AR Sailor Moon RPG: Nowhere to Go But Up
Started by: Sailor Amazonia
December 12, 2000
Characters: Sailor Amazonia, Dark Bug, Sailor Jurei-Jurei, Illusional
Knight, Ureshii... (insert y'all's characters here...)
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** Dura furtively searched her closet for anything that fit. Smothering
several curses, she tossed each blouse, shirt, skirt, and pair of jeans,
slacks and shorts onto the floor. Even her "chubbette" sweatsuits were too
tight.
** "Why do I have to be so blasted big?" she whined to no one.
** Just when she was about to completely despair, there was one last
school uniform skirt and blouse. She slipped that on. Oddly enough, it was
snug, but did fit. She turned to check herself and her hair in the mirror.
** Then she saw it wasn't a school uniform she wore. It was her Sailor
Amazonia fuku.
** Then her clothes pinched around her waist, upper arms, and neck.
They got tighter and tighter. She looked down at her body, and saw the hems
digging into her flesh. She struggled to undress, but nothing would budge.
** Dura sat down as she fought to wrench everything off. Then her back
bumped into the wall. Pivoting around to get clear, she bumped her knee into
her bed. Then she saw that it was pushed out of place, and the mattress
appeared only a little larger than a sofa cushion. Ahead of her, the door
also seemed smaller than earlier. Her head then tapped into the ceiling.
** She faced the ugly truth: she was getting even bigger!
** She tried curling up into a ball, but that only stalled the
inexorable. Soon the ceiling, walls and floor pushed all around her body. It
felt like she was in a wine press. A few agonious moments later, the plaster
cracked, the windows shattered, and the metal and wood creaked and finally
snapped. Chunks of her room crumbled into rubble and cascaded down around
her to the floor. Blinking the dust out of her eyes, Dura looked around, and
saw that the rest of the flower shop seemed no larger than a compact car.
The people all around pointed and stared, flabberghasted.
** And she still grew uncontrollably. She tried to stand up to get away
from everyone, but she was too heavy to even move. Her body expanded,
knocking cars off the street and into the building walls. Her back pressed
against the skyscrapers, and they started to bend and buckle. The strain was
too great for one, and it toppled over into another, starting a domino
effect.
** Tokyo's public screamed in panic. They fled from the monstrously
huge Dura Materyo as she still grew more gigantic. Just as she got a
completely unobstructed view of Mount Fuji, she heard one scream over the
all other citizens'. And she felt something along her hip like a pebble in
her shoe.
** Scooting so she could see, Dura spotted her mom and dad, together in
the wheelchair, crushed to death.**
"AAAIIEEE!!"
Dura's scream finally broke down into sobs. She looked around Tudo's,
and then disregarded the startled customers. Her head sunk into her propping
hands. She'd dozed off, and suffered the nightmare again.
"Hey!" she called blearily. "Where's my coffee?! I said, keep it coming!"
Jakurin slammed a pot down as her right eyebrow twitched. "Yare, yare,
try a cup of decaff, woman. And next time, try to scream higher -you didn't
vibrate the windows."
Joining the other girl at the table, she untied her apron and gave her
a lop-sided grin, chugging down her own tea. "Tonikaku, what's up?You came
in here all 'stoned' or something? Don't you want any food??? I mean, I know
we serve okos cheifly -"
Ureshii put a hand on Dura's shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze. "How
about I make you a small bowl of plain white rice, Dura-san?" she asked
quietly.
Speaking of stoned, Blake was. Again. And ripping out sketch after
sketch after sketch of Michiru and Jakurin. Both in werewolf form. Then
Michiru as a black vampiress. Jakurin in a Dark Kingdom General outfit.
Michiru wrapped up in his Knightly cape. Jakurin as a size C. (Heh heh).
'Damn, I need some food again,' he thought as his stomach growled.
Hopping off his bed, he pulled up his large leg pants over his boxers, and
threw a worn black leather jacket over his t-shirt that read "You're only
jealous 'cause the Voices talk to me". Heading to the fridge, he swore again
at the lack of food and walked out of his apartment, heading to Tudo's with
his sketch pad and Ebony pencils.
Dura shook her head violently negatively. "No. No food. Mustn't eat.
Just stay awake," she babbled. She turned to Ureshii, who could see her
teary bloodshot eyes.
"I've been having a horrible dream for four nights straight," she
finally confided. "I bloat out like some giant blimp, and crush everything
in my way!" She blubbed a bit as she lowered her voice. "And the worst of it
is... I think being a Senshi's making it come true!"
"Aaah, you're dreaming!" laughed Jakurin, waving a hand. "You look
the same to me."
"That's because you yourself are constantly on platforms, Jakurin,"
commented Ureshii quietly. "Height's never been an issue to you, because you
hide it so well."
Jakurin blushed, embarrased, and stuck out her tongue at Ureshii. "Blah
blah blah. So what if I'm the shortest in the group? I make up for with -"
"Your mouth," quipped a male voice on the other side of the counter,
coming towards their table with a bowl of pasta noodles and shake cheese.
Jakurin slid over for Blake Ketsumi to take a chair, as he shoved more
food into his system. He swallowed and then reached over to give Jakurin a
noogie. "She's right, y'know. You are a shrimp."
Jakurin whipped out a mallet and pounded Blake into the floor, eyebrows
twitching. "*Don't ever call me shrimp!*" she said sweetly in English before
throwing said mallet over her shoulder. It disappeared in an instant, the
whole scene taking about five seconds.
Ureshii just shook her head and said, "Ne, Dura, it must be hard on
you."
Jakurin pulled out her scrap-book (the new one she'd started since
Argocite had taken away her old one) and placed it on the table, flipping
through it. "...Ah-ha! There! Now you won't feel so bad. This is Jennifer
Saterlee," she said, her voice dropping a bit lower. "She's like us, and is
over six feet tall as well. Here's someone you can relate to!" she smiled,
clasping the book shut and pushing it over to Dura.
Blake's hand twitched as he pulled himself back into the chair,
wearing the noodles.
Michiru entered the resturant in a type of daze. *Stood up.. again??? I
must be losing my touch* she thought as she sat down. She looked around the
room. ~What is this a senshi meeting place or something?~ she asked everyone
else through her crystal. ~Voices talk to me too, dear heart, but you don't
want to know what they say.~ she said with a giggle reading the back of
Blake's shirt.
(OOC: or was it the front?)
Dura looked up and nodded to acknowledge Michiru. Loosened up a
little by the mallet scene with Blake, she leafed through the pictures of
Jennifer.
"Nice. But tell me," she asked. "Does she get two and a half
centimeters taller every time she has to be a hero?" She sighed. "It's no
natural growth spurt. I measured. Every time I change from my civvies, I get
a little taller. I've already broken the two meter height!"
She took Ureshii's hand. "Before I moved here, the jokes about my size
were cruel enough. But everyone can see I'm growing fast. Now they never
stop! Plus, I got grilled horribly by the vice principal because he thinks
I'm using steroids!"
Dura's hand let go of her coffee cup and curled into a fist. "Why did
the Benefactor dump this on me?!" she wept angrily. "Doesn't he think I'm
enough of a freak?!"
Ureshii gave Dura a tight hug, letting her cry. "Come, let us take this
into the back room. I'll make you a bowl of egg-drop soup," said the
kind-hearted waitress, taking Dura's coffee cup and sliding it over to
Jakurin. "You can watch the room, ne, Jaku-chan?"
Jakurin stood up to help but Ureshii held up a hand. She gave her a
look that read 'I can handle this', and so Jakurin just shrugged.
"Make sure you guys don't eat all the eggs," she joked, "because the
chickens in the back are mighty sore from today's labor." She stood and
offered some coffee to Blake and Michiru, the latter just walking in. Blake
declined, picking noodles out of his hair and smirking with Michiru's
comments about his shirt.
Dura didn't put up a fight, and just followed Ureshii to the back.
"Ureshii, thanks, but I can't have ANY food. I'm too massive already. I--"
She stopped herself, and whispered it lowly. "I've even started taking
ipecac again."
She looked around. "Is there any way we can grab a bottled water and
take a walk around the block?"
Michiru smiled. "Actually I could really go for choclate right now!"
she said declining the coffee. Michiru looked over at Blake and smiled. ~You
do know that enough chocolate is a good substitue for sex right? Although, I
prefer the real thing~ she sent.
Blake choked on a noodle, turning beet red.
"Blake!" Jakurin exclaimed, pounding him on the back. "No choking
allowed!" He grabbed Jakurin's coffee and chugged the whole pot before
wiping away a coffee drool stain. "I know where we can get great candy for
real cheap! Let's head over to my place first, so I can grab my wallet."
Jakurin glowered at him. "You ate a bowl of disgusting noodles and you
don't even have any money?!"
Blake grinned, causing Jakurin to grin back. She held up a V-sign.
"Okay, whatever, just come back and pay before tonight. Tudo counts the
cash drawer, y'know."
Ureshii pulled out two bottles and said, "If that's what you want
to do. One moment, let me go change..."
A few moments later, Ureshii scribbled a note to Jakurin, telling her
where she'd be, and held the cellar door open. "We'll take the back
entrance," she said simply. "And watch your step; Jakurin's bedroom is a
mess, plus I haven't put away all the freight yet."
~HEY!~ Dura sent back, overhearing and misinterpreting Michi's message.
~Just because I'm big and buff doesn't mean I'm a lesbian!~ And she angrily
took off her necklace and stuffed it in her pocket. To Ureshii, she said,
"I'll be glad to help out when we get back."
Taking the back way to the streets, she looked down to her friend.
"It's really funny. After all you'd been through with Ahou-chan..." She
shuddered. "...If THAT had happened to me, I'd probably be in a rubber room
somewhere. And now you're busy cheering me up! How do you do it?"
Michiru heard the message and shot her head up. "I didn't mean you!"
she cried out, but felt the connection drop. "And so ends another perfect
day. I better find her and apologize." she muttered getting up and heading
out.
"Wait, what's the rush?? And you didn't mean who?" asked Blake, also
standing up.
Jakurin shrugged, taking the pot. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't
do," she suggested, swinging around and heading towards the counter to clean
up.
Ureshii gave Dura a smile. "True, but when I saw that Jakurin accepted
me for everything that I was, flaws and all, it was easy for me to 'break
out' of the... kawaii mess I was in, if you'll excuse the word. I'm rather
sick of it, actually," said Ureshii, opening her bottle and taking a drink.
After replacing the cap and swallowing, she continued. "I was in there,
watching it all, and all I could think in the back of my mind was that I was
a horrible freak, some kind of nut case, with no way to get back to
normal..."
She paused in thought, as a leaf blew off a tree. "Jakurin understood
what I went through, though... that whole Pandora mess. And I chose to
embrace Ahou-chan as I would any other child... so I haven't completely been
healed, so to speak, but I'm no threat, and certainly not the 'warrior' the
bad guys would want anymore." And she stuck her tongue out playfully at Dura
and winking. "You had on a amusing costume if I remember correctly. What was
that horrid outfit my dark side stuck you in, anyhow?"
Michiru turned to Blake. "Wanna go with me? I could use the company
right about now." she said with a smile.
Dura inhaled uncomfortably. "It was a disgustingly pink French Maid
outfit. Why Ahou socked that on me I have no --"
Then she cut off abruptly, shot out her arm a bit, and blocked
Ureshii's progress down the walk.
"Ureshii," she whispered. "Stay still. Don't look around. Look down the
street at the rooftop over there, above the Nihon sign."
Right on top of the "h" languishingly lingered a humanoid black insect, with
four spindly arms, two spindly legs, mosquito wings, and a needle nose long
as a combat knife.
Dura reached back into her pocket and put her necklace on. ~Guys,~ she
mentally telecommed. ~Ureshii and I've spotted the Dark Bug!~
A bit afraid but calmed by Dura's presence, Ureshii did as told,
waiting for the taller girl's next command.
Meanwhile, in the resteraunt, Blake and Jakurin both nodded as Jakurin
took off her apron and headed to kitchen.
She came out again, a scowl on her face. "Ureshii beat me to it. Blake,
make sure you don't get roughed up, okay?"
Blake grinned at her, grabbing Michiru by the waist as a tease and
leading her outside. "Hey, it's all Peace and Luuuuvvvv!"
Jakurin exploded as he left with Michiru. "BAKA!!"
Dura glanced up, trying to look inconspicuous. *Great. A sign of
trouble, and I'm on the forefront!* She instinctively looked for a changing
place, but stopped.
*No! I'm not growing any taller!*
"Ureshii, better go back to Tudo's. I'll wait here for help."
And she waited for the other heroes to show up. She noted the Dark Bug
wasn't doing anything much, just sitting on the electric sign. She wondered
if they could find a way to approach from behind.
Ureshii turned swiftly on her heels and began jogging back as fast as
she could.
Meanwhile, Blake was pointing out to Michiru how lovely the 'pink'
trees were. He was, of course, tripping. But what can you do with a drunken
sailor -
Jakurin: "Is your mind even on the post?"
Author: *falling asleep on the keyboard* "snxxxxxxxx..."
Jakurin: *eyebrow twitch*
Michiru was about to slap Blake back to reality, but then decided
against it. "Here Blake... hug a tree, it's your tomorrow." she said putting
his arms around the tree and running off. ~Where are you Dura?~ she asked.
~Not far at all,~ Dura answered. ~Just a few blocks away, south of the
Nihon sign. Ureshii went with me, and she should be coming back to you in a
few sec--~ Her mental voice softened after a few seconds silence.
~Hey... the Dark Bug... he's not moving much. In fact, I can't tell
from this far, but... his posture looks kinda low.~
~Why on earth are you worried about his posture. You should be worried
about his stinger.~ she sent back. "PeaceKeeper Make-Up!" she cried as she
turned into an alley and continued running as she transformed, emerging as
Sailor Peacekeeper. ~I'm almost there.~ she said.
"mmmmmm, nice cotton candy tree," mumbled Blake, as he took a few steps
back. "Ya wanna piece, Michiru?... Michiru???" A blob of blue was advancing
towards him as the trees melted away. "Blake!" shouted the blob. "Where's
Jakurin??"
"Wherever she wants to be, I guess," he replied, puzzled that a blob
would speak to him.
It paused. "What did you do the tree?" came the confused question.
"There are teeth marks in it."
"Jakurin's in the restaurant, okay!" he shouted back, pissed off that
some blob would question his choice in tree-eating.
Ureshii shook her head, feeling geniunely sorry for Blake as he
wandered off, calling for Michiru. Rushing into the resteraunt, she headed
for the kitchen to meet an impatient Jakurin, tapping her foot. "It's the
Dark Bug," she said, tying on an apron.
"I know," answered Jakurin in an annoyed tone, pulling out her opal on
a chain. "And nice of you to take off with Dura. I thought you were gonna
feed her."
"She needed someone to talk to, Jaku-chan!" shot back Ureshii. "We all
need that every now and then."
Jakurin just shook her head. "If we force-fed her a bowl of rice, maybe
she'd shut up and accept the fact that it tastes good and that it's okay to
EAT."
Ureshii put a hand on her hip. "That's unfair."
Jakurin and Ureshii stared at each other before she slunk down into the
basement, a small grin on her face. "There's a bug to squash," she said as
the door closed behind her.
Five minutes later, Jurei-Jurei was coming down the opposite end of the
road to corner him, ATV engine roaring as she sped toward it and Dura.
((OOC: Title tweak OK?))
~No, Peacekeeper,~ said Dura. ~Usually these Dark Kingdom goons come in
cock-of-the-walk, ready to whomp us. But I've never seen one look this...
depressed.~
She approached the building and started to loop around to the back.
~I'm going up for a closer look.~
~NO!~ Peacekeeper yelled. ~At least wait for back up, it could be a
trap~ she said franticly as she put the pedal to the metal and hurried down
the street.
Hearing PeaceKeeper and Dura go back and forth, Jurei-Jurei threw on
the gas. ~Just wait a few more seconds, Dura!~ she mentally shouted. ~I'll
get him down for ya!~
Taking her hands off the handles, she spun her Staff over her head and
created a huge plunger gun. Now equipped, she aimed towards the sky a bit,
hoping to catch the back side of the Dark Bug.
Unfortunately, thanks to the glare of the electric sign, she only got a
hazy glimpse of what looked like a human insect. And even that ducked out of
view.
Dura spotted it too. *Great, he went away from the ledge. Now I have
to--*
And that's when she heard engine noise her come her way.
~Gaaah, can't see...wait!~ she sent mentally. ~I got him!~
With that, she shot off her plunger gun, hoping to give that Dark Coward a
smack-down.
What she couldn't see though was that it was Dura, not Dark Bug she had
aimed for.
Wssssh-THOOP! The plumber's helper landed neatly to cover Dura's face.
"Hmy!" she shouted muffledly. "Whmt hmt mm?!" And she grabbed the handle and
pulled repeatedly to get it off. The effect looked a little like a certain
scene from "Ace Ventura: Pet Detective." Then finally, POP! It came off.
"Jak-- erm... Baka!" Dura thundered. "Call your shots!"
A sweatdrop positioned itself over the jester's head before popping
and giving her a small shower. Shaking her tassled head, she pulled a bit
to the right and stopped. Keeping the four-wheeler running, she stood up on
the seat and called out, "Gomen nasai! I can't see much from down here!
What's happening??"
~Hey, chicks!~ sent out Blake. ~Michiru, I'm sorry, bad acid. I can
really fight, honest!!~ his mind half-protested. ~So... uh, where are you
at??~
Part II