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Zirconia was the absolute last person Christa had thought she would see, but it wasn't an unwelcome visit. Even when Zia burst through the door in a flurry of... were those jeans?... and lavender hair, Christa was shocked but still quite happily surprised. And suddenly very glad she was home alone that day. Her own hair was a mess (as it usually was) and she probably looked a fright (like she usually did). Christa almost felt completely inferior to her once-Guardian.

But Zia had a way of making you feel like you meant something, and that trait was something Christa had never forgotten. Even being in the Jovians, sometimes the eternal would long for the time when things were a bit simpler.

"Zirc... Zia? Um... how are you? What brings you to my side of town? Are you alright?" Christa almost sputtered. The shock was beginning to wear off and now she had to formulate a plan for when her brother and father returned home. If they arrived and Zia was still there, she'd need some kind of explanation for it. "Would you like a drink or something?" The gray haired teen was wearing simple attire - a long brown skirt and cream turtleneck with her characteristic buns surprisingly absent. She was busy writing and didn't feel like bothering with her hair at all.

"Wait... he did what?"

Did Valhalla know who Zirconia was? Did he know how important she was, not only as a person and cat, but as a friend and mentor? As a connection?

Christa rushed to Zia's side and nearly shook her for answers. "Zia, what happened? Why did Valhalla threaten you? You haven't done anything wrong. I thought we established that you weren't on Ares' side at the last meeting... this makes no sense." The gray haired girl huffed and dragged a hand through her hair. What had she been up to? So much...

"Um... let's see..." The primer! Zia would want to know it's in good hands still. "Do you remember that folio I was working on? Back during the days of the Blood Moon?" Surely Zia would remember - in fact, Zia had helped inspire Kallichore to create it in the first place. Her heart had been in the right place the entire time. It was Ares who faltered. "I've completed it. Taken everything out that was secret to the Blood Moon... I don't know if they're still around, but I've converted it into something all White Moon senshi could use. I just... I've hit a road block."

Christa found her father's favorite chair and sank into it. "I have no idea how to distribute it."

"Do I need to beat him or is that your department now, Zia?" the gray haired girl chuckled and shook her head. Chris had a great deal of height on her, but Christa had tenacity. Or so she thought. She wouldn't think twice about pulling hair or using teeth if she had to but the last thing she wanted to do was take that honor away from one of her closest friends in the Blood Moon. "And if he thinks kidnapping is a healthy way to patch things up, he needs to seek a therapist."

Not that she was one to talk.

The lavender haired young lady calling herself retarded came as quite a shock. Zirconia always presented with an air of confidence - something Christa and Kallichore looked up to. "Zia, you're far from 'retarded'. Maybe the Black Moon world just didn't have that kind of technology. It's not a knock against you." Though if you're packin' some kind of Black Moon technology, please use it against Ares. She needs to be stopped. Christa shook her head. "How have you been, kidnappings aside, Zia? It's been too long since I've seen you and the others. Is there a Blood Moon anymore?"

The thought of anyone punching Valhalla, Ganymede and herself included, made her laugh. But she let it drop for now. She could ask Valhalla about his side of the story at a later date.

"Ares has really shaken things up, hasn't she? And not for the better either." Christa wanted to say something about how it must be terrible to lose Ares to Chaos, but the tee felt it would be nothing less than disrespectful. Who was she to talk about losing a familiar face from a world she could never return to? It wasn't Christa stuck on this side of the mirror with no way back home. The thought made her sigh audibly.

She shook her head. "I'm no good with anything beyond word processing and maybe some net surfing but... I figured... something like this can't hurt, can it? Maybe it'll even save some people from Ares if they knew about her beforehand. That's all I'm hoping for." Raking a hand through her hair, Christa looked down at her knees. "I know you mean well. I wish others knew you did too."

I wish we could stop her.

"Then I won't." Christa sat back and folded her hands over her stomach with disdain. "I hate her and I hope she dies in a fire." There, I said it. She looked over at her companion and narrowed her eyes. "Ares brought me into the Blood Moon, just a little while after the whole Operation Rota thing went down. After that I hardly ever saw her again. Not until the corruption. And to think, I wanted to be strong like her someday."

Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees. "Come to find she's decided corruption and generally being emo is a better alternative to, say, doing what was right." She shrugged, her hair lifting with the movement. "Anyway, I thank you for your help. Even if you can't do anything with the White Moon cell phone system, you still give us guidance and insight. I mean, you don't have to... it's just..."

What was she trying to say? "...appreciated."

"I'll take you up on that sometime, if you don't mind." she said, chewing the bottom portion of her lip. "But then again..." Christa gave Zia a curious look, one she did not wear often. "I know I'm all business. I've always been that way, but it can't be easy to share your body with somebody else. Is there... something you miss doing that you'd like to do now?"

Christa was never a party girl or a drinker. She liked to stay home and read, write and plan things. Hell, she collected stationary for crying out loud. Who was she to suggest doing something that normal young adults did? Still, it was her only way of extending a sort of awkward comfort to someone that had watched over her during her tenure with the failed Blood Moon.

Christa took a breath. Time to embarrass herself in front of someone she tried to impress so long ago.

"Zia, I collect stationary. The stuff you write on. Notepads, paper. That sort of thing. Terrible movies and smoking is downright thrilling compared to my set of hobbies, trust me." She motioned to the door leading to the porch outside and a very modest backyard. "If you want to smoke, you can smoke outside. If anyone asks, I'll take care of it."

Getting up, the teen went into the kitchen to prepare tea. "We all need a break every once in a while, Zia. Maybe a spa day will make you feel a little better or something?"