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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:50 am
“Apologies, I find there is never a good time to talk about such things.” He admitted and shook his head quietly. “The tea is green tea with jasmine.” He offered a small nod. “It’s quite good for you as well as being tasty.” He raised his cup in a small salute.
“…I’m afraid it’s one of the lighter conversations I could offer as well.” He looked regretful. “I could speak of the nature of star seeds, how they look how very different yours would be from a civilian. It’s a strange thing to know that, but there are stranger things in this world.” He took a sip from his teacup and exhaled slowly, a long sigh.
“Perhaps that is my trouble with senshi, it seems that you gain your power too easily, power without cost is… dangerous. But since I doubt any of you knows what it feels like to be promoted, I’m sure you could say the same of us.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:06 pm
"I've never seen a starseed from... from a normal person," Euanthe admitted as she mirrored his salute. Really what she was admitting was that she didn't know regular people even had starseeds. The nature of the process by which Chaos could be infused into a regular person was entirely a mystery. Euanthe had assumed that only Senshi had starseeds, since the matter of reincarnation had been explained to her. But then again, it made sense... "Well," she said, "honestly I've never seen a starseed at all. I would rather I never did."
She ended with a little bit of sharpness in her tone, but did her best to keep her expression even. It was bad business there, she knew that. It seemed there was no steering the conversation away from this, but then again... they were in uniform, so to speak. Tea and cookies aside, there was something of the notion of a professional transaction about this.
"I don't presume to know what it's like to be, um, promoted. Or to be brought into the Negaverse in general. Given what I have heard, you must pay a very high price. And that... is really very saddening." She pressed her hands tightly around the form of the paper cup, warming her palms and staring long and hard into the tea. "But I do believe that no power is without cost. I think maybe that it's just sometimes the price is more easy to recognize." Even as she spoke those words Euanthe could feel a chill run through her. She had not yet considered what it was that she, Linnea, had exchanged for this. It was not something she had asked for, but it was something she had accepted.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:31 pm
“I’m afraid I have.” He admitted, his eyes tired and distant. “And I’ve killed my share of those trying to kill me, so I’ve seen both. We used to operate under a more brutal sort of rules.” He held up a hand with pinched fingers to show you a rough size. “A human star seed is roughly…yay big, if I could show you mine it would look similar, or would have.” He added with a small frown and a sideways look. “They have a sort of subtle warm glow, like holding a candle. A Senshi’s though, they radiate; they make your whole hand tingle, an eerie sensation, you would never mistake one for the other. Now you know, and now you never need to see one.”
He shook his head and ran a thumb over the edge of his teacup, some small unconscious gesture. “I do believe power can come without a cost, but I think you would be correct if you consider that power that comes without cost to speak of at the start… will in turn draw a cost. Not always but often.”
He gave a small laugh. “It seems I can’t stay away from dark topics, too long as part of this I suppose, have you other thoughts that might be lighter?”
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:00 pm
What grave matters Zinkenite had experienced already. This is war, she had to remind herself. This is war, though I haven't seen even the smallest fraction of it. She did not want to examine what it meant for Zinkenite to have such an intimate knowledge of the different kinds of starseeds. It would have made the whole tea party uncomfortable if she had.
"Now I never need see one," she murmured. It was a prayer.
Anything to take Zinkenite's mind off the horrible realities of this ongoing fight would be preferable, but what? It was hard to discuss things like hobbies and occupations without getting too personal and thereby revealing something potentially dangerous.
"That's tough," Euanthe with a quiet laugh. "This whole city is so wrapped up in this war, it's hard to even discuss anything else. Alright, how about this? No names, obviously, but- Been seeing anyone lately? A guy like you can't have a hard time finding someone to wile away the hours with."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:27 pm
He tilted his head back in a laugh, surprisingly shocked sounding and yet warm. “You could say that I am, though I’m afraid I must put my ah, professional life first and foremost, for the greater good, though we see each other often enough. I’m afraid I am not the most ‘romantic’ soul.” He looked amused at the idea.
“What about you? You’re personable and kind, there must be someone who you have a fancy for, or whom has taken a fancy to you!”
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:59 pm
Euanthe blinked, his response was quite far from what she'd expected. The warmth, specifically, was unexpected. It made her smile. There was more to this than just what he'd said... but it was not something Euanthe would ever know. That was fine.
"Fancy, eh?" She nibbled on a cookie, smirking wickedly. "I'll fancy a cute one when I see him. But I think we're the same this way, life before love." Then she turned away, folding her hands in her lap.
"And everything grows stale in the end," she said with a grimace. "It's not worth dropping anything for."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 3:18 pm
“It’s not the stale that worries me.” He replied rubbing the rim of his cup again, scratching at it with a fingernail. “Order says it fights for love, I can’t think of a more terrifying cause. It tears people apart, breaks them down and makes them into desperate things, drowning themselves when they can’t escape the feeling, but the one they loved leaves. I could live with stale…stale would at least be a numbness.”
He gave a small shrug. “Love happens, it’s like an accident waiting to happen, how you deal with that feeling is another matter all together. If you find it I wish you joy in it rather than passion.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 3:56 pm
"Yikes," she said, eyebrows raised. "You talk like you've been burned pretty badly. But you're still giving it a shot anyway? Admirable. Whoever they are, they must really be worth it."
Euanthe had long ago decided she would rather not find love at all. A little fun was fine. But not love. It was sort of a silly decision to make as a 10-or-so-year-old, it was something puberty-driven and stupid. But she'd seen enough equally hormonal and stupid drama from friends, their crushes, their not-boyfriends, their sometimes-boyfriends, their unfaithful boyfriends, and their jealous "best friends" in the years since then and come to believe that maybe her 10-year-old self wasn't so dumb after all.
Her parents didn't help. But they were as they were, and Lene couldn't bear to lay blame on them.
"I appreciate that," she said. What was more concerning to her right now was that she had really put a dent in those cookies and there were only 3 left. Not the cookies! "I hope the same for you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:05 pm
“No, not me…” He shook his head. “Not me, I’ve just seen it.” It was close enough to true that it wouldn’t ring of a lie. He had seen it, not in a friend but in his family. In everything else he considered himself to have done the burning, for better or worse. Sometimes you had to walk away, it was the only safe thing to do.
“Here.” He pushed the last few cookies towards her. “Wrap them up, take them with you. I think we shouldn’t linger much longer, not this meeting at any rate.” He lifted his head to watch lingering lights flip off in an distant office building. Someone else, some civilian burning the midnight oil as they were, going home to whatever and whoever awaited them.
“If we meet again, when we meet again I will try not to be so dark.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:59 pm
"Thank you," said Euanthe. She gathered up the cookies in their wrapping and folded it neatly. She would not say anything to his last remark on love. Nothing needed to be said. It was a truth needing no disputing.
"You're right about that. How unfortunate to have to cut it short this way." Holding the cookies in one hand she stood (carefully, she was in a very short skirt after all) and dusted off the backs of her legs. This had been a very fortuitous meeting, there was no guarantee that they'd cross paths again. Destiny City wasn't the biggest city in the world, but it was big enough, even considering her and Zinkenite's... "special circumstances." Never the less...
"When. When we meet again." The girl smiled softly, clutching her hands together in front of her with the cookies between them. "I'll expect you to stick to that! And to take all the pressure off you I promise to think up some conversation starters that have less to do with death in the meantime." Then she winked and turned on her heel, waving over her shoulder to him.
"Till next time, o' enemy mine!"
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