Meetra Surik Rebuilt the Jedi (the_exile) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-08 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, meetra surik, tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
I’m having a hell of a time thinking through this.
Who: Tenoh Haruka and Meetra Surik
What: Something that, hopefully, Rita won’t turn into a terrible story. Meetra also gets advice about Roland's proposal.
When: Somewhen
Where: I have no idea!
Rating: PG-13 for Haruka
Status: Complete
It’d been too long since Haruka’d last had time to spend with Meetra. Most of the time, it’d been because Michiru’d somehow ended up bringing the two of them together, which tended to end in... well, intense awkwardness. Sometimes. Nothing as bad as the time she’d managed to accidentally out her, of course.
They’d agreed to meet in a park, fairly neutral ground, and just figure something out from there. Haruka totally wasn’t considering asking her to go to Rei’s burlesque club, no ma’am.
Intense awkwardness and a lot of blushing, mostly on Meetra’s part. Oh she’d gotten better at it, but she still got got, pretty regularly.
Meetra was waiting in the park, wearing a dress of all things. It was the closest thing she had to a robe that wasn’t actually a robe, and she was feeling a little girly.
Her mind was still trying to decide what to do about Roland.
A dress? It wasn’t often Haruka got to see her in things like that! In a way, it was nice to see a change, but at the same time... this had better not mean that Meetra wanted to see her in the damned miniskirt. Some things were just entirely verboten.
“You need to stop beating me places, kitten. It’s bad for my reputation.” She was the Senshi of the Skies, after all! That kind of implied speed as a rule.
Meetra wanted to see her in the miniskirt, but she’d never ask. That would be impolite.
“The great Haruka should let ladies come first,” she replied, taking a page from Michiru.
Impolite and terrible, but it’d likely happen one day. Because Haruka was slowly getting used to the stupid thing. “I could take that in so many ways, kitten... and I do tend to, if you ask Michiru.”
Was that terrible? If so, Haruka didn’t care~.
“So does Michiru. Really, between the two of you, you’re the dirtiest people I know. And you wouldn’t expect it of her. I certainly didn’t.” Meetra laughed. “But I wouldn’t change it.”
Haruka chuckled. “There’s no changing us, even if you’d wanted to. Someone has to be ridiculously perverted, and... well, it might as well be us. Makes the miniskirts feel less strange, you know?”
"I'm quite happy with my robe. I'd feel ridiculous fighting in a skirt."
Haruka shrugged. “Suit yourself, kitten. I think you’d look good in one... give whatever you’re fighting a nice distraction.” She wasn’t about to admit that she’d gotten distracted more times than was strictly proper by Michiru’s legs. That’d just be silly.
Especially since then she’d probably have to mention that Michiru’d gotten just as terribly sidetracked sometimes. It was a miracle they’d ever managed to fight anything. “Maybe that’s what the point of the uniform is. Mass distraction and shiny things.”
“I don’t think I like the idea. I’d prefer armor, to be completely honest.” Even a jedi wore armor in war time. It would be outright stupid to reply entirely on the force.
Maybe there was a point there. As much as Haruka could see the benefits of the miniskirt getup when it came to things like range of motion, it really didn’t offer much protection - she’d had enough dreams that proved that, like when she’d somehow managed to hurt her hand quite badly simply by punching another Senshi too hard.
“If I could change the miniskirt out for something more armoured, I’d do it in a heartbeat. And not only because, you know... guy in a miniskirt, little strange.” To say the very, very least. Even in a miniskirt, Haruka hardly cut a convincing image of femininity. “The best thing about it all is the sword, I swear.”
“Couldn’t you?” Meetra asked, raising her eyebrow. “Command it to give you something more appropriate and more defensive?”
“We tried. All we got were stupid dresses.” True, Michiru’d looked incredible in them, but it really hadn’t suited Haruka. Again, too many angles, not enough... general womanliness.
“We should make you some armor. Won’t help for spontaneous battles, but if you could wear it after you transform, you can use it when you’re planning ahead for a patrol.” Because Meetra knew.
“...Kitten, this is just one of the many reasons why I adore you.” Sure, there was a brief moment where she’d thought ‘wait, why didn’t we think of that?’, but it was easy to ignore. Jedi clearly had better ideas than superpowered magical aliens.
"I try. We could design something from my dreams? Protective and flexible."
“The flexibility is the most important thing. I tried using this... tuxedo-styled replacement once, but it cut down my range of movement a little too much.” She still had it, naturally, but that was just because it had amusing effects on Michiru. “It being lightweight is pretty important too. Just for the same sort of reason.”
“So we’ll need to keep the skirt. Don’t worry, warriors throughout history used skirts, looked at the Romans and Egyptians! Or perhaps we need to go more..samurai...”
Uh. Would samurai really work? Sure, Haruka had the sword, but it wasn’t exactly in that kind of style. More pirate-y, really, which was just going to go unsaid for now. It’d be awkward, and could lead to terrible, terrible jokes. “I think that’s relying a little too much on me being Japanese. The things I’ve seen of the Kingdom we’re meant to protect seem more... Greek, I guess? Or Roman.”
She’d never claimed to be good at history, dammit.
She shrugged a shoulder. “We can research things. Perhaps some sort of leather leggings and flexible armor for your chest. Something similar to what I wore in war. We can go very Greek with it. Spartan.”
Hopefully without the, uh, interesting relations with men. Definitely, definitely not Haruka’s thing. “As long as I can still throw ridiculous balls of energy at things, I think I’ll be happy. Even if it’s getting a little destructive lately.”
Obliterating a lamppost was a reasonable thing, right? It was hard to aim sometimes!
“You rather enjoy that.” Meetra laughed. She could throw balls of energy herself, even if it was a different sort of energy and a different sort of ball.
Haruka grinned. Was was more enjoyable than throwing a World Shaking in someone’s face? “It’s fun! You should see their faces when that thing comes flying out of nowhere...”
"Utter shock and horror?" Meetra laughed. "You really ought to be careful though. You might attract undue attention."
Well, wasn’t that always a risk? Between the miniskirts and the fact that all of their attacks (and even their transformations) were ridiculous... “I guess I could just use the sword more often. Just as much fun, but with less explosions.”
"I'm more partial to swords, as you can imagine." She wondered if they would be attacked. It would be nice.
Well, you never knew in places like this... it’d be a nice excuse to show off the ridiculousness that was the Space Sword. “I know. I think I still have bruises that prove just how much you love your swords...”
“Oh, good. I’m sure Michiru sees those on an hourly basis.” Her eyes gleamed. “Can I ask your advice on something?”
Hourly? It was something a little more often than that! Not that Meetra needed to be told that... “Of course, kitten. I like being able to help.”
“Roland asked me to marry him. I didn’t say no, but I didn’t say yes, either.” She stopped walking, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “I’m having a hell of a time thinking through this.”
That wasn’t something Haruka could’ve ever expected. Still, something she could probably try and give advice on. “What’s the main reason for it? If you have any idea, I mean - I know it’s not always easy to talk about emotions.”
“I think it’s about emotions. And it’s not that I don’t love him.” She folded her arms over herself. “I thought I was better than this. Able to deal with my dreams and the woman I was. Follow my own advice to follow my heart.”
“Kitten, you’re one of the best people I know. Questions like that are just... hard to answer, for anyone.” She was still surprised Michiru had even considered saying yes, in other words. Not that she was even remotely complaining. “Does this mean it’s something from the dreams making you unsure?”
God, that was a feeling she knew all too well.
“Emotions are things that Jedi tend to avoid. It’s...attachments. We’re not supposed to form them. I never really cared if I did, I thought I could handle it. But I’m not sure I can handle it with Roland. I’ve had so many dreams the past few nights that it’s sending my head for a spin.”
Strangely, that was something Haruka had some vague experience with, thanks to the dreams. The Outer Sailor Senshi were meant to be eternally alone - separated from each other, and all the more from their Princess and her Guardians. It was only through Usagi’s influence that things had started changing. “Getting attached to people isn’t all bad... then again, I’m the guy who has the Love and Justice dreams, so I would say that.”
She smiled wryly. “I know. I still don’t know what I will do. I was scared. I am scared. And fear can be both good and bad.”
It wasn’t often that you could really say fear could be good. Haruka certainly couldn’t think of any situations where it’d be possible. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you scared, kitten. Strange concept.”
“Sometimes you need that fear to fuel you. You don’t want it to control you, or sway your decisions. But a little fear can be healthy.” Meetra explained. “You face something, you control your fear, and then you use that to kick your ass into gear.”
See, this was why it was good to have Meetra as a friend! Even with the occasional stabbing in inappropriate places... honestly, it was practically like saying ‘hello’ for them by this point. “So... what does that mean in relation to what he asked? What’s your fear trying to motivate you to do? Or are we still in the ‘ohgod, I want to hide’ stage of it all?”
She’d totally understand if that was true!
“I think it’s the ‘ohgod’ stage still,” Meetra admitted, with a laugh. “Maybe I could get away with a long engagement. Or would that be worse if I called that off at some point?”
Haruka shrugged. “The longer the engagement, the less surprised anyone’d be... either way, it’s not like you have to get married stupidly quickly after getting engaged. Michiru and I are only doing it because... well, because we’re special.”
Meetra laughed, and put her arm around Haruka. "I need to think some more, maybe ask a fellow Jedi." Maybe it would be all right. Maybe not.
“They’d probably be better at this sort of thing than me! The Love and Justice dreams are corrupting me...” Definitely one of those phrases Haruka had never thought she’d ever say. “In the meantime, I think I can at least take you somewhere nice and distracting... I mean, I know that burlesque club...”
What? It was a legitimate distraction!
"Well, if you insist..."