Actually, she wasn't awake. Currently, Usagi was passed out over the very same book she'd used to summon the demons, having a very nice, very yummy dream--donuts and fried chicken and ice cream and lollipops the size of mountains and trees made the landscape of this slumbering fantasy, and although it was kind of sacrosanct she was drooling a bit on the page of the book.
It was kind of a miracle--or make that a mystery; there wasn't much miraculous about summoning soul-hungry demons--that she'd been reading it in the first place. Usagi could used barely be assed to read her normal books for school, and that was actually supposed to be worth something. Pleasure reading was the kind of thing that Ami did, or maybe Makoto or Minako (but only if it was a trashy bodice ripper). If Rei hadn't been so haughty about her having the psychic talents of a rock, hadn't gone out of her way to snootily shove the book back onto her shelf when Usagi was just curiously glancing at it, hadn't told, "This isn't just some silly manga for a dumpling head," Usagi never would have sneakily stuck it into her book bag, never would have brought it home, never would have painstakingly set up all the candles and drawn all the diagrams before reciting all the words.
And that was a whole lot of nevers to have overcome in just one go, but there was another never that she had entirely ignored:
Never ever forget to seal your demon summoning circle with salt.
Instead she'd drunk a bunch of sugary soft drinks and eaten a lot of candy and waited and waited for something to appear, until finally she'd laid her head down to rest, just for a second, she'd promised herself. This was about as truthful as the usual, "Just one more minute, mom," she usually mumbled from under her warm, comfy covers in the mornings, and she'd been asleep and gently snoring within five.
Being currently in a lighter portion of her sleep cycle, she was somewhat distantly aware of the presence of the demons in the room--or at least their voices. They manifested themselves as echoes that shook the edible landscape of her dream, threatening to make brownies crack and cookies crumble. "Mmmnuh," Usagi groaned, turning her head to the other side and closing her eyes tight against the noise. "Just... five more minutes," she mumbled.
She was certainly in for a rude awakening, in more ways than one.
[ooc: Wasn't sure if I should reply as a top-level comment to keep the thread from collapsing or if it'd be preferable reply directly onto Tsuzuki's sooo I took a gamble. :D Let me know if I should repost.]
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It was kind of a miracle--or make that a mystery; there wasn't much miraculous about summoning soul-hungry demons--that she'd been reading it in the first place. Usagi could used barely be assed to read her normal books for school, and that was actually supposed to be worth something. Pleasure reading was the kind of thing that Ami did, or maybe Makoto or Minako (but only if it was a trashy bodice ripper). If Rei hadn't been so haughty about her having the psychic talents of a rock, hadn't gone out of her way to snootily shove the book back onto her shelf when Usagi was just curiously glancing at it, hadn't told, "This isn't just some silly manga for a dumpling head," Usagi never would have sneakily stuck it into her book bag, never would have brought it home, never would have painstakingly set up all the candles and drawn all the diagrams before reciting all the words.
And that was a whole lot of nevers to have overcome in just one go, but there was another never that she had entirely ignored:
Never ever forget to seal your demon summoning circle with salt.
Instead she'd drunk a bunch of sugary soft drinks and eaten a lot of candy and waited and waited for something to appear, until finally she'd laid her head down to rest, just for a second, she'd promised herself. This was about as truthful as the usual, "Just one more minute, mom," she usually mumbled from under her warm, comfy covers in the mornings, and she'd been asleep and gently snoring within five.
Being currently in a lighter portion of her sleep cycle, she was somewhat distantly aware of the presence of the demons in the room--or at least their voices. They manifested themselves as echoes that shook the edible landscape of her dream, threatening to make brownies crack and cookies crumble. "Mmmnuh," Usagi groaned, turning her head to the other side and closing her eyes tight against the noise. "Just... five more minutes," she mumbled.
She was certainly in for a rude awakening, in more ways than one.
[ooc: Wasn't sure if I should reply as a top-level comment to keep the thread from collapsing or if it'd be preferable reply directly onto Tsuzuki's sooo I took a gamble. :D Let me know if I should repost.]