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"I read it ages ago, but the only version I've watched was one of the really old black and white ones." He admitted. "Sounds like an interesting game, definitely different than smacking people in green paint with boffer weapons."

That was what they were called, right? Boffers?

"Congrats on being a senior, looking forward to getting out there?" He added, grinning slightly. He knew what that felt like, he'd had to find his own place and a job, and he was still figuring out if he should reopen the lines of communication with his family. There'd been a couple voice mails... he'd deleted them impulsively, and an email (also deleted), but otherwise things were in an uncomfortable limbo. He hoped better for her. She was... nice.

"Daytime Larp or nighttime larp?" He added, curiously. He'd been cruising more around the theater area, but if there was a LARP in the park, especially at night, it wouldn't be a bad idea to try and make sure it was being watched against intrusion.

"Sounds like a real pain in the a**." He sympathized, though he was a little jealous. Must be nice when that sort of thing was more part of your extracurricular actives. "I'm sure you'll figure something out. I mean hell, even if you get back and end up in a job you don't like, it's not like you're stuck at it forever. There's still plenty of time to sort things out. But yeah... if I were gonna go in for that sort of thing I think I'd have to go with the Gypsy political thing. Magical battles really aren't all they're cracked up to be."

Mostly because once you stopped hitting buttons on a game and started actually throwing spells it pretty much felt like regular old war.

She seemed to be feeling better anyway, which he definitely counted as a plus. Score one for the Lion King. Plus she wasn't too bad to talk to, which kinda made him wish he'd met her as a civilian, but 'if wishes were horses' and all that jazz.

((OOC: Old nursery rhyme: If Wishes were horses, beggars would ride, if turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side."))

"Um, normal with a healthy dash of insanity." He offered, trying to think of the best way to explain it. "I mean...." Crap... how much could he explain? "...I guess it's sorta like finding out you were adopted. "Oh Hi. You thought you were normal? Actually you're from space. And by the way you're magical. And at war. And you COULD walk away, but can you really, cause then you'll always wonder if you could have saved lived or something."

He debated, afraid that telling her too much would be dangerous.

"There's these books that they're translating, The Twelve Kingdoms. They're from Japan, not space..." He kind of wondered if the author had ever met a Senshi, some parts of it felt so similar.

"It's about this girl, who lives in the normal world, then she gets drawn into a magical one and she finds out she's really from THERE, she just thought she was human, and even though she had a real family on the 'normal' side, it's only because of the way their magic interacted with our world, and on the other side, her family wouldn't even recognize her..."

It was heavy and he wasn't sure she was looking for heavy. "Most of us are teenagers and we go out every night and we don't know if we're going home, but if we don't go, people can die." He summarized, looking apologetic for going so serious.

"And the only clue that we have that we're doing the right thing is that the other guys will kill humans to get power, and we don't... didn't....most of us don't... ********. It used to be pretty simple. Now you need a goddamn flow chart." He picked up a piece of broken chandelier and threw it into the midst of it's fallen main body.

"And we still didn't see this coming." He added, angry and apologetic.

"...." he paused for a minute or two, before pulling himself to his feet. "...I guess it counts as a small positive that I get to visit a planet with two suns and no night." This was a small platitude, he was trying to get the derailed train back off the emotional mine field.

"...Sorry. You didn't need an earful of emo crap." She already had a major headache. She couldn't just pop home.

"Regulus is a desert, and there's... well... nothing left. It's just ruins." He admitted. "My uh, Ex tried doing some filming for a while but I think she stopped. I haven't asked."

It seemed like a better idea not to film at this point, fake videos were too easy to make.

"I think the public would rather both sides go away at this point, and I really can't blame them. I mean if I were just a civilian, I'd be pretty pissed I couldn't go out at night without wondering if some magical moron in a costume was going to jump out and make me wish I'd only run into a mugger. ....That and uh....accidentally blew up a car once....." He grimaced, clearly sympathetic. "....I mean a giant monster ate most of it first..."

"Honestly... at that point it was sorta hard to tell." He grimaced at the mention of the Chupacabra-monster. "God I hate Youma, they're freaking creepy." He admitted, though at least they weren't human. You didn't feel bad about hitting a Youma the way you felt bad about hitting someone like that girl with the blue hair on his first night. The one who'd cried.

"Yeah... aside from having to wash chunks of exploded and gas broiled slime monster out of my hair, I really kinda had to wonder how that insurance call went. 'No really... this giant slime monster ate half my car, then this stupid kid blew them both up. I swear! No I'm not on any medications!" He mocked the phonecall to his hand, held up in the shape of a pretend phone.

"What do you want me to do as far as cleanup?" he asked, as a side thought. "You're in charge, Happy Space Homemaker."

The Nickname was a gamble, he really hoped she didn't take massive offense, but he was trying to be funny.

"Yeah, yeah that would pretty much suck." And given some of the personality clashes floating around, he wouldn't be the least bit surprised if someone did end up knocked on their a** in a pile of broken glass. "I should try and find out where the heck they want all these pieces to go." He noted. "Unless someone out there's a glass smith and we can find tools, most of this is pretty much trashed."

"Ha, yeah kinda, only I haven't heard Leo sing, or... well. stalk people who can break glass with their voice." Regulus chuckled. "I'll see if I can get the movable bits over to one side for now, I'll ask Leo if there's someplace he wants them to go." He offered. Bit of an up side to the whole 'Senshi' thing, the power boost would make it a bit easier for him to haul things over to the side. If they got a couple senshi in here, they could probably even get the chandelier out of the way.