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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 8:29 pm
Ever since his epiphany and visiting Headquarters, Logan had been absolutely thrilled with the idea of guiding young, magical minds in their journey of self-discovery and recovery of planets/wonders/et all and whatever. But he'd frustratingly yet to meet any of these magical individuals, and he was beginning to get a little put out. He wanted to be cool! Or to at least meet another cat! But he figured everyone needed to be very, very good at hiding. Still, it disappointed him. So he decided to do the very dangerous thing of venturing out on his own like he was some common street cat. With deadly consequences. He yowled as he fled from the gaping, chomping maw that threatened to snatch him by his tail and swallow him whole. He wasn't sure exactly what the creature was, only that the youma was mostly sort of dog-like in a sickly fashion he didn't want to think about. Eventually, he passed a couple of people out and about, but he paid them no heed, only worried about his own hide and scream-yowling the entire way. What a way to go, he reflected distantly, barely a week after gaining higher thought, turning the rusty wheels of his brain that lit up an entirely different set of thoughts than those of a normal cat.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2025 10:21 pm
Mason and Madeline had never been huge nightlife people, but in an ironic twist, Mason's near-fatal youma interaction had made him all the more determined to enjoy what Destiny City after dark had to offer, because he refused to let the fact that magical monsters existed keep him locked in his house after sunset like some kind of lame reverse-vampire.
Besides. It was almost summer, and it didn't get dark until like ten o'clock anyway, and there was a late showing of a really good movie, which meant that when Mason refused to 'just watch it on streaming when it comes out', as his eternally sensible sister urged him, he ended up buying them both tickets, because she refused to let him out unsupervised.
Given that he'd met an alien a few days before, that was not entirely unjustified.
"I wonder," Mason began as they left the theater, "if with all the stuff going on in this town, I wonder if vampires are real too--"
He was cut off from further wondering when a screaming shadow whizzed past them, making just an unholy kind of noise; even Madeline flinched next to him.
"What was--"
Then came another shadow.
This one, Mason recognized.
"Stay here!" Mason said, before he none-too-gently shoved his sister backwards, back into the theater, where it seemed like it might be remotely safe - surely dogmonsters couldn't open doors, and other people would try to stop it if it tried to break them down, right?
Mason took off at a run after the creature, the part of his brain that made rational decisions clearly left behind with Madeline, because what was he doing running toward one of the things that had almost eaten him alive not even a month before?
But he couldn't let that thing eat an innocent cat either. At least, Mason was like, 80% sure that the screaming thing was a cat--but whatever it was, it didn't want to get eaten, and that was enough for Mason.
The pair of them rounded a corner and crashed their way into a park. Mason couldn't see them that well now, but he could hear them, so he kept running toward the noises.
This would turn out to be something of a mistake. Because the dogthing and the cat it was chasing? They were no longer running away from Mason.
They were headed straight for him.
Mason looked around frantically, terrified, and grabbed the nearest stick he saw - he wasn't sure if he was going to try and beat the dogthing over the head with it or see if it wanted to play fetch, but it was better than just standing there and getting eaten--
The cat ran between his legs.
Mason squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip on the stick and braced for impact.
Nothing came.
...Was he dead without even feeling it?
Mason peeked one eye open, then the other, frowning deeply in confusion.
The dogmonster was still there, but it had also paused for the moment, apparently as surprised as Mason was. Mason took advantage of the moment and looked down at himself, making sure the dogmonster hadn't like sucked his heart out with its tongue and he just hadn't noticed or something, and Mason--
Yelped. Rather undignifiedly, but he wouldn't tell anyone about that part.
Because he was no longer wearing his 'Encourage-mints' t-shirt with little anthropomorphic mints carrying supportive signs. He was no longer wearing his black jeans. He was no longer wearing his Converse. He was wearing...
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...
Mason patted his head.
Was that a flower crown???
Mason looked at the stick, still clutched tightly in his hand. It now looked far less like a dropped branch from any of the trees nearby in the park - it looked much...older, somehow, sturdier.
...But he still didn't think it would be enough to fight off a dogmonster, which was definitely looking at him, now, rather than the cat, and Mason's heart started beating triple-time.
So Mason did what any brand new Page of Earth (how did he know that's what he was?? what did those words even mean??) would do in this situation, and...
Ran. Fast. Faster than he had ever run in his life. He had absolutely no idea were the cat had gone and he didn't have time to find out, because now the dogmonster was lazer-locked on its new target: Mason himself.
However fast he was running - and he was running - he could hear the thing behind him, and it was gaining. He couldn't outrun it; he'd get eaten. So he veered off the main street and--
Jumped.
Now, Mason was a cheerleader. He could do some pretty impressive acrobatics, in the right situation, with appropriately-protective mats and medics nearby.
But even the most talented cheerleader, he was pretty sure, could not leap onto the nearest roof.
"What's happening!!!" Mason yelled to no one in particular, immediately upon landing--stumbling, really--onto the roof. He looked down at himself again--gloves? Arm-guard thingies? Pouches with insignia on them??
"Okay, okay, okay," Mason said to himself, trying to force his breathing to its regular rate. "It's fine, we're fine, the monster probably didn't get you, or the cat, maybe this is a weirdo dream, I should call...I can't call anyone, because I don't have my phone, because I have a flower crown somehow and..."
Mason collapsed immediately onto his rear-end, a jumble of exhausted, confused, overwhelmed limbs that had never run so fast or jumped so far. What 'Page of Earth' meant Mason had no idea, but it was ringing in his head like a bell, like a song he couldn't shake.
He found he couldn't let go of the stick; it was the only part of this whole thing that felt remotely real to him at the moment.
Well, that and the flower crown.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2025 6:23 pm
Logan changed direction once he realized that the person he'd whizzed by had powered up into a Page. He jumped up onto a little fence, then went from windowsill to windowsill, slowly making his way up the building to the roof where the guy had gone, shouting semi-incoherently about this being a weird dream. Oh, hells, the guy was just as new as himself. Well. At least he was finally meeting a powered person! "Hi! Welcome to the world of magical stuff," Logan said to him, panting slightly and stretching to cool down his muscles after all that running. "You look like a Page of Earth! Very nice. I'm Logan, Guardian Cat, also called a Mauvian, and that horrible dog thingy is a Chaos monster called a youma, can you kill it, please?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2025 10:00 pm
"BAH!" Mason yelped, jumping a full six inches away from the voice - oh god could the youma talk was he about to die--
--he had to do complicated arm-flail to keep himself from falling off the whole entire roof--
--and then Mason's eyes found the source of the voice. Blinked. Blinked again. Nope, it didn't make sense the longer he looked. It was a cat. The cat he had chased after, in fact, he was pretty sure.
The cat was now talking to him.
The cat was now talking.
Calling him a Page of Earth, a series of words which had popped into Mason's own head fully formed not five minutes ago, completely inexplicably.
"Wh...wh..." Mason tried, his mouth working but no words coming out--speechless, for perhaps the first time ever in his entire life. "What? No! I can't kill it!" Mason gaped at the cat, and he started to tell the cat--Logan??--that he should go kill it, but Mason figured that he would have, if he could have, rather than running halfway all over creation.
Mason could hear the youma snarling down on the ground, sniffing big ugly wet sniffs as it hunted for them. Apparently it was not very smart, or observant, both of which made Mason feel incredibly grateful toward whatever made youma the way that they were.
"...I have a friend," Mason said, seemingly apropros of nothing - then blinked and shook his head. "I mean, a--a friend who could kill that thing, but I don't--" Mason patted his leather pouches, fingers brushing over the unknown sigils that were embedded into them. "I don't exactly have my phone on me. Also, how did you know what I am and also how are you talking?"
Mason had had a lot of surprising experiences over the past few weeks - meeting that first youma and then Sailor Aruna immediately after. Going on his first date (unrelated to the first two things). Manifesting a flower crown out of literally nowhere.
But a talking cat? That had simply not been on his bingo card, by any stretch of the imagination.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2025 8:13 pm
Logan hummed, frowning a little at the Page and tilting his head. "Guardian cat, magical being that defies all logic of normal cats," he said, a little slower this time. "Except for the part where I am very small and susceptible to attacks by big monsters, that's pretty much normal for all cats and Guardian cats. Also, I knew what you were by your outfit. You have the symbols of Earth on ya, and the colors for it, too." He peered over the edge of the roof, shifting on his paws when he saw the youma slobbering at the bottom, braying up at them. "Seriously, please kill it, you're powerful now. Didntcha notice you were on a roof? You jumped up here, dude. It's kinda small, I bet if you kicked the s**t out of it, it would die. I could stun it for a couple seconds with my laser first, if that would help."
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2025 10:01 am
The symbols of Earth. Mason looked down at his chest and touched the cross-hatched metal circle there that was holding these new leather strappy bits together; it was on his purse....pouch...thingy, too, and the fancy new wrist-guards that rested on his arms.
"Wait, you had a laser the entire time?" Mason demanded, momentarily bypassing the fact that it was a cat talking about shooting it with its laser. Then the rest of what the cat said sunk in - you're powerful now.
Wasn't this what he'd been secretly wanting, in his most hidden heart of hearts? A way to fight, like Aruna and Hugbell and the others did? He didn't think he could make the earth rise up or a teddybear blow up to eighteen times its normal size, but...
Well, the cat was right. He had leapt onto a rooftop in a single bound like some kind of Superman, so...
"Okay," Mason said, voice serious and hard for the first time - he barely recognized the sound himself. He stood up, dusted himself off, and took a deep breath. "Alright. You....do your laser thing," he said, to a cat, which was a very normal sentence, "and then I'll...I'll kill it, I guess. I can do that." Maybe. Hopefully. Please.
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