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There hadn't been enough time, despite rumors, to check in with the cat if she had been truthfully present at the strange-but-helpful laser tag event of some while ago now. He hadn't worn much of a smile already even then, but loss had smoothed the final lines of mirth or care from his face to smooth alabaster. A pall and a protection all at once. The only warmth left, as the first day of summer was ready to be eve, was in his eyes.

The eternal of garden's slipped into the safehouse, bringing resupply for the shelving and to check if Ash still kept up any residence in the place now that her infirmity must be long mended. Had she found some other dwelling? It seemed both probably and, from the lack of the cat's presence as he set the restocking items in proper places, evident. He left the place first, so as not to draw powered association to the place without the excuse of dire need and wounding, and drew his phone out once peaking a nearby science building.

He found the return message once he was out of the safehouse again, powered up again. The cat faces were an interesting touch.

A quick response, Lucky. It would have helped to know what was close to be able to suggest something halfway between us. Cat legs are not so long.



As soon as it was sent, he shifted to a sprint- He didn't mind the idea of waiting, ultimately, and the extra time would let him scope it out if it was truly safe. There was no use in putting the Mauvian in unnecessary danger.

The best way to become used to new abilities was to make frequent use of them, to push them to limits, to find where they fell flat- and he’d been doing it as much as possible every night he was able to be out. Speeding around the block of the chosen meeting point, feeling along the lines of the auric energies for chaos or whispers of anything out of the ordinary. There were some auras, faint and much further away than he was ever used to feeling before. Only when he was certain that all was clear had he gone to the proper place and waited knelt and still.

Stone.

When Ash’s voice called out, Thraen finally moved In response. He lifted his eyes and scanned the empty, open department store floor, spying the cat for motion more than anything else. A grey cat in a dark, dusty abandoned area lit only be ambient city nightlife was a good camouflage. He had brought a satchel, like he’d seen Aquarius and Irene do, and pulled out a dish to set down with a ceramic clink. A water bottle to share with the Mauvian was also removed and poured out into the dish. “Here, Ash. “

“ Thank you for coming. I picked safety, since I don’t know where your HQ is to pick close.”

“ I spoke with Kallichore some time ago. She said to get in contact with you about updates for the Primer. I wasn’t sure if you preferred digital, analog or some other method of delivery. So I have my contributions both handwritten and on a flashdrive as a docx. The phones don’t exactly have a word processing capability the was smart phones do. “

"It isn't much, I'm afraid, compared to what others might offer. Some addendum to the basics of being a senshi, of Mauvians, the Silver Millennium, the Zodiac Court and the Surrounding. I expect you could manage a great deal more on Mauvians. "

He offered down the flashdrive to the the floor next to her for when she was ready for it. The first update ready already? Too late to the party as usual it seems. Well, something must be better than nothing at all. Perhaps it will be a part of future updates. Perhaps. I expect, with how long others have been at this, what I bring to the table may already have been covered.

There was no point in bemoaning it though- not to her or to the empty building around them. There was no use for complaints as the universe didn't care. The only thing for it was to do better. Be faster, stronger, more clever, more available. Be the one who doesn't need to call for help, doesn't need hands to catch you, and offer that for others.

Her claiming of his lap was a pleasant surprise. His hand readily fell to her ruff, stroking back gently but firm. Faust was never so affectionate. "The other matter was about the Moon Pearl you gave me. I want to organize a large meeting of senshi. I want to ask the many to form a coalition. The independents and the teams may all disagree on war politics and policy, but they all at least give lip service to wanting to help people. Its past due that it be more than lip service. I have a proposition of a system of organization for the coalition that will get them all out there helping each other- new or old, teamed or independent, senshi or knight. One that focuses not on our arguments or differences in the war, but in those similarities of forming a community and caring for each other in spite of the war itself. A charity and research organization. "

"I need the help of the cats to get the word out that it will be happening, to mask signatures at meeting points where those already with moon pearls can ferry others, and to hand out the moon pearls themselves to the senshi who come to the meeting. "

"Do you think you'd be up for such a thing?"

"It isn't a matter of pull. Getting the word itself out is what is important. If the whole of senshi society relies only on 'pull' and such petty things as popularity contests like this is a prom court, then there's no point in going forward at all."

"If you could get an announcement out to all the phones, and talk to the knights and senshi you do know about them coming and talking to their friends? That is all I ask. Word of mouth is the most powerful form of advertising, actually. It will have to be that much for the Knights as it is- they don't have phones but they are every bit as much a part of this. As many Mauvians as possible would be beneficial as well. I know you, Faust and ********* that I can contact to ask to be at ferry points. There was another...small cat. Horatio. I didn't get contact information though, it was a very brief meeting at ...some sort of training camp I'd heard of through the grapevine. "

"July 12th is my target...it gives enough time to get the word around and organize who will be at ferry points and where they will be. Do you think that is enough for the Mauvians to have word, be prepared to block auras and have the moon pearls on hand to hand out to those who come?"

Altogether that would make 8 cats, more than enough if all could be signed on to help. It would allow two each and four locations at the best of circumstances. All theoretical- the actual logistics required a little further information to make calculations and estimations. "How many auras can one Mauvian mask, if you know?"

Her reactions were precious- both in distaste and the near-flehmen in declaring he stunk. And marking him? Possessiveness of me? That....is unusual. Most can't wait to get away, or out of association, certainly not lay claim.

It twinged something, deeper than he would have liked. It was a pull brief enough, though, that it didn't crack or bubble through to reveal any unknown cracks in the inches of stone. Everything was carefully and securely stoic. "My ...lover... brought a cat with him from his studio when he moved in. When the cat watched me Henshin he started talking. I guess it triggered his Awakening. He does still live with me- the height and the porch entry and exit don't bother him. I expect his whole life was spent an alley cat. "

" I can write the announcement- as you say, its easiest as my brainchild. I can send it to you through SMS? Or do you have a more mundane email? I wish the Magic-that-Be gave us smartphones, then we could have secure and real email instead of short messages. " Her commentary led to light skritches along her cheeks and under her chin. Did Mauvians extend their necks at such ministrations like regular cats? "First? Is it my turn to be jealous, with such a title? "

"Erstwhile...he was Bischofite..." The change of subject was welcome, though. The dangerous balance and specifics of the situation were mind boggling enough- Thraen didn't know if others being in on his situation would be wise or a liability to them. If it went terribly wrong, it would be better if only he paid for the mistake.

Ruffian is an apt enough description for Faust. I wish I did attract cats like catnip. I could stop being a senshi and just go be a crazy-cat-guy that moonlighted as a adjunct professor. "You're welcome, as far as I'm concerned, to stop by anytime. Faust might try to say something about it, but until he starts chipping in for rent or the catfood, he can't really say much about it. “

There had to be some sort of cosmic greater meaning to a talking cat, even if they were actually an alien race, calling someone an ‘odd duck’. “Malice is a curious Aspect. More useful to a war front than Gardens, anyway. I’d be happy to make her acquaintance. All the more, that she is…one of your senshi. Have you awakened many, then? Started forming your own team? I haven’t much of a concept of how frequently new senshi turn up.”

“If we made it a ‘double date’, I could even bring Faust and you could meet him while Astarte and I chat.”

The view of it sounded like trite romances and poetry of Love. The expectations the same, the possibilities of sudden and total devotion revealed in a glance. Possible, probably, he wondered if it was ultimately pointless. It mostly served as a distraction, or a liability- Love.

Friendship was a form of it. How close the Mauvian-Senshi bond was to any part of the spectrum he couldn't tell. It didn't matter beyond hoping for her happiness and contentment in her present and future, which seemed already well underway without the additional baggage.

The twelfth was fine, he had her email, and he had an announcement to write. She was happy to come to the meet and help organize it. It was all business handled, really. Thraen considered the pleasant purring, weighing obligations, and then put his second hand to work in petting the Mauvian.

Yes. Kitty is good.
"Just shoot me a message with times you and she are free. I can work around that with the classes I TA. I try to get out every day, regardless. "