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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:37 pm
Asclepius flopped onto the sofa in the hideout Pollux had showed her, and crossed her arms, scowling. Across from her on a folding table were some flasks of liquid, two of which were clear, and one of which was blue and glowed faintly. None of the three of them had any answers.
Really, she was going at this blind, still, as far as she was concerned. The Senshi of Medicine wanted badly to develop some sort of cure for the corruption of the Negaverse, but she had a lot of questions and precious few answers. And her background studying science seemed to be of limited application, because the science she had studied had failed to include outer space magic. She was just straight up out of ideas for what else she could bottle, heat, cool, mix, distill, and dissolve.
Well, unless she could get her hands on some youma dust or some Negaverse blood, but so far, the dust did not stick around long enough to be studied, and the Negaverse was not cooperative enough to consent to blood tests.
At least her "do not touch" signs thus far on the project had been followed. Asclepius had yet to meet any of the others who supposedly came to this place, but she was still generally aware when one of them had been by. The quiet and the space where she could work was nice, but the normally solitary girl found herself wishing someone else would come by so she would have someone else to bounce ideas off of. Or ask for ideas.
For the moment, she sulked, half-engulfed in the old cushions of the old sofa.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:54 pm
Crux hadn't been back to the hideout for a while. Pollux had up'd and dumped the responsibility to run the mercenaries while he was gone and. Well, that was a problem. To say the least. She'd barely met anyone in Celestial Services. She'd worked there for two months, just filing papers and cleaning up for Pollux. That was because they were friends. She had a personal obligation to help the man, and it just so happened he wanted help with paperwork. Crux wasn't sure how the other members would take to her sudden appearance. Pollux had said the mercenaries were all equal. Crux wondered if that was really true.
As she stepped into the building, she was surprised to see the open space dominated by a folding table on which a glowing blue flask was situated. Crux binged twice. Whatever she was expecting, that certainly wasn't it. The senshi moved forward to check the mysterious flasks out before she noticed the "do not touch" signs and, eventually, the figure in the old sofa. Caught off guard, Crux didn't know what to say. She didn't think there'd be anyone in the building. The group had been inactive for a while.
"Err…" Quite uncharacteristically, Crux found herself at a loss for words.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:29 pm
Asclepius knew others came and went here, certainly. To her eyes, the paperwork did itself, objects moved about, notes appeared on the bulletin board and disappeared... but she had never run into anyone else. She had come to think of the location as private, as though there was only room for one, though the row house, while not exactly spacious, could clearly accommodate several comfortably, at least for short stretches.
But she was not expecting to ever meet any of the others who came and went on off-hours like magical space shoemaker elves.
There was a swish of mostly-bare legs across the fabric cover of the sofa as Asclepius shifted to face the door and turned to see who had arrived. And she was surprised a second time when it was not Pollux who stood in the doorway.
"Aah," Asclepius intoned just as articulately in return, then smiled once she had had a moment to compose herself. "Hello," she tried again, and stood, rising to her full height plus the two inches or so the heels of her seifuku added. This one was a senshi, that much at least was obvious. "I'm ... Everclear?" The brown-haired girl tried her codename, figuring if the other one recognized it, than that would mean that she was likely supposed to be here.
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