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Schörl took the moment of the cat's distraction to casually reach over and across the dancer's shoulders. It could be companionable, supportive, reassuring. It was also a sure grip on the woman's initial pivot should she thrash or try to leave. But the General was not over-worried. Delphine was a strong girl, used to overmastering body pains to achieve the aims of her will- and that will had been given a demonstration and an idea of what power could be had. Power super human, strange and beyond regular conventions of science. That was something that could be very useful as a motivation.

"You will be fair and fey as mid of night. Hold the line, pigeon, I know you can. I know you can balance on a wire if you need to on those legs. It will be done after a second and an eternity both. "

It was incredibly difficult to focus on anything past the delicate hand that had disappeared into her chest. Not the cat weaving around her legs, nor the comforting weight of the general's arm across her shoulders. A reassurance, or a restraint. It was anyone's guess, though given the nature of their relationship, the young woman would have gone with the former. If the thought would have crossed her mind.

Instead there was only the pain, no more intense than the first time (she didn't think), but with an already aching body? It was hard to obey the request not to scream. She managed it, just barely, but there were other sounds that she couldn't keep from escaping. Including an almost helpless whimper as she turned her face in against the warmth of Schorl's arm. It didn't block it out, but she could smell the faint remains of something expansive and familiar clinging to the general's jacket. Stroud.

This time there'd be a change. Delphine's usual modest attire folding away to be replaced instead by the darkness that covered every corrupted senshi. Sheerness stretched across shapely legs, ribbons wrapping in criss-crossed patterns to her knees, and delicate feet disappearing within something wholly familiar. There was the brush of feathers at hips, shoulders, and arms. The stark bleach white of old bones at her breast in the lengths of long, silver hair.



Where Delphine had been sitting, was now a new soldier for the war.

Schörl gathered the new senshi into her arms in preparation to carry her to the adjacent room that had sleeping quarters and other amenities for members who booked it. "Happily I will see to her training. "

She will be as fine an addition to our operation as any yet seen. I will make certain of it.

"Thank you, General-Queen. Mauvian."

Our first lessons will be on how to take and remove uniform. And talking while she rests. The process is exhausting in the first.

Exhausted and aching, the new senshi sank down into the chair as the hand left her chest and the chaotic pressure squeezing around her starseed eased. She was breathless, only marginally aware of what the other three were saying around her, about her, but as Schorl lifted her effortlessly into strong arms, any lingering anxiety that might have presented during the corruption faded away like water draining through cupped hands. Here was safety and security. Here was familiarity.

Head turning weakly against the gilded lapels of the general's jacket, dark eyes watched the other woman, the one with the almost crushing aura, and the cat as she crawled her way up to drape around the petite figure's shoulders. It felt as if there was something she aught to have been saying, but nothing was coming to mind.

Instead she lifted one small hand to tuck delicate fingers into the opening of Schorl's jacket, holding it lightly in her tired grasp. Whatever came next, she would be there.