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 Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 6:37 pm
His own, for now, seemed to decide to depart. He was sure his clone would be back, as he watched his own flee, and how sorely he was tempted to follow after it and cut it down. He didn't give chase though as he turned, in a swirl of fabric, to the blond senshi who was recovering from her own attack being used on her.
For the moment he'd let the knight handle the single remaining shade. His attention was rather on the senshi who looked deathly pale/ In a single moment his mind was made up and his weapon vanished, as easily as it had turned up in his hand, and had been summoned from the ground to his hand, and approached the senshi of lust. Offering a gloved hand to help her to her feet properly.
"For tonight I am not your enemy, and any other encounter where these shades are involved. They need to be dealt with, and swiftly, before they become more of a threat to us and to the civilian populace." He explained; because being this nice was not normal for him when regard to those of the white moon. But he was in this war, fought as hard as he did, for the protection of the civilian populace as he'd always said if asked. His reason, the driving forces behind him, were genuine and sincere - they were pure.
"You should rest after this." That attack was not something to take lightly, as he personally knew, she would need some rest no doubt.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 7:15 am
Ganymede had not yet managed to climb back onto her feet when Benitoite came over, though she was making a valiant effort of rising steadily. Whatever grace she normally maintained as a result of her extensive dance training was little match for what had been done to her, and she rose slowly on weak knees and shaking limbs. Benitoite's approach did not go unnoticed, though in her worry for Val she found it difficult to split her attention between the two.
The hand being extended to her, however, brought her attention solely on Benitoite, even as Valhalla continued in his attempts to beat her clone off.
She did not know that she could trust the General. He'd certainly given her very little reason to before, and after his actions against Maia and Valhalla at the attack on the carnival early that summer, Ganymede was no longer of a mind to think kindly. The General was as blind and foolish as the rest of his Negaverse companions, but he was also violent and (in her view) cruel. He'd struck too close to home the last time they'd crossed paths. If she were in any better state, and if there weren't the pressing business of the clones to deal with, she'd have immediately used her attack on him upon seeing him so close to her instead of taking his hand.
Ganymede did so reluctantly, grasping Benitoite's hand briefly to accept the assistance onto her feet, but once she'd successfully risen she quickly released her grip and stumbled a few cautious steps back.
“Don't think this means I trust you at all,” she said, though the comment did not come out quite as harshly as she'd intended, as she was still a bit short of breath.
Meanwhile, Ganymede's clone, the last remaining, barely managed to dodge Valhalla's fist as it came threateningly close to her face. The clone's expression took on a look of annoyance, grayed-out full lips twisting into deep frown, dull eyes narrowing in frustration. She seemed to reconsider her actions, glancing around quickly to note that her two clone companions had already fled, pitting her against three on her own. She made a low noise of dissatisfaction before flicking in and out of sight, leaving Valhalla to quickly appear near Ganymede and Benitoite.
The clone's frown slid into another small grin as she repeated, “You'll die,” in a chipper but threatening voice followed by the grating sound of her giggling. Then she lifted a hand to wiggle her fingers in a brief wave, turned on her heel, and flickered back out of sight.
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