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 Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2024 5:14 pm
A lot of things could be expected to show up on aura senses while running around Destiny City powered up. Youma, of course—they had to eat, and Muri couldn’t fault them for that when it wasn’t their fault that they were youma. But until such time as somebody figured out a way for youma to exist without feeding on other sapient beings (if something like that was even possible), youma did still need to be stood against in the interests of the greater collective good. In a similar vein, Mirror senshi and Negaverse operatives, Muri expected to run into while spending his Friday night saving people and hunting things.
“The magical girl business,” he thought to himself as he jumped from the rooftop of a used books-and-music store to the rooftop of a cute little flower shop. Muri didn’t much like the part of his brain that thought about such things. Mostly because it was a riff on an old line from Supernatural and sometimes, Muri really liked to pretend that he hadn’t spent a truly, truly, truly unconscionable amount of time and energy writing fanfiction about that show with the good cheekbone-having, growly white men who all spectacularly failed at radiating any vibes that felt remotely adjacent to heterosexuality (especially Dean, Muri’s fondness for whom made his cheeks burn with shame whenever he recalled that Dean’s alleged favorite magazine was called Busty Asian Beauties).
Feeling a Chaos Mauvian aura on the senses, though…… That was something special.
Something unquestionably worth following, Murikabushi told himself as he did just that, hopping down onto a fire escape and from there, down onto a dumpster, and then onto the pavement. The aura felt close, though not in this exact alley. Didn’t take long to find the source, though, just a few rows down. When he saw the cat attached to the aura, with her familiar, mismatched black and white ears bathed in moonlight, Murikabushi stopped in his tracks, feeling his breath catch in his throat.
“……Soya-hime?”
Maybe he didn’t have the right to call her that anymore. Nevertheless, Murikabushi said her name and the affectionate “princess” suffix fondly, but respectfully. Maybe they were on different sides now, but Mauvians deserved the utmost respect regardless of their faction, he felt pretty sure. Soyala, in particular, deserved nothing less than the best.
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2024 1:52 am
Soyala....wasn't sure what she was doing.
In the immediate, of course, she knew. she was taking a break from hunting Senshi to clean her paws, a necessary bit of maintenance. Slightly more broadly, she was doing her duty to the Negaverse, seeking out new recruits because that was what a guardian cat did, it was her purpose, and if she wasn't fulfilling her purpose, what was she doing.
So, alright, perhaps the "what" was....more solid. It was the "why" that Soyala was really struggling with. Which was terrible. Treasonous. Messy. It was not her job to ask why. It was her job to search out new Senshi, and bring them to Metallia's glory, and....
And....
....and watch them leave, seemed to be the ending more often than not.
Quartz. Idrialite. Elsa. Murikabushi. Negaverse or Dark Mirror, it felt as if every time Soyala attached herself to someone, they left her. Which perhaps meant that she was the problem, and--
Soyala smacked her paw against her own nose. She needed to stop. There was no purpose in ruminating, except for making herself mad.
She needed to pay better attention, too--there was an Order Senshi, and she spun, back up, ready to be fierce, but--
"Murikabushi?" As soon as he said her name, she knew, for certain. And oh, he looked...
He looked...good.
Her hackles went down, and she sat back on her haunches, ears dropping.
"Is that really you?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2024 9:45 am
“Does anybody else in your life swish around with drama like this,” Murikabushi said, intending to gently, playfully tease but ending up with a somewhat more earnest tone than he’d had in mind when he’d opened his mouth. He couldn’t help it. He hadn’t seen Soyala for a while prior to his purification, and definitely hadn’t seen her since then, and regardless of what sides they were on, Muri still very much felt like Her Senshi. Had Mirrorspace tried playing the Soya-hime card instead of the Elsa and Faustite cards during that whole argument, Muri might have found it harder to stay.
Fortunately, the alley in which they’d found themselves had milk crate boxes, so Muri could sit and didn’t need to loom over Soya quite so much. He approached her respectfully but without any reservations. Sure, it occurred to him that someone else could have tried to set up a trap using a Mauvian as a lure……but he knew that Soya-hime wouldn’t willingly be part of any plan like that. Plus, he didn’t feel any other energy signatures around, so it was probably safe to just trust that Soyala was out here alone and they could spend some time together. Even if only for a little while, that was better than nothing.
“I’ve got something for you,” he said warmly, reaching to rummage for the little gift bag in his subspace so he could set it out for her. Made of sparkly paper, a similar shade of lilac to the ribbons on Soya-hime’s outfit when she went in humanoid form, the bag had waited in Murikabushi’s subspace since the past winter. “Part of it is a gift card, which I didn’t like doing? But I didn’t want to have anything go bad in my subspace before I could find you.”
Specifically, the gift card was to Nagisa’s, a local family-owned Japanese place, and it would be good for plenty of the smoked salmon that Soyala liked. In addition to the gift card, though, amidst the sparkly dark blue gift paper, she would find: a little journal with art on the cover of a cat leaping over a star; a pair of hand-knitted scarves, one long and lilac, sized more for her human form, while the other was shorter and dark blue, sized more for a kitty; and a pair of little plush friends that Murikabushi had made in Aunt Naoko’s style, crocheting the body, stuffing them, and stitching them together.
Toward the bottom of the bag, the larger of the plush friends was one of the dragon-winged wolf-beasts he’d seen in some of Airan’s memories, some of them kept captive in the palace like Airan himself and others all over the heraldic iconography that ancient Murikabushi had associated with the senshi. Closer to the top, though, was a smaller friend, a recreation of the butterfly that had landed on Muri’s hand when he’d taken Sonora up to see his home-world, with the shocking pink heart shapes on the otherwise black wings.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2024 2:17 am
Of course it was really him. He was right, no one else was quite so much, in all the most wonderful ways.
"You are singular in that aspect, yes. And in many others." She padded up to him. Ought not to, because it was bad for her to be too involved with someone on the other side. She ought to be running away and reporting his treason. But...
But she didn't want to. This was Murikabushi, who had been so kind to her. who had wanted to know her, not just the Guardian Cat who provided his pen and his power, but the person she was. Who had understood her, and been kind, and clearly still cared.
So when he produced his little bag, she made a noise of delight, and shifted, briefly, into her humanoid form.
"I can't stay like this for long," she said, "considering how dramatic a human Mauvian's aura is, but--" she picked up the gift bag, and while she didn't pull anything out, she did rummage around, getting a good look at all the lovely things inside. "I think I need thumbs to properly appreciate this."
And she did, running her fingers over the soft yarn of the two crocheted plushes, the scarves, the journal--all so carefully hand-picked.
"You really are too kind, Murikabushi," she said, smiling in a fond but desperately sad sort of way.
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