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Call it fate, call it good luck... or even call it dumb luck. For Daphne, in the end it would really be her choice which she chose to call it.

Heels clinked on the ground unknowing to those within the house, fingers swung a set of keys between them as she walked. The woman approaching was one that was not yet common to these particular residency, but enough to where when she entered the foyer she at least was not stopped and questioned. No... She even looked the part. While she refused to use the last name 'Xanis', Helen was definitely of the blood line. To her great dismay, this was, their father was a self proclaimed man whore.

Todays visit was originally for a more selfish reason for the blond woman. She wanted answers... wanted to know why she summoned that stick those weeks ago in their apartment. It was all a mystery to her, one that she was avoiding as if a plague was knocking on her front door selling cookies. Tempting, the power was tempting. Though like Adam and Eve, she soon found herself becoming closer to that last bite. She wanted answers before she started to test this out, so here she was... somehow with a key that she left up to the imagination as to how she acquired it.

A knock on the door, no answer. So... she let herself in. Pushing open and walking in to the familiar hallway, the first notice of something being wrong lay on the ground. Bunching her eyebrows together, she closed the door with a extended leg, and picked up a lock of hair in the same movement. ....Blue Hair?

"....Daphne? Daphne!"

The chunk of hair floated back to the floor, forgotten, as the blond made a beeline for the direction of the voice. To say she was worried was a understatement, adrenaline and rage filled her whole being as she approached the voice. It was so faint at first, barely a mumble... then it came loud and clear and the direction was obvious. Had Elzo and Daphne had a fight, did Elzo hurt her? If Elzo had done something to the woman Helen would rip his balls off and feed them to him on a silver platter... you did NOT do this to your girl. Your love. This was something barbaric... something maybe their father would have done.

Making a turn into another room... the first thing noticed was the amount of blue locks that littered the floor. Curly and in clumps it was tossed around almost lazily, making the once sparkling room seem dark and dreary. Or like a hair salon that needed a really good sweep. She made a quick apprasal of the surroundings, not spending too much time on then. Helens eyes were now on the woman whom was at the center of the mass of blue. Where all that radiant hair had once fallen in locks down her back, it now lay in ruin around her feet. Some of her hair was still in its natural length... but a majority of it stuck up in split ends and disarray. Helen had seen a lot of things, a lot of bad things, hell she did not really even know daphne that much.... but she could tell whatever this was it was bad. Somewhere deep down a inner voice was screaming to be gentle, be kind, be comforting.

Too bad in translation, that meant to be in her OWN way these things. "Oh Daphne... what the hell did you do. You look like a mess."

Navigating through the mass of what looked... kind of like kool-aid dyed spaghetti, she did not really slow her pace. Eyes flicked down into the sink... before she wrapped a arm over the womans shoulders. "Come, talk to me." Pulling a little... she tried to pull the woman out of the room, to somewhere they could both sit out of the mass of blue. Less of a reminder of what just happened. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise it was Helen whom found her like this.

Once they were settled, familiar blue eyes looked into Daphnes golden. "What happened. Whos a** do i need to go kick."

"Shh..." She muttered. You know when people mutter that word, and for some reason people take it more as a way of comfort and not like someone saying 'shut up dude'? Weird social things and the sort. Well, That was her intended intent anyways.

Helen was not the touchy feely type, she just was not all into the whole touch thing. She was a huge believer in personal space. Touch was fine at times, but dont expect her to be the type to hug you for long periods of time. Though... for Daphne right now, and for her own confusion, she allowed herself to break her own personal boundaries. Arm still reached around the girl, she pulled her close and hung on to her. Not allowing the woman to buckle forward while she listened intently. When the sobs continued.... she awkwardly patted her on the back. Augh this comfort thing was a b***h...

Only when the words seemed to stop, did Helen dare speak. More because she was confused and the silence was awkward, the blond started with questions. Maybe questions would be enough for Daphne to stop crying? "I am sorry for your loss... Pardon my ignorance, but what sort of psychopath would want to kill your mother, actually do it, and hit your father upside the head hard enough that he could forget you and it did not kill him too?" Blunt, hopefully Daphne would be ok with blunt.

Boy it was a good thing she rose that hand up to stop her... cause she sure as hell did have questions.

Helen if anything, was a good listener. Blunt and kind of awkward in emotional situations, she was someone whom would not judge you and be quiet as a mouse until you finished. Though the blond had to admit, she was finding herself full of questions more than the girl had given answers for. Still she kept quiet, if Daphne had been looking up at her face she would have seen a wide array of interesting expressions... confusion, more confusion, anger, sorrow, even herself being startled a little. Oh, and more confusion.

The name change was easy enough to brush off, people changed their names all the time right?

"Hate to break it to you hon but... any sore of loved ones that... killed your family because you left them? First of all thats stupid, sounds like some sort of mafia crap, and they did not really love you if they would hurt you that way." Leaning over a little, the girl made a grab for the others hands and gave them a tight squeeze momentarily before letting go. "Is there any way you can tell your father who you are? Or would this..magic... wipe his brain again?"

"..Also, i admit.. i am confused. I can tell you now, i HATE being confused. I will avoid any creepy crawlies named after precious purple gemstones that come my way... but the hell is the negaverse and a senshi?" Oh boy, Helen was showing just how naive she was. New Page indeed! "Have anything to do with all those news reports of the girls in too short of skirts?" She felt as if she could not get a accurate reading on the situation if Daphne kept flinging out words she had no clue about.