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Amor Remanet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2024 4:08 pm
Quote: Prompt 1: The group has split up; while a large number of people remain in the storage wing, you have decided to help clear out some of the smaller rooms. Things are packed more securely here, and while there are some oddities on display, for the most part everything is secured in an array of wooden, stone, or metal boxes of varying security. You may see a strange item here or there, or something that catches your eye. There is an undeniably weird hum of energy in the room but Almadel has trusted you to behave.
As you investigate, you hear a strange noise. Roll a 1d4 to locate it.
If you roll 1 it is coming from an air vent
If you roll a 2 it is coming from a storage box
If you roll a 3 it is coming from the wall
If you roll a 4 it is coming from under the floor
You can decide how to get to them; you may be fortunate and find a loose tile but you may have to break something to reach them (at player choice). Just remember that Almadel wants his museum in the best condition possible…
Therefore, it stood to reason that Muri didn’t necessarily need to fear the Negaverse people who’d shown up tonight. One of them, at least, he really hoped would still see him as a friend and possibly even understand that purifying hadn’t been a moral or ethical decision for Murikabushi, and that his own choice for himself didn’t reflect anything about what he thought about anyone else. Albite was generally pretty open-minded and he had a lot of compassion, even if he jumped the gun sometimes and other times, went off on a tangent within a tangent within a tangent and quickly made one lose track of what he was trying to say. Odds of him believing that Muri had only purified for his own wellbeing felt pretty solid, therefore not a lot of reason to worry.
Besides, it felt pretty ******** presumptuous to assume that he mattered enough to any of them to merit any attention. As he let himself and Elsa into one of Almadel’s side-rooms, Muri quietly contented himself and tried to more or less steady his nerves with the fact that he really wasn’t anything special. Tall, yes. Loud and sparkly, yes. Incredibly ******** annoying and capable of talking as much as Albite, oh, absolutely. But……special? Never mind being special enough that a Negaverse General like Jet would waste a second thought on him when he objectively had more important things to do and people to protect? Nah, not really, sounded fake.
The only remotely special thing about Muri, he’d given up by purifying. Without being the weird Dark Mirror senshi who didn’t do his job, thought it was wrong for them to drain energy and worse for them to do it without knowing how Mirrorspace actually used the energy they fed into it, and vocally hated Mirrorspace itself, what even was he? Just another pretty little gay boy White Moon senshi, exactly the same as all the others. Functionally and fundamentally interchangeable with any of the others in every conceivable way.
Going too far down that particular mental rabbit hole wasn’t going to help him any, though. Skittering sounds were all over the place in this room, but Almadel still hadn’t figured out the lighting situation. At least the White Moon Mauvians loved their senshi and had kitted them out with smartphones that had flashlights. Pulling his out, Muri briefly paused to smile at the photo of Cersei that he had set as the background wallpaper, then turned on the flashlight. It……helped a bit, he guessed. Better than nothing, anyway.
“Thanks for getting out of there with me,” Muri said to Elsa as he started surveying the room and what it had to offer them. A lot of shelves, a lot of boxes, a lot of places where the sound of skittering kosopod legs could have been coming from. “Almadel needing help or not, I honestly might have reconsidered coming if I’d known that people I recognize from the Negaverse were going to be here. Like, it would’ve been one thing if they were people I’d never met before, no big deal, right? But seeing people who know that I used to be with the Dark Mirror? Even knowing that one of them is basically a giant Golden Retriever of a man who happens to be Chaos, and another of them is way too busy to care about me personally? It’s sort of nerve-wracking.”
With a soft sigh, Muri turned his phone toward one of the boxes on the shelves before him. He could’ve sworn, when he did, that the skittering noises got louder, worse. As if they were more agitated. Pursing his lips, he held the flashlight closer to the hole in the side that was clearly meant to serve as a hand-hold. Again, the skittering sounds grew louder, and Muri frowned.
“Sounds like there’s some bugs in this one,” he told Elsa. “And……I don’t know, they sound scared, more than anything? Still, if they’re already contained…… Yeah, we should check and make sure they aren’t eating anything important? But maybe we can find the others in the room first, or at least see if they’re the only ones or not.”
To that end, Muri took a different box off the shelves and set it on a table in the center of the room. It didn’t let loose any skittering noises, but he supposed that didn’t mean there weren’t any kosopods in it. Maybe some of them were younger and hadn’t gotten the hang of skittering quite yet. Trying to look into the box through the hand-hold hole, Muri couldn’t see very much, but thankfully, he found the box itself quite unlocked.
No kosopods awaited him inside.
Rather, Murikabushi found several trinket of unknown (to him) provenance—which made a lot of sense, given what he knew of Almadel and how he’d traded Muri two things that had belonged to Airan once upon a time—and one thing that felt……oddly familiar. He hadn’t seen it before—Muri knew that he couldn’t have—but the little bronze incense burner that he lifted out of the box had a design of roses engraved along the outside and filled in with black lacquer. Similar patterns of roses were carved into the handles, themselves shaped like long-necked, delicately antlered dragons. Sealing the deal on exactly where Murikabushi thought this artifact had come from, a carving of the same perpetually unsatisfied ouroboros serpent from his own brooch wove its way through the rose blossoms engraved all over the outside of the bowl.
“Ethics check,” Muri said, holding up the incense burner and angling his phone’s light toward it for Elsa’s sake. “If I’m pretty sure this came from my own planet, is taking it back still stealing? And is taking it home with me more or less ethical if I drop a couple Mirrorscape crystals in the box for Almadel as a trade?”
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Noir Songbird rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2024 12:29 pm
This whole thing had Elsa more than a little curious. Considering he had absolutely zero experience with space, though, he felt like that was completely understandable. He didn't have any kind of expectations, other than what he'd seen on Ida, and that was--different, obviously, so...
Here they were, in a strange room, in a strange museum, listening to see if they could find any number of the strange insects that were hidden all over the place.
This was going to be....something, Elsa thought. Something of some variety. Hopefully a positive something, considering Murikabushi was so excited, and honestly, considering all the people there--it wasn't like there were a huge number who might recognize him as a former Dark Mirror turned sparkly White Moon Senshi, but seeing so many people in one place made him feel like the odds were raised. Better to just...not risk it. Go somewhere aside, do some important work there, let everyone in the main room deal with all the dramatics.
"Yeah, no problem," Elsa acknowledged casually, and he flashed Murikabushi a smile over his shoulder as he turned to check the air vent near the floor.
There was a soft, scrabbling noise, and he sighed.
"In here too," he said, and he frowned at the vent. "We'll have to lure these ones out, probably--maybe there's something in here that will entice them?" Or they'd be enticed by the simple presence of Other Things, since Almadel had indicated they'd eat basically anything.
The question, though, made him turn, tilt his head to the side, and consider.
"I mean, this guy makes trades all the time," he said, thinking of his own warm cloak, "and I bet he'd be pleased to get to call it part of your pay for helping him? Since he's obviously not displaying it anywhere special."
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Amor Remanet rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2024 4:42 pm
The atmosphere out in the main area with everybody else had felt very……pro-bug murder.
Which was pretty new as a thing that bothered Kaifeng. Normally, for most of his life anyway, he wouldn’t have thought twice about stomping out bugs as necessary, wherever they decided to make a nuisance of themselves. It wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but sometimes, they posed a serious danger to people’s wellness and overall well-being. Where he could, these days, he liked to shepherd bugs outside; Huanxi seemed to prefer that, and Ming-er and Dewey could both be sensitive in ways that made Liánlí feel kind of bad about squashing bugs in their presence. Most bugs in Destiny City, however, were not as big as kosopods, and they distinctly lacked the ability to spit acid.
All things considered, Kaifeng understood why so many out there seemed okay with the idea of clearing out the kosopods by just killing them. If the poor little guys forced the issue by getting scared in ways that put people’s lives at risk, then using force to protect themselves. Still, as he’d wound his finger’s up with Helene’s, Kaifeng really hadn’t liked the idea very much. Just the thought of using deadly force on the kosopods made him think of Xingyi-ge’s silk moths, and the collection of them that he and Selenga had found in the tower.… It had made Kaifeng think of Xingyi-ge telling Huan-ge about how the silk moths had such simple, beautiful dreams and how many of them died to make fancy fabric, but how Xingyi-ge wouldn’t harvest their silk that way.
It just……felt right, Kaifeng thought, to try and find a different solution. And since Muri and his Elsa friend had gone off in one direction, Kaifeng had thought to follow them. Safer to go after friendly sorts than to pick a room at random and find it filled with Negaverse officers, probably. Indeed, as they came into the room, Kaifeng perked up at the question he heard Elsa asking.
“We might be able to help with that,” he said brightly, waving hello at Muri (who seemed to be holding something very old, decked out in rose-theming like a lot of Muri Things seemed to be) and Muri’s Friend Elsa. “Helene’s people had an incense that they used with kosopods, and special techniques for handling them. And yeah, there’s no guarantee that Almadel has any of the incense, but he might have something we can use?” He leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Helene’s cheek, then disentangled his fingers and went to join Elsa by the air vent he was checking. “If we can’t find the incense or the old Helenian tools, I do have snacks.”
He’d intended to share them more with people than with kosopods, but still, Kaifeng reached into his subspace for some of the snacks he’d brought. First thing his hands found was a plastic container with steamed jiaozi, which he offered to Elsa with a smile before holding it too close to the air vent.“Elsa is Jewish, Kaifeng,” Murikabushi pointed out, not harshly or anything, but just……glancing that way, and seeing steamed dumplings that, in his experience, would probably not be kosher.“We made these vegetarian!” Kaifeng glanced back over his shoulder to give Muri a hopefully reassuring smile. “No pork or shellfish sauces or anything used in them, either. They are a bit spicy, but we made this batch to share with my cousin, her spouse, and my brother. So the spice isn’t as much what I’d usually do.”
Which he hoped would be sufficient as he turned back to Elsa.……Okay, well, that appeased Murikabushi, who turned back to Helene, perfectly content to work with him and to let Kaifeng introduce himself to Elsa. “I found a box that probably has kosopods in it,” Muri said, “and Elsa has them in the air vent over there. What were the Helenian methods for dealing with them? We can collaborate on checking to see if Almadel has any of the right stuff.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2024 12:46 am
Elsa blinked, when he heard an unfamiliar voice--whoever this was, they were clearly full of energy, and he turned to give the Saturn Knight and the alien Senshi with him a polite smile that was just this side of uncomfortable. Frankly, he wasn't sure what to make of them--but then, the Knight mentioend Helene, and it all clicked into place enough that Elsa could relax. A Saturn Knight accompanied by a pastel sherbert-colored Senshi with a sunset-toned fuku--Kaifeng and Helene. Murikabushi had talked aobut them. And about Kaifeng's enthusiasm.
Which meant all of this was very genuine.
"Those smell delicious," he said, genuinely. "Seems a shame to feed them to the bugs." Still, even assured that they were vegetarian and pretty likely kosher, Elsa didn't reach for one. "Still, let our little bug friends smell them, at least. That'll probably help."The moment he stepped foot in Almadel's storage room, Helene smelled something achingly familiar.
The others would, no doubt, not recognize it. None of them had lived a thousand years, after all--there was no reason for them to know the scent that drew Helene's attention. Elsa and Murikabushi both got only a brief nod, initially, as he scanned the room for the source--until his eyes landed on what seemed like a likely culprit. A damaged box, straw of the kind that might be used to absorb scents pouring out, and what looked like the undipped end of an incense stick.
Being addressed directly made him turn to Murikabushi, though.
"We used an incense made from plants unique to Helene to repel them," Helene said. "Like your...citronella candles? For mosquitoes?" His eyes drifted back tot he torn box. "And I believe Almadel has some, though he is clearly not aware of what he possesses. So, with your burner, and the incense--if I am correct--we should be able to herd them together, and then it is simply a matter of finding something with which to light them and we will have an effective solution to hand. We can use it to drive them into a more secure box and return that to Almadel, so he may remove them as he pleases."
He approached the torn open box, carefully removing the incense sticks. Their scent was sharp, but Helene sighed, shaking his head. "These are not as strong as they once might have been, but that may be to our advantage, given the confined space."
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Amor Remanet rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 9:25 pm
Quote: Prompt 2: You have located the sound–Kosopods, ranging from six inches to two feet wide. They are hard shelled isopods with many legs and prickly tails. They can be nearly any neutral color, it just depends on what they have been eating. They will immediately try to scatter. Roll 1d4 to determine how many Kosopods you have located; you can decide their size.
In the meantime, the jiaozi seemed to be having the desired effect: four kosopods came skittering out of the air vent. All of them seemed to be about the same size as the little wiggly slug bois at Kaifeng’s Wonder, the ones that he’d taken to calling “Tiny Dancers.” About six inches long, give or take a little. They crept up toward the smell of the jiaozi, hard-shelled and sort of grayish brown. For the moment, Kaifeng met them with his eyes wide and sparkly, eagerly hoping that they would manage to trap these little guys instead of needing to kill them.Fire, right. Murikabushi nodded to Helene and his incense sticks, then reached into his subspace. He hoped he still had it—yes, there it was. As quick as he could, Muri pulled out the lighter he’d been reaching for. “Do we need to do anything special about lighting them or is it just like any other incense,” he asked as he opened up the burner for Helene to insert the sticks.
Over on a shelf, another one of the boxes rustled. A quick moment later, the box-top popped open and two more kosopods wiggled around, trying in vain to free themselves. “We need, like, an empty box to corral them into……or something.”
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Noir Songbird rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2024 2:01 pm
Elsa eyed the air vent he'd heard noise coming from; once Kaifeng waved around the dumplings--and he really did sort of want one now, but he wasn't gonna be a gremlin about it--there was movement from within. A rattling first, and then a crash as the vent came unstuck, Elsa jumped out of the way, and three little kosopods came tumbling out and went scampering for the smell of food.
"Oh, wow, those things are hungry," Elsa said, and he had to admit, he was almost impressed by their scampering, dedicated perseverance. He turned his attention to a nearby shelf, though, and found what looked like a rather solid box, undamaged by time or snackish insects--and all that was inside was a single vase and some sawdust to pack it, so he could extract the vase, carefully set it aside (and pretend he didn't see the snowflake-and-bounding-deer painted on the side, because he was not interested in what might be an Elsan vase or something, not right now) and dump out the sawdust.
"I think I've got something to pack them in," he said, which felt timely because two of them were clearly wiggling their way over towards Helene. What a collection.
He tipped over the box, setting it on the ground open.
"See if we can herd them over here?"Helene gave Murikabushi a nod. "Do not need to do anything special--these are designed to be practical, not ceremonial. They should light as any other incense." Unless there was something strange about modern incense he was unaware of, but that seemed unlikely based on everything he did know about the Earth he had found himself on.
So, he set the sticks into Murikabushi's burner.
"Be careful, the scent is strong." It reminded him somewhat of a mix of cinnamon and citrus; sharp, spicy, and not exactly pleasant. Hopefully time had dulled their potency as he expected, but he was prepared for an unpleasant surprise when they were lit. He recalled them always smelling stronger when burning than when at rest.
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Amor Remanet rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2024 8:09 pm
Quote: Prompt 3: The Kosopods immediately attack. They are frantic and hungry; they can spit acid that causes agitation and eventually burns through things and they have many sharp legs and sharp points on their shells. They can bite. Their shells are very hard and they can only be damaged by flipping them over to expose their delicate underbelly or possibly by overwhelming them with magic. They cannot be starseeded. They are vulnerable to fire but it might not be a good idea to start setting things ablaze if you want to stay on Almadel’s good side. Roll 1d4 to determine how many Kosopods you have defeated; if you roll lower than the last prompt, you will need to roll again until you defeat them all or hope that your allies rolled high enough to take out some of yours as well. If you roll a higher number here than you did in prompt 2, you can help your allies. Still going for trapping or non-violently restraining the kosopods instead of hurting them, though!
Steeling his nerves, Murikabushi lifted the incense burner by a delicate chain attached to the bowl. He held it up to the rattling box where the two kosopods were trying to clamber out.“Aiyah, not a moment too soon,” Kaifeng burst out when he caught the scent of the incense getting lit up. Although he smiled over his shoulder at Muri, it looked distinctly tense. Carefully backing away from the little horde of kosopods he and Elsa had found in the vent, Kaifeng hoped to lure them toward Elsa’s box. And he believed in their team, he did! But with the way these things skittered along the floor, and the way they snapped their pincers at him—or more likely at his container of jiaozi, but it still felt like they were snapping at him? Kaifeng’s nerves were distinctly all a-jitter.
A few of the kosopods followed Kaifeng’s lead, mistaking the box Elsa had set up on the floor for the source of the jiaozi because Kaifeng kept moving the container. One of them, though, stayed out on the floor, looking up at Kaifeng with intensity and purpose. It twitched its prickly tail. Clicked its pincers and its hungry maw.
“……Muri? With the incense? Pretty please?”
This would’ve been a lot easier if Kaifeng’s magic could’ve, like, bound the kosopods in place without harming them or something.As Kaifeng spoke, the box-top lost its fight with the pair of kosopods, lolling up and then off the shelf. The bug-things themselves came skittering out in kind, flailing their little legs in a way that looked the way that a hysterical drag queen’s cry of “I feel very attacked!” sounded.
“Coming!” Murikabushi called back to Kaifeng. He moved carefully chasing behind the kosopods with the incense burner as they flailed their way off the shelf (landing safely, or at least it looked that way), then as they skittered away from the smell of it. “Keep the jiaozi where they can smell it!”
Between Murikabushi scaring these two and the one bothering Kaifeng with the incense, and Kaifeng luring them with the dumplings, they’d get this cleaned up in no time. Those three quickly wound up inside the box, prompting Kaifeng to sigh in relief—which Murikabushi understood, he really did. But as he moved away from the box again, he still motioned for Kaifeng to follow his lead and keep the jiaozi lure ready while Muri got more of the bug-things herded toward the capture-box.
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Noir Songbird rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2024 6:26 pm
Elsa inhaled, and immediately wished he hadn't done that, because the strange, sharp taste of the incense smoke in his mouth made him cough. He could see why it worked to repel the kosopods--it reminded him of very intense citronella. Sort of.
"Looks like they're cooperating," he said, and he eyed their little group of air vent friends. A few hadn't quite started scurrying over, and Elsa was suddenly very glad for his gloves, because it made it rather easy to pick one up, gently tossing it in the direction of the box, and nudge another two that way. Once they smelled either the dumplings or the incense, they seemed to get the idea of where they needed to go, and off they were into the box with their fellows. That, then, was almost all of their little friends.The incense worked. As he'd been certain it would. Helene felt a brief moment of relief--there had been a chance, however small, that its potency was deadened by the passage of time or perhaps by being exposed to air in a damaged box. But there were still a few near him, even if most of the rest were well and taken care of; Helene smiled, wryly, and simply flipped them over with his sandals, and gently tapped the center of their underbellies. That stilled the creatures, and even though one was quite large, it was still easy enough to carefully scoop them up and carry them over to the box.
Delicately, he tipped it over with his foot and set the last two kosopods in, legs down so they didn't get stranded on their backs, and then closed the lid of the box.
"It seems this room is clear," he said. "Any stragglers would have been driven out by the incense or drawn in by the dumplings."
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2024 8:52 pm
Quote: Prompt 4: Once the Kosopods have been defeated, you can take a moment to breathe. It sounds like things have calmed down outside in the large room that you arrived in. You can look around the area if you like (and if you sent anything in to find or examine, you can identify it now. It may be possible to steal small items from Almadel if you have sent in for approval). This post can be considered an exit or you can continue roleplaying until you are ready to leave. You can rejoin the closing post of the ORP when it is announced! This should be on Friday the 28th. While you do not need to have this RP finished at the time of the close, please try to close this RP promptly! You must write 500 words in this RP to be eligible for the prize!
Much more settled, he went right to Helene’s side. As though they were entirely alone, Kaifeng hugged his zhiyin, arms twining around Helene’s waist as he pressed up to Helene’s side. “I’m glad we could get them rounded up without hurting them,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to Helene’s shoulder. “I’m……not entirely sure what we should do with them now, though? Leaving them alone here seems like it might just restart the problem.”“I noticed some of the Velencians hanging around in the main room,” Muri said, looking around the pacified, kosopod-free boxes for something he could use to put out the incense sticks. Dirt or sand inside of a container or whatever he could get his hands on. If push shoved, then he could simply use his water bottle, but he preferred to avoid that. “Granted, I am not the most knowledgeable source on the Velencians, but I’d trust them with the kosopods?”
As he searched through the boxes on Almadel’s shelves, Murikabushi heard the confused sound from Kaifeng. Fair enough, really, so he explained, “I don’t really know what the Velencians’ deal is, exactly? I know that they’re aliens, but not long survivors like Helene, Daedalus, Grieve, Madriu, and the others. They’ve been on Earth for a few years. Longer than I’ve been Awakened for sure. Kerberos is friendly with some guys who are, like, leader figures for their group, I think?”
And part of this whole story was……not so great. Muri needed a deep breath before he could really take on the task of saying it all: “Again, I’m not super-clear on all the details here? But some stuff got messed up a thousand years ago and their senshi never got Awakened. He is a long survivor and I have no idea what he was doing for a thousand years, but given how most long surviving senshi stories go, I’m going to guess it involved Chaos and suffering. Some people want to kill him because they think he’ll be reborn in a way where his people can have their senshi. He, obviously, doesn’t want to die. Oh, and his ex-best friend? Possibly still current best friend? I don’t know, it’s complicated? Somebody he’s really close to is the one who’s heading up the efforts to try and kill him.”
Which would’ve made for an amazing prestige drama series, honestly, but Murikabushi found it was much more difficult to be as enthused about the story in real life. Out here in the real world, the fate of an entire people hung in the balance. Neither of the potential solutions guaranteed that it would fix anything for anybody—like, what if Caedus didn’t get reborn for some reason? where would his people wind up then?—so there were ultimately no clear answers to any of the presented predicaments. Instead, there were just a lot of people who didn’t know everything that they needed to know in order to make a judgment call about the situation getting extremely riled up about alien politics where one major player wanted to dead-a** murder his best friend because he’d been ordered to do so, but the other major player wanted to condemn their entire people to (probably) the same kind of slow degradation and falling apart that had plagued and doomed so many of the old senshi homeworlds.
Frankly, what he knew made Murikabushi suspect that what the Velencians really needed was a guillotine and their own answer to the Jacobin Club so they could overthrow their Commander, their would-be senshi, and their shady-a** council or whatever the ******** they called their old blue blood ruling nobility. But advocating violent alien revolution against what sure seemed to Muri like a fundamentally corrupt power structure sounded like a good way to get himself a lecture from Kerberos about Why Guillotines Are Not Acceptable Solutions. He would’ve deserved it, too, and he knew that. In fairness, Murikabushi didn’t know nearly enough to be making any kind of judgment calls here, either.
………Also, what he did know of Velencians didn’t suggest that they would actually be down for violent revolution and guillotines and committing citizens’ executions while some ******** was in the bath like they were on some Charlotte Corday s**t. Still, Muri liked the sound of alien revolution. He would’ve watched a prestige drama about that, too.
“So, anyway, all that background is obviously a hot damn mess,” Murikabushi said with a sigh, finally finding a small container of what looked like sand. As he poured some into the incense burner, he really hoped this wasn’t super valuable or totally irreplaceable or anything. “But whenever I’ve met Velencians before, it’s been without either of their leader-guys. When I’ve run into them, they’ve always been kind, peaceful, non-judgmental. A lot of them seem like scientists and researchers? Plus, they have much more current space-knowledge than any of the rest of us. They might know what to do with the kosopods so they can exist happily and not destroy Almadel’s museum?”
Looking to Elsa, Kaifeng, and Helene, he shrugged by way of indicating that he was done talking now and opened the floor up for discussion about what to do with the box of kosopods. He kept listening, expecting some insightful opinions or at least interesting ones out of the others. But he did need to dig in his subspace for something: first, a quartet of Mirrorscape crystals (two were the unique ones that Muri had only ever found on his own realm, the ones that grew black roses, and Muri threw in a green and a gray one to go with them); and second, a notepad that he could scribble on and a pen.
The note he left behind with the Mirrorscape crystals was (by Murikabushi’s standards) short and sweet:Quote: Almadel,
I found an incense burner pretty undeniably from my homeworld. Some friends and I borrowed it and some old incense sticks to corral the kosopods in this room. Now, I’m taking the incense burner back where it belongs (i.e., Murikabushi the world).
(I’m going there pretty regularly now. Not a Dark Mirror senshi anymore. Long story, and honestly, really very boring.)
Anyway, Mirrorscape crystals included as payment since I was going to use them to barter with you this year anyway. ♡, Murikabushi.
“If they won’t harm the kosopods, then I would trust them with the ones we caught,” Kaifeng decided, still very much glued to Helene’s side and speaking in a hopeful tone. “That’s the biggest thing for me? I just… They aren’t trying to hurt anybody or cause problems, y’know? They’re just hungry and they don’t entirely know what’s going on. It’s not their fault that they end up in places where other beings don’t want them to be, they don’t really understand the universe like that.”
And like Xingyi-ge’s silk-moths, didn’t the kosopods deserve to live their lives without being harmed for the alleged “crime” of just existing?
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