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She'd only been back in Destiny City for a few hours, rummaging amongst her packed belongings in her new apartment when the realization had smacked her over the head. Damn, was she lonely. Trips to Europe meant being far away from everyone, and even worse was that she decided to contact only Nic during that time she was away. Cuz, well, you know.. Even though she was running away from everyone and everything, she still loved him like no one's business.

Of course, even that little thing fell through, but that's another story for another time and perhaps for a solo or something.

And so a much older and perhaps a bit wiser Esme stood in the middle of her new apartment, fingers idly stroking the touch screen until they rested on a name in particular: Jett. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, save for that wayward ex-boyfriend of hers. Should she.. Would Jett be pissed if she tried to call now? Maaaaaybe she should just put down that phone and walk away. Yeah, just walk away, and they will spare your life. Just walk away.

Then again, there was a reason why she returned to Destiny City. Esme sighed and hovered her index finger over the call button. Just one push was all it needed. Hell, maybe he wasn't even home. .. hopefully. Maybe. Augh. AUGH.

Oh ******** it. Press.

She held the phone up to her ear and waited.

Uhhhhh....

Raven. Raven equals Lesath, right? That, er, that would make sense. Right? Those two were still together quite possibly oh dear God let it be true.

Esme cleared her throat. Time to get all spy-tactical. "...This is a sorta old friend of yours and Jett, Miss.. Moth. N-not me. You're the moth, right? Wait, let me start over."

Dammit, she was slipping back into her old, goofy self again. Gotta stay focused. Gotta be mature. "This is someone who hasn't been around for a long time. It's me, ...Aurora."

"Ahahahahaha." There. Phew. Now that Raven knew she wasn't trying to steal her finace for herself (though he was pretty handsome, she had to admit), there was peace. Peace was good. Peace was very good and awesome.

"Uhm, yeah. A long time. Super long time." Just how long had it been? Maybe a year? That seemed about right. Time just sort of flew by, days blending together in one gooey adventure of escapism and learning about one's self. "Er, I was wondering, since it's been a long time and I really, uh, haven't talked to anyone-- if I could get a rundown of what's going on? Maybe.. in person?

"I mean," she added quickly, "when maybe you and Jett are up to it. No hurry."

Deflect deflect deflect maybe they were too busy and she wouldn't have to be a dark mirror senshi for another day or two.

Ulp. Welp. Looks like she couldn't dodge that bullet.

"Sure! I'll see you in a bit, then! Uh, I'm sort of in the middle of moving in myself, so I can't really bring anything but myself. You didn't really ask But I figure that would be the right thing to do but ANYWAY be right there."

Once she confirmed that she would indeed be arriving at the place shortly and would indeed be there and that the other lady hung up, she had but a moment to let all of this sink in.

Holy s**t, she was back in the game.

Hair? Brushed. Nice shirt and shorts on? Indeed. Face in order? No make-up and still lookin' pretty decent. OKAY.

HOLY s**t SHE WAS BACK IN THE GAME.

.. whatever that meant. She wasn't exactly sure herself.

Half an hour to forty-five minutes later, she was standing before the door and knocking.

Brrrrooooownies.

The smell hadn't hit her at first, so preoccupied with the whosis and the whatsis of what the hell was going to happen to her once she got there. But then, LO. Lo did the heavenly smell of heaven did waft upon her face like the sweet fart of an angel. It was quite beautiful.

Esme gave Raven the most beauteous of smiles when she opened the door and allowed her entrance. Brownies were beautiful. The house was beautiful. The dog was beautiful. Raven herself was beautiful.

"This is a really nice place," she chimed in, almost skipping a few steps before catching herself. Adult adult adult. She was an adult now. "And those are some really nice smelling brownies, y'know. Jett... doesn't have to have any, does he?"

Apparently Esme had the same idea in mind. Shoving food into face was a logical step.

"Oh, and yes, I'm Esme! Nice to meet you! Uh, again. Brownies?"

Yes, Esme. Brownies.

Thankfully, Jett was not interested in brownies. He had more pressing things to worry about—like dripping blood on the carpet. He couldn't even smell the heavenly aroma when he got there.

His arrival wasn't anything spectacular for anyone that mirrorwalked; the largest mirror in the room rippled for only a second before he hurried out, and he was a split second away from powering down when he realized that he was not alone.

Not only was Raven there, but they had company.

Immediately he opened his mouth to say something but clamped it shut, seeming almost like a child who had gotten caught doing something wrong before his brows furrowed. That girl was not just some ordinary guest, and he had to double take when he saw her face.

Because, of all the nights Esme could have been sitting in their living room, it had to be tonight.

"Esme," he greeted, though the taste of blood in his mouth made him grimace. To Raven, more sympathetically, he said her name, but all he could think about—aside from the sensation of pain, was messing up their carpet. He didn't want a permanent reminder of tonight, and gave her an almost apologetic look before he hastened to the bathroom for some paper towels. He moved, quickly, perhaps hoping to buy a few seconds so he could power down without the awkwardness of transforming in front of the two women.

Raven had just snuggled up next to Esme, when, lo and behold, it was like her thoughts were shaping into reality. There was Jett. Bloody…Jett. Like, literally bloody. She stared at him for a long moment, before clearing her throat and putting the ice cream down on the couch.

“Uh. I’ll be right back, Esme. Seriously. Just, eat your sundae, and eat mine if it starts to melt too badly.” She flashed a grin and paused, pressing her nose to Esme's cheek, to show just how much she wanted to share the ice cream, before darting into her bedroom, making a beeline for the bathroom. Honestly, whoever did this to Jett’s nose was going to get their a** whooped. Though, on that note, she really hoped that he wouldn’t notice the mostly packed boxes that she had left on the bed. Because, well. That might take quite a bit of explaining.

So much for being packed and getting the hell out of the city that night…

The blonde poked her head into the bathroom. “What the hell happened to you, Jett? You okay?” And she even sounded worried. Well, that was a major surprise.

Raven shrugged, reaching up and rubbing at Jett’s shoulders for a moment, before getting a washcloth and running some cold water over it. “Here. A fresh towel for your face…do you want to go to the hospital, Jett? I don’t want you to end up with a crooked nose because of this…” Heaven forbid she dated someone with a crooked nose.

She listened to what he said, seeming only slightly confused. “So her boyfriend…purified? He was what, a Negaverse agent before? And now he’s a Squire…?” Clearly that was what Jett had said, but still. It was a lot to think about, and quite a bit to take in. “I mean. I was…in our room, and I heard your phone, and it said Esme on it, so I answered and it turned out that it was…well. Esme. So. I invited her over and made brownies and then we were about to eat when you walked in…”

She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped at her nose, trying to clean the ice cream off of it.

“You uh…you sure you don’t’ want to go to the hospital? Or to get some ice…? Jett, I think you have to tell Esme what happened…that’s a s**t ton to take in though…”And it sucked. Majorly. Was that the reason the girl had been gone for so long? Because her boyfriend became a Squire? Raven shook her head. "If I ever see this guy. I'm kicking him in the balls. Fifty times."