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 Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 2:55 pm
At this gesture Miriam sat bolt upright frozen and stared at some point beyond Rea, coloring a little: it didn't seem like either Miriam Jacobs or Captain Kunzite had any experience with handling this sort of situation. Least of all from Rea Marshall or Helios. She opened her mouth, and then shut it, and opened her mouth and then shut it again, and pursed her lips in a very serious expression.
"Do that," she said after a while in a slightly squeezed-tight voice. "I'll see what can be done on my part. I'll speak to Captain Aries. I'll --" She looked like she was at a loss for what could be done on her part, and it made her agitated. "Helios. If this woman is our Small Lady, Prince Endymion's heir to the Golden Kingdom."
She stared past her more, worrying the edge of her sleeve between her fingers. The color in her cheeks hadn't gone away yet, but she just looked more frozen than ever.
"What on earth are we going to do?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 4:25 pm
Miriam's expression reminded her kind of like a fish out of water, opening and closing like that. Perhaps it had been a bad idea after all. It had not calmed the Captain of the Cavaliers down in the least -- in fact, it seemed to have distressed her more. Not to mention the arrow on the awkward-meter had now sprung up into the 'danger' zone. Oops. Although she made perfectly sure she didn't blush, Rea could feel the tension tangibly. She fought down the urge to fidget.
"I think it would be wise to have Captain Aries assistance in this matter. If this new threat took care of Chronos, Aries and Gemini without injury, I'd imagine all parties would benefit from cooperation. Although I'm not sure how well she'll respond... she was always a lot like you, in that regard."
For a few moments the silence reigned supreme again, (was that a cricket chirping? Or the librarian hissing warnings at them about PDA...) only broken after the brunette spoke up once more, Rea's expression tightened a little. Her fingertips had begun to turn white where she was digging them into the top of the library table, and the usually calm, comforting presence in her mind was fluttering a little, like a bird in distress. "If she is corrupt and is a threat, as she seems to be..." she started, slowly, as if barely able to force the words from her lips, "...We will defeat her as we have done to all those who declare war on the White Court."
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:34 pm
In response Miriam made her own gesture of comfort, but hers was a bit more familiar: she reached across the table and clapped Rea on the shoulder, staring into her eyes with that same serious, unmistakeable message of pull yourself together. She was still a little pink around the cheekbones, but mention of the Small Lady and the White Court seemed to have pulled her out of her own social awkwardness and the peculiar sort of awkwardness unique to Miriam Jacobs and Rea Marshall at the moment and back to business. In the days of the Golden Imperium this had never been an issue between them. Of course, in the days of the Golden Imperium there had rarely been more than ten words exchanged between them at a time. Things were different now. As Kunzite could not seem to stop repeating, they were the only ones left.
"We need to be sure this is her," she said. "Would you know her if you saw her? If so you and I," there was no question of the 'and I' there because after all, what else was a Captain of the Guard for?, "need to go looking. We can bring Aries with us if we must. It's a pity I don't have a partner." The fact that she could get a new partner was generally not brought up to Captain Kunzite, who was notoriously stubborn on the matter. "We need to find out where they've been seen -- we need to speak to your mad mirror queen again," she sounded less than happy about the prospect, "for all the good it might do us."
Their faces were inches apart again. Miriam laid her other hand on Rea's other shoulder for emphasis. "We can't let the Lunars do this first, Helios."
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 8:30 pm
The librarian across the room seemed about ready to have a fit, already half out of her seat, as if ready for something inappropriate to happen. Rea, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed by the closeness. The hand on her shoulder seemed more effective than her own gesture of comfort, the one pressed against the table relaxing a bit, color seeping back into her fingertips.
"I am confident I would recognize her," she replied. Nehelenia apparently had, there was no way she could not. If it really was her, she would know right away.
No argument came as to whether or not Miriam would be accompanying her -- there could be no arguing with Kunzite -- and Rea's silence breached further into the partner comment, ignoring it completely. In fact, she didn't even blink as the brunette told (not suggested to) her that they find Nehelenia again, not stirring until that other hand came to rest on her shoulder.
Helios was nearly always complacent. Rea, however, was not always so giving when it came to orders and reasons. Teal eyes flickered a bit with the weight of those hands on her shoulders, so delicate for the force behind them, and she reached up to grasp one of Miriam's wrist with one palm.
"Why Kunzite? Why can't we let the Lunars do this first?"
She had her own reasons. But her reasons were not the Captain's -- Chronos' crystal was none of her concern. Neither was Nehelenia's. Kunzite's intensity was as intriguing as it was startling.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 3:33 pm
Miriam's grip tightened on Rea's shoulders for a moment, almost painfully, and she broke eye contact with her, bowing her head.
"We can't let her be executed," she said in a very quiet voice, not quite a whisper but much lower than her normal tone. "I don't know if the Lunars would. I know even less of your mad queen. And I know what Beryl would do to her if she thought her a challenge to her pretender's claim. We can't let that happen. You know we can't let that happen. Not if she's the Prince's flesh and blood. Not if she's to become the Lady of Elysium."
She took a deep breath, glaring almost at the tabletop, and composed herself. It was rare that Kunzite had ever advocated mercy over justice, but then again, it wasn't justice that was the paramount concern for the Captain of the Cavaliers -- it was duty. And he had more of a duty to Endymion's daughter than he did to Princess Chronos or Queen Nehelenia. "And we can't let them fail, either," she said. "I can't imagine any end but devastation coming of the power of multiple Crystals, corrupted. The Golden and the Silver alone were already the greatest forces in our world, legendary." This sounded a little hapless: were, as if this had been a long-ago, simpler time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 12:02 am
Rea didn't flinch from Miriam's grasp, listening -- if she seemed surprised by the brunette's answer, she didn't show it. Her expression remained unchanged throughout, although there was a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth at the words 'mad queen,' and she looked thoughtful at Beryl's mention, but it was gone within a moment, as if it had never occurred.
"Nehelenia will kill her. Of that I have little doubt. If she stole her crystal, I cannot imagine her treating this act with any sort of kindness," she replied levelly, obviously having taken Kunzite's 'order' to heart. The distress was there, but Helios had hid it away behind the cool veil he had always operated under. "The question is, will we kill her?"
A tremor overtook Rea's body, shaking her from her shoulders downward, her hands quivering a bit before settling. "If we kill her, she will not return. She is not like us in that regard -- when we die, we have a chance at redemption. She does not have that chance. Her future, in a very literal sense, is gone. If she dies, her starseed does not return to the cauldron, it will crumble to ash, into nothingness. She will never exist again." Helios was shaking visibly again, but within a few minutes she had calmed once more, resolve in her eyes. Pained resolve, but resolve none the less. Her voice dropped lower, almost inaudible. "If we cannot save her, if she and that wizard use those crystals for whatever destructive power they can conjure... will we kill her?"
This was the sort of thing she expected from Kunzite. Then again, perhaps it wasn't so surprising, when taken in the right context. They had their reasons, it seemed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 8:12 am
Miriam's back straightened: she had taken courage in something, or else perhaps pulled herself together to face a new foe. She let go of Rea's shoulders and settled back in her chair as if at attention, with her chin somewhat defiantly in the air. "That's not an option," she said a bit tightly. "We'll save her. Don't even think about that. Don't even think about that instance. A person can't have no future," she added with a frown, "that doesn't make any sense. Scientists have disproven that kind of time travel countless times. It's most likely a splitting-timelines sort of thing, in which case it doesn't matter." AP Physics apparently had gone over well with Miriam. "But it doesn't matter anyway. We're not going to fail."
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 3:38 pm
The strawberry blonde girl raised an eyebrow just slightly at her conversationalist, folding both of her hands together as the girl leaned back in her chair, altogether fitting the part of the soldier she had been awakened to. Had they not been introduced, (Rea bristled a little at the memory,) she might have been suspicious of such a perfect candidate, given enough time. The brunette's fervency and repetition that they would not fail a little endearing to the Dream Priest -- even the denial that it be possible for a future to cease to exist all but echoed an older, paler Kunzite.
She would have loved to have seen what Sailor Pluto had to say on Miriam's theories on time travel.
Smoothing her fingers over the pages of the book long forgotten, the senshi of dreams looked down at the Inferno, closing it gently, the corners of Rea's lips curled a little in a subtle smile. "Your reassurance is comforting," came the reply, and she pushed her chair out a little, the sound of the wood scraping on the floor earning her a loud 'SHHH' from the obviously-annoyed librarian. A pause, some shuffling of books before she spoke again, her voice thoughtfully hesitant. "Thank you." Gathering the rest of her belongings, she hoisted her book bag over her shoulder, waiting until she was just about to pass the brunette before glancing up at her, eyes formal.
"Until next time, Captain?"
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