A/N and disclaimers: Again, poor Raoul is trapped in the magical girl anime genre. According to Jim Breen's Japanese-English dictionary, "shouremono" means fop. Also, I don't own POTO *sniff*
Event 2: Raoul learns the basics of being a magical fop.
"Here you go," I said, placing a bowl of milk before Julpe.
The kitten glared at me.
"What did I do wrong now?"
"I am a vegetarian. Do you have an tomatoes?"
"You're a cat!"
"No animal products! Don't you realize how repressed we are? I'm one of a very few who can communicate with you imbeciles...How would you like to be devoured by dumb, furless primates?"
"You're a cat!" I repeated.
"Do you want my help or not? Then get me my tomato!"
I scowled, but obeyed. Stupid cat.
While Julpe munched on the fruit, I asked, "So...what do I have to learn."
"Well, first of all," Julpe explained, wiping tomato goo from her tiny mouth with a paw, "you need this." She balanced on her hind legs and produced a heart-shaped pocket watch with a *poof*
I blinked. "Um...isn't that...a bit feminine?"
"You're training to be a magical fop!"
"I'm beginning to have misgivings about this..." I grumbled.
"Now, hold it up and shout 'shouremono yo!'"
"What?" I demanded.
Julpe sighed. "Shouremono yo."
"Sho-what?"
"Shouremono yo."
"S-shouremono yo," I mumbled. I suddenly felt like a large heavy object had slammed into my chest.
"Perfect!" Julpe exclaimed gleefully.
"Argh!" I screamed. I was wearing mint knickers, a frilly white shirt, and a pink overcoat. "This...this is from...the 1790's!" I cried in horror.
"You're a fop!"
I glared at her. "If this is some kind of joke..."
"It's not! I swear!"
"How will this help me save Christine from that scoundrel?"
"You'll be able to observe her and then follow that man without anyone knowing it's you!"
"They'll laugh at me!"
Julpe produced another item; this time, a heavily decorated masquerade-style mask that a woman might wear. "Ta-da!" she proclaimed.
"Maybe this isn't worth it..."
"Of course it is! You don't want Christine to be disgraced, do you?"
"Of course not!"
"And you want to win her heart, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Well, then..."
There was a knock at the door. "Raoul?" It was Philippe!
"Julpe, how do I get out of this ridiculous outfit?"
"Meow," she responded.
"Julpe!"
Philippe enter my room. "Raoul, you need to come down for break-Oh, my God..."
I did my best to look dignified. "Good morning."
My brother just stared at me. "I'm going to pretend I never saw this. Come for breakfast when you are dressed appropriately." He quickly exited.
Once he had gone, I picked Julpe up by the neck and started to strangle her.
"You stupid little feline! What's the matter with you?"
"Ack-"
"Answer me!"
She clawed at my hand and I dropped her, exclaiming, "Ouch!"
"Hmph! Silly human! Just shake your pocket watch three times."
"Why didn't you just tell me before he came in?"
"I wanted to see how confident you are. I have a lot of work to do with you; a fop must be confident in his abilities."
I glared at her. "You're going to get me in a lot of trouble."
"It'll be worth it! I promise!" she chimed.
Event 2: Raoul learns the basics of being a magical fop.
"Here you go," I said, placing a bowl of milk before Julpe.
The kitten glared at me.
"What did I do wrong now?"
"I am a vegetarian. Do you have an tomatoes?"
"You're a cat!"
"No animal products! Don't you realize how repressed we are? I'm one of a very few who can communicate with you imbeciles...How would you like to be devoured by dumb, furless primates?"
"You're a cat!" I repeated.
"Do you want my help or not? Then get me my tomato!"
I scowled, but obeyed. Stupid cat.
While Julpe munched on the fruit, I asked, "So...what do I have to learn."
"Well, first of all," Julpe explained, wiping tomato goo from her tiny mouth with a paw, "you need this." She balanced on her hind legs and produced a heart-shaped pocket watch with a *poof*
I blinked. "Um...isn't that...a bit feminine?"
"You're training to be a magical fop!"
"I'm beginning to have misgivings about this..." I grumbled.
"Now, hold it up and shout 'shouremono yo!'"
"What?" I demanded.
Julpe sighed. "Shouremono yo."
"Sho-what?"
"Shouremono yo."
"S-shouremono yo," I mumbled. I suddenly felt like a large heavy object had slammed into my chest.
"Perfect!" Julpe exclaimed gleefully.
"Argh!" I screamed. I was wearing mint knickers, a frilly white shirt, and a pink overcoat. "This...this is from...the 1790's!" I cried in horror.
"You're a fop!"
I glared at her. "If this is some kind of joke..."
"It's not! I swear!"
"How will this help me save Christine from that scoundrel?"
"You'll be able to observe her and then follow that man without anyone knowing it's you!"
"They'll laugh at me!"
Julpe produced another item; this time, a heavily decorated masquerade-style mask that a woman might wear. "Ta-da!" she proclaimed.
"Maybe this isn't worth it..."
"Of course it is! You don't want Christine to be disgraced, do you?"
"Of course not!"
"And you want to win her heart, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Well, then..."
There was a knock at the door. "Raoul?" It was Philippe!
"Julpe, how do I get out of this ridiculous outfit?"
"Meow," she responded.
"Julpe!"
Philippe enter my room. "Raoul, you need to come down for break-Oh, my God..."
I did my best to look dignified. "Good morning."
My brother just stared at me. "I'm going to pretend I never saw this. Come for breakfast when you are dressed appropriately." He quickly exited.
Once he had gone, I picked Julpe up by the neck and started to strangle her.
"You stupid little feline! What's the matter with you?"
"Ack-"
"Answer me!"
She clawed at my hand and I dropped her, exclaiming, "Ouch!"
"Hmph! Silly human! Just shake your pocket watch three times."
"Why didn't you just tell me before he came in?"
"I wanted to see how confident you are. I have a lot of work to do with you; a fop must be confident in his abilities."
I glared at her. "You're going to get me in a lot of trouble."
"It'll be worth it! I promise!" she chimed.