Bearmoon: *giggling a LOT. Can't stop*
Pluto: *hits Bearmoon on head with Garnet rod* Why are you laughing?
Bearmoon: *rubs head* Ow! That hurt! *Eyes water up* is there a problem with being happy?
Pluto: No, but why are you so happy?
Bearmoon: *eyes water up again* I've had such wonderful support from my readers! So many reviews. It makes me flustered. I never thought my story would be liked by anyone. Well I'm trying super hard to keep it funny, although, I think it's taken a turn for seriousness. *Bangs head on wall*
Pluto: *in between head thunks* Um *thunk* Bearmoon *thunk* the *thunk* next *thunk* chapter?
Bearmoon: *cradling head in hands* Right, Chapter five, I'm Not A Girl.
Pluto: But I thought you were?
Bearmoon: *chases after Pluto with a pitchfork* THAT'S THE NAME OF THE CHAPTER GENIUS! THE CHAPTER!
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"Why Pluto?" Mars complained into the arms of the holographic senshi. "It just makes no sense. I mean, I'm the one that killed him for god sakes. You think they'd get a clue. I hate them all. Especially that blasted Red Crow." Pluto hugged Mars tighter.
Similar to Pluto, who knew the past, present, and future, Mars could see into the future. Sometimes she could see farther than Pluto would have expected. This was one of those times. Phobos and Demos had also sworn Mars to not reveal certain visions. They had told her some foretelling of the future were not supposed to be know. That her gift was useful and often forbidden. This was one of those visions. Because of Mars's gift, she and Pluto held a close bond. When visions and truths of the future would become too much for this fiery miko, Pluto would comfort her and give her a few hints, which would fix her right up.
Pluto's image flickered, "Princess Mars. I think you take this too lightly." Mars looked at her with a face of shock. Pluto smiled one of her sad smiles, "Yes. You are. Perhaps you should befriend him. Think about it, all the enemies you ever battled on your own were similar to you somehow. He probably feels secure around you because you're the last person he talked to before he died, and he held a high respect for you. Just give him one chance, alright?"
Mars nodded, blinking back tears, "I'll try, but he gets one chance. If he messes up, he's dead." Pluto chuckled, her image fading, she thought to herself, 'one chance is all you'll need.'
Mars walked out of the orbital room, feeling relieved and then guilty. Pluto had looked tired and worn out. She was on some sort of mission, but she had taken time to comfort her, stubborn Mars. She closed the heavy door. "Thank you Pluto." Mars whispered to the door.
Meanwhile, Jupiter was still pestering Hawk-Eye about cooking while she mixed a batter; Beryl had joined them, wanting some tea. She found seeing how long Hawk-Eye's patience would hold out more interesting. Beryl thought this woman had never ending patience, she, Beryl, would have exploded a long time ago.
"I bet you would make an awesome housewife!" Jupiter's commented. Beryl took it back. "I'm not a girl deary." Hawk-eye corrected Jupiter. Beryl dropped her teacup. Jupiter seemed to have not heard, "And I bet your husband would love your desserts. And you would both have lovely conversations."
Hawk-Eye's eyebrow started twitching, "I do hope to settle down sometime, but the chance of me becoming a housewife is very small, unless I change my gender, which won't be anytime soon. Now if you don't mind I prefer to have no one in the kitchen while I cook." Hawk-Eye pushed Jupiter and Beryl, now both had their mouths open, out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
"She's not a..."Jupiter looked at nothing with disbelief and shock. "A girl?" Beryl and Jupiter looked like they had been run over with a brick wall. They both walked away, with their silly absent-minded looks of being lost, in opposite directions.
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Bearmoon: That's chapter five. *Pulls hair* what am I going to do with the next chapter? I have no clue. That's my defect as a writer. I have the beginning. I have the ending. I just never come up with a middle part. Give help. Please!
Pluto: *dancing in circles very happy* I'm back. You put me back in the story!
Bearmoon: *x mark is on forehead* of course Pluto, you're a very important character, and you're my favorite senshi. Come back for chapter six! Um, um, *shakes head* I'm helpless. Please review!
Pluto: *hits Bearmoon on head with Garnet rod* Why are you laughing?
Bearmoon: *rubs head* Ow! That hurt! *Eyes water up* is there a problem with being happy?
Pluto: No, but why are you so happy?
Bearmoon: *eyes water up again* I've had such wonderful support from my readers! So many reviews. It makes me flustered. I never thought my story would be liked by anyone. Well I'm trying super hard to keep it funny, although, I think it's taken a turn for seriousness. *Bangs head on wall*
Pluto: *in between head thunks* Um *thunk* Bearmoon *thunk* the *thunk* next *thunk* chapter?
Bearmoon: *cradling head in hands* Right, Chapter five, I'm Not A Girl.
Pluto: But I thought you were?
Bearmoon: *chases after Pluto with a pitchfork* THAT'S THE NAME OF THE CHAPTER GENIUS! THE CHAPTER!
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"Why Pluto?" Mars complained into the arms of the holographic senshi. "It just makes no sense. I mean, I'm the one that killed him for god sakes. You think they'd get a clue. I hate them all. Especially that blasted Red Crow." Pluto hugged Mars tighter.
Similar to Pluto, who knew the past, present, and future, Mars could see into the future. Sometimes she could see farther than Pluto would have expected. This was one of those times. Phobos and Demos had also sworn Mars to not reveal certain visions. They had told her some foretelling of the future were not supposed to be know. That her gift was useful and often forbidden. This was one of those visions. Because of Mars's gift, she and Pluto held a close bond. When visions and truths of the future would become too much for this fiery miko, Pluto would comfort her and give her a few hints, which would fix her right up.
Pluto's image flickered, "Princess Mars. I think you take this too lightly." Mars looked at her with a face of shock. Pluto smiled one of her sad smiles, "Yes. You are. Perhaps you should befriend him. Think about it, all the enemies you ever battled on your own were similar to you somehow. He probably feels secure around you because you're the last person he talked to before he died, and he held a high respect for you. Just give him one chance, alright?"
Mars nodded, blinking back tears, "I'll try, but he gets one chance. If he messes up, he's dead." Pluto chuckled, her image fading, she thought to herself, 'one chance is all you'll need.'
Mars walked out of the orbital room, feeling relieved and then guilty. Pluto had looked tired and worn out. She was on some sort of mission, but she had taken time to comfort her, stubborn Mars. She closed the heavy door. "Thank you Pluto." Mars whispered to the door.
Meanwhile, Jupiter was still pestering Hawk-Eye about cooking while she mixed a batter; Beryl had joined them, wanting some tea. She found seeing how long Hawk-Eye's patience would hold out more interesting. Beryl thought this woman had never ending patience, she, Beryl, would have exploded a long time ago.
"I bet you would make an awesome housewife!" Jupiter's commented. Beryl took it back. "I'm not a girl deary." Hawk-eye corrected Jupiter. Beryl dropped her teacup. Jupiter seemed to have not heard, "And I bet your husband would love your desserts. And you would both have lovely conversations."
Hawk-Eye's eyebrow started twitching, "I do hope to settle down sometime, but the chance of me becoming a housewife is very small, unless I change my gender, which won't be anytime soon. Now if you don't mind I prefer to have no one in the kitchen while I cook." Hawk-Eye pushed Jupiter and Beryl, now both had their mouths open, out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
"She's not a..."Jupiter looked at nothing with disbelief and shock. "A girl?" Beryl and Jupiter looked like they had been run over with a brick wall. They both walked away, with their silly absent-minded looks of being lost, in opposite directions.
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Bearmoon: That's chapter five. *Pulls hair* what am I going to do with the next chapter? I have no clue. That's my defect as a writer. I have the beginning. I have the ending. I just never come up with a middle part. Give help. Please!
Pluto: *dancing in circles very happy* I'm back. You put me back in the story!
Bearmoon: *x mark is on forehead* of course Pluto, you're a very important character, and you're my favorite senshi. Come back for chapter six! Um, um, *shakes head* I'm helpless. Please review!
