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 Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2018 11:33 am
Methone's planet was busy among the winter stars. It wasn't uncommon that during the colder months of the universe, her Island's of paradise were especially busy. While Methone never experienced the cold that some did, she was aware of the time that passed mostly because of the sheer amount of lost souls finding their way to her.
Her planet had been built and founded on the ideals of helping those who lingered with regrets, with pain to passing on. The senshi herself was especially special in the role, the dance of northern lights was one she specialized and used many times to calm the angered or sad.
Even now, she had finished a dance, dispersing the group that had come to partake in what they thought was nesscary to help them pass. Whether it'd be intimacy, food, exchange of stories. Her gaze would turn to Saturn where she knew the knights would come soon for their charges.
Briefly, her heart ached to see Alphonse again, even if she was just able to see him in passing. She clutched at the vest she wore before sighing and moving through the village. when she felt the presence of someone coming to her planet, she moved to the beaches and watched the skies for the the newcomer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 12:24 pm
As a knight of Uranus, it was not outside Kestrel's means to secure herself a star-skiff. After all, when she was off-planet she was a courier and guide, and it only made sense that she could ferry herself around at her own whims. A larger ship would have perhaps been more fitting, but then she would have needed to assemble a crew and to keep to ports of call, when she was much more interested in places away from the beaten path and her responsibilities. Like this one, a moon off of Saturn where it was said that the dead were able to find peace.
Maybe she could have a word or two. As a passing curiosity. Perhaps.
The petite blonde landed the skiff in the clear waters just off-shore of what appeared to be a populated island. She set to work adjusting the ropes and sails for intraplanetary travel, but every so often her eyes would get caught by the display in the sky, a brilliant aurora that turned her humble skiff a whirlwind of hues. Kestrel considered calling to Zoji La, to see if the winds would speak to her here, but she didn't want to make this a political visit when she was here on personal time, for what she would call a passing curiosity. A whim. An ache in her chest that never quite went away.
So torn was the young woman between her work and the lights that she didn't notice an onlooker until she was nearly on the sands on the beach. She hopped from the bow to the knee-deep water with a splash, glancing up just in time to make out a figure in front of her. In the silence she hadn't expected to have company so soon, and if not for the lead she'd been holding, she would have fallen back into the water entirely. As it stood, Kestrel watched the other woman with wide eyes and a tight grip on the lead to her skiff, letting out a flustered trill of a laugh.
"Oh! Hello! I...didn't see you there," she called out, her toes curled in the sand as she stepped closer to the water's edge. "This isn't a private island, is it? I didn't mean to interrupt."
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 11:45 am
Methone was, if anything, a curious senshi and immediately came up to the traveler. They did not look like someone who needed help passing to the next world, but did look like they could use some time on a paradise island. The planet itself would never reject anyone who came to them, regardless of their needs and wants.
She completely invaded the space of the other woman, looking her up and down, before reaching over and pressing her cheek to the uranus knights cheek.
"Not a private beach at all! Methone welcomes all." She rubbed gently, "Welcome to my planet." She looked over at the skiff. "What a wonderful boat. Would you like some food or drink or...." She waited, "Anything?"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2018 1:18 am
Kestrel had but a moment to feel relieved by the welcome before she was being felt up by the welcome, and she peeped softly in distress when she found a starclad woman suddenly in her space, touching her cheek and offering her things and complimenting her boat. Her brain started to work a moment later, and as she processed what she'd heard, her eyes widened.
"Your..." She began, but she answered the question in her head before it had fully formed on her lips, and recognition lit up her eyes. "Just answers to some questions, if you wouldn't mind," she replied, voice soft and eyes drifting from the woman to the dancing lights above.
"You are the senshi, then? Is this Methone? Do you keep the dead here, or a record of the dead? Do they sometimes speak? Can people who aren't you...speak to them?" She paused only to look back at the senshi when she realized she was out of breath, and then she sighed.
"Let me explain. I'm a Knight--Zoji La, of Uranus," she said, touching a brooch on one shoulder and tracing around it until a cowl of sky and sand draped over her bare shoulders. "I came here looking for someone. I heard that sometimes you entertained an audience of the dead." Her eyes flickered past the senshi, towards buildings and lights, like she might be able to see individual parties from this far on the beach. "Is that...something you do?"
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 8:31 am
"That's a simple request of a traveler, but I will do my best." The small pixie like senshi nodded, "I am Methone, the senshi of this planet." She shook her head. "We do not keep dead here no, but we prepare them for the journey that is death here. We are in alliance with the planet Saturn, of the white kingdom."
She brushed Kestrel's cheek again, "What we do is offer comfort and ease to those who are close to passing, should that be in a days time or a months time. We offer the light, if you will, before the end of the tunnel. The paradise before the path of rebirth and the cauldron."
The donning of the knight's power made Methone's eyes widen and then soften. "You are of the outer planets. Uranus knights are not new to us!" She let her hand fall and take the knight's. "Do you wish to see what we do, Zoji La? Would you like to see if you can find the answer to your question?" Methone didn't feel that Zoji's energy was that of one needing to find peace, but Methone's planet wasn't just for the dead.
"We entertain, Zoji La. But we are much more then that. Who is it you seek?" If anything, she could ask Mont Blanc his thoughts, since the saturn knight kept the records of those who had already died and moved on.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 6:02 pm
Zoji La breathed in and smelled cinnamon and cardamom on her cloak and felt like home, before she breathed out and her expression faltered. "Oh. I see," she fidgeted, not shy of the senshi's hands but withdrawn all the same. "I had thought that perhaps...well. It was wishful thinking, I suppose. Poorly planned. Of course you are allied with Saturn, I would not wish to make trouble by asking about one of her fugitives."
She glanced sidelong back out to the water, and then to the skies above, realizing she was in the latest throes of an idea that she hadn't thought through. "He was...a Saturn knight. And a good friend." Even in the dim light of the aurora, her cheeks warmed like desert sands, like threaded fingers and empty promises. But she would not find him here, nor anywhere until she submitted herself to the Cauldron, and there was still so much work to be done before then. It fell heavy on her like the tides.
"He...um. He was always so clever. Left his post, but for a good cause, and then...well. He, haha, he left everything, which is so...like him, to leave without saying goodbye--"
Somewhere along the way, tears fell down Zoji La's face, and she shook her head even as she laughed and cried and wiped her eyes. When she found the strength to speak again, she gulped, looking back to Methone with a sweet, sad smile. "I'm sorry--too much. His name was Tarren. Knight of Castle Crims. He is gone." She squeezed Methone's hand. "But I would still love to see what it is you do."
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