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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 7:56 am
Settling into a routine had been easy enough for her. Classes, work, patrol, sleep. Rinse and repeat. The days she didn't have classes or work were a day of more sleep and other things, such as gaming and hanging out with people. Yes...she could do this 'superhero' thing. Though she really did need to find a way to get the 'terrorist' label off of what she'd become...
That night, because she'd had no classes and no work, she'd decided to start patrolling a little earlier. If anything, she'd expected to maybe run into Kells, perhaps. But not an aura much stronger than hers, right smack dab in the middle of her route. The woman stopped, blinking, before moving to investigate. Caution was, admittedly, sometimes a good thing...
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 11:31 am
Penthesilea had started varying her patrol routes, changing where she operated when practically day to day. It was paranoia- she hadn't been caught on patrol - but if the paranoia saved her and made her harder to ambush, all the better. It wasn't as if being rescued had made her any less Transcendent, any less of a target.
She could feel a lower-ranked Senshi not far from her (first stage, she guessed), and she stopped. Always best to go in twos, and she had been around the block a bit and so maybe she could provide some guidance for this kid.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 12:02 am
The aura had...stopped. Blinking, it didn't take Hyakutake long to catch up, to catch sight of the owner of the aura. And...she was surprised by what she saw. By who. She'd never seen the woman in her life, but she was rather certain she wouldn't forget the other, either. How often did one run into someone who glowed. Literally.
The petite senshi took a deep breath before taking a step forward, towards the glowing woman.
"Ah...hello. I hope I'm not being forward but...why are you glowing?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 7:47 pm
Wasn’t that the question of the hour. Penthe exhaled, and stared down at her hands. Her glow was marked under with scars, now, but it still shone as brightly as ever.
“I don’t know,” she said, and that was the honest truth. “Somethin’ happened on my planet, an’ I’ve been glowin’ ever since. Couplea other neat side-effects. No handlin’ my starseed, can go up t’space a helluva lot more often, got a big ol’ glowy-a** target painted on my everythin’.” Her tone was slightly bitter, and it was for a good reason, as far as she was concerned. She had nearly died because the Negaverse thought there might be some use in her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 8:01 am
The other woman did not sound happy [though the mention of space confused her a bit...she wouldn't press that], and Hyakutake certainly could not blame her. "I can see how that would be a problem. By your tone, I take it this is all the time? Or at least when you're transformed." Now that she was closer, the other showed the obvious hallmarks of another senshi. And she'd heard of 'terrorists' with wings on their butt.
Hmmf. Terrorists. If only the public knew the truth.
She shifted, her stance becoming less tense. "Is there no way to dull the glow, at least for a little?" What benefit was there in glowing like that, anyways?
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