sm_monthly September Theme 24: Sailor-V beta by !utilizator
Based on the picture: Sailor-V beta
Another Brilliant Idea from Aino Minako (and side-kick)!
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Artemis asked and then regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth. Not that he wasn't skeptical or that the question had not already been asked for the hundredth time as he eyed her costume, but voicing such things were always preludes to worse things to come.
Sailor-V grinned as she struck an imposing pose. "Don't I look so much cooler?" she effused, ruining the earlier stern expression she wore. Artemis almost wished she could wear a serious expression longer than two seconds, but thought better of it. The Sailor fuku itself would remain a hindrance to the "stern and serious warrior" image he had always thought she should inspire. The uniform was no help whatsoever for such an image, even if someone who lacked V's flighty personality wore it with all the sternness in the world it would remain on the side of ridiculous. Youma just didn't seem to run away at the sight of a Senshi, not like the way they used to. Back then the Senshi had a tougher looking wardrobe, but it was not like he could take it up with the Silver Council about it anymore (after all they no longer existed!).
He had once tried to hint about changing her wardrobe in the best manner he knew how, or at least, the best way he understood how. His charge worked in mysterious, and often baffling ways. His best efforts eventually cumulated in him shoving a variety of wrestling and fighting magazines wherever Minako may look, when she had not been in the house. She did have the compact after all, and it could compensate for the current fuku if she chose. But she didn't take it seriously at all, not that he should have expected otherwise.
Then again, bulging muscles would never look good on her, but the idea was there...
"What kind of costume is this?" she had exclaimed incredulously as she went through the magazines. She had also laughed, loud and unladylike, as she flippantly went through the contents. "This one looks like a human youma!" she had commented colorfully and repeatedly, throughout the night. Artemis didn't appreciate it, but couldn't argue the fact that, yes, some of the men and women were rather ghoulish. It was also the end of that particular idea, but perhaps not the end of the matter.
Now, after watching a ninja vs. samurai movie that her friend had dragged her to, Minako was sure that this was going to be the new costume she wanted to sport. Artemis had been skeptical at first (Minako's ideas were, at best, only eccentric), but at least she looked like she was prepared for a fight. At least she was giving it some thought, even if she had mocked his own attempts. "Onwards, Artemis!" Minako said authoritatively, her finger pointed out, over the city. She looked like she knew what she was talking about, which usually belied the fact that she had no idea what she was talking about. Well, she sounded like she knew and it was the best he could hope for currently. Artemis tried to assure himself with these thoughts as he played his own part in her dramatized moment with all the enthusiasm he could muster.
"Alright," he agreed, trying to be more optimistic. "Where to?" Artemis asked.
"Uh... patrolling!" Sailor V answered, greatly satisfied with her quick thinking and the ultimate of improvisations.
Artemis just looked up at her skeptically as the wind blew violently by them. "Well, by all means, we should patrol," he assented finally, reluctant to support her in this sudden inspiration to do her duties (it never ends well when she was in such a mood) but even more reluctant to dissuade her of it. He knew her better now, even though he wished, at times, he had a better warning of what laid in wait for him when he took her up as his charge. It would have... prepared him better for what was to come. "By the way," he then nonchalantly added, his words remaining ever crisp and precise, "I think the bystanders can see your panties."
Sailor V blinked before choking on her own spite in the process of screeching indignantly, loud and long. Her hands automatically pulled down at her skirts as she scrambled to get away from the edge of the roof. The place she had presided over quite augustly but moments before had suddenly became a dangerous place indeed. Artemis thought in the deafening wake of her outraged and embarrassed shouts that, at the very least, she had the lungs of a warrior, if nothing else.
Another Brilliant Idea from Aino Minako (and side-kick)!
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Artemis asked and then regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth. Not that he wasn't skeptical or that the question had not already been asked for the hundredth time as he eyed her costume, but voicing such things were always preludes to worse things to come.
Sailor-V grinned as she struck an imposing pose. "Don't I look so much cooler?" she effused, ruining the earlier stern expression she wore. Artemis almost wished she could wear a serious expression longer than two seconds, but thought better of it. The Sailor fuku itself would remain a hindrance to the "stern and serious warrior" image he had always thought she should inspire. The uniform was no help whatsoever for such an image, even if someone who lacked V's flighty personality wore it with all the sternness in the world it would remain on the side of ridiculous. Youma just didn't seem to run away at the sight of a Senshi, not like the way they used to. Back then the Senshi had a tougher looking wardrobe, but it was not like he could take it up with the Silver Council about it anymore (after all they no longer existed!).
He had once tried to hint about changing her wardrobe in the best manner he knew how, or at least, the best way he understood how. His charge worked in mysterious, and often baffling ways. His best efforts eventually cumulated in him shoving a variety of wrestling and fighting magazines wherever Minako may look, when she had not been in the house. She did have the compact after all, and it could compensate for the current fuku if she chose. But she didn't take it seriously at all, not that he should have expected otherwise.
Then again, bulging muscles would never look good on her, but the idea was there...
"What kind of costume is this?" she had exclaimed incredulously as she went through the magazines. She had also laughed, loud and unladylike, as she flippantly went through the contents. "This one looks like a human youma!" she had commented colorfully and repeatedly, throughout the night. Artemis didn't appreciate it, but couldn't argue the fact that, yes, some of the men and women were rather ghoulish. It was also the end of that particular idea, but perhaps not the end of the matter.
Now, after watching a ninja vs. samurai movie that her friend had dragged her to, Minako was sure that this was going to be the new costume she wanted to sport. Artemis had been skeptical at first (Minako's ideas were, at best, only eccentric), but at least she looked like she was prepared for a fight. At least she was giving it some thought, even if she had mocked his own attempts. "Onwards, Artemis!" Minako said authoritatively, her finger pointed out, over the city. She looked like she knew what she was talking about, which usually belied the fact that she had no idea what she was talking about. Well, she sounded like she knew and it was the best he could hope for currently. Artemis tried to assure himself with these thoughts as he played his own part in her dramatized moment with all the enthusiasm he could muster.
"Alright," he agreed, trying to be more optimistic. "Where to?" Artemis asked.
"Uh... patrolling!" Sailor V answered, greatly satisfied with her quick thinking and the ultimate of improvisations.
Artemis just looked up at her skeptically as the wind blew violently by them. "Well, by all means, we should patrol," he assented finally, reluctant to support her in this sudden inspiration to do her duties (it never ends well when she was in such a mood) but even more reluctant to dissuade her of it. He knew her better now, even though he wished, at times, he had a better warning of what laid in wait for him when he took her up as his charge. It would have... prepared him better for what was to come. "By the way," he then nonchalantly added, his words remaining ever crisp and precise, "I think the bystanders can see your panties."
Sailor V blinked before choking on her own spite in the process of screeching indignantly, loud and long. Her hands automatically pulled down at her skirts as she scrambled to get away from the edge of the roof. The place she had presided over quite augustly but moments before had suddenly became a dangerous place indeed. Artemis thought in the deafening wake of her outraged and embarrassed shouts that, at the very least, she had the lungs of a warrior, if nothing else.