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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 2:58 pm
It was good that Dagon easily agreed to the concept of a guise. There might have been a few people she may have been able to trick by saying she was cosplaying, but that would likely only go so far-- Viatrix's heart went out to her, really. As she saw Sailor Dagon become Dagon-as-a-Civilian, her heart went out even more. Her clothing was tattered. Her hair looked like she needed someone to help her brush it out. She looked sadder than she might have in the strong form of Sailor Dagon-- Wait. Hold up. Viatrix's pupils widened once again as Dagon-as-a-Civilian suggested that she would just go find food and clothing herself. She certainly could, but human capitalism made that complex; plus, there was no way that she could just let one of her charges (she had already decided that Sailor Dagon was a new one of her charges) just wander off to go find food. Not when she had a solution. "No, you don't need to do that. Promise. We take care of each other, and you're one of us now." She had an idea. "Our house has some extra space. And also we have plenty of food. Luke -- ah, that's Dad -- still cooks like he's got five adolescents in the house. So!" Determinedly, she set her paw on Dagon's leg once more. "You're coming with me!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 3:21 pm
Ophelia blinked, surprised at Viatrix's vehemence. But she nodded; better to have some guidance than to try and wander around on her own, when her knowledge of the planet was a thousand years out of date.
So. Better to comply, especially when it would be risky otherwise.
"As long as you're certain there's enough space," she said, and she exhaled. A large family home. She had missed that sort of thing--had hoped she and Kalari would have it someday. "And enough food. Is...I know that Dagon is quite resource-poor, but I imagine that cannot be the same for Earth."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 3:56 pm
Dagon seemed surprised, but Viatrix just looked proud at the near immediate compliance, withdrawing her paw and instead bumping Dagon's arm with her head. "Oh, they got plenty of space. There used to be like seven people in that house? And sometimes there's still way more than that for family gatherings but," she tapped her chin with one of her paws, "now there's just four of them, me, and Encke and Basi's dog, Luz. And Luke loves cooking ... Oh, and they all know about this powered thing! Even better!" She paused, settling back next to Dagon. "Just one question. What should I call you like this?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 4:45 pm
Ophelia softened.
"As long as you're certain," she said, but she hoped her new Mauvian ally wouldn't be offering her a place to go without being sure it could be shared. It seemed that her fortunes really were beginning to turn--the light that had called her here meant something more than just a chance to leave her world, and escape the relentless pursuit of the monsters that lurked there.
"And, ah. Call me Ophelia."
It had been a long time since she heard anyone say that name. It would be...strange, perhaps. To hear it again.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 5:06 pm
Viatrix was very certain. They had already agreed to potentially open their home to people who were purifying with no identities, or people like Caedus or on Caedus' side. There was no way she would be told no to another person with no functional Earth identity who was also an alien. It was like a combination of the two! Besides, Luke couldn't resist these eyes. And if Luke was convinced, Safira couldn't break his heart-- Ophelia. Okay, her senshi name was Dagon, her civilian name was Ophelia. They might need to get her a civilian last name for her if she didn't have one because mononyms were rare but that was a problem they would deal with after she had a more human guise and she could make the documents... Oh! "It's Viatrix, by the way. I think I forgot to mention that." And here she was, giving her senshi's identity first... "And I'm the bonded guardian of Sailor Encke!" She glanced back up to Dagon with the cat approximation of a grin. "Wanna get going?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 7:24 pm
"Viatrix," she repeated the Mauvian's name, making sure that it rolled correctly off her tongue. She tilted her head to the side, trying to determine if she recognized that name, or the name "Encke"--nothing came to mind immediately, but she could give herself some leeway, she thought, for having a thousand years and change of memories in her head. She'd figure out if she'd known them eventually, she was sure.
"Yes, let's go. And thank you again." What fine luck, to have found a Mauvian so quickly, and one that was so willing to help her.
She stood up, and dusted off the tattered hem of her dress. "I imagine that we should be swift, so no one spots me."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2022 7:31 pm
"Not a problem at all!" Viatrix hopped off the bench, landing on the ground with a bit of an 'oof' before stretching out hard, reaching forward and forward and forward until she was ready to straighten herself out again. It was fortunate they weren't too far away from where they needed to go; it was probably best that they get her to the house as soon as possible where Viatrix could work on a solution... "If anyone asks, uh, just say you're a cosplayer. Those are people who like, pretend to be other people by doing these elaborate cool costumes. Most people will just excuse it!" Viatrix would have to just not say anything and be a distraction by purring loudly-- "I'll take you down some backways. Should only run into other cats there, mostly, though probably not Mauvian cats--" Viatrix quite nearly forgot to declare, "Follow me!" before heading toward her favorite familiar path.
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