Storyline Name: Regress
Creators: Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus
Forum: Free-form
Advanced or Relaxed: Advanced

Plot Summary: Back in the past, the Moon Kingdom fell at the hands of Metallia. But in this timeline, Endymion couldn’t protect Serenity and witnessed her die. Heartbroken, there was but one wish in his heart as he watched the destruction of the Moon – for Serenity to live a life devoid of worries about the two kingdoms. When Queen Serenity sealed Metallia away and wished for everyone to get another chance at life, the Silver Crystal recognized not only her wish, but Endymion’s as well.

In 20th century Tokyo, Usagi and Mamoru lead fairly normal lives as a crime fighting high-school couple. Apart from the occasional crime cases, everything seems peaceful; there are no memories of the past haunting them, no threat that would require Sailor senshi. But one day, everything comes crashing down when a tragic accident ends up taking Usagi’s life before Mamoru’s eyes. Struck by grief, he wishes he could have saved her, and his wish ends up causing him to jump back in time. Realizing he has the power to travel back in time, Mamoru vows to change Usagi’s fate. But what he doesn’t yet know is that even the tiniest wish can cause a shift in the timeline, a shift that can seal a person’s fate…

Details on any necessary information: In this roleplay, both Usagi and Mamoru have their powers, but they manifest in a very different way from the canon material. Usagi’s powers, instead of being those of a Sailor Senshi’s, are akin to Mamoru’s in the canon story. They will fight crime in a way similar to what Sailor V did before awakening as Venus.

This roleplay will focus mainly on Mamoru trying to save Usagi by going back in time. But while he jumps from one timeline to another, Usagi’s fate stays the same though the circumstances vary. The reason behind this all is a butterfly effect caused by his wish in the past (which he doesn’t remember in the beginning), and without changing it, shifting the timeline to one where Usagi’s fate is different isn’t possible.

Restrictions: Usagi (Serenity) and Mamoru (Endymion) only. Everyone else will be NPC’ed.
OOC Thread: Skype
Member to Character List:
Mamoru / Endymion: Sailor Uranus
Usagi / Serenity: Sailor Neptune

”Mamo-chan…?” Usagi poked her head inside the apartment, but nobody answered. She took a look at the shoe shelf and noticed Mamoru’s shoes were gone. Slowly a grin rose to her face – her plan had been a success.

Humming, Usagi made her way to Mamoru’s kitchen, grabbing her pink apron from the kitchen corner on her way. After spreading the grocery bag’s contents to the counter and tying her apron, she was ready for the challenge. But as she began to piece together the sandwiches, a thought hit her - wouldn’t using traditional fillings for every sandwich be boring? Surely new flavor combinations would make the picnic more exciting!
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Half an hour (and some unsuccessful filling combinations) later, a large plate of sandwiches sat in the fridge, waiting to be consumed. But there was one more task she needed to tackle before Mamoru came back… homework.

”A~ah, I guess there’s no helping it.” Usagi sighed and slumped down on the chair. Couldn’t the teachers allow homework-less days sometimes?

The first fifteen minutes of her study session went smoothly, until a wave of fatigue washed over her. Usagi shook her head to regather her energy, but her effort was in vain. The tick tocks of the kitchen clock grew louder and louder in her ears, like they were trying to disturb her on purpose. Grumbling, she bit the end of her pen harder, squinted her eyes, tried to focus her attention on the white page, but the words kept blurring in front of her eyes on their own.

“...I give up!” she exclaimed, forehead colliding with the table with a thump. She’d just have to complete her schoolwork later, right?

Usagi stood up and took one final look on her book before closing it down and admitting her defeat. She could swear she felt the book’s accusing eyes on her back as she walked to the living room and curled up on the sofa. After a moment’s search her fingers found a blanket at the other end of her temporary haven, and she pulled it over her head. Soon a loud yawn escaped her mouth. Maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad… just a short, five-minute nap...

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It had been a long day.

Wearily Mamoru unlocked his apartment door, only to find it was already open. A chill went up his spine and he was instantly awake as he slowly removed his keys and held them in his left hand as his right carefully turned the handle, gingerly pushing the door inward. Had someone figured out his identity? On high alert, he was prepared to throw the door open at the slightest hint someone was hiding behind it, or sling his bookbag in if a mysterious figure were revealed -- but then he saw her shoes, and all of that energy left him swiftly, his shoulders slumping with the combination of relief and embarrassment. How long ago had he given her that key? Long enough to make that reaction foolish, at least. 

He finished opening the door like a normal person and put his book case on the floor beside the shoe shelf, slid out of his shoes and into his slippers, leaning on the wall for support, and walked in to find her school book closed and alone on the table. The kitchen was empty, the television was off - he drew in a breath to call out for her, when he spotted the lump of blanket on the couch, and let out the air softly as a fond feeling welled up inside him. He approached the couch and stood there watching the blanket rise and fall rhythmically with her breathing, shaking his head - how could she sleep with a blanket over her like that? - and wondered if he should wake her up. They were supposed to go on a picnic, but he had been caught up at practice and got out much later than anticipated; did she still want to go with him? 

She must have been really tired, to fall asleep like that. He stifled a sympathetic yawn, and sat down at the base of the couch. He'd let her sleep a little while longer before waking her up. He turned the television on and muted it before it could disturb her, watching the news - as they were prone to do now - and read the headings that scrolled across the screen. Usually he could pay attention to them, but just then, with Usako's soft breathing and the long morning* behind him, they were almost rhythmic, like counting sheep. He found himself nodding off, the back of his head resting against the middle couch cushion, supported by her blanket. 

Maybe he'd rest his eyes, just for a moment...

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