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 Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2025 9:29 am
Creeping from Headquarters and venturing out into Destiny City proper, Cuan sighed. Creating a wholeass (to steal a turn of phrase from her senshi) AI that looked and, to some degree, felt real was exhausting stuff. And she was still missing so many elements. The silly thing moved like something out of a cheap horror movie. What she needed was a body model to train the AI on, but her hunt for volunteers had, thus far, yielded nothing.
Not to mention that she was beginning to suspect that she’d need a piece of Saiph (planet, not senshi) to keep the program stable long enough to do what she needed it to do. She’d have to run the numbers again, but so far everything was pointing to her needing to coax her girl back up to her homeworld for a visit.
The kitten was so wrapped up in her own thoughts and worries, that her brain had sort of glossed over the various energies and auras within the city. Which should not have been much of an issue, except for the fact that she had wandered directly into the path of someone powerful and was risking being launched across the sidewalk.
Rejam thank u for your patience ♥
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2025 6:33 pm
Joy, for all she was clothed in all her Knightly glory, was still learning the vagaries of the energy signatures of Mauvians. And her attention was elsewhere, in any case - dwelling on the uncomfortable feeling that to be out and about was now to possibly court some sort of negative attention that would not be so easy to recover from. Perversely, her new power, rather than investing her with more confidence, had only made her feel more paranoid, and she had resisted visiting it in Destiny City until tonight, and it felt more like an experimental excursion than anything else. So it was that at first she noticed nothing but a cat -a kitty, as her mind joyously supplied - and did not register the tell-tale signs that it was not just a cat until she had already - oh, dignity! - knelt down and extended her fingers with an excited "pspsps" sound. "Oh, my god," she said, immediately realizing her error. "I'm so sorry."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2025 9:11 am
The first hint that she really, really needed to pay better attention and not let her problems take over was the human hand extending towards her followed by ‘pspsps’. Startled, Cuan reared away, back hunching just as the woman, no wait, the knight, in front of her looked utterly horrified and began apologizing. Relieved that she hadn’t just begun hissing and batting instinctively with a paw, Cuan blinked once, sat down and tilted her head up to look at the knight. How had she missed a knight of all things? It was embarrassing, frankly.
“This is what I get for focusing too hard,” she muttered to herself. Then, she seemed to rally, giving her tiny body a shake before assuming a more graceful posture and nodding graciously.
“I believe the fault should be split equally,” she said. “I wasn’t watching where I was going and I am rather small. I suppose that it would make it harder to see my star until you were right there.”
It was probably the closest to an apology that Cuan was likely to give. Besides, she answered to the siren call of the pspspsps with Saiph when they were playing. Or when random civilians simply saw Smol Cat and wanted to pet the cute little stray. She was wandering around in cat form. It would be beyond silly to take offense to being treated as a cat.
“You may still pet me if you like,” she offered. Standing up, she stretched and yawned. “There is a very itchy spot on my back that I can't quite reach. I’d be quite grateful if you’d oblige…?”
She moved a little closer and really looked at the knight. Greens and browns, crossed circles. Granted this one was much fancier than she’d encountered thus far.
“Hrmmm. Earth knight, is it? Lovely to meet you.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2025 11:14 am
As far as Joy was concerned, there were only two good things about the whole Destiny City Bullshit situation: the uniform, and talking cats. This was an especially high quality talking cat, with a juxtaposition between her somewhat formal speech and her dainty kittenish appearance that had Joy mentally reminding herself that this was a sapient being worthy of dignity and respect and that it would not be polite to erupt into a pained squeal. Her thoughts had been frantically running ahead trying to devise some polite way to ask if she could pet, only for the cat herself to offer it up and save her the trouble. She managed to put a damper on her inward enthusiasm and a second urge to squeal, instead reaching out and obligingly offering her scratchy fingers, which had the advantage of coming with meticulously kept and somewhat pointy acrylics. She was, in fact, sort of walking catnip in uniform: all intriguingly warm furry texture and abundant soft lap and scritchy-scratchy nails and lots of little dangling stringy bits everywhere, right down to her weapon. It was a bit of a shame that she'd spent way more time running into dogs that were actually youma than she had running into cats that were actually spacefaring magical people. "Yes. Joyeuse Garde," she said, although the French accent lapsed back out as she offered the less complicated nickname instead. "But Joy, preferably. I haven't met very many of you - not enough to remember to keep an eye out, I guess."
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