Meetra Surik Rebuilt the Jedi (the_exile) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-28 00:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), meetra surik |
"Thank you for the nice time. I'm going to jump a boy racer."
Who: Meetra and Michiru
What: Hanging out. Pottery. The force and transformations.
When: Uh. Recently? XD
Where: A park somewhere
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for pervy minds.
Michiru shifted on the side of the bench, just looking at the water in the lake in front of her. She'd texted Meetra to meet her at the park. She wanted to spend more time with her, since the last times got cancelled by Haruka's sex drive.
She's chosen a rather tight fitting skirt, and a shirt that only just makes her look showing. She is rather small, and her mother who was the same size, showed well into the early weeks of pregnancy.
She sighed and set a hand over her stomach for effect. She might feel a little bad for playing such a huge prank on Meetra, but her face would be well worth it. Damn she loved making the girl flail.
Haruka's sex drive was starting to get annoying. But Meetra had discovered her own. Even if she wasn't sure where she and Roland stood now that they weren't linked any more. She drove up, and got out of her car. Michiru wasn't difficult to find, green hair and everything. She plopped down next to her, "Hey!"
"Hey!" Sat up, keeping her hand on her stomach and smiled. "Guess we finally get some girl time, huh?" This was going to be nice, she knew that.
She loved spending time with her. She almost reminded her of someone she knew, but didn't know. Her personality rather familiar.
For effect she reached to rubbed at her back before sitting a bit better. "I have a few fun things planned for us."
"Do you think you can keep up?" Meetra teased. Michiru brought out that side in her. So did Haruka, for that matter. The Jedi gave her a hearty grin.
"You making pregnancy jokes already?" Arched an eyebrow and pushed her lips together. At least Meetra was convinced, she guessed. Faking a pregnancy around her was easier than she thought it'd be.
"It's my perogative as your friend." Meetra had no reason to believe she was being duplicitous, and was taking her at face value.
Besides, too much opportunity to tease.
"Now that's just making me change my mind of including 'Meetra' on our list of baby names if it's a girl."
Meetra laughed, "You could do a lot better than Meetra, Michiru. I loved my parents but they were horrible at picking names."
She rolled her eyes. "It's better than a lot of the things Haruka has come up with." She smirked and stood up, pushing her stomach out only a tiny bit. "Come on."
Michiru headed off towards the pottery place. She was going to get Meetra to make something with clay!
This could end in disaster. Or clay in Michiru's hair. One of the two. Meetra got to her feet and followed, "I can't imagine."
Michiru smirked "He put down Usagi as one. It means bunny in Japanese. He wants to name our kid after animals." Pushed her lips together, so very not amused.
Sad thing is, she's certain she knows that name, or well feels she does. She's shaken it off as nothing but her head being weird.
"There's nothing wrong with bunnies. I was thinking of getting you one." Meetra gave her a soft grin, "If it's a boy how about Revan?"
Michiru shrugged. "We've got a long way to go you know... I'm only about a month along." Looked at her. "Yes, first time we did things I got pregnant. Don't tease me."
Once they get to the pottery place, she signed then in.
"It often happens like that. You're just lucky it worked out?" She regarded her friend critically, "You're going to keep it?"
"Yeah... We are." Brushed her hair behind her ear. Some of this she's actually thought a lot of this over with Haruka. "And we're going to move into an actual house. He's still going to race of course, but she said he will make sure he's extra safe."
"As long as he still spars with me I can live with that." She grinned at Michiru, "So pottery. Are we making him something?"
The only good part about having a slightly bothersome stomach at the moment in time, meant she could make the hoax even stronger. She covered a hand over her mouth, looking around for the toilet.
She looked desperately at Meetra to ask the woman at the front to ask for her. Can't very well speak when you're close to vomiting
Meetra snerked, "Where's the bathroom, miss? My friend is with child." Which was an odd way of putting it, but sometimes she had issues where her dream life crept through.
Once shown the direction, after giving Meetra a 'really? Phrase it like that?' look, she ran off to the bathroom. When she came back, she's more than a little light headed.
"Ugh. This kid is out to get me I swear."
Meetra just smiled, "Welcome to the next eight months."
"Oh shut up." Stuck her tongue out at Meetra before taking a seat by the clay. "Here, sit down and I'll show you what to do." Took the handful of clay and set it down before gently pushing the wheeled to let the clay set. She got her hands wet.
Following her, the older woman sat down and watched intently.
"Watch closely."Began moving her hands around the clay, using her fingers to gently start molding the it "You have to be firm but gentle. Keep your hands wet while work so it doesn't dry out and get painful to rub at..." She may be making it sound sexual on purpose.
"You can make anything sound dirty," Meetra said, flushing slightly as she watched.
"It's a talent."Smirked at her and pushed a fist down it to start the inside. She kept going slow, letting the clay work with and for her. "Come on, grab the clay and start for yourself."
Meetra got some clay and wet her fingers, then proceeded to make the ugliest clay pot anyone had ever created.
Michiru rolled her eyes and stopped her wheel. She stood up and sat behind her. "Here, let me guide you..." She took her hands and set her fingers right. She moved them up and down as the clay moved.
"You have to work with the clay, not against it. The clay will make itself into whatever it wants." pushed her neck on her shoulder to see better. "Move your hands with it, slow and gentle when it needs, Hard and fast when you need to angle it." Yes, making it pervy again.
Meetra blushed more deeply, and shifted in her seat. Michiru's words were having a sort of effect on her. She was trying not to show it.
"I can sense the breathing pattern changes, Meetra." Smirked and rolled her eyes before pulling away. "Just remember what I said. Applies to a lot of thing." She sat back down and began with hers.
As Meetra worked at the clay, she started to get the hang of it. Then something peculiar happend. Her face became more focused. Steady and intense, it seemed like her hands weren't actually touching the clay as it molded into an unusual shape. Ornate, ancient, perhaps a little alien.
"Hmmm..."she tipped her head, staring a bit closer. After a shorter why she stopped messing with the clay. "That's gorgeous, Meetra..." Her own was covered with designs of an ancient language of her own, but she knew why that was happening.
Meetra blinked, and looked down at her pot. She had no idea where it had come from. Well she had a small idea.
But she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"I assume it's to do with your memories?"
"Yes." Meetra nodded her head, "Dreams." She eyed Michiru thoughtfully, "That's perceptive."
"I've always had the ability to understand people and their motives. It's a gift I guess." went back to her pot.
She set it down and carved the symbol for Neptune into it and gently lifted it to take it the man to fire it in the kiln.
Meetra looked at the words she'd marked into the pot.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.
She lifted the pot without touching it, then gently floated it into her hand, before standing and walking to the kiln.
"Interesting..." Looked at it before paying for the firing. "I like it though." Stepped out and when they did there was a man starting fires in the middle of the park. Everyone else had left and polive were starting to the scene but.
"...shit." she knew what to do. She just didn't know if she should. She sighed and looked to Meetra. "Can you keep a secret that is far larger in size than a pregnancy or relationship?"
"Yes, if you're willing to keep one for me."
Michiru nodded and summoned the lip rod into her hand. She lifted it. "Neptune Planet Power, Make-up!" a quick flick of the wrist and spinning it around her and she stood fast in her fuku.
She looked back at her before running towards him. She kicked him top the side, rolling her eyes when more than one man came out. "You guys are ridiculous!" She jumped back with an obviously inhuman height and power behind it before lifting her hands and twisting her ankles around each other. "Deep Submerge!"
A blast of energy and water in the shape of a planet with a ring around it, swept forward towards them, knocking them over and dousing the fire. She walked over and smirked. "I'll let the police deal with you from here. Enjoy your bath." She walked back over with a confident yet elegant gate in her step. "Surik?:
Meetra stared. Really, that was all she could do. She stared. It was too difficult to find the right words. Besides staring. Which wasn't a word, but damn.
"You keep this secret, or I will do to you, what I did to them." She's almost regal in her speaking, giving off an air of power. "Understand?"
"Your secret is safe with me," Meetra replied, as she suddenly lifted a trash can with the Force and tossed it. It cracked the guy in the head as he started to get up again. He fell down, the can stuck on his head.
Michiru didn't seem too fazed. "I've not seen anything indifferent than in my dreams." She honestly doesn't seem to indifferent about it. "your secret is safe with me as well."
"I'm not sure how I did that. It doesn't always..work." How could she explain the force? Then again, how could she explain a girl in a short skirt with a magic wand?
"You have energy within your body. There are people who obviously can control it better than others. You obviously use it to lift objects and move them at your will. I use it to channel the element I possess and the power of my planet." She is, in fact, the wiser of the senshi. One under only to Sailor Pluto.
Meetra nodded her head, "We call it the Force. It is in all living things, and in the fabric of the universe itself."
"And far as I remember, we are protectors of the universe."she sighed. "Why specifically, I don't know..." Let her transformation fade.
"We should get going." Meetra took her hand and started to tug.
"Yes." Followed her till they were in a more private spot before swooning against her. Being ill, and still not fully awakened as a senshi, meant easily exhausted.
Meetra picked Michiru up, rather effortlessly, and carried her to her car, "Come on, lets get you someplace quiet."
Held a hand over her mouth and pushed off, throwing up by a tree.
Meetra rubbed her back, "Easy."
"Sorry..." Pushed herself off and wiped off her mouth while her body shuddered. Only good thing about the stomach issues, she can easily fake morning sickness!
"You sure you'll be okay?"
Michiru nodded. "I will be. Let's go get something to eat?" Sat up and looked at her. "Might help if I get something in my stomach."
"Assuming it doesn't make you throw up," She replied.
"It shouldn't..." Headed back towards the foot court type area. She blinked when her phone beeped and the smile she made when she saw the message was as obvious as her green hair.
"Tell Haruka I said hi, and I'm going to keep you forever."
Michiru rolled her eyes. "He's jealous though."
"Good." Meetra smirked.
"He doesn't admit to being jealous, but he is." Smirked and sent the text before putting it back in her purse. "so, yeah... I'm moving in with him."
"Do you guys want help?" Meetra ordered them both some food.
"I don't know... He's rather strong. We could use some helping packing." Rolled her eyes. "He's not the most ...organised of men."
"Few men are."
"But he's real good at packing things in." smirked and took a sip of the drink that Meetra ordered for her.
Meetra flushed, visibly, and planted food in front of her friend.
"Problems Meetra?"Giggled and started eating.
"You always do that to me. You're a terrible woman!"
"With you have to go spend time with you... Man toy, after we're through with this?" Rolled her eyes. "Or have you been using what I purchased you?"
"Now I have. When I'm not with my 'man toy' as you so eloquently put it." Meetra rolled her eyes, "You're unbelievable you know that?"
"And yet, you still spend time with me." She giggled and set her fork aside. "Meetra... Does Haruka ever speak about me when you two spar?"
"I spend time with you because I love you." She smiled, "Sometimes. It's usually when I can get a good blow in."
Meetra just set herself up for that one.
"I'm the only one allowed to blow him. Back off." Stuck her tongue at her. "He's mine." Michiru had a jealous streak in her too.
"He's all yours. Let me get you back to him." Meetra gave her a smile.
Michiru smirked. "Might be a good thing. Can't leave the horny bastard alone for too long. He makes a mess and doesn't clean the sheets up after."
"Ew."
Michiru couldn't help but laugh. "You're adorable, Hime-chan..." She blinked and shook her head. "Sorry, forgive me. I don't know where that came from. You're adorable."
"Thank you. I think." Meetra eyedarted.
"Take it as a compliment. " stood up and bumped the edge of the table on her stomach by accident. "Ow!"
Meetra winced, "Are you all right?!"
"I should be..."Held a hand in a 'protective' manner over her stomach and spoke down to it. "Sorry little one..."
Meetra clucked her tongue, "It'll be fine. Just be more careful!"
"Hush you. You're not the one pregnant."She rolled her eyes and grabbed her thing and for once bent over to hug her. "Thank you for the nice time. I'm going to jump a boy racer." Walked off, knowing damn sure Meetra would blush.
And Meetra did indeed blush.
"That woman is going to be the death of me AND Haruka."