sm_monthly Aug 27 theme
Admittedly, I usually write Sailor Moon as a stable time loop. But this is saying not necessarily.
Title: Hurtling Around
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Meioh Setsuna--Roller Skates
Genre: Drama
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
She was going to find who whoever had invented a planet where everyone wore wheels on their footwear to get around and she was going to kill them. Kill them dead and walk them through the ninth gate of hell personally.
“Watch out! Coming through!”
The going fast wasn’t so hard, other than the constant skipping over every crack and shadow and the spinning out in an off-balance crescent around every corner. It was more the--
Crash!
Stopping.
“I am Sailor Colere, soldier of freedom and the divine wheel. Who are you?”
Normally she’d be all for “let the locals deal with it” but one look told her that wasn’t going to be feasible. “Sailor Pluto, time guardian, tracking an unauthorized time travel.”
“I will assist you!” The girl’s lilting speech was archaic but she made up for it with puppy dog-like eagerness and exuberance.
“It’s your future self who’s decided to change the past. In advance let me tell you, next time, don’t try it. It won’t help.”
“Wouldn’t that be a paradox?”
“Believe me when I say I’m the one here who knows how time travel works.” She promptly belied her expertise by trying to stand up and her legs going out from under her.
“I could still do the catching part, though, if my future self is overcome by grief or confusion and does not know what is right?”
“I might be persuaded to permit that.”
“You won’t have to erase my memory later, will you?”
“That would be silly and self-fulfilling.”
At least, she begrudged it, it was better than the ice-skating planet where everyone had knives strapped to their feet while she fell down.
Title: Hurtling Around
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Meioh Setsuna--Roller Skates
Genre: Drama
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
She was going to find who whoever had invented a planet where everyone wore wheels on their footwear to get around and she was going to kill them. Kill them dead and walk them through the ninth gate of hell personally.
“Watch out! Coming through!”
The going fast wasn’t so hard, other than the constant skipping over every crack and shadow and the spinning out in an off-balance crescent around every corner. It was more the--
Crash!
Stopping.
“I am Sailor Colere, soldier of freedom and the divine wheel. Who are you?”
Normally she’d be all for “let the locals deal with it” but one look told her that wasn’t going to be feasible. “Sailor Pluto, time guardian, tracking an unauthorized time travel.”
“I will assist you!” The girl’s lilting speech was archaic but she made up for it with puppy dog-like eagerness and exuberance.
“It’s your future self who’s decided to change the past. In advance let me tell you, next time, don’t try it. It won’t help.”
“Wouldn’t that be a paradox?”
“Believe me when I say I’m the one here who knows how time travel works.” She promptly belied her expertise by trying to stand up and her legs going out from under her.
“I could still do the catching part, though, if my future self is overcome by grief or confusion and does not know what is right?”
“I might be persuaded to permit that.”
“You won’t have to erase my memory later, will you?”
“That would be silly and self-fulfilling.”
At least, she begrudged it, it was better than the ice-skating planet where everyone had knives strapped to their feet while she fell down.