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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 9:31 pm
Okay. So he had heard of Knights. Well, met one. That made things both easier and more complicated. But at least it had been a knight and not an agent. That made her feel a bit more at ease. Poor knight though if he called her crazy. "Yes. We can tell them apart. Every powered person involved gives off an aura. There is a difference between those of us considered White Moon and those considered Chaos. We can tell the difference there. But there are simple, physical differences as well. " Ways that a normal, every day person could see as well. "A White Moon senshi will have lighter colors for one. You will see more white on us. A Knight will bare symbols on them of the planet they are aligned to on their attire. Where as a Corrupt Senshi wears alot of black. They also will have a black mark on their forehead and in the center of their chest. Where their starseed has been corrupted." She took a moment and shivered at the idea. At the distant dream like memory she had from...no, she wouldn't dwell on it. "As for agents, well, look for their weapons. Agents of the Negaverus are the only ones who have true weapons that you don't want to face. Also if they try to reach for your chest, run..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 3:06 am
“Aura?” Jeremy challenged. “Like, psychics, aura?”
He wasn’t being argumentative for the sake of it; he was stressed and just trying to clarify. He shook his head; he couldn’t see auras, so he’d have to rely on what they were wearing. Gang Uniforms, as it were. Only, there was a Good Gang, and a Bad Gang. He would work within those parameters for now.
“So if they’re wearing black, back off? –Makes sense. The weapon ting, though.” He shook his head. “If they’re close enough for me to see a weapon, that might be too late. I’ve still got a gun, though.”
…It was just usually holstered, safety on, and better for threats than firing. It wasn’t as useful in a close range fight.
“…Phact,” he said, trying out the name. He was exasperated and reached up to comb his fingers through his hair. “You know how crazy all of this sounds. This isn’t something that’s going to sink in over night. Just answer me this one question—Myles isn’t getting into trouble? He’s not out there, hanging with a bad crowd? He’s out there trying to save people, trying to protect people from that cult thing—the Negaverse? You swear he’s on the right side and that he’s not out there making trouble?”
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 6:59 am
Phact's mind went 'close enough' at the idea of a psychics aura. They couldn't so much see it as just feel it. Though for her own curiosity, she did have to wonder what it would be like if the all gave off colors. She would have felt bad for airplane pilots if they did. "Trust me Jeremy, I know all too well how crazy this all sounds." Phact said, walking towards him, her hands came up to her crest and crossed. There was a soft light as Phact dismissed her transformation and Delilah once more walked towards the man. "But I've seen it first hand and have the scars to prove it is far more than a dream. Myles is on our side. He's running around doing his best to protect people and I've made sure he knows he can call me anytime and I'll be there as fast as I can. My Court...team... and I are out there for anyone who needs assistance or even just guidance. " She didn't mention how much she wished their side could talk things out. How she wished there was a way for at least leaders and those who worked alone to meet and try to come to some kind of understanding to know that they weren't all alone in this anymore. "I swear he is on the right side and anything he does is in the name of protecting people. Protecting those who may not be able to protect themselves." A soft, smile came across her face. "Myles loves you Jeremy. He doesn't want you to be disappointed in him and he doesn't expect you to understand it all at once if ever. All he wants is for you to trust him and listen to him. He needs the support of his brother now more than ever."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 12:21 pm
There was no denying that Jeremy was struggling; he looked stoic and unhappy about things for a long moment before he finally, reluctantly, nodded.
“I’m not done talking about this, yet,” he warned her, crossing his arms over his chest. He was pacing again, slowly though. There wasn’t a rush; he wasn’t trying to escape the thoughts. He was just trying to process them.
“Is he coming home sometime soon?” he asked; he seemed begrudging about it, but there was a worry in his voice that he was trying to cover up. “…He really shouldn’t stay out for long. I mean. He’s a klutz. You should put away anything fragile. And he sleepwalks. And don’t be confused by the fact that he’s a damned beanpole—he can eat you out of house and home, so don’t offer him food unless you’re ready to feed him. If he’s really hungry he’ll take out half a cereal box while you’re back is turned. Actually, here,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “I don’t know if he’s got his with him, will you give him this?”
He pulled out a few twenties and held them out. “In case he needs anything. Or you need reimbursement.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 1:52 pm
Delilah shook her head, holding up her hand for the offered money before looking towards Jeremy. "I can't accept that Jeremy. I agreed to let him stay so I'll accept whatever happens. Though thank you for the note about the sleep walking. When I get home, I'll move some tables and chairs to block the doorways." "When he wakes up, I'll chat with him about what he wants to do next. As for talking about this..." Delilah just gave him a smile. "I expect nothing less. Take your time. Think about it. Call or text me if something bothers you. You have my number. Just, if it's three in the morning and I don't response, expect that I'm sleeping. I make a point to normally be home before midnight." Last thing either of them needed was him messaging her, not getting a response and busting down her door thinking they were attacked. Doors were pricy. "As for reimbursement. Take me out for dinner and we will call it even."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 2:20 pm
Jeremy just sighed and pushed the money into her hand. “Give it to him to make sure he can get whatever he needs to get home. If you don’t want compensation, fine, but let me make sure he’s got what he needs, okay? That’s my job, too.”
He drew his hand away before she could return the money and put his wallet away. “I’m keeping the pen though, for now. I want to talk to him before I give it back.”
He didn’t say he wasn’t giving it back, though. He might not have known what he was going to do, but it wasn’t an all or nothing deal anymore.
“I’ll take you out to dinner, though. Just tell me when and where. And don’t be surprised if Myles tags along,” he sighed. “…Assuming he’s come around by then. You’ll tell him I said…”
He faltered and then shrugged. “Sorry for yelling. I mean—I’m still mad about the lying, but I’m sorry for yelling. And the gun thing. But I didn’t know it was him. If I’d known it was him, I wouldn’t have put it on him.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 2:31 pm
Without another word about it, Delilah slowly folded the bills and put them into her bag. She would see that Myles got it and that he decided what the wanted to do with it. Men. "I wasn't planning to ask you for it. Myles and you need to speak. You having that means he can't always runaway." Delilah admitted, standing her ground though her face had lost the smile at his anger. She was once more channeling her inner senshi. He needed to cool down. So she shifted her bag on her shoulder and began to walk past him, stopping a moment to place a hand on his arm. "I'll let him know you are Sorry. But be prepared to tell him yourself when the time comes. Go home Jeremy. Take a shower and get some sleep. I'll keep an eye on Myles until he's ready to talk."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 5:37 pm
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeremy muttered; he shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed. He knew they’d have to talk and he knew he’d have to apologize. “Tell him to turn his phone back on, too, yeah? I don’t like not being able to reach him. I won’t call or anything, but if there’s an emergency I want to be able to get in contact.”
He sighed and just rolled his shoulder. “…But, thanks, Delilah. I appreciate you looking after him, and letting me know. I’ll, uh. I’ll text you or something when I sort some of this out, and when I figure out a few more questions. But thank you. You get home safe, yourself.”
There was a lot that he didn’t know and a lot that he didn’t understand but he did know that Myles was okay, and in good hands.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 7:01 pm
Delilah gave him a warm smile and began to walk back to her car. It was a few steps later that she stopped and looked back at the man behind her. "Jeremy, promise me one thing." She held her breath, watching his form a moment longer and then spoke. "Don't go looking for answers without one of us around. Please. I'll be happy to take you out with me one night but I don't want you to walk into an agent blind. Your badge won't scare them..." She was honestly concerned. Worried his confusion would lead to action over anything else. The last thing she wanted was to have him find out the hardway just how important a starseed is.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 2:36 am
Jeremy glanced at the woman; he looked at her for a short moment and then just shrugged and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, no problem. I’m not…gonna go out tonight. I’m gonna go home and think about all of this. I don’t—Look,” he sighed. “I don’t care about the rest, all of that will work out. I’m tired, and the things you’re telling me aren’t sticking the way they should. I want to get some rest and maybe a meal, think things over, and get back to you at a more reasonable hour. I was only out this late because I was worried Myles was going to get into trouble.”
He gave Delilah an appreciative not. “Which, you’ve already done me the favor of making sure he’s not. I trust you. I trust you’ll take good care of him. So trust me when I say I’m going to go home and try to make sense of this, and get some sleep. I’ll text or call or something tomorrow to touch base. Just…”
He sighed and seemed a little embarrassed, like he knew his next request might have been a little overbearing or cheesy. It didn’t stop him, though. “Do me a favor and text me when you get home, will you? …I’ll worry if you don’t.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 12:45 pm
The words made Delilah smile as she gave him a very simple nod. "Good Night Officer Fischer." The raven hair woman smiled as she turned now heading for her car. The question now was...did she even really want Chinese? For some reason Pizza was sounding like the better option.
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