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General Epidote was very, very used to being summoned.

Most of the time it was his partner in crime that did the summoning, Stella calling him to come help her with whatever plot her clever mind had come up with. Most of the time, though, she didn't need him without warning - everything was so carefully planned and put together in Stella's world that Epidote typically had a head's up when he was going to be requested.

This time, however, he was being summoned by another familiar voice that didn't belong to his other half.

So when he appeared, following the location sent to him by the wicked little vixen herself, he was surprised to see another person standing there, gawking at... well, he didn't really blame the man for gawking at someone like Sailor Citrine.

"You know how I feel about threeways with other dudes, babe."

Eyes rolled as he arched his brows and gave the senshi a pointed look.

Gan's eyes found their way to the energy orb which he regarded with what would best be described as mild surprise, especially for a history professor in the process of having his world view rather irreparably damaged.

He was, at the very least, a bit at a loss for words. Lots of things to focus on...And just as he was about to start asking questions...a new arrival.




Of all the multitude of things he could have thought of happening, a kid (well, college-age kid) in some kind of fantasy knight suit literally appearing out of thin air wasn't even on the list of potential. Even after seeing the energy orb.

Therefore, Gan had some rather choice words of surprise to say about this. They were Mongolian, though, sparing the young ears. (Not that he actually cared about that--profanity just came easier in his native language.) He took a step back, but otherwise didn't do much. If a person could just appear, there wasn't much he could do, was there?

Though he supposed an ability like that would make for an interesting three-way...not that he was feeling especially down for that right this moment.

Gan shrugged. "Pain is just your mind not knowing what to do...I get the feeling I don't have much choice here, but," he gestured vaguely, "Let's get started, I suppose. At the very least, whatever you're up to is bound to be more interesting than delivering packages."

Admittedly, he was currently thinking this was perhaps some very detailed dream. There'd be time to freak out later.