and going for a change of pace:
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"Mother, could you please turn off the Reggae music?" Terra
begged, snuggling down into her bed and trying to cover her ears with
her pillow.
"Oh my," Kasumi Incognito
'Oh my' and 'Kasumi' together, nothing but trouble. :)
Terra turned to the side and put her feet on the floor and
tugged at the sleeve of her pajamas. She thought deeply, taking a
few deep breaths. "I'm feeling better, but I'm still a little
woozy from last night."
Kasumi nodded. "Well, that's what happens when a level ten
Super Sayajin comes up and puts a brain-scrambler on your head.
Yeah. I should say so.
It
takes some rest for your sinapses
synapses (I think)
Kasumi blushed. "I read about it in this month's Discover
magazine.
Of course.
The list was on, and the magazine was thick. "My, my, my,"
Terra read through the cover story, her eyes wide, "this explains
everything, Mother! There was a Moon Kingdom in the past! I was
a princess! There was a battle in the past, and it was all taken
away. We're fighting against the ones who did it."
Kasumi continued smiling. "How do you think I knew about
all of you, and how to call them to help you against the super
sayajin? I read Discover!"
Of course. :)
Terra was feeling three kinds of giddy. First, she and her
friends were okay, then the secrets were being unfolded to her
all in one big rush. "This is wonderful!"
Kasumi's smile turned into a snarl. "It's too bad you'll
not live long enough to use it!"
Terra's expression fell. "What?"
*SMASH!* "GRR!" Kasumi's arm turned into a long, steel
spike, which she drove through the bed's headboard, missing
Terra's cheek by barely a centimeter.
Got to hate it when your mother's been replaced by a T-1000
Though, the music she had heard with the name of 'Reggae'
sounded interesting. Perhaps she would ask one of the royal musicians
to try and duplicate it someday. In any case, the Future VisionQuest
was essentially useless. In her five attempts, she always ended up
seeing herself brutalized in some fashion. While she didn't mind the
concept itself, it was not any fun experiencing pain.
Maybe it's her fate to be beaten within an inch of her life.
"Fine, just fine," the redhead replied with a secretive look
in her eyes. <When I regain my full strength, you will be the first
to know how I feel, and to feel what I felt.>
How delightful.
"You looked at her big, round stomach and asked her if she was
about to 'spawn.'"
Hmm. Not a good sign.
From a mental link with one specific human, the one who had
defeated her, she had learned something that surprised her: The
individuals and civilizations she had been destroying over the past
nine billion years didn't enjoy it anywhere near as much as she did.
Heh. Cute.
Nevertheless, many humans remained suspicious of her. Several
refused to believe that she was human. At first, when what was to be
done with her was discussed, the general consensus had been to seal
her away in a magical chunk of quartz until they figured out what
to do with her.
Actual what I would chose to do with many of the people I meet everyday as
well.
Known to her as her Atomic Starlight Knight, the construct had
been her primary venting source. Taking on the pseudonym of 'Timothy
Starknight, or 'Tim S. Knight, he was known to the kingdoms simply
as her old, mysterious friend who had pursued her in an attempt to
break the magic possessing her.
How interesting.So this is the real origin of ASK. I had no idea.
As of late, ASK had taken on an alarming level of independent
action. It was incapable of disobeying her entirely, but in sixteen
occasions in the past month, he had almost overruled some of her
commands. If this got out of hand, she would have to 'tighten the
leash,' so to speak.
Hmm. That could be quite the showdown.
"I'm not a puffball," the Moon Princess complained with a
large lower lip.
Princess Venus kept her nose held high in a very princess-like
posture and grasped for the sima jug, but accidentally took hold of
the gravy boat and poured it into her goblet.
Oops.
"Mind your manners, Pyra," the Queen cautioned. "A proper young
lady should not tease her friends."
Pyra: Bitch slap them?
Serenity: That's right out, too.
Pyra: If we're enemies can I do it?
Serenity: Then it would be all right.
Pyra: Cool. Dead Moon Circus, here I come!
"Nonsense," Princess Venus interjected. "You are only as old
as you think your shoes are," she misquoted the old adage.
Misquote? But I say that all the time.
"Err, Queen Serenity-sama," Princess Jupiter picked at her
food, resting her cheek against her hand while leaning against
the table, "when's the circus starting?"
"In roughly three hours."
Pyra: And I'm going to join.
Princess Jupiter leaned over and whispered to the blonde,
"Have you been living under a rock for the past year and a half,
or what?"
"Well, sort of. The roof back home's made of granite."
Heh. Got her, there.
Althea thought back to the event. "No, she just walked in,
sat down, and didn't say anything for a month. One day she went off
somewhere quietly by herself and came back with this huge grin on
her face,"
Heh. Things must have been boring.
"Which daughter?" Princess Serenity asked. "The real one, me,
or the fake one?"
It does get confusing.
Althea leaned forward urgently. "Can she dance the Funky
Chicken?!"
Hermione glanced sideways at the Venusian Princess, an
eyebrow raised at the question.
"I suggest you all reserve judgment until you have gotten to
know her," Queen Serenity cautioned.
Pyra: Then can I bitch slap her?
"Right!" Princess Terra nodded. "Really nice people, them.
They don't give me any dirty looks, they obey my every command, but,
well, they were trying to do my hair up into a pair of balled
ponytails again."
Heh
"It _is_ the Royal Lunar Fashion," Queen Serenity reminded
her adopted daughter, touching her own long tresses. "Perhaps they
thought it would help you make a good impression since we have
visitors."
Terra; It makes me look like a puffball.
Pyra: Too true.
"Right, so then one of my assistants tell me that we're going
to a circus later, and so it's not right for the occasion. I said,
'Okay,' and we swapped over to a pair of bib overalls hidden way
in the back of the wardrobe."
Heh
"How come you never cook anything?" Princess Serenity asked her
mother.
"I mustn't take the palace assistants' jobs away from them."
Hehehehe. I never heard that excuse before. Very nice. I think I'll use it
sometime.
"Gaaagh, yucky," Princess Serenity grimaced at the memory.
"Serenity smash wormy food!" She halfheartedly thumped at the table
with a knuckle.
Hehehehe.
"We will have it whenever the next delivery comes in from
Praxis," replied Queen Serenity. "It is a very long voyage."
The Younger Inner Senshi continued to stare at Terra, not
quite knowing what to make of her.
"So," Terra half-smiled at the four princesses, "you're the
Sailor Chibiscouts, huh?"
Heh
Hermione winced, as did Pyra. Iolanthe and Althea slammed
their fists on the table. "Watch your mouth, commoner!" they snapped,
standing up and pointing at her from across the table.
Actualy, she's not.
"I am NOT fungus!" Princess Venus snapped.
"But you admit to being a mushroom princess?" Terra asked.
Heh
"Yes it is," Terra replied, "according to the Jurai codebooks,
all responsible adults may-"
"We are not on Jurai, and you are not a responsible adult,"
Queen Serenity reminded her adopted daughter.
Good points, both.
The Queen shook her head. "No, it is because you have not
finished what is on your plate yet." She pointed at the table. "If
you do not eat up, there will be no circus for _any_ of you this
afternoon."
Heh
To be continued...
Eh, I thought I'd try a change in pace. Cuteness and whatnot.
So far, so good. Entertaining, even if Sailor Terrafying is up to no good in
preparing to mutilate the chibi-scouts. Pacing was good, and it was
different from the last few chapters you've done. Already looking forward to
more.
D.B. Sommer
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