Welcome to Gaia! ::

He watched her for a moment, taking a long drink of whatever he’d brought for himself, perhaps centering himself.

“Yes, Royal Senshi, it’s… they have ranks, much like we do, you’ve seen an… well the General equivalent of a senshi before right? The … little wings instead of a bow? The ornamental silliness that makes me amazed they don’t get caught on more things? Well… they have another rank, or, well ranks. They have some senshi, whom might just seem to be Eternal, but they can… they can change into Prince and Princesses. Castor is one such. Makes them a bit of a devil to find, since they can masquerade as an Eternal Senshi.”

He made a face and waved a hand.
“So… one more reason to be careful if you’re out and about.” He said with a small shrug.

“Sadly, very little to do with Royal Jelly”

“As for me….” he shrugged. “I am, who I am. Someone trying to re-learn violin and such.”

He looked, for all the world like he was teasing her a little.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just look for me in the database honestly. You just want to know my rank?”

“They are here to be eaten, and because I wasn’t sure what you’d enjoy.” He admitted.
“Just save me one of the little cinnamon twists.” He lifted the violin and tested its tuning.

“Well… how about this, I can tell you my rank, or we can make a small game of you finding it out.”

He pulled his bow across the cords gently in an experiment wincing and lifting metal fingers from the cord.

“You’re call.” He offered. “I’ll do either, I just happen to, like finding things out I suppose. And I’m very fond of the tablets. They are such an improvement on the old system.”

He took a breath and started again, playing a simple note string, as though he were just starting to learn. His fingering though was, hesitant.

He nodded, a slight movement. “I can try. I’m.. missing a few years worth of information too, but I’ll try. That was my specialty after all.” He offered a small smile.

He shifted his hand, tapping fingers against the wood, as gently as he could.

“General Sovereign.” He said after a moment, before playing a chain of music gently, wincing as he didn’t quite make the cords.
“I… I think I have to adjust how I do this, because while they feel like normal fingers, they don’t flex the same. The skin has no give, you know?” He sighed, like the title he’d just given you meant nothing in particular, or like he was trying to remove the weight of it.

“What do you want to know, besides ranks? Where should I start? What’s drawn your interest in our half of the world?”

He blinked in surprise, “Hmm.. I thought they handed them out, but I will make sure you get one.” He nodded.
He made a small face at the idea of her being kept to one person.
“There seems to be a trend of that.” he murmured. “At least in that I can name two people I’ve met since returning that seem to be kept to one other officer, or in your case, senshi. When I was first brought into the Negaverse, we had teams, is that not still something people are assigned to?”

He hummed softly.

“Does, Haumea have you out doing training exercises? Or Do you simply collect energy? Also, I’m curious, what DID the cat say?”

He made a face at the mention of white moon but nodded thoughtful. It was nice to know that they had gotten to her before any of the white moon cats. It meant she hadn’t lost any of her memories, and since he was so particularly worried about losing his own memories, it meant a little more to him.

“Well, I’ll train with you as well.” He said with a nod. “And whomever else happens to be caught up in my path when I choose to set up such a training.” He mused.
“Haumea too if he’d like to have any kind of word with me about that.” He added with an amused expression.
“As I’m sure sooner or later I’m going to irritate the dickens out of at least a few people by changing things. I’d offer to let you use my own tablet, but they seem to respond only to the person they are issued to.

“I can’t swear that I’m still respected.” He said softly. “I’ll have to earn that. And it may be that there are some who still won’t, regardless of what I do. But if I can find a way to make things better, even if its in some small way, I shall.” He nodded.

“Wanting change, doesn't always mean things are bad after all, sometimes It just means they could be better.”

“Like… my hand.” He said with a moment of inspiration.

“It’s not a bad hand, I can do everything a hand should rightly do with it, but, it could be better. In some ways I’m sure it is better than…. The one I was born with even if I can’t see that at the moment.” He admitted.

“But it could still, likely be improved on.”

He laughed, appreciative but surprised. “Well, I am glad to have earned your respect. I shall endeavor not to lose it.” He said earnestly.

“More than that, since I have every intention of finding others to train with me, because I need to get back into … fighting form.” He grimaced. “I shall ask if you might wish to do that with me. Perhaps you’ll find a profound talent in kicking my a**.” He said amused.

“But, did I win your respect with pastries? Or saving you from errant cat trees? Inquiring minds need to know.”

“I am sure it could.” He said softly, earnestly.
“I couldn’t… tell you what I did to earn what I have. I frankly, I’m not sure. But I believe that most of us are...capable of this. I won’t say all, I think some would be uncomfortable with this weight on their shoulders. But most…”

“.. though to be fair, I don’t know what anyone would think of you telling me I’m Charismatic.” He said and gave a grin, his face was flushed at the compliment, pleased but embarrassed it was fairly clear to see.

“I think crazy may be more accurate if you asked my peers of old. But I’ll do my best to live up to Charismatic to be sure.”


“Lets… give the music one more try, if that’s alright. It… it can’t hurt, at least not my hand.” He said and glanced hopefully at her. “And perhaps you’ll think of a clever way for me to practice my fingering. Sometimes we all need someone with an outside perspective. That’s all.”