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Richtersveld's new upgrade had come with magic, and now that the adrenaline of the battle versus the Negaverse's ambush was over, she had actually gotten a chance to inspect what that meant on a few patrols.

She had noticed, versus the senshi who had pursued her at the battle, that her abilities had seemingly given her the ability to cause calming. Reconsideration, maybe? Urge patience? She had done it to a few lieutenants she had come across since, and it generally had resulted in the situation ending without any lost lives. It wasn't necessarily a perfect solution, but it was a start. Perhaps she could eventually convince some of them to take some time to talk or not even attack civilians in the first place instead of getting into situations where she needed to interrupt them.

Richtersveld wasn't sure if it would work against a youma, but, well.

It seemed today was a day to find out.

She had felt the aura and the page running away from it, and quickly turned on her heels to run after it. Felt a lot more like her brother with the speed she had now as a squire -- couldn't even imagine how fast her brother would be if he had this kind of power, and she couldn't help the small chuckle under her breath at the thought of Zot becoming something like a speedster superhero come to life, though she definitely hoped that wouldn't happen. Was this why he liked running so much? She could feel the wind going through her curls.

She had to grip onto her weapon pretty tightly, though it was better than it had been just carrying around a tiny terrarium.

Richtersveld skidded to a stop as the page bolted across the street with the youma following, seeing the truck coming down the street.

Said truck which took out the youma.

Well.

At least it didn't take out the page.

She located a corner and crossed the street appropriately, following the sense of where the page was to follow her into the alley that she had ducked into. "Ah, hello?" Her voice was cautious, wary, and she looked behind her just to make sure there were no other youma somehow appearing out of the woodwork that she would help this page take out before they attempted to take her out. "Are you alright?"

The squeak drew quiet, gentle giggles as Richtersveld settled, deciding that she probably didn't need to pull her first aid kit out of her subspace pocket just yet. She took the moment while the new knight was looking over her to confirm that, glancing over her body and looking for any injuries she might have acquired while attempting to flee from the youma. Or attempting to chase it away from something? She wasn't sure, and it didn't matter now, considering it had broken into dust in the road--

She wondered if that had damaged that truck at all--

"Ah, yes! I am!" She lifted up the ropes that were holding the terrarium, showing the no-longer-so-little terrarium that was her weapon. She wasn't really sure how this was a weapon, honestly, and worried about breaking it almost every time she swung it-- "I'm a squire, which I think is the next, ah, power up from you." Sounded like she was her brother talking about a video game. "You're a page, right?"

Her energy felt like the energy of a page, but it wasn't necessarily just that that clued her into this page's newness. It was the surprise of her being anything like her... "I'm Richtersveld, squire of Pluto. And you?"

She quickly followed that up with, "And do you need any first aid?" She didn't think so, but that dress was long enough that perhaps she was missing something--

The knights, in general, could use some people who could provide them with guidance. Their awakenings were spontaneous; she, herself, had been fortunate to cross paths with Royal Knight Camelot not too long after awakening, someone she had already crossed paths with before, but so few people had the luck of running into a royal knight, of all things.

It was part of why Richtersveld was always willing to stop and talk about basic things like this. Someone had helped her; it only made sense for her to do the same.

The Moon. That explained the markings, she supposed-- "You're the first Moon Knight I've met!" Richtersveld seemed delighted by this and was quickly absorbing what Serentatis' outfit generally looked like so she knew what to keep an eye out for. "But tired I understand," her gaze returned back to Serentatis' face, sympathy in her own eyes, "it was a lot for me at first too. My day job is therapy. That's not frequently the type of thing you have to run in circles for."

That was more her brother's domain with his whole track star thing. Sometimes literally. And even their sibling was considerably more of a runner than she was--

"I have some tea if that might help? I keep some with me." It wasn't anything terribly strong with caffeine, but it might help give her a bit of a boost. "You said last few days, though -- what brings you out here? Just trying to learn the ropes?"

The only Moon Knight.

It was both incredibly intriguing and incredibly surprising. How had she found out she was the only one? Was it just from observation, or had she talked to someone already who might know? Still, though, if she was the only one, then she could definitely use some guidance. Richtersveld had not met terribly many other Pluto Knights, but it was nice to have that community--

Radiography! Another person in the caring-for-people fields. Her eyes lit up at that, finding a commonality in the woman in front of her already beside for their mutual knighthood. Admittedly, being a radiographer also implied that Serentatis was probably a little bit older than most knights she ran into, which made her especially curious. Richtersveld was nearly thirty-seven herself, and oft found herself on the older end of a lot of the knights-- "Oh! If I may be so bold, how old are you? A lot of the knights I meet are in their twenties. Not that there's anything wrong with that!"

It was a little frightening to think of why that might be the case. How many had died before her?

As she fetched a cup of tea from her subpocket, seemingly out of nowhere, and held it out to Serentatis, she nodded at her mentioning meandering-- "And what are you looking for? I might be able to help. After all, been at this for a little bit."

Richtersveld giggled, and was about to excuse the never tells with a fair enough when Serentatis did say that she was thirty-four. Thirty-four! That was definitely considerably closer to her age-- "Thirty-seven here. Or thirty-six, I suppose. I tend to start calling myself the new age before I actually am."

A child. Richtersveld realigned her mind to remind herself that wasn't anyone under the age of thirty -- the war had taught her differently, but she still sometimes had the instinct that anyone who was much younger than her was someone she needed to mother -- and bit on her bottom lip lightly when she realized there were definitely people she might consider children in the war. Even beyond calling a twenty-one-year-old a baby. She would address that in a moment, once Serentatis was done being stunned.

Would also address the starseed in a moment--

"It's strange, right?" she giggled, pulling out a small cup of her own and settling. "I've heard it referred to as subspace before. I think of it like a magical invisible backpack you can't see. I store a small first aid kit in there and a few things like this." At this point, she lifted the cup to display what she meant. "Basically, just," she bent down, picked up a small rock, and offered it to Serentatis. "Take this rock. Now just imagine yourself putting it away somewhere, like in a backpack. The rock will go in there."

After a brief pause, she continued with, "And then you can imagine having the rock in your hands, and it'll reappear. I don't know how much can go in there, exactly, but you can't will people or anything like that into it. Just small things like first aid kits and tea."

She took a sip of her tea. "I'll go over the other things once you have that down."

Richtersveld did have a way of making herself older than she was, but with her birthday being in March, it wasn't for a terribly long time. She giggled quietly at the concept of Serentatis making herself older than she was -- maybe it was just a general thing for people of their ages. Once twenty-five passed, she had trouble thinking of particular age milestones, culturally, beyond the big decade markers. And even twenty-five was mostly in reference to rental cars--

Perhaps her work as a therapist shined through in her patience, and she simply sipped her tea and watched carefully as she observed Serentatis work through the concept of tucking it away in subspace.

She might have offered a bit of friendly applause when she did seem to get the first part of it down.

"It's a bit strange to get used to at first, but you'll adjust to it eventually! It got easier as I did it more, too. At first, didn't bother much with it and just carried my first aid kit, but," she shifted her tea to one hand, demonstrated pulling out her first aid kit, and then vanished it back into the invisible backpack where it lived, "now I just store it in there. It's let me store a few bigger tools, too--."

Wasn't told how much time she had--

"I could probably give you context for that, actually." Her smile was wry. Richtersveld had gotten her rude awakening to the Negaverse several years ago, when--

"Ma'am, it's nothing personal."

Her mind swam.

"We need this for the greater good, you see--"

"I saw them take my starseed from my chest before I fainted. One of the agents, that is. Military garb. I didn't understand who they were until later, a chance most people like me don't get." She sipped at her tea, a lightly regulating thing though she had long grown adjusted to what had happened. "From what I understand, I was in the hospital for two weeks or so, in a coma. I think Zot and Nem -- ah, those are my siblings, sorry -- said my vitality signs were fading."

Richtersveld knew that any news she was giving was both encouraging and likely not what Serentatis wanted to hear. Encouraging in that starseed loss was not necessarily a death sentence if it was found in time. Discouraging in that there was a time limit, that there was only so long that the body would manage without a soul within--

And it became even worse when she had to make her next admission, and she found herself taking a sip of tea as she tossed over in her mind what was the best way she could possibly word this -- the best way, the nicest way, the way that would cause the least pain while still being realistic about the chances--

"I wasn't sure at first, to be honest," she started, as she lowered the cup from her lips. "It wasn't my siblings. They hadn't an idea what was happening as they had never heard of the Negaverse or starseeds or anything, and I hadn't even really known until later, other than something disappeared from me that was -- very important. Evidently, enough to knock me out, which at the time was interesting to me considering my medical training."

For a time, it had actually spiked a sense of religiosity back in her body -- she could think of nothing else other than it had been something of her that could only be accessed by magic, and magic was --

A religious experience, and an obvious one.

In some ways, it remained as one even as she found out the truth of it -- what was the Cauldron? Why did it exist? Who had created it -- was it Sailor Cosmos? Was it simply a product of the energy created when the galaxies were created, when the Big Bang happened? "It's primarily a theory, but -- there was an event that has been described to me that seems to timeline-match up with when I had my life nearly stolen. There was an invasion of the Negaverse -- starseeds were rescued from their stores, from what I understand."

This wasn't exactly promising, all things considered...