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The general had reason to be out and active most nights again, so when her crystal buzzed and beeped for her attention she was quick to check whatever message may be needing her attention. The nature of the message made her stiffen, and automatically she turned her focus outward into the city, sifting through the auras she felt on the very fringe of her senses as if one of those was her new corrupt senshi. Not out of the question, but impossible to tell by aura alone.

Thankfully their tablets had undergone a most handy upgrade, and the general was able to pull up to the poor senshi's location on her screen. Close, it would take only a few minutes to reach her.



Teleportation took her to the building itself, and once there she could use the feel of the girl in her head to suss out where she'd hidden away. Beneath a stairwell, curled and cowering. Xenotime approached slowly, a hand resting on the edge of a stair as she knelt down at the mouth of Vanth's little hidey-hole.

"I'm here. You can come out now." There were no other auras nearby, and even if there were, Xenotime felt confident in her ability to fend off all obstacles.

There she was Huddled beneath a set of stairs, hidden from view. At the sound of the general's voice she'd come scrambling out to clutch at muscular thighs, Xenotime reached down to rest a hand on the poor girl's head as words fell into the quiet of the basement like water.

It was easy enough to glean what had happened. Vanth had been working to fill her quota when she'd been confronted by an eternal senshi. The latter cornered her, over powered her, and she'd lost whatever energy she'd managed to gather. By the cuts that decorated pale skin it looked as though she'd taken the brunt of some magical attack, but the general could see little other damage than that.

Fingers combed through silvery hair to brush it back from that sweet little face, and her free hand when to the girl's arm to draw her back enough for the woman to kneel in front of her. "Hush now, it's alright." There was no anger, no disappointment or impatience. Nothing but soft reassurance as she cupped a tear stained cheek. "Your safety is more important to me than a little bit of energy."

Sinking back until she was seated on the floor with legs folded before her, Xenotime drew the petite girl into her lap. "What did she look like, the senshi that attacked you?"

Xenotime stroked a thumb along one of Vanth's pale cheeks to wipe away a falling tear as she listened to the description of the eternal senshi that had attacked her. Purples, tanned skin, hood. She knew the name even before the young corrupt could say it and a cold little smile pulled at the general's lips as she recalled her last run in with the senshi of orchids.

"Self-righteous twist," she snapped harshly, but it was in no way directed at the young woman she was still holding gently.

The general sighed softly, she'd deal with Ida later for the state of her newest recruit, but for now there were much more pressing matters to attend, and Vanth was her priority. "The energy goes to the defense of this earth. Nothing is free, love. Everything has a price, and a little energy taken gently is such a small thing." Both hands were cupping pale cheeks now as she looked down to meet those wide blue eyes. "We do what we do for the greater good, to keep [i[her kind from wreaking havoc here.

"Let's get you somewhere safe." Letting Vanth go, Xe stooped down to hook an arm behind the senshi's knees so she could scoop her up against her chest. In a blink they'd left the dimness and chill of the stairwell and were standing in the quiet and warmth of Porsha's apartment. A second later the general had dropped her magic, and stood as the fighter instead. "Drop your magic, love."

"Yes, we've crossed paths a time or two and she's always managed to wriggle away." It was said with a snort or irritation, but the fighters arms tightened on the younger she was holding, protective. "She's not like you, no. Her kind are a constant and often dangerous thorn in our sides, especially the ones that feel like her. She can't be drawn to our cause."

Which meant their only real option was to kill her, or use her as a battery.

Huffing and breath, Porsha's looked down at Saoirse and let unhappy features relax into something softer. "We stop her with strength and cunning." Ida haf always been on Porsha's list of problems needing correction, but she'd jumped much closer to the top of it in attacking Vanth.

Adjusting her grip she let Saoirse's legs go so she could set her gently on her feet without letting her go. "A warm soak will help chase away the aches and stings, and if you want you can stay here tonight." Slate wouldn't mind.

"We have laundry. I can put your clothes in the wash once you get in the bath," she said as she started guiding the petite girl through the living room and into the hall. There was a stacked washer/dryer combination tucked into the first closest with it's folding french doors, and just past that the bathroom. The tube was deep, wonderful for soaking. Sink and toilet were up against the opposite wall, along the back of the room a drain settled into the floor and shower heads dropped from the ceiling and a single tall pane of glass to contain the spray.

A large towel was pulled from a standing cabinet and laid on the counter side the sink. "I know you will." She sat at the edge of the tub to start the water, adjusting the temperature until it was coming out hot but not burning. "I'll bring you in a fresh shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in and leave them on the counter.

Pale eyes flicked up to the girl. Training was sorely needed for her newest, at the very least endurance and speed, and the basics of defense. Vanth wasn't built to be a heavy hitter, but she could be fast and that was almost as good.

"Do you want me to stay and help, or would you like some privacy?"