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Post by Logan on May 26, 2009 21:21:59 GMT -5
(Another story I just started in EW. When Usagi replies, I'll be sure to post her response as I've done in the past with other work) Tokyo, Japan
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"These shoes!" they exchanged smiles, both excited over their new foot wear. Kei and Mari had been life long friends, first developing their friendship during after school periods of play and learning to ride bicycles. No secrets were ever kept from each other, it wasn't a rule of relationship, opening up to one another just felt easy. They could've passed for sisters.
Kei. An only child. She was born into a wealthy family, a family caring enough to teach her decent manors and not let her wonder into the life of a rich snob. For better words, she was raised 'proper'. A polite child brought up in a generation of hate, war fare, hunger, the black hearts of people, the way any generation went, and yet.. she was one of the few kind hearts. One of those real good honest people. Not that they were exactly a dime a dozen, her story only differed because with her, she had more benefits at time of birth than a third of the worlds population had. Her baby crib would be sparkled with the most expensive crafts and toys an infant could want, but not fully get. The warm heart that drove her graciousness and respect for others who didn't share her rich life style was how she met...
Mari. Raised by everyone but her parents. As an infant, she was found by a junkyard worker savaging through used and good steel. Literally a junkyard baby. Her early childhood memories belonged to a orphan house, the one with scheduled strict rules and beds that sat side by side. It didn't bother her. Why would it? She had no true self awareness of the situation, for all she knew the janitorial staff man who came in at morning to mop the bathrooms was her Dad and the kitchen cook was her Mother. Rather she was too young to know or not, the orphanage she stayed in was one big fantasy land where all the children were magically born and cared for. It was then, that she met her parents, not her actual real ones, the identity of them remains unknown. No, she met a loving and caring couple who claimed her for their own. They faired out okay finically, clothes were kept on her back, and she was well fed. No matter how hard life may have felt on her, she remained decent, a good hearted person full of love. Around five years old, it was at that point in her life when she met another who's heart was just as warm. Kei.
This Saturday afternoon spent at the mall gossiping over love interests and bouncing off the walls over shoe sales only came natural for the pair. They were, in their own right, the queens of the weekend shopper society. Without appealing products for spastic teens such as themselves to drool over, the mall wouldn't be anything. The brand new shoes felt comfortable on their ritual weekend stroll through the shopping establishment.
"Hi."
A horrible fashioned man clad in purple spoke out amongst himself, the sight of his style was enough to make the two girls stop in curiosity. He sipped away at a public water fountain, back turned to Mari and Kei. After arching a brow to his choice of clothes and staring at one another they planned to carry on their shopping tour and pass him off as another outside freak who wondered into their kingdom of shoes and boys. However, he spoke out again still not acknowledging the duo behind him, the man's strange English mid western accent stopped them once more. "Any of you speak English?" The two friends both knew Kei did when they looked upon another and nodded, of course she did, it was naturally taught to her, accustom of her life style. "Yes." Kei spoke up. His finger slid off the button that provided cool drinking water. "And you?" Mari's answer was in Japanese, which only confirmed she didn't.
The eyes of Mari grew wide in her short glimpse of the man spinning around and lounging at her. It was his ghost face, racoon eyes and terrifying scarred mouth that kept her a statue. The stranger aggressively pushed Mari over the guard rail on the upper level of the mall floor. Kei watched. She watched Mari scream and kick to her death that lied on hard tiled floors forty feet below. The commotion stirred on bottom levels, the clown grabbed Kei by her arm and pulled her out of sight from the shoppers below. Mari and Kei. Two partners. Two of a kind. Two best friends. Two lives spilt apart by a murdering clown just looking for laughs in Tokyo. It hit her all too hard, she could do nothing but stare at the floor, an empty feeling burning inside with emotionless tears streaming down her cheek. Why did this bastard with clown make up murder her friend? What gawd damn motive did he have? |
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Post by Logan on Jul 6, 2009 22:21:21 GMT -5
(reply from Usagi)
A hushed sigh escaped her parted lips as she slowly wandered through the various stores of the Shibuya mall. Fighting the urge to yawn, she fished a pink cell phone out of her pocket and clicked it open, making a face at the time. All she had wanted to do was enjoy a nice relaxing day without worrying about senshi things, but apparently even that was too much to hope for. She had just come out of yet another electronics store with the intent of heading to the food court to see about lunch when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened considerably as she took in the scene in front of her; some nutcase in purple had just. . . no! That was too horrible to even think about. Rather than stick around to see what else he might decide to do, she quickly glanced around and rushed into a nearby restroom. After checking all the stalls, she locked the door and called out her henshin phrase. In a flurry of pink light and feathers, Tsukino Usagi was replaced with the pretty suited sailor soldier - Sailor Moon.
That accomplished, she quickly unlocked the door and rushed out of the room, somehow managing to do so quickly despite her ridiculous wings, and took off for where she had last seen the purple-clad man. It was a bit odd to see a phage in a public place like this, and after so long with nothing of the sort happening too! Of course, she was only assuming it was a phage. There was also the possibility that it was just a plain old youma. But that didn't make much sense to her, considering the fact that she didn't see anyone else around that looked to be out of the ordinary. Well, it wasn't her place to try and rationalize these things, it was just her job to try and stop them before they hurt anyone. Unfortunately she hadn't been quick enough to save that little girl. . . but she would have to content herself with the fact that she would stop this monster before it had a chance to hurt anyone else! It was the best she could do really and that would have to be good enough. Well, there was only so much she could do; she was only one woman after-all!
"A mall is a nice place to spend the afternoon shopping with family and friends. Interrupting that to terrorize young girls on their shopping trip is unforgivable! In the name of the Moon, I'll punish you!" she called, striking a noble pose and narrowing her eyes at the Joker as she waited for him to turn around and acknowledge her presence.
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Post by Logan on Aug 6, 2009 22:40:31 GMT -5
(reply from self) Obviously figuring that sudden little forced leap of faith would ignite some type of fire in a local..
..hero..
Became a reason why he didn't send Kei over the ledge after her life long friend. No, he actually needed the little mall sponge alive in the 'breathing-walking-flesh'. He was in Tokyo, after all, and there would more than likely be a language barrier between any upstanding citizen and himself. So, for this, she remained clinched in his grasp among the land of the living. The girls tragic end from the second floor down triggered the expected; a instant panic and shocking uproar. The soft stomached witnesses of murder tripped over their feet in scrambling confusion. The 'word' of the messy scene spread quicker than a porn stars legs, people either ran from their current store shop to have a glimpse or to just exit and get as far away from the aroma of death as possible. Nervous screams and desperate chatter was the only sound the mall heard, it was the only sound the Joker felt content with. A few concerning faces came feet within the corpse to examine any hopeful signs of life. Nothing. They peeked up from her falling point realizing the fall was too extremely too high and fatal for anyone to survive. Those careful observers soon caught a glimpse of who was behind this afternoon mayhem... a cheery clown leaned over the second floor guard rail; smiling and happily waving to the baffled on lookers. He kept Kei loosely tucked to his side, who, was too currently sedated with this nightmare to try and escape.
The traditional and primary accent of Japan fluttered behind him in a stern tone, he didn't quite understand what exactly was being said, but, he knew it was being directed to him. Ah, the mouse has sniffed out the cheese. Smiling with satisfaction, he held onto Kei spinning her around with him.
..What?
A young attractive blonde girl wearing a sailor outfit with hair long enough to enjoy a personal game of 'jump rope' whenever desired. His lips couldn't help but stay perked, the red covered scars couldn't help but stay stretched. He urgently looked to his hostage human translator. She screeched, closing her tear eyes tight not catching on to what he wanted from her. Pushing a sharp blade to her ear he threatened to slice it off in a playful tone that would confuse any 'hostage', "What did she say?"
""A mall is a nice place to spend the afternoon shopping with family and friends. Interrupting that to terrorize young girls on their shopping trip is unforgivable! In the name of the Moon, I'll punish you!"
The Joker amusingly laughed... who wouldn't? It was hard to think she was actually serious, though, the hands-on-hips stance and furrowed brows definitely implied she was. Nearly jumping in place with a squeak he happily shifted his look from Usagi down to Kei, whispering in her ear, encouraging her to speak for him with a sharp knife. Kei desperately looked to Usagi relaying the clowns message with pleading eyes. "Are you neatly kept in the malls security closet for moments like this? If so--" she continued, her speaking for the Joker 'screamed awkward'. "--Perhaps you could let this slide and point me into the direction of the sporting goods department." briefly pausing, he further encouraged her to finish, "Haha... haha... haha." |
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Post by Hotdog Mascot on Oct 29, 2009 0:13:17 GMT -5
(Usagi reply)
She didn't honestly know what she had been expecting when she had first come running, but the reality of what she saw before her far outweighed anything she could have come up with. It had been such a long time since she had been forced to henshin at all that she was honestly hoping that the peace they had worked so hard for had finally come. Unfortunately, it seemed as though she was mistaken. It was probably just ridiculous to keep hoping for that peace they'd been promised, especially after everything that had happened. They had all been told that she was to marry Mamoru and that very act would bring about the birth of Crystal Tokyo. Unfortunately (or fortunately, in Usagi's opinion), she and Mamoru had not married. In fact, they hadn't even been together for several years, even before Seiya had come back the first time. It was probably just a stroke of very good luck that had led Seiya to her for the second time, and now that she had found the raven-haired woman again there was no way she was going to let her go. But now was really not the time to be thinking about all of that.
There were more important things to worry about right at this moment than how much she absolutely adored the other woman. For the time being she really had no idea what to say. It wasn't that she had been hoping to scare the clown away with her speech, because really it never happened that way, but would it have been so much to ask that it at least act even a little bit remorseful over what it had just done? It wasn't exactly the most intimidating thing, standing around and spouting off speeches at the enemy when she could have been attacking, but really it was more of a habit than anything. Besides, she had also noticed the fact that there was another innocent girl right there with the clown she believed to be a phage. If she wasn't careful, she might be responsible for another innocent life being lost, and that was something she didn't want to have to even think about. The blond couldn't help but notice the way the phage continued to smile , as though he thought that pushing girls over rails to their deaths was the most amusing thing in the world. To be honest, that thought made her want to cry, but she couldn't do that. She had to be strong and deal with this on her own.
At the sound of his laughter, she could only blink. What on earth was so funny about this? She found herself staring at his sudden outburst and despite the desire to be strong in the face of danger, she took a small step backward. To be honest, this entire situation was more than confusing to her. What possible reason could a phage have for keeping this girl around anyway? This wasn't how things were normally done, not that she was some kind of expert on phage behavior now, but still, after so long she had come to expect a certain routine, and the fact that it seemed to have changed was just odd to her. When Kei began to speak, she switched her attention from the clown to the girl. Unfortunately, the girl's words didn't really help the situation much and her brows furrowed as she glanced from one to the other. Was it really too much to hope for a normal day at the mall? She did notice the look in Kei's eyes and after a moment she seemed to catch onto what was going on. "No!" she shouted at the clown. "Let her go!" So it was doubtful that he would listen to a thing she said, but she figured it couldn't hurt to try and reason with him first.
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Post by Hotdog Mascot on Oct 29, 2009 0:14:02 GMT -5
(reply from self)
He narrowed his eyes, the shouts in Japanese annoyed his ears, but, nevertheless he wished to communicate before they played. Once again, Joker toyed the switchblade over Kei's cheek. She helplessly nodded hoping he'd spare her life if she did what he wanted her to. Why object? With the death of her friend, she knew this guy had no reason to bluff. After a few words that began in stutter, Kei translated and relayed Usagi's jabbering back to Joker. Let her go? He smirked with amusement, the ruby red tears in his cheeks slightly stretching open. He had trouble just considering such a demand, no intentions existed of simply handing his human translator over. Though, after taking a peek over the second floor ledge that lead down to the first, letting her go actually didn't sound like a bad idea. Ha! Usagi had class after all. Maybe she only wore the cheesy sailor costume to throw people off. He played with the idea in his head for a bit. Would Usagi laugh and join him in a triumphant embrace if he acknowledged her pun and sent Kei twenty feet below to a concrete death bed? H'm. No way, just look at that little pose she's holding; heroes written all over it. He suspected she wouldn't be so excited about that little fantasy like he would.
Honestly, the Joker had no idea what he was going to do next, he only hoped that whatever it was he'd be able to get a good laugh out of it and enjoy himself. Nothing specific had been planned when he entered this mall earlier and decided to murder someone. He found himself accidentally strangling Kei, the arm grasping her throat tightened while he was in thought. Her face nearly turned blue and an oops expression drew over his face. Kei's eyelids batted faintly and she collapsed to her knees. Holding onto her, the Joker rose her back to her feet and loosely tugged her into his side. Joker disappointedly shook his head looking over to Usagi while Kei began catching her breath, "..her friend just died and she thinks it's time for a nap?" He puttered his lips and tsk'd, tsk'd, tsk'd. However, to the surprise of Joker, Kei regained enough composure to translate his message in Japanese. Ah-- and to think she was a quitter! Now with a twisted little admiration for Kei, the Joker lazily licked his chapped chops nodding to Usagi; wondering if she was pleased as he was to witness someone's face turn blue.
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Post by Seth on Oct 29, 2009 16:17:32 GMT -5
I'm excited for the next one, "Bark at the Moon," which features a talking dog that barks. At Sailor Moon.
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Post by Logan on Oct 30, 2009 22:32:26 GMT -5
Haha, indeed. That did happen in a Sailor Moon episode. If you like/watch Moon maybe you could play a character over there.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2009 10:09:52 GMT -5
If you like/watch Moon maybe you could play a character over there. Just when it seemed like the "Seth is a girl" jokes were over and done with. |
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Post by Seth on Oct 31, 2009 17:27:22 GMT -5
I do not like or watch Sailor Moon.
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Post by Corey Black on Oct 31, 2009 20:52:56 GMT -5
Does nobody listen to good music around here!?
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Post by Seth on Oct 31, 2009 21:18:58 GMT -5
..what did this have to do with music?
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Post by Corey Black on Nov 3, 2009 20:17:53 GMT -5
Bark at the Moon got no sold.
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Post by Seth on Nov 3, 2009 20:20:27 GMT -5
OH! Indeed.  |
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Post by Corey Black on Nov 3, 2009 20:29:23 GMT -5
I have lost faith in humanity.
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Post by Seth on Nov 3, 2009 20:37:56 GMT -5
Speaking of, did you see Ozzy on Raw? It was silly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2009 19:50:16 GMT -5
Hell yes Zanzibar Land.  |
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Post by Hotdog Mascot on Nov 9, 2009 21:25:46 GMT -5
Hell yes Zanzibar Land. Damn. Right. |
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Post by Logan on Nov 20, 2009 17:16:54 GMT -5
(Usagi reply)
Of course she realized it would be ridiculous to expect that he would just listen to her immediately. Generally speaking, the enemy never did what they were told. It was part of their job description really. Now that she had gotten a really good look at him, she couldn't figure out why he had been sent here of all places. In the past, the chosen youma had had some sort of connection to the place they were being sent to cause trouble. Then again, she supposed things were different now. It had been so long since she'd actually had to fight a youma. Maybe whoever was running around causing mischief now was someone completely new and just did things differently? The thought that this clown could be here on his own free will never really crossed her mind. She was kind of hoping this could be settled without having to resort to an actual fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't use her power if it came down to that. There was still that little girl's safety to think about. She had been too late to do anything to save the first one, but the second was still alive and she refused to sit idly by and watch the same thing happen to her.
By this point she was beginning to worry about that other girl. Why was he just holding onto her like that? Wouldn't it have made more sense for him to try and drain her energy or take her heart crystal or her star seed or something like that? Then again, she supposed she was getting too hung up on the fact that the enemies they had all faced in the past had done things like that. This guy didn't look like one of Galaxia's. In fact, she couldn't decide what he looked like exactly. There was no possible way he could be a human though. . . not with that odd appearance. Surely he was just a youma or something that had escaped. Ooh maybe she could find a way to persuade him to join the side of good. That would definitely be worth a try if it was at all possible. As highly unlikely as that seemed, it was something to keep in mind. Sailor Moon's eyes widened as she noticed Kei's face beginning to turn blue. As much as she didn't want to have to resort to this, it looked like she had no choice in the matter. "Let her go. . . now!" she tried again. It was doubtful he would listen, but at this point she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
As optimistic as she was about the purple clown just deciding to hand over the girl without complications, she realized that something would have to be done about him either way. As far as she could tell, his star seed was still in tact, though that didn't necessarily mean anything. It was unlikely that he would be here now if it had somehow been taken, at any rate. Fighting the urge to sigh, she extended her arms out in front of her. A moment later, the Holy Moon Cálice appeared, accompanied by swirling feathers. The base and the top of the object then disappeared, leaving only a winged round compact in their place. Eternal Sailor Moon attached it to the lower end of the Eternal Tiare, producing a stream of pink energy and feathers. She then held her left hand by the lower end of the Tiare as her right hand moved it upwards, and the Tiare extended to twice its length. Sailor Moon then swung the Tiare around, striking a pose as she turned to each side, before finally taking hold of it in front of her with both hands. "Silver Moon!" she called out, causing a storm of feathers to begin swirling around her. She then spun around while the Tiare emitted rays of golden light. "Crystal Power Kiss!" When she reached the final word she held the Tiare above her head, and light radiated from the top of the Tiare in all directions.
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Post by Logan on Nov 20, 2009 17:18:31 GMT -5
(reply from self)
(NOTE: Sliver Moon Crystal Power Kiss temporarily makes Joker feel remorse)
The charade of feathers and the golden light show that followed caught the Joker by surprise. The colorful display shook him up so to speak, in the least harmful way. Obviously, he had no reason to feel threatened. She had mistaken him for something he wasn't, and rather the Joker realized that or not, her dramatic power had no immediate effect. He almost felt the need to check his clothing for holes or blood, but he knew there was no need to, the only consequence brought on from her attack was the big sheepish grin and wide eyes lit up on his face. It closely resembled the expression of a child witnessing his first firework show. Soon after the storm calmed and feathers lingered to the floor to rest, he began to realize that his encounter with Usagi had turned into much more; no longer did he stereotype her as a blonde gitty cheerleader in a sailor costume. Strangely enough, a bit of appreciation developed. He realized her presence resurrected to defending the life of a stranger that weakly wept in his murderous arms. Putting himself on the other side, in her shoes, his brain shifted into a three sixty degree turn and an overwhelming sense of guilt made his knees weak. Simply put; the Joker felt remorse.
You can now proceed to break the seventh circle of hell with a pink glittery wand.[/b]
Confusion followed after his gut wrenching moment of guilt. This was an average Tuesday on his part, his boots were far too deep in murder for feelings of regret to suddenly surface. And then, something else shattered the cold thick ice that shielded his hideous smile and laugh; fear. Anxiety of consequence, the repercussions of taking his victims life in a public mall full of witnesses. But so what? He loved media, publicity, his haunting image would be all over the news from the security cameras. That thought alone would've usually brought at least a smirk to his face, instead, his lips pathetically tried to twitch upwards, and his attempt to grin for something horrible failed; because of just that.. he found his actions horrible.
His demeanor aggressively changed so fast, like a poisonous snake wearing a halo had just bitten him with a lethal dose of good. The sensation overwhelmed him so hard that he found himself losing the ability to even question himself, to even think or ask himself why he suddenly had feelings of regret. Despite his popular lunatic reputation, this time, the Joker literally lost his mind. An entirely different person now stood before Sailor Moon, and once he realized a pleading girls throat was clutched in his arms, he nearly apologized and empathically pushed her towards Usagi. His once dark mysterious eyes built up with lost and apologetic tears. This man, assumably hurt by what he had done, took off his heavy purple thick coat and approached the girl he handed off to Usagi and offered up his coat for a blanket of comfort. Kei, the terrified person who was dragged into this mess, refused to even acknowledge his offer, and instead she hid behind Usagi.. whimpering. The girls fear gave him the signal to leave, to just get away from her before he scared her even more. He held up his hands to Usagi, softly apologizing, and backing away, "..I'm.. sorry.. I never meant to..", he stopped, he knew words could never fix what he had done. Figuring someone called the local police by now, he figured it'd be best to take responsibility for his crime. So, the helpless clown took seat to a bench, placed his face in his palms and quietly sobbed awaiting the Tokyo police.
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Post by Logan on Nov 20, 2009 17:34:20 GMT -5
(reply from Harley) Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.
The bells were really annoying. Fashioned at the ends of the three tips of her hat, she'd nearly let them drive her madder than she was in the first place. At least until she'd ripped them off. And know, her fingers were in control of the jingling sounds. At least until the flash of light caught her attention. She'd been shopping, in a small sense of the word, while puddin' did what he did best - mess with people and leave some blood on the table. They were all the way in Japan, there wasn't anyone here to stop them. At least, that's what they thought. It'd been a good guess. Not like there were reports of a Japanese Caped Crusader running around. She wriggled at the shoe store, making faces and unhappy at the fact that no one sold shoes that were two different colors. What was wrong with these people? Not to mention the stares she was getting, what with the corset she was wearing in red and purple, her blonde hair a hot mess.
She turned towards the light, poking her head out of the store to see puddin' - HER PUDDIN' - being attacked by some floozy with canary wings and a skirt that left nothing to the imagination. Harley's eyes widened and her hands went to her lips, before she ran out of the store, desperately trying to pull on her boot. She'd been trying on shoes, give her a break. What else was she going to do at a mall? She dug in the tote bag she dragged around everywhere, pulling out the first gun she could get her hand around and pointing at the girl, fully ready to pull the trigger, until she noticed something.. rather odd. Extremely odd. The Joker, he was.. apologizing? She stepped forwards, a little cautious at first, listening to him mumble and stammer. She stared, mouth agape. What had this stupid, bleached blonde, leggy floozy done to her puddin'?! Whatever she'd done, Harley wouldn't stand for it. Without a second thought, she ran out from her so-so hiding spot, holding out the gun at the woman.
"What have you done to my puddin'?!" She yelled, looking at Kei, then back to Sailor Moon with pure hate, stepping backwards towards the Joker in case that the blonde tried to pull whatever she pulled on Mista J again. When she didn't start to move again, Harley quickly sprinted to the bench, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Puddin'!!!! What's wrong with you? What'd she do?!" She said, biting her lip and shaking him, expecting him to shove her off and yell. That's what he should do. That's what he'd normally do. Harley was beginning to get unnerved.
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