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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2025 1:43 pm
Quote: Takes place at night on June 13th, 2025
Although Clara had awakened as the Sailor Scout of Embarrassment over six years ago, he had been so busy gaining a higher education as a civilian and as the future heir to his family's music technology business, he hadn't had any time to power up into Sailor Clara. Not until that night at the age of 27 at which point he had finally decided he was confident enough to balance his studies with the double life of a senshi in order to aid the White Moon Court - or, at least, try, since he had barely been awakened before and hardly knew what he was doing.
How fitting for the Senshi of Embarrassment, he thought to himself with a sigh, frowning down at his short skirt and heels as he tugged on his hem with one hand and tugged on his long, silver bangs habitually with the other. What am I supposed to do? Embarrass monsters to death?Juliette06 ((Please tell me if there's anything you'd like me to change!))
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2025 2:22 pm
Blarney stifled a yawn as he wandered, not speedily, from rooftop to rooftop. He was doing what was called 'patrolling', apparently, and he was doing it without a partner, in spite of what both Halia and Miss Garde had told him to do. He was nervous, he could (barely) admit to himself - that if he had a patrolling partner, that meant someone else also had him as a patrolling partner, and he didn't know if he was ready to back anyone up yet. He wasn't even sure he was ready to back himself up, but he could handle it if his own boneheadedness hurt him. If his failure ended up with someone else getting hurt, though? That was a whole other ballgame. He was starting to become familiar with the city at night - the rooftops, which until recently had been little more than background dressing, were now familiar. He even had a favorite one (but don't tell the others) that gave him the best overlook to both the city and the stars - the two things that suddenly mattered to him the very most. He was, again, following the now-somewhat-familiar tug that told him powered person nearby. He wished this internal radar system of his came with color-coding, or at least clear labels - were they a Knight? A Senshi? Someone he already knew, or a stranger? It might be a bit much to ask of a radar, but if it could tell him whether or not they were a jerk, that would've been nice too. Not that he'd really met any jerks so far. Maybe there were no jerky good guys? But Blarney found that hard to believe, just going by the law of averages--if Order was the only organization in the entire world--or, evidently, the entire solar system/galaxy/universe that consisted of good guys who were not also sometimes kind of jerks, that was the most magical part of this whole thing. The closest he'd come to a jerk - aside from that witch lady that had scratched his face with her pen, she was definitely a jerk - was Miss Garde, who wasn't so much of a jerk as she was...blunt. Different. Every time he thought about their conversation he found some new thread to tug at, to consider, to turn over in his mind. No, Miss Garde wasn't a jerk - just very, very different than anyone he had met before or since. A few rooftops later, he spotted her--skirt and heels. He could say one thing for his Knight outfit - at least it had sensible shoes. He thought she was probably a Senshi, based on outfit alone - it was more similar to Aruna's than it was to Mason's or any of the other Knights he'd met so far. "Hey there," Blarney called down, sure to keep his voice friendly. "Everything good on your end? Anything exciting going on tonight?" Now that he was closer - he could see that his mental pronoun-assignment had been--presumptuous, perhaps. He felt immediately terrible about it, and opened his mouth to apologize, then shut it again, because he hadn't said anything out loud, and there was no reason to let the person know that he had, possibly, misgendered them. So. They/them until further notice, Blarney decided, firmly, to himself. "I'm Blarney," Blarney added as an afterthought. "Page of Earth. Pretty new to this whole thing, personally, but happy to lend a hand if you need it!" He gave a wide smile and lifted a hand in a friendly wave.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2025 5:44 pm
As soon as he sensed someone coming, large emerald green eyes widened even further as Clara began to panic inwardly. Oh no. What if it was an enemy? What if not an enemy? Wouldn't that be more embarrassing since he would want them to think better of him? Then again, he didn't exactly want to be a laughing stock to his enemies. How was he supposed to fight them if they didn't take him seriously?
To his mixed relief and dread, the stranger seemed to be friendly. Clara tried to smile and let go of his hem long enough to give a little wave up at them. It seemed to be a young man by the sound of his voice, though Clara couldn't make him out very well in the dim light of the street lamps, especially when he was so high up. Maybe he should have done that, too - used the shadows to his advantage rather than stand right under a street lamp himself where he was in plain sight. Him and his whole stupid outfit.
At first he wondered if it would have been less humiliating to pretend to be a girl when he responded, but he doubted he had the acting skill to pull it off and it would be that much more embarrassing if he had been found out as trying to pass himself off as female. Probably best to just be as honest as he could. Maybe the young man would be understanding.
"H-Hello," he called back shyly, his voice somewhat androgynous, but still leaning toward the masculine. His heart-shaped face, large eyes, and long hair all didn't do him any favors conveying the gender he identified as. "I think everything is good. Uh...I think the most exciting thing to happen so far is meeting you," he explained with a small smile. "Thank you for checking. That's very kind." The senshi bowed at the waist in gratitude - a habit carried over from his civilian lifestyle and culture.
Sadly Clara was so caught up inwardly freaking out about how the youth must have been perceiving him that he forgot to introduce himself until the stranger did it first. "A pleasure to meet you, Blarney! I don't know what I might have done if it was someone or something who wanted to fight me. I'm still trying to figure out how all of this works, too." His smile broadened a bit.
"Perhaps we can learn a little together? Maybe even from each other...?" He eyed the other's garments. "A page, huh? Must be nice," Clara added with a wry smile before offering a hand in case Blarney wanted to shake. "I'm Sailor Clara. Senshi of Embarrassment, of all things." He sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time that night. "At least pages probably aren't pages of stupid subjects."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2025 9:25 pm
Blarney tilted his head slightly - Senshi of Embarrassment. Huh, there really was a Senshi for everything, wasn't there? He didn't know they came in conceptual flavors. He actually didn't know anything about what kinds of Senshi there could be, at all, come to think of it; he really only knew Aruna of Earthquakes, but he realized that they couldn't al be related to elements, if there were really as many as Aruna claimed there were. "No, we just get planets," Blarney said with a shrug. "But you guys have magic, at least, right? I just have a stick." Blarney sat on the edge of the rooftop and held his stick up to show Clara. "I think it might actually be easier to embarrass a bad guy to death than..." he gestured vaguely with the stick in a hitting motion, "what I have at the moment, so, yanno, could be worse. Or you could be, like, the Senshi of, I dunno, stamps or something. What would you do then, mail them to the afterlife?" Blarney chuckled and shook his head, refocusing. "I dunno if I have anything to teach you," he admitted with a sheepish smile, "but I'd be happy to help however I can. We're all on the same side, right?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2025 9:41 am
"Planets, huh? That doesn't sound so bad." It made him wonder what kind of powers they had, though, or how they fought their battles since his subject or 'sphere' as it was called was embarrassment and thus his own powers were related to that sphere. Did pages even have powers? Or did they do their fighting more physically?
His question was answered before he could even voice it. Well, sort of answered. "A stick?" he repeated in bewilderment, holding back a laugh behind a smile. He didn't want to seem rude. "But why - how would anyone expect you to fight the forces of chaos with that? Wouldn't it just break?" And he thought his powers were useless. "Do all pages come with...sticks?"
At the mention that Blarney thought it might actually be easier to embarrass a bad guy to death than to try to beat them off with his stick, Clara really did have to laugh, though he automatically put up a hand to politely conceal his mouth behind it out of habit as he did so. "Really? I would have thought a stick might be more useful. But then again, maybe I just don't know how to use my magic properly or something."
His eyes widened again and he burst into another bout of laughter, this one more open than before as he couldn't help himself - even when he tried to clap a hand over his mouth to stop. "Stamps?!" Now there was an idea. The image of a giant rubber stamp showing up from the sky to crush a faceless opponent came to mind. Then again, maybe Blarney was thinking of postage stamps since he commented on 'mailing them to the afterlife', but that just made Clara think of someone covered head to toe in postage stamps like a mummy. He finally had to clutch at his stomach with both arms because it had started to hurt from how much he was laughing.
Forcing himself to calm down, he tried to take deep breaths in order to regain enough oxygen to recompose himself. When he was finally able to stand straight again, he hoped Blarney hadn't thought him too weird for laughing too much. "Sorry about that," he gasped as he panted for more air to recover. "It's just that I haven't been around too many people with a good sense of humor like in a long while. It's...nice."
Beaming, he finally righted himself to stand straight and nodded to the Earth page's question about being on the same side. "That's right. And that's okay; you've already taught me a lot. I knew next to nothing about knights except that they existed. I'm glad we're on the same side." He glanced at the stick in Blarney's possession. "While we're on the topic, though...would you maybe mind showing me how you fight with that? I'm very curious." Clara grinned and pretended to roll up an invisible sleeve. "Maybe I'll just have to find a stick of my very own to fight, too."
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2025 1:48 pm
“Well, now you know next to next to nothing,” Blarney said with a chuckle. He hopped down to join the senshi, landing lightly. “‘Cause honestly, I don’t know if all Pages come with a stick. I don’t think so? But I haven’t actually met–well okay I’ve met one other page, a Page of the Moon, and she did not have a stick. Maybe all Pages of Earth have sticks, ‘cause of…you know, the trees? I dunno.” Blarney shrugged and smiled, because there wasn’t anything he could do about it anyway. “You want to do a lil one v one?” Blarney asked, twirling his stick lightly; he barely managed to avoid hitting himself in the head, because he was incredibly graceful. “Are you gonna make me too embarrassed to fight you?” Blarney wasn’t joking, or mocking; he genuinely wanted to know what he was getting into.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2025 1:50 pm
Kitomyx Laughing again, Clara shook his head in amusement. When Blarney hopped down, he suddenly began to feel self-conscious again and, despite keeping up his cheerful smile, instinctively reached down try to tug the hem of his skirt as low as he could. At this rate, he thought, he might have ended up ripping it. Forcing himself to let go of his skirt hem and wring his nervous hands behind his back instead, he continued to listen to Blarney and nodded in acknowledgement as he did so. Oh…a Page of the Moon? So they weren’t exactly all planets, then. Well, close enough. “A stick because of Earth makes sense. Probably better than a rock or something.” He shrugged with a sheepish smile of his own. “If she didn’t have a stick, what did she have? Or did she not have anything?” Sailor Clara asked curiously, tilting his head, before realizing maybe he was overstepping his bounds inquiring about such a thing. “Oh, sorry; not that you need to tell me, of course.” Perhaps there were things about pages that senshi weren’t supposed to know; secret page things only for other pages to tell one another. Or maybe he just didn’t feel like saying. When Blarney asked if he would have liked to do a one-on-one, Clara brightened. “That would be…I would be very grateful,” he assured the page, admiring with awe and wonder how gracefully the other young man twirled his stick. The silver-haired senshi thought he probably wouldn’t have been able to manage grace like that if he practiced for a thousand years. But Blarney’s question snapped him out of his trance. “Sorry? O-oh, uh…let’s see…what did my magic do again?” he muttered, trying to remember. It had been too many years. “Something with illusions, I think. It can’t change your emotions, so if you don’t get embarrassed easily, then it wouldn’t really work on you. But…I think…” He began to giggle, suddenly recalling a memory and murmuring something shyly that definitely included the word, ‘underwear’.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2025 1:55 pm
Blarney raised his eyebrows, a short laugh escaping his lips. "You're going to illusion my underwear?" Blarney asked, a kind grin on his face. "That's some heavy stuff. Sure, let's...well, I don't want to do anything about underwear in the middle of the street," he said, "because otherwise we'll have a whole other problem to deal with, and I don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure. Even illusory indecent exposure." Blarney shook his head.
"C'mon, the park I practice at isn't far from here. I found a pretty abandoned area, so it should be pretty quiet this time of night," he said, gesturing with his stick as he began to walk toward the park, hoping the senshi would follow.
"The Page of the Moon - she had a necklace," Blarney added as they walked, having remembered there was something else the senshi had asked. "It had a little--" he gestured, vaguely. "One of those twisty things that they measure time with? With the sand? At least my stick can hit things, hers seemed mostly good for like boardgames or maybe games of chess or something." He shook his head, fondly - Howick hadn't needed her necklace to do anything to teach him a few things. "But she found other ways to get her licks in. She's been doing this a little longer than me, I'm still pretty new."
He paused, glancing at the senshi, how uncomfortable he seemed. "What about you? Is this new for you, too?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2025 12:56 am
As soon as Blarney mentioned illusioning his underwear out loud, eyebrow raised, Roka immediately turned as bright red in complexion as his skirt and looked away. He could feel the page's kind grin, but that only made him feel all the more embarrassed. He felt like such a loser in front of someone who was taking everything in stride and so gracefully - graceful not just physically with his movements, but with his manners too.
"I-I can't be sure that's what it does," he was quick to tell Blarney. "It's been so long and I haven't used it on a lot of people. But it's definitely possible. I think it might have to do with whatever type of illusionary clothing might embarrass people, so naturally, for many of them, it's their underwear." Still red in the face, he peered at Blarney out the corner of his vision. "A-are you sure you still want to fight? I'd hate to be rude...not that...it seems like you would be the sort to be embarrassed by anything." He tugged on his bangs, staring at them while adding, "You seem so confident."
If only he knew how to be like that. Maybe this whole senshi thing wouldn't have been so bad after all. Would he ever be as cool as Blarney, though? It seemed hard to imagine.
It seemed that despite the threat of the underwear illusion Blarney didn't seem to be daunted by the idea of sparring with Clara which only made Clara admire him all the more. Still blushing, he followed after the page as best he could with his click-clacking heels, glad for once to have had some practice with them when he used to play dress-up with his sisters a long time ago. "Oh, thank goodness," he sighed in relief, grateful for Blarney's greater knowledge of the city than his own. "But...you won't mind...? I mean, I know it won't be out in the open, but...I would still be someone to see..."
Underwear is just like swimwear. Underwear is just like swimwear, he told himself mentally, trying and failing not to imagine Blarney in either. Humiliated by his own lack of self-discipline he pulled on his bangs harder and slapped his hands to his face. Why did he have to be this way?! Mentally, he apologized to Blarney over and over as he tried to redirect his focus to what the page was saying about the Page of the Moon.
"Oh! An hourglass?" he asked, intrigued by the idea. A necklace with an hourglass pendant...how interesting. "Yeah...I wonder how she fights."
He was jolted out of his thoughts of the Moon Page by Blarney's question, then laughed. "What gave it away?" he asked spreading his arms with a self-depreciating grin. "I've been lucky, though. Being able to meet people like you more often than...well. Enemies, I suppose."
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