exists, you know?”
She gave a smile and nodded slowly. “You do rock the hat, I’ll agree with that.” Hesitating for a moment, Tristan glanced away, not wanting to be too friendly to someone who she had used her magic on, even if she was really enjoying the conversation. “I should get going now though. It was lovely to meet you, and I hope that you have a lovely rest of your evening.”
With those words and a nod of her head, Tristan teleported, still trying to get the hang of the tiring action but…
Goodness. She honestly wanted to be friends with that senshi and…that just. Isn’t something that would work out. Starlight was one thing. Starlight had been her friend before but.
…She was a part of the Negaverse now, and she had to start acting like it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2022 12:35 pm
"A long and weird history." Oumuamua agreed. OK. OK, this senshi seemed okay. Maybe they were friendly, and someone was riding them about it. ..... Oumuamua was willing to punch that person instead, people were allowed to make their own personal decisions, and it seemed like a fine thought... Although she'd never know who it was without watching something, the idea amused hewr. And the idea of socking someone even bigger with her fist was absolutely amusing to the senshi, whom found the entire idea absolutely amusing, if likely her usual modus operandi in Dungeons and Dragons. Or the old World of Darkness LARPs. Oumuamua's thoughts returned to the present when Tristan looked away, seeming to suddenly bid a farewell. Oh, already? Damn. Oumuamua was enjoying the conversation and wanted to like this senshi. Really, she couldn't help it if some styronger something was bossing her around, but she supposed she'd rather the other senshi was safe for now. "Oh, okay. See you around." Oumuamua waved, watching Tristan off, before whistling. Oh! Her faction could teleport? Teleporting was neat. Somehow, Oumuamua suspected she'd never do that... Maybe? Probably? Probablym before turning on her heel to make for home herself. This was... Well a nice night, and now she had questions! So many questions.
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