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Stillwaterite was out on patrol tonight.

She had checked in with Alabaster to make sure he was doing alright, and then set off. The evening was pretty standard. Watching. Thinking. Some lower level Order signatures played chicken with her for a short spell before disappearing, and then she was on her own again as she soared through the night. Eventually the corrupt came to a stop on top of one of the malls in Destiny City. It was late enough that it was closed, but a few cars still littered the parking lot. She peered down at the lot curiously, but soon found her attention drawn to something else.

Another signature had popped onto her internal radar, and it was making a bee line towards her. It wasn't anything basic either. Her level, for sure, but something more even. Interesting. The corrupt turned in the direction it was coming from and waited.

She hoped this wouldn't be a battle. She had no qualms about defending herself, but most of the time she just wanted to be left to her own devices. It seemed though, that this wouldn't be the case. As the Order Eternal grew closer, and she could start making out the other's form, that nagging feeling was back. Every little detail about her just made it worse. The flowing sash, the soft chimes of the coins adorning her uniform, the glow of the patterns marking her skin---

She knew this person, she was sure, and it wasn't just be word of mouth or association, and she had the feeling before the other senshi uttered her name. Well. A past name.

Stillwaterite lifted a hand to rest it on a hip as she regarded the other, and nothing on her face showed except for a small smile. She couldn't satisfy the nagging feeling of knowing this person, but on another level she did know this person. It was easy to see the resemblance.

"Oh." She replied. "You must be Beringia's sister." The dark hair, tanned skin, and light eyes. For sure. Stillwaterite's expression turned into a sympathetic smile. "You're in for a bad time then, dear, and my name is Stillwaterite, but Still for short."

Oh. Well then.

Stillwaterite's pale brows shot up into her bangs as the eternal senshi placed her lips on her's, but that was as far as the surprise went. The rest of it was internalized. There was no blush, no stuttering, no embarrassment or awkwardness. There was nothing Olga about the reaction. My, this one was certainly friendly, and not at all like the picture Beringia had painted of a woman wrecked.

The corrupt's hands came to rest on Methone's waist in return---more as a safety measure on her part in case she needed to push the other away, but aside from that, she was unruffled. "Something like that." She replied. "Your brother was rather descriptive about how upset you were...and I'll just be up front, and tell you the same thing I told him." Her voice softened:

"Your friend's dead." She said. "Because that person can't exist if there's no memories of her, so I wouldn't go chasing ghosts." Her smile was somewhat sympathetic, and she shook her head. "I'm not going to fight you unless you force me to."

And with this senshi literally right here, Still's mind started to rapidly turn. This seemed like something of a warm greeting. A very warm greeting for someone who was essentially a stranger...if this senshi was that fond of her friend...where had she been when she came over to the Negaverse?

This one was very forward and very confident---

She admired something about that confidence. Not just right now, something said. But back...when? The corrupt was immediately wary, but nothing showed on her expression. She couldn't help but feel suspicious. Machine said she didn't have anyone, and this senshi was overly friendly, which had her thinking she wanted something.

Still could fist chest her too if she wanted at this range, and it wouldn't even be a struggle. Wasn't she concerned about that? "Dead is the truth." She replied. "The only thing that exists are fragments, and those don't make a person." Pale fingers slid under Methone's gloved hand on her chest, where she lifted it away. Not roughly, but firmly. She didn't like her hand covering that for some reason.

A brow rose at the question. "Hardly anything." She replied, opting to be truthful, since she felt that there was no leverage the other could gain by honesty. "Could I trouble you for a name, dear? I'd like to know what to call the pretty yet intensive inquisitive face."

Methone.

Something about that name seemed to echo in her.

Transcendent? Maybe that had something to do with the glowing markings on her skin. Machine hadn't told her anything about those kind of senshis yet! She'd have to ask Pyro or them later. "Good to know." She replied, "But I wasn't interested in doing so." Though she felt kind of bad. Machine said Moonies needed to join or 'gtfo'...

"I don't think you're immune to me yanking your starseed, though."

She felt herself focus on those words: taken away from us.

That didn't coincide with what Machine said, and the conflict of these two statements had her more wary of the senshi. Pyro had said she was better off not knowing or chasing down the past. She just couldn't help but be curious about it when it kept waving itself in front of her face in the form of various people telling her she was in the wrong place. Where had all these people been when it happened?

Still's expression remained placid as she answered the woman. "I'm not sure I was taken away from you...that implies you had to be around for that to happen." Her reply was simple and lacked any accusation. Just a statement. "No, I don't want to, but I will if you force my hand."

She wasn't sure what she should be feeling in that moment. Methone was just laying it out there. Her face was so open and honest, like Machine's had been when she had woken up. She still just couldn't get over it though. Even if she had been away...if they had been such good friends, why did she go? Still kept getting caught on that. A brow rose, curious. Her brother was her partner...?

Stillwaterite's expression remained placid though as the Transcendent spoke. After a moment fingers reached up to curl some of the woman's dark hair around a pale finger. "Please don't hold your breath, dear." Still replied softly. "It'd be a real shame if you keeled over from suffocation."

The corrupt let go, and took a step back from Methone. "There isn't a friendship, here." She said. "I don't know you, and you don't know me." Two ships passing in the night---one with memories of the past and one without. "So if you want to be friends, it's from the ground up."

Again, apparently.

Still watched the senshi as she started to draw back, and did not follow. She was just thinking. The bright and forward demeanor she had seemed diminished some how, and the smile, though present, seemed feeble. She seemed...bothered.

"If we find each other again on another evening, Methone---" Still replied, "Consider it a date."

Against better judgement. Against the fact she should be battling those of Order like Machine said. Curiosity, she felt, was going to get her in a lot of trouble one day.