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 Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 2:13 pm
"Not all of us." Us, not you. "Just -- some of us, I don't know who all." Miriam rubbed her forehead like she was struggling with a severe headache on top of everything else. She didn't touch the Advil yet, though. "Me, Helios -- Sailor Pegasus, is what he's calling himself now -- err, her -- well. Helios and I were men when we knew each other," she said shortly. "Now we aren't. The Zodiac Soldiers. Then there's Astraea, she used to be called Luna; then there's Charonite and Beryl. I think that's all." She looked like she was about to say something else, and then she glanced away and said nothing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 2:48 pm
Well, that made him feel... actually strangely better. Being Senshi felt like enough work without worrying that he was supposed to live up to a dead person. Besides, if the trend held... he was pretty much content to admire girls, in spite of his games he never wanted to -be- one.
"...That must be pretty nuts. I don't envy any of you." He admitted, though he couldn't quite seem to decide if he should raise his eyebrows in curiosity or scowl, and the settled sort of half way in between, latching on to her hesitation like a rottweiler on the mailman. "If it's a secret, don't tell me but if it's not... don't hold out on me or I'll never offer to light your Barbecue when you're out of matches."
This of course presumed that Kunzite used the Barbecue, and that Claws of the Lion would actually last long enough to do more than make a little charcoal smoke.
Really though? PEGASUS?? The girl who'd bolted the first night he'd henshined up?
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 7:43 pm
A mom with two toddlers walked across the mall floor outside the shop. Miriam looked up to see if they were potential customers, watched them stop by the store window and admire a few of the more glitzy products, and then continue on their way. She looked relieved. Customer service was probably not her strong point. "Normally I operate the engraving machine," she said, "but my coworker's out today so I'm manning the counter. Charlie Boyle. Sailor Thuban. He's one of you, a Lunar." She cocked her head a little at Jaimie. "Do you know him?"
His comment about the secret, whatever it was, she had completely and entirely ignored. As though she hadn't heard it.
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