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 Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2025 5:57 pm
Another uneventful patrol found Sailor Tempesti wandering through one of the larger parks in her neighborhood with her nosy wisp companion in tow. She’d all but given up on figuring out what the strange little being wanted, it didn’t seem hostile and didn’t carry a Chaotic energy signature so that was enough for her to give it the benefit of the doubt. Besides, it wasn’t bad company and its antics were a good evening’s entertainment during slower times. A raccoon skittered past, throwing a suspicious look at the senshi and the lavender entity as it hauled a surprisingly full fast food bag past them and into a nearby hedge that ensured that it wouldn’t have to share its bounty with the newcomers. Laughing softly, Tempesti continued her patrol. Minutes passed in a warm quiet, the only energy she felt was a strengthening Order presence. Passing through a lightly wooded space, she scanned the area on the off chance that she could catch a glimpse of whoever was nearby.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2025 4:53 pm
The sound was more notable than the energy signature–signatures, because a youma energy flared right next to the Eternal Senshi’s. The nearer she got, the louder the scuffle. Leaves rustled. A branch snapped. Something was croaking low, bellowing.
“Give me a minute!”
Alastor felt her energy signature well before he saw her, and it was hardly pride that required him to announce that he did not need help.
On the contrary, he was enjoying himself, but the people of Earth didn’t enjoy a good fight like the people of Alastor, so he needed to make it clear that he did not need help.
The youma was two heads taller than him, with a long neck and long limbs, and a face like a crocodile that was currently trying to snap his head off. The youma’s tail might once have been functioning but now it dangled limply, like all the bones in it had broken. It stood like a man, but its feet looked like they should belong to a velociraptor, and its fingers were long and bony and very broken.
Alastor wrestled with the youma, palm to palm and fingers laced in a test of strength it was losing. It pushed forward but could make no ground, so reared its long snout back and tried to slam it down atop Alastor’s head, but the movement was enough that it lost its balance.
It stumbled backwards, tripping over its own tail, and Alastor had the opening he needed. He pushed it forward, building up momentum, and slammed it full force into a tree while it still scrambled to find purchase.
The youma exploded into a haze of black dust in an instant, leaving only Alastor there, panting. His hair was messy and his face was flushed but he bore no obvious injuries.
And, more than that, his eyes sparkled as he stood upright while brushing his hands off on the fabric of his pants.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2025 10:59 am
It had never been in Sailor Tempesti’s nature to withhold aid when the situation dictated, but the other senshi clearly had an aptitude for combat that was entirely lost on her. She couldn’t help but recognize that if she attempted to intervene she would be more of an inconvenience than a help, so she lingered somewhat awkwardly just beyond the edge of the fray. The ferocious dexterity with which he dispatched the youma was awe-inspiring and unsettling in equal measure. “That was…impressive,” the compliment was sincere, despite the foreign and slightly unnerving joy he took in battle. Whether or not Tempesti would ever be able to share that enthusiasm for fighting, she admired his skill and could even admit to a little bit of envy at the easy confidence with which he moved. “Are you alright?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2025 6:53 pm
“Very good, thank you,” he answered brightly. He flashed her a quick smile but made quick work of wiping his sleeve across his forehead, and then he undid his hair, smoothed his fingers through it, and began to tie it up again.
“It was a good fight. I wish it’d lasted a bit longer, but I suppose it’s best to just be glad it’s one less youma to worry about. I hope you won’t think me selfish for hogging the fight. I needed to burn off a little energy.”
Looking a little more presentable now, he crossed the distance between her and offered his hand. “I’m Alastor, nice to meet you.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2025 7:29 pm
Now that he was no longer grappling a disgruntled youma, Tempesti was able to fully appreciate the beautifully meticulous details of the stranger’s fuku. It was surprising that someone who so clearly relished what thrills battle could bring him would be stuck wearing something that looked so confining. For what felt like the thousandth time she found herself wondering if the Galaxy Cauldron had some not quite mean sense of humor. “Don’t worry about me, I could tell that you had that fellow handled.” The senshi decided to omit her own generally conflicted feelings about fighting. After all, it wasn’t like they prevented her from addressing threats as she found them. Taking his hand with a warm smile she replied, “Tempesti, nice to meet you too.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2025 11:40 pm
Alastor laughed, light but not reserved. He shook her hand, glad that Earth and Alastor had so many familiar customs so he did not have to consider which to use.
“Have you seen too many of them out tonight? There have been a few in the area over the last week.” He didn’t say ‘that one was my favorite’ because he guessed by Tempesti’s tempered response that she might not have thought any battle deserved to be favored.
That was okay. He understood.
One of Alastor’s customs that did not translate so well to Earth.
“I’ve started to wonder if there’s something going on around here that they might be interested in,” he shared, but tilted his head slightly to the side to inquire if Tempesti might have observed anything of the kind.
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