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 Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 12:34 pm
Rest had been just what she needed. Phact was back to herself...as much as any senshi who had just upgraded could be. Her energy level had returned but she was not completely clear on a few things mentally. Such as the ability to jump higher than before...
She might have missed judged a branch or two.
Now she had decided it was best to just calm her mind and return to the fountain she enjoyed so much. Even in winter it was still running and providing a nice white noise for the senshi of doves to think to. So much was going on that even in her three years as a senshi, she was at a bit of a loss.
But not as much as others might be. Phact had met with Kastra once again and she hoped helped the girl some. But there were others she knew were seeking answers to questions she herself once had.
That was why she was here: she had promised them she could be found in this area if they needed her so she waited.
Unoderi Let me know if I need to change anything!
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 3:47 pm
Slievenamon did have questions; a good number of them, in fact. Her opinion on being a page were still muddled despite her heartened dedication to it. However, instead of feeling like a goal she could uphold, it was more like groping around in the dark for something in mind.
To fight a war against Chaos?
Just to survive?
The objectives were so vague, just what was she fighting for? Was just living for herself enough, why did she have to protect?
She tried to take a leisurely stroll around the park to clear her mind and, when she neared the fountain, she came upon a familiar figure that, at once, eased her frustrations.
"Ah, it's Phact," she said to herself before approaching the senshi of doves. "Hey there, I wasn't expecting to see you around these parts. How goes it?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2016 1:56 pm
The sense of the other aura made Phact smile and she glanced over to the page walking towards her. With a gentle smile on her face, the senshi of doves gave a nod.
"Good Evening Slievenamon. I hope things have been going well for you since we last spoke." Which, if she was right, only a few days ago. My how time flew.
"Things are going well on my end. Rested and back to normal. Yourself? Done much in the way of energy gathering?"
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