Something was wrong. She could not see or hear anything out of place, but the hairs on the back of her neck were telling her that she was so very wrong. Call it instinct, call it experience, call it intuition. It was usually right, whichever it was.
A change to the timestream? Not so far as she could tell. It was almost as if a pebble had been tossed into a still lake. There would be ripples on the surface, but before long the calm would return and the lake would seem the same... except that now it was different by the tiniest of tiny amounts. There was an extra pebble sitting at the bottom of it that had not been there before. Finding that one pebble out of all of them was a tremendous challenge for much the same reason that hiding in a crowd is one of the most effective manners in which to hide.
Sailor Pluto forced herself to relax. Whatever the change was, it was hiding well. Alright. Then she would wait it out. Either it would wind up drastically altering something, or it would not. If not, then there was nothing that could be done but if it changed enough events then its causal chain could be extrapolated and untangled. There was nothing else for it but to wait and see what happened next. She could watch the past for as long as she needed to...
Except that was the trap laid for her by the nature of the wish. An imperceptable series of changes did exist in everything that she looked at. Slight differences that, taken by themselves amounted to nothing. Next to nothing. Taken altogether, they added up, but far too slowly for any human mind to comprehend what they were seeing. The slightest increase in breasts jiggling, a tiny amount of extra cleavage shown, a little more leg, tighter, sexier clothes, the way people walked and behaved and looked. The difference was infinitesimal in all these cases and more besides. All designed for the simple task of gradually turning on Sailor Pluto...
Mon Oct 03 10:07:41 2011
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