It's not that I have an axe to grind against the Sailor Moon cartoon or the protagonist (although Dawn was more of a fan). It's just that I'm about twice her age. It was bad enough going through the late teenage years again as Buffy. What malevolent fate had condemned me to experience the early teenage years as 'Bunny'? And what was with that name? I thought she was called Serena, or Usagi.
"I'm going to kill Whistler*," I muttered to myself and grabbed the school uniform hanging from the back of the door. At least the skirt was a decent length.
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Not being the Slayer (or a reasonable substitute) is a tremendous drag. I'd almost forgotten over the last couple of years what it was like to lack the boundless energy and I didn't enjoy being reminded of it. It would, apart from anything else, have come in very handy trying to get to Crossroads Junior High School within a quarter hour. Particularly when I didn't know where it was.
As it was, I went around a couple of blocks before I got lucky enough to catch sight of a a big building that looked just like every Japanese school I ever saw in an anime, with a couple of girls in uniforms that looked like mine going in through the gates. I crossed my fingers for luck and ran as if I was fleeing hell, not heading for what might as well be another Hellmouth.
Naturally, that was the moment when something black crossed my path and I tripped over it. A black cat. Great, losing the Slayer powers hadn't saved me from the associated lousy luck, had it? And winding up flat on my fae on the pavement was just another reminder that being the Slayer had had some compensations that I was currently missing.
I looked closer at the cat, my vague recollections of the TV show suggesting that a black cat might be... yep. Two bandaids, stuck across the cat's forehead. Although, as I recalled it, Bunny (or Serena or Usagi**) had rescued Luna from a bunch of kids, not just tripped over her in the street.
Nonetheless, I seemed to have hold of her, so I shrugged off the concern and lifted Luna to peel away the bandaids from her crescent moon mark. "Try not to get trampled," I advised her, lowering her to the top of the wall beside the pavement.
Then the bell rang and I resumed my mad dash for the school gates.
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* - When I get round to that point in HYA, Whistler will explain the insertion mechanic and 'Buffy', not entirely fairly, blames him. She's even further off base now, but she doesn't know that. ;-)
** - When Buffy finds out, you will.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
"I'm going to kill Whistler*," I muttered to myself and grabbed the school uniform hanging from the back of the door. At least the skirt was a decent length.
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Not being the Slayer (or a reasonable substitute) is a tremendous drag. I'd almost forgotten over the last couple of years what it was like to lack the boundless energy and I didn't enjoy being reminded of it. It would, apart from anything else, have come in very handy trying to get to Crossroads Junior High School within a quarter hour. Particularly when I didn't know where it was.
As it was, I went around a couple of blocks before I got lucky enough to catch sight of a a big building that looked just like every Japanese school I ever saw in an anime, with a couple of girls in uniforms that looked like mine going in through the gates. I crossed my fingers for luck and ran as if I was fleeing hell, not heading for what might as well be another Hellmouth.
Naturally, that was the moment when something black crossed my path and I tripped over it. A black cat. Great, losing the Slayer powers hadn't saved me from the associated lousy luck, had it? And winding up flat on my fae on the pavement was just another reminder that being the Slayer had had some compensations that I was currently missing.
I looked closer at the cat, my vague recollections of the TV show suggesting that a black cat might be... yep. Two bandaids, stuck across the cat's forehead. Although, as I recalled it, Bunny (or Serena or Usagi**) had rescued Luna from a bunch of kids, not just tripped over her in the street.
Nonetheless, I seemed to have hold of her, so I shrugged off the concern and lifted Luna to peel away the bandaids from her crescent moon mark. "Try not to get trampled," I advised her, lowering her to the top of the wall beside the pavement.
Then the bell rang and I resumed my mad dash for the school gates.
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* - When I get round to that point in HYA, Whistler will explain the insertion mechanic and 'Buffy', not entirely fairly, blames him. She's even further off base now, but she doesn't know that. ;-)
** - When Buffy finds out, you will.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.