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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2022 3:05 pm
Patrolling was like an addiction, really. With her admission to Destiny City University guaranteed--so long as she got a D or better in all her classes at this point, which wasn't hard--Anser found herself out on patrol almost every day. She maintained a C in her classes which was good enough, even if Mom gave her some looks for it. Ignacio understood, and he was a senshi like she was, so that was all that really mattered to her... So she was out as an eternal again. Admittedly, it was disappointing to find that there wasn't any Chaotic people around for her to beat the s**t out of or chase off. There wasn't even any youma, which was especially offensive. There was a part of her that wondered if maybe she just scared people off on her own, now; people were afraid of her and Eternal Cybele? Perhaps they were just afraid of her on her own, and that was worth it-- Imagine patrolling with a fellow eternal, though-- She stopped when she felt an aura much weaker than hers. Oh, a basic. Probably needed someone to patrol with. Anser approached the aura openly, shooting a friendly smile when she got close. "Hey!"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 6:41 pm
When Ingrid had gotten home the night after the fight with Kata, the two corrupts and the alien, she had been far too tired and too unhappy to make a good case to Galya of why they should corrupt.
In fact, now she was wondering if she should just give the whole thing up as a bad job and just…quit being a senshi again but.
…But her brother was a senshi. If she could find this…Sailor Victoria…she could find him. That was worth it, wasn’t it?
Ingrid was on a park bench, legs tucked up under her dress like fuku, chin resting on her knees as she thought. Though, the friendly voice and strong aura made her pause, looking up.
Ah. Company. That.
…All right.
“Hello. I’m Sailor Ingrid, it’s nice to meet you.” Her eyes took in the other girl and she frowned slightly, wondering just what she might be the senshi of.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 7:05 pm
"Sailor Ingrid!" Anser was, of course, utterly clueless about the conflict that Ingrid was having in her mind. All she saw in front of her was someone who was a baby senshi -- a baby! she could think of people as babies now! -- that she could possibly help, like how people like Sailor Cybele had guided her. "I'm Eternal Sailor Anser," she said eternal like she was rather proud of it, while probably giving away the fact that she was new to being eternal in general. Probably should be careful not to say it like that-- "And I'm a transcended senshi of geese! You?" She sat next to Ingrid on the park bench. Too bold? Maybe she was too bold. Better roll with it now. "Are you new?"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 8:00 pm
Ingrid paused and raised a brow when the senshi plopped down next to her, and scooted over, moving to sit correctly, smoothing down her fuku and giving a hollow, somewhat amused little laugh. “...Am I new? No…I’m going on…six years now? Five and a half? I’m just lazy. And a terrible senshi. But…I guess I could pretend to be new. It might get me a bit more sympathy, that’s for sure.”
She glanced to Anser and hesitated. “Senshi of Holly…hey. Do you know someone named Sailor Victoria, by chance? He’s my brother…and he’s been missing for…well. As long as I’ve been a senshi, honestly. But. I only found out about him last week when my dumbass sister finally told me.” Ingrid blinked, frowning. “...That he’s a senshi, I mean. Obviously I knew he was missing.”
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 8:25 pm
Six years? ... Damn, that was even longer than her. She finally got herself awakened something like four years ago? Four and a half years ago? Anser supposed she had known about the war a lot longer than that, but she also wasn't going to be mean. "I mean, our past selves didn't wake up and find themselves forced into a war, right? So you're acting pretty normal, honestly. I don't think that's lazy or terrible at all." Anser swung her legs back and forth. She couldn't imagine just ignoring her duties for six years, but-- there was no point in being mean about things. Sure, she was a mediator and performed important hunting rituals, but her brother was a king, and kings hardly did anything fighty-- Sailor Victoria... Anser thought about it, raking her memory banks and hoping she could give a good answer, the swinging of her legs slowing as she thought. And then a, "I'm sorry, I don't. He went missing six years ago?" That wasn't promising. She didn't like the sound of that, not considering all the people she knew who the Negaverse had taken and killed and-- "Did they ever find a body?"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 8:31 pm
“I suppose so, yeah…but, no. No body. At least not one of Feliks. If there was one for Sailor Victoria, it never came back to me or my knowledge. Though i only just learned about him being a senshi like. Last week so. Three days ago, more like but. Whatever.”
She leaned back against the bench, letting her eyes unfocus as she gazed at a tree. “Maybe he’s dead, but maybe not. Hopefully I’ll find something out. I’d like to, at least.”
Even if she could have confirmation that he was dead. That.
That would be closure.
And if he had been taken by the Negaverse? Well. She’d be joining him soon enough then.
“If you could ask around…if you know anyone who might have known him…I’d appreciate it. I can add you to my phone, maybe?” Drawing it out, Ingrid wiggled it for emphasis.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 8:44 pm
So he disappeared six years ago, and there was no body that belonged to Feliks or a mysterious senshi -- or gang person, or terrorist, or whatever they were calling them now... There wasn't necessarily a body with every starseeding victim, of course. He could have been starseeded. But he was also a senshi, and senshi didn't just disappear, not usually. Not usually from their family, at least. Some of them retreated and focused a bit on their private life, though she couldn't imagine doing that herself, but-- What would make a senshi disappear from their family? "Yeah, definitely!" Anser offered her phone, in turn. "I'd love to make more contacts. We'll find your brother, especially now that we have more information about him, okay?" She bit the inside of her lip. Would they find him?
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 8:51 pm
Ingrid took a quick picture of Anser and one of herself with the Eternals’ phone and handed it back. “Perfect. Then…I hope that I can hear from you sometime soon. If you hear anything…please let me know. I hope that he’s all right but. Truthfully…”
She fell quiet, forcing herself to her feet and bending backwards, some her back cracking with several satisfying pops. “...I doubt that any good news will come from this. It’s been too long but. Even just knowing would be wonderful. I should get home. My sister will be there soon and I need to talk to her about some things…but. You have a wonderful night, okay? It was really nice to meet you!”
And that was the honest truth, but…Ingrid didn’t want to talk anymore. Didn’t want to share more of herself. She wanted to get home, talk to her twin and…get this show on the road.
Time was running out for her, after all.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 9:09 pm
She doubted any good news would come from this, and honestly, in Anser's experience, there wouldn't be any good from this. Her brother was likely dead, one way or another. Either his starseed was used for the Negaverse's machine, or he in some way was part of the Negaverse's machine. She took her phone back, disappearing it into the subspace pocket. "Knowing would be a good thing, for sure." Anser straightened out her skirt, and then came to her feet, letting the feathered material spread about her. "You should have a good night too, okay? Be careful out there." Ingrid didn't want to talk anymore, even if Anser wanted to ask more questions. What did he look like? Who did he hang around a lot? What did he like doing? Maybe they could find some hints as to where he ended up-- She supposed she'd have to figure that out herself. As Ingrid turned to leave, Anser murmured, "Hope he still knows who you are."
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