Omake thread, Ami

[Anastasia]

Again, silly.

This is meant to be self spoofing and funny, so chill.

Literally.

^_^

[Anastasia]

Oh dear.

There are many things that have happened since becoming Sailor Mercury that you haven't expected. Fighting for the sake of the planet is one, battling a living weapon capable of galaxy level destruction is another. So, for that matter, is falling in love with several women in a shameless series of lesbian lovefests.

But hey, it's kept your life interesting. Even if the depression was becoming crushing, and that you had to fight back the urge to hug a stuffed animal and hide in your room.

That's what you did last night, as a matter of fact. Such a shame...you wake early, feeling strangely light headed and dazed. Oooooh...if you had ever gotten bombed before, you'd think you were a bit tipsy.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami wakes up, blearily looking around, and trying to shake off the slightly odd ...buzzing in her head. swaying slightly, she pushes herself upright, and looks around, wondering why she didn't at least get to enjoy the process of getting drunk if she was tipsy now.

[Anastasia]

Your room seems unduly bright as you blink in the slight sunlight. It's like you feel disconnected somehow, a certain wooziness to your perception. Nothing looks out of place in your room from your view, though a shake ofyour head doesn't help too much with the disorientation.

[Bean Bandit]

Reflexively, Ami puts her hand to her foehead and neck, checking her physical symptoms...then shaking her head and attempting to climb to her feet and make it to the door of her bedroom, heading for the bathroom. She moves carefully, with delicate steps to resist the world's sudden fascination with shaking just enough to make her fall down.

[Anastasia]

Oddly, you don't feel much of anything from your neck. No heat at all from your forehead, either. Rising, you notice something is wrong right off the bat - you find yourself hovering an inch or so off the floor.

[Bean Bandit]

Waking up disoriented? Hey, it happens. Not feeling well? Well, unfortunate, but hardly unusual. But floating?

"W-What's going ON?" Ami blurts, looking down at herself to see if she can figure out why exactly gravity has decided to relax it's hold.

[Anastasia]

You notice the slightest transprancy to yourself, light just shining through your body.

"Hohoho..." A highly girlish, mocking laugh fills the room, from behind you. "Poor Ami-chan...." the suffix is spoken in high jest, as if the entire thing vastly amuses the speaker.

[Bean Bandit]

"Who's there?" Ami calls out. Okay. So I'm a ghost. No, ghosts don't exist, well, wait. They do, but...When exactly did I become so accustomed to weirdness that the fact that I can now SEE THOUGH MY BODY doesn't upset me????

[Anastasia]

"Just an old friend, Ami-chan," Zoicite laughs, appearing to sit on your bed. Turning to a lump right besides her/him, he pokes it with a snicker. "Ah...how ironic.

The first person to ever die of severe angst poisoning and it's someone I know! Hohohohoho..."

There are several things here both wrong, insulting and probably dreadfully ironic in a non Alanis Morrisette way. Should you have the leisure and interest to write them all out, you could probably fill out a tome on them.

The fact of it remains, though, that you are 1. Most likely dead. 2. Seeing a former enemy. 3. Getting mocked by the gayest enemy of them all. In you rown damn room.

[Bean Bandit]

Ami recoils. "D-Dead?" She whispered, feeling an icy hand clench at her heart. However, Zoicite proves to be a temporary respite from this. His voice quickly pushes her mood from gloom to, in this case, unreasonable irritation. As he continues to cackle like a deranged hen, Ami decides that there's something she's always wanted to know, and now seems a perfect time to test the hypothesis.

Still feeling quite cheated by her abrupt death and disoriented by the whole situation so she probably wasn't thinking clearly when she decided on it...but none the less she gives her full attention to attempting to punch Zoicite square on the nose.

[Anastasia]

WHAM!!!!!!

Your fist impacts Zoicite's pretty nose, sending it in a 50 degree turn and a snapping of cartildge heard! "AAAAAHHHH!" he moans, holding his nose in pain. "You widdle slamp!" Words garbled by a currently non functional nose, he falls back, over where your formerly in use legs are now. "Whaaat surt!"

[Bean Bandit]

Ami's eyes glint slightly. That was remarkably satisfying...IMMENSELY so. She smiles sweetly. "Good morning, Zoicite." She replies pleasantly. "I've had a poor start to my day, so I hope you won't hold this against me later."

With a slightly detached look of a girl teetering on the edge of a complete nervous breakdown, Ami makes a grab for Zoicite with the full intention of beating him...well, until her arms grow tired. No like she could kill him again, after all.

[Anastasia]

"WELL," he snorts, putting his nose back in place. You notice no blood, though, his eyes going wide as you rush in again. "Hey, you litt-AH!" Crying in pain as a rabid Ami-chan rushes him, his body is battered a dozen times over as you give into your long suppressed homicidal urges.

Perhaps Celcia was onto something. This feels rather liberating, really....and it answers the old question, "Can you literally put your foot in your mouth?"

[Bean Bandit]

After a deeply satisfying session of beating someone without restraint, Ami sits back...and her gaze falls squarely on the motionless lump on her bed. "This is-isn't...fair..." She whispers, curling up in the corner anf beginning to cry.