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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 2:42 pm
Chris always made Zia feel so guilty for her carefully built defense mechanisms of laughter and nonchalance. But luckily, he brought up a much more volatile topic to harp on rather than being reduced to kicked puppy status. Skye was one name that was guaranteed to set Zia off.
"Seriously? Skye? You're worried I'll treat Paris like Skye?" She practically tumbled out of the car and just kept going all the way to the walk to the door. "Wow. Wow. Maybe I need to tell Paris who you just compared him to because ******** what the s**t Chris? Skye?!"
Hands on her hips and rampant indignity in her expression, she chose to just stand there in front of the door and glare and rant.
"Okay, you really want to bring up that s**t? Let's start with Skye being the biggest slut of all time. OF ALL TIME! No, wait, let's start with Skye being my sworn nemesis since third grade and you still went and ******** her! Because, really, Chris? Why don't you just go and get a blow job from Ares at that point because wow." Overdramatic? Yes. To the point Zia forgot if she was going for seriousness or comedy.
"AND THEN SHE CHEATED ON YOU! And then you guys... Yeah I don't even know, she was bragging about how you were getting back together at camp, but you were with Paris then and I was totally there and you didn't introduce me to him. Yeah I caught that. He was a secret before I dropped off the planet. But anyway, Skye. Because," High speed babble was ended with a 'mind blown' slap to the side of her own head. "So I threw the dumb b***h in the lake and I regret nothing," She ended with a huff.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 5:16 pm
”I-I didn’t mean it like that!!” Chris stuttered as he quickly followed behind her, his face suddenly red from embarrassment when he realized what kind of accusation he was making. He definitely didn’t mean to offend her by pulling Skye into the conversation, but... it was just so easy to throw around as a comparison.
“No, I don’t want to bring it up! I take it back!” he practically whined, fumbling with the control for his car to lock it behind them. “Second on the left,” he quickly pointed out before Zia tried barging into the wrong apartment.
It definitely wasn’t anything like his old apartment with the giant two story window-wall and the loft with heated floors and the extra bedroom that had been used as an office. Instead, the door was unlocked and pushed open to a small, one bedroom apartment with a one sided galley kitchen, the one side being a long counter over the cabinets, opening as a bar-like feature in the living room space. His homework notes were still spread out everywhere, having obviously been using the counter as a make-shift desk.
Past the kitchen would be the small bathroom and bedroom. The living room walls were burnt orange, which Chris did his best to ignore since Paris found the color so charming, or something like that.
“Shhh,” he tried getting her to quiet down, but doubted he would accomplish it very well, and decided ushering her into the livingroom would be the best way to keep the neighbors from calling the cops. “Okay, okay!! I’m s-- You what?!” he suddenly stopped, staring at her with wide eyes. “You threw her... Why?? Damnit, Zee!!”
Oh right, he didn’t even know if Paris had been asleep or not...
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 5:55 pm
He wasn’t asleep.
Instead, he was cowering somewhere down the short hallway, hovering around the bathroom door and trying to figure out if it was actually safe to come out or if he should hide under the bed or jump out the bedroom window or resign himself to an untimely death, because someone outside had shouted the name “Ares” and he would very much like to skedaddle and hightail it out of there if said psycho-b***h princess happened to be in the area.
Except he was also pretty sure he’d heard “blow job” in the same sentence, which honestly wasn’t any better because then he had the most terrible images stuck in his brain—almost worse than the ones of his bloodied and battered body crumpled in a heap at Ares’ feet, or forced into some tacky new getup and made to hang out with the likes of Mothra and that Mimi chick or that guy who sent Oberon soaring through the air.
Hearing Chris’s voice only made him feel slightly better.
“No use trying to be quiet now,” he complained, traipsing down the hall and into the living-room to stand there with his arms crossed and his face taking on an irritable expression, which he supposed was better than the “sweet Jesus ********, am I about to die?” expression he’d been wearing not five seconds ago. If he wasn’t a bit keyed up already he might have cared more that his first encounter with Chris’s best friend occurred with him in nothing more than Chris’s oversized DCU hoodie and a pair of boyshorts, but it was late and this was his apartment and he hadn’t been given any warning at all, so he decided he was well within his rights to look a bit less than presentable.
“Christ, I nearly had a heart-attack, and I am way too young and pretty to die right now, or have my a** turned crazy and psychotic by some demented princess from a parallel universe, so it’d be really great if you’d tone down the Ares stuff, because I would really rather not have her descend upon my apartment building in the middle of the night. Or ever. I have exams to study for, okay? There is no senshi stuff until exams are over. It doesn’t exist. It’d really be nice if Ares didn’t exist, but that’s probably asking for just a little too much, so for now I’ll just take what I can get.”
Then he stopped, realized he was rambling and behaving rather rudely, tried to get his attitude in check, plastered on a strained smile and said, “Hi, I’m Paris.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 6:17 pm
"Ah! Ah! Tsch-- don't judge me," Zia said when Chris started off on his 'why?!' and held up one finger to shush him. She would've happily relayed the conversation to him which led to the whole throwing his ex girlfriend into a lake incident except it was so totally embarrassing for the both of them. Also Skye implying she only dated Chris to irritate Zia was a thing she would never tell him ever. As if he needed more trauma from that relationship.
And then Paris' entrance stole her attention and she just smiled this awkward trying-not-to-laugh smile while he rambled about Ares. "Oh. Ooooh, you're in trouble," She said, childishly to Chris before she turned back to Paris and clasped her hands together.
"Hi, Pretty!" She gushed, totally detached from the earlier fiasco in the night that had her so ready to breakdown. Zia was a pro at detachment defense mechanisms. "Well! I hate to break up the 'not-hunted-by-Ares-party' by existing and being in this general space and all." Though, they had, after all, concluded that Ares did not have her ugly, long fingernails in this mess in the car ride over, Zia still looked like she'd been thrown through a window, mostly because she had, and the slashmarks in her jeans looked like she'd gone through a paper shredder before arriving.
"Anyway, you gotta first aid kit in this place?" She asked, separating her hands to be held up palms out to fully display the cuts that came with stabbing things with glass shards.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:18 pm
Chris spun on the spot to face Paris, his face going from flushed to blanched in a matter of seconds. “I-I am?” he stammered, looking from Zia’s taunt to Paris and back. “I... am I?” he asked out loud, unsure of his ‘in trouble’ status.
He had run out without telling Paris about where he was going or what he was doing, but he figured he could guess... or he’d have called if he was really that concerned. But even still, he didn’t like the idea of being in trouble and he continued to stare between them, shifting awkwardly and doing his best to look innocent.
“I... uh... H-have you meant Zia?” he asked Paris as he shuffled his feet nervously. “I mean... This is Zia... I... my best friend... uh... And this is my boyfriend, Paris,” he tried to introduce, although Zia already seemed to be making herself at home and he was sure his attempt was ignored.
But showing her hands brought him back from his awkward state rather quickly, sputtering a “What the hell??” He hadn’t seen her hands before, and in the darkness of the car, he doubted any bit of looking for injuries would have been invisible, save for when they drove under street lights. “Why didn’t you say you were hurt?? I have one in the car!” he frowned in concern, but immediatly made his way towards the bathroom so he could get her what she’d need.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:44 pm
Paris kept his arms crossed while he tried to decide whether or not he should take offense to being called “Pretty” after he’d just used the very same word to describe himself in a rather dramatic display, and eventually figured there wasn’t any point in making assumptions and pretending to be offended by any potential patronization when he didn’t really care in the first place.
Either way, his strained smile fell back into a bit of a frown and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other in mild discomfort.
“Why would you be in trouble? As if I couldn’t guess where you were or what you were doing, and besides I’m not your kee-… Jesus, why are you showing me that?! Oh my God, that’s gross! Put those away! You’re going to disrupt my delicate mental state!”
His hands flew up to his face to cover his eyes, cringing away from the sight of blood—which wasn’t anything knew, really. He’d seen plenty of it before becoming a senshi and he knew it was likely he’d see plenty more of it after the fact. He wasn’t even all that grossed out; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t bandaged Chris up enough times. Mostly he just felt like being dramatic and putting on an act because it was easier than dealing with the fact that he actually almost felt kind of awkward in front of Chris’s best friend who, like Chris’s family, he sort of wanted to like him.
And also it might sort of be a bit of subtle revenge for being left by himself with hardly an explanation, because even if he could figure it out on his own it was still pretty annoying, and he kind of wanted to see if Chris got embarrassed or just didn’t care if he acted like a total queen in front of people.
“Ugh, God, Chris, do something about that, would you?” he said, turning away to round the counter and shuffle into the kitchen. “I’m making tea. And coffee, maybe. Do either of you want coffee? There’s also some booze in the ‘fridge but it’s only cider, and Chris’ll give me a look if I drink any of it but, seriously, knock yourself out. Christ, I can’t believe you would do this to your best friend. ‘I want her to be a knight!’” he mocked in a high-pitched whine that sounded absolutely nothing like Chris, and then proceeded to mutter, “Would never do that to my best friend, I swear to God.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:05 pm
Zia's trying super hard not to be amused smile remained, but the simultaneous meltdowns caused an eyebrow quirk and her eyes half lidded like she was trying to contain something much worse than what came out, which was just an unamused, "Jesus, calm your tits, ladies."
Though she put her hands on her hips and rolled her head to the side to give Chris a look. "Oh, golly, let's see which sounds more urgent. 'Chris I cut my hand on some glass, oh no!' oooor 'Chris some creepy molester guy who works for Ares just pinned me in an alleyway and has clearly been stalking me for months and might know you're ******** ********'" Her tone had gone from mocking to monotone flat between the two scenarios. She glanced at her palm and shrugged a little. "It just needs some tape, it's cool."
And then she laughed at the knight bit. Like a full on amused cackle. "Aaaw, you told Paris about your knight idea. You got excited about that bit, didn't you," She said, not sure if she meant for that much genuine sympathy to leak out in her voice. If she could've bent reality to avoid the look of disappointment Chris had sported that day Alfheim awakened, she would've!
"Aw, nah, it's not his fault, I've been fighting monsters an' s**t before he even awakened. I actually meant he'd probably be in trouble because you're all 'Ares does not exist raaawr' and he went and dragged her guardian cat into your house in the middle of the night. But hey, I won't argue. You got any food?" He did say to knock herself out, and that was practically clearance to open the fridge like she belonged there.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 6:40 pm
Chris couldn’t understand why Paris was being so overdramatic, other than the fact that it was a well known defense mechanism for him. He realized that bringing Zia home with him could possibly make Paris uncomfortable, but he hoped it wouldn’t be too horrible.
He was coming back from the small bathroom with the first aid kit in his hands when Zia went on to throw around Ares’ name once more, his face blanching again. “Damit, Zee, why do you have to say something like that??” he asked in distressed exasperation, trying to catch a glimpse of Paris out of the corner of his eye. “You’re going to freak Paris out, talking like that! And if she doesn’t know yet, she’ll know if you keep shouting about it!”
Seriously! Even though he was horrible at keeping it to himself, she didn’t have to go shouting about it if she was so concerned that his identity might be compromised!
The first aid kit was set on the coffee table and opened with a click, letting her riffle through it if she didn’t want him to fuss over her.
But she was already off raiding the fridge...
What the hell did he just get himself into?
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 3:18 pm
“There’s leftover spaghetti in the-… I… wait, I’m sorry, what?”
Paris was very confused—probably because he kept purposefully going off the deep-end for the sake of having something to do other than standing around like a moron, because raving like an idiot seemed somehow better by comparison. The fluctuating moods didn’t always make it easy to keep track of a conversation that could have been a much more serious affair otherwise. At the moment, he wasn’t sure which part of Zia’s response he wanted to focus on, but he was pretty sure there’d been something about a cat and something else involving Ares and Chris’s identity being compromised, which only served to send him off the deep-end in an entirely different way.
Instead of huffing around and raving obnoxiously about it, he just felt like he was going to be sick. He turned around very slowly to look between the other two as his face noticeably blanched.
“There isn’t… I don’t see a cat,” he said, but then he hadn’t really been paying attention to anything below eye-level. A quick glance around the apartment, however, turned up no other cat other than his own—and she wasn’t the magical talking sort. Sassy sat curled up on the back of the couch, completely unconcerned and more or less disinterested in their guest.
“I don’t understand. What did you do?” Paris asked weakly, confused and scared and wishing he could go back to the flouncing dramatics if only to diffuse the tension, but he couldn’t seem to muster up the energy or the courage to keep making light of something that seemed rather serious. “I thought… I thought you said when you went out at night… that it was safe…”
Most of that was meant for Chris, who had in fact reassured him that he was being careful and not getting into any trouble and, from what it had sounded like at the time, doing nothing that should lead to Ares—or anyone, really—figuring out who he was beneath the helmet and the cape and all the fancy armor.
Christ, this could not be happening. He’d spent way too much time trying to keep senshi life separate from normal life to have the craziest son of a b***h alive coming after his boyfriend for… God only knew what, but it couldn’t be anything good. And if she knew who Chris was, it wasn’t too difficult to figure out who he was, which meant Peter could easily be in danger, too, and their families, and everyone else they happened to set foot around.
“Please, tell me you’re just dicking around.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 5:08 pm
Zia didn't think she had raised her voice loud enough to catch the attention of hell queen #1, but nodded and pulled herself out of the fridge to point at Chris like he'd just correctly answered a quiz question now that he at least showed a little concern over his own identity, even if it was more accurately described as concern over Paris' reaction.
Which she did nothing to help. Leftovers in one hand and cider in the other, she bounced one hip against the fridge door to close it and paused her walk to the table to give Paris a deadpan "Meow," when he asked about the cat.
She flopped down in front of the first aid kit and twisted the top off the cider, too much of a caveman to get a glass before taking a deep swig and rooting around for medical tape and disinfectant. "Paris should freak out," She snapped at Chris, her detached and casual defense mechanism slipping just ever so slightly. "And you should too. Jesus, Chris, how can you just casually dismiss the possibility when you power up and down in front of everyone and their disgruntled pothead brother? That's like, 80% of the reason I even called you!" Certainly not because she felt violated and hurt and scared and had all sense of dignity and security ripped away in one swoop, nope. But Zia dealt with personal things like that by digging a deep hole of denial and never leaving. Which was the main reason why Zirconia was permitted to drive this car unopposed for so long.
"And anyway," She said, muffled, since she was pulling on tape with her teeth while she tried to adjust it with her fingers, "I think at the very least he was telling the truth when he said he wasn't doing it for Ares because he had noooooo clue about our little cat fight. But god, Gallo, it wouldn't hurt if you worried about yourself for like ten minutes." And then she replayed their conversation to the best of her ability to imitate Chris. "I say 'Chris! Your identity may be compromised!' And then it's just all 'Did he hurt you? Does he know your identity? Why aren't you in hiding, dummy?' Pft. You see what you do to me? You drive me to drink," She was back to that sardonic tone walking the fine line of seriousness and over the top playing around as she went for the cider to demonstrate.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:32 am
Chris doubted that Zia’s ‘explanation’ of who or where the cat in question was would be understood by Paris. It was rather vague, and at this point, Chris was hoping Paris really wouldn’t catch on, especially with how he was starting to freak out already.
“I-I didn’t,” he started, staring at Zia in forced shock, but then remembering that he had powered down in front of Noah. “I... That was because I saw who he was!” was his excuse, although he doubted it was a very good one for Paris. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t think too much about being super secret with who he was! It wasn’t as easy for him to keep his lives separate as Paris kept himself and Ganymede.
He didn’t like how he was being made to look in all this, though... “Of course I worry! Besides, even if she knew, why would I be a target? I’m a nobody to her! If anyone was a target, it would be that knight who was with Polaris during the meeting. Didn’t she go after the both of them?” he said, hoping he sounded as convincing as he wanted to, but doubted they would listen either way.
“It’s not-- It is safe!” he turned to Paris, hoping to stop him from getting even more worked up. “I told you I would be careful, and I am! There’s no way to prove she knows anything, so yeah, that’s why I was more concerned about Zia being molested by some creep!”
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 6:24 pm
He didn’t get the cat thing at all, but forcing that issue and trying to figure it out on his own or by demanding more information seemed like a waste of time when there were more pressing matters to attend to.
For a few seconds he was actually able to make himself believe they were just joking around and freaking him out on purpose because they thought it was amusing or something even when it really wasn’t, but then Zia had to go and burst that hope because what she said actually sounded exactly like Chris. Chris wasn’t as careful as he should be—he never had been as far as Paris was concerned. He powered up and down without much concern for his surroundings or who might be around to use the information against him, and spent more time worrying about other people than he worried about himself.
Normally that was a part of Chris that Paris rather liked, but when it ended with Chris in danger? Not so much.
“Why should it matter if you’re a nobody or not?” Paris asked, slumping against the counter and speaking with the sort of emotionless monotone that preceded a full-blown panic, not even caring that he was revealing minors things about himself in the process since Zia seemed to know a lot about these things anyway and he figured it didn't seem odd that he might know some things, too, what with how Chris liked to go around telling everyone. “A dead knight’s a dead knight. That other guy’s practically a nobody, too. Hell if I know what his name is, but he got in her way. Besides, don’t they want knights dead? Someone does. Oh, God, this can’t be happening right now.”
He was seriously beginning to consider the pros and cons of mixing Xanax with alcohol, but since he didn’t really feel like being harped at by Chris for doing something he already knew was pretty dumb, he settled for trudging over to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of cider for himself—not nearly strong enough, in his opinion, but it would suffice for now—instead of the tea he’d previously begun preparing.
“Don’t even start,” he said, throwing Chris a warning glance as he twisted the top off. “You have absolutely no right to get on me for drinking when you just… God, what did you do? ********, we’re all going to die, aren’t we? Should I get rid of the mirrors? s**t no, what do the mirrors matter if she knows who you are and can find out where you live and just randomly show up at the doorstep in the middle of the night with her army of crazies?”
The mental image was nearly enough to make him faint. Instead, he took a hearty swig of his cider and a couple of deep breaths that did absolutely nothing except maybe make Chris think he was trying.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 5:59 am
"Wow, okay," Zia twitched at Chris' phrasing of what went down. "I was exaggerating to get my point across, but, uh, dude. No." It just sounded weird when he said it, to the point Zia felt like an oversensitive victim crying wolf.
"I told you, it was just some creepy pawing while he stole my s**t. He did threaten to put me in the hospital, yanno?" She felt like that needed reminding, since she found that much more offense than the other aspect of it all.
And then, satisfied with her hand wraps, leaned against the back of the chair and dug into cold leftovers. "Ares is an outlier and an after thought at this point, I think," She said while chewing and looking downright calm now that she had gotten everyone else wound up.
She moved her free hand across the table like she was visualizing some graph she was drawing out with her fingers. She was still trying to process everything.
"All he was doing was playing a power game, Ares was only on the list because I accused him of working for her. I mean he does, whether he thinks he does or not, but he didn't seem especially fond of her, and for knowing a lot about my personal life, he knew absolutely zilch about my history with Ares, even though he pretended to."
She looked up and witched one shoulder in a shrug. "Best guess is it's some creepy guy who happens to be senshi'd up. And his connection to Ares and mine is a coincidence."
The 'knight with Polaris' Ares had apparently gone after took a little bit to sink in. And when it did, her head hit the table. "Oh, GOD that doesn't even count."
And then she pulled herself back up with a dramatic flop. "Because he's a ******** moron, who likes to shout things in Ares face, and then invite me over to brag about how he got his neck slit. That's not cool. And, you know, Polaris is different, too. Everything is different."
She pursed her lips and needed a second to think about how to explain it was different.
"I have a hostage, so only I can get in Ares' face and tell her she's a cheap knockoff," She laughed. "She can't kill me. Well, she can, but if I have to die I'm taking her stupid cat with me."
She needed more time for analysis, and food, though. "Mm, so, it's a problem for sure, but this guy knowing Valhalla's secret identity isn't at 100 percent odds. The odds are still there, though. And then you have to factor in the odds of him telling Ares, which aren't 100 percent either. I think he just needs to be found for damage control, because even if it's like a one out of ten chance... I still don't like that. Did your mom make this?" Distracted by spaghetti,
She couldn't say anything to Paris' meltdown about all of them dying because she didn't exactly disagree and only managed to not vocally agree out of 'manners'.
"But uh, I highly doubt she's showing up tonight, or will be coming through your mirrors. Unless at some point you invited her in and let her use your bathroom, she's not tuned in to those mirrors anyway," Zia waved it off like an expert dismissing a theory.
Though, speaking of mirrorwalking. Paris looked like he was going to wilt and Chris had been officially busted, "Maybe I should just eat and mirrowalk home? Crashing on your couch suddenly seems a little..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 7:47 pm
"How am I supposed to know if you were exaggerating or not??" he asked, exasperated and frustrated and not knowing where to draw the line now. She was his best friend, so of course he was worried! And now Paris looked like he might faint, which Chris definitely didn't want to happen, but so sorry that he took threats seriously?
Chris started giving Paris a look as he broke out the cider, but stopped himself and looked away. He felt bad... he didn't want to drag either Paris or Zia into any more danger than they already were in. This wasn't what he wanted when he did potentially reckless things with his identity...
"Paris did," he said, shaking his head in response to whether or not his mother had made the spaghetti. It was a nice little break in the thoughts that where whirling around in his head. He didn't like the thought of Zia dying... or anyone dying, but he wouldn't put it past her not to taunt Ares if she had the chance, unfortunately. Chris did make his way around the counter to where Paris was standing and leaned up against it, his hand around his boyfriend's back in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
"Stay tonight, at least? I don't want that guy to end up in your apartment or something..." he requested with a frown, glancing between two of the most important people in his life, hoping she would see reason and that Paris wouldn't end up fainting in his panic. No, that wasn't giving him enough credit. He didn't think he'd faint, but he did look very upset. "If you feel like you should go when you wake up, you're welcome to use the bathroom... The mirror should be big enough..." he said, effectively trailing off before mentioning anything about the size of her hips and the possibility of not making it all the way through.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:36 am
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Paris exclaimed in a hurry. “No one is going anywhere until someone explains to me what the hell is going on!”
Because he was having a little trouble putting all of this information into a logical pattern in his head, which just made him feel stupid. Paris didn’t like feeling stupid, even if he very frequently was. Thankfully, his version of stupid was a bit different than Chris’s version of stupid, in that it didn’t usually result in him or in anyone else potentially being in danger. It just resulted in him looking very, very blonde.
He didn’t understand anything about the cat bit, nor did he quite get when and how Chris’s identity may or may not have been compromised. Well, no, he knew how, but he thought the ‘when’ was fairly important, as well as anything that might have led up to it, whether that be some creepy molester or something else. Paris could blame himself for part of the information overload, since he’d felt the need to be dramatic instead of allowing a more serious discussion about these things from the get-go, but it didn’t seem like the other two were all that concerned about adequately explaining the things he was obviously confused about either.
Of course, that could very well be his fault, too. His initial reaction to everything certainly didn’t beg for more information.
“I’m sorry, but what cat? How do you know about any of this?” he demanded, forcing himself to look at Zia even though she kind of intimidated him and her being there made him feel a little awkward. “Mirrorwalking… Isn’t that what those… I mean, isn’t that what Ares’ people do? How can you…?”
His first thought, naturally, was that Chris had gone and befriended himself a Dark Mirror Senshi—because that really didn’t seem too strange an idea when one considered that it was Chris—but that didn’t seem quite right when he took into account that Zia didn’t seem to like Ares all that much and had apparently been attacked by one of her people who she likely would have known if she was on the same team.
“I don’t get it. I thought you were just… normal. Chris has known you for how long?” He paused to look at Chris. “You just said you were trying to get her to be a knight. You never said anything about her knowing this much about anything.”
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