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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2022 10:50 am
Valhalla closed the pocket watch and attached it to his belt once more, making sure it was secure, before turning back to Ymir.
“Well, you’ll likely get to meet Ganymede. Unless you’d rather not,” he added, because he wasn’t going to make anyone do something they didn’t want to do. As for the energy…
“Here, I’ll show you,” he said as he held out his hand to take Ymir’s arm once more. “Some Senshi and Knights that have reformed a bond with their worlds or wonders have… transcended, so to speak,” he explained as he held up his right hand where a ghost of a wound glowed. “We are able to tap into some extra energy. And we’re able to offer it to others, too.”
He closed his eyes then, focusing on the energy that he was offering to Ymir. Being able to target his wounds made it easier, it seemed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2022 4:32 pm
To the prospect of meeting Ganymede, Ymir offered another shrug. The Prince meant as little to him as everything else did. Ymir couldn’t see how meeting him would be to his benefit. If it happened, it happened. If they never crossed paths, it would be no great loss.
Ymir was used to loss, at this point.
As he was unfamiliar with the transfer of energy Valhalla spoke of, Ymir made sure to pay attention, in case it should prove useful later. It was not a technique he’d ever been able to perform before, and at this point, he doubted he ever would. Whatever bond he had with his world existed as the merest thread. How long until it broke entirely?
The transfer itself was simple enough. His wounds did not heal, at least not as far as he could tell, but he certainly felt more energetic in the aftermath. Some of the pain faded. Ymir could move his arm without worrying about irritating the torn skin.
“Thank you,” he said, when it seemed as if Valhalla was done.
Ymir looked into the Knight’s face again, at a loss for anything else to say.
What was there left to say when space and everything in it no longer fit the knowledge he had before waking?
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2022 4:47 pm
Confident that his energy transfer worked, Valhalla pulled his hands away from Ymir’s arm once more. But then he paused and looked around to make sure they really were alone, and then powered down.
Chris was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Nothing unusual about that, except perhaps the outfit would be strange for Ymir.
“We try to conceal our auras as much as possible. I understand that it’s different when you’re the only Senshi, or Knight, around… but here we have the Negaverse to worry about. You’ll feel their auras much like that youma, but stronger,” Chris explained, but then offered the Senshi what he hoped was a warm smile.
“My name is Chris Gallo. I’m going to call my wife, Paris, to make sure she’s okay with you staying with us. Oh, I parked my car a few blocks over. It’s our main mode of transportation here.”
Maybe it was too much all at once, but he was doing his best as quickly as possible.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2022 4:56 pm
Ymir curled his arm back to his chest. He wiggled his fingers, rotated his wrist, and turned his forearm to check its condition. It would still need some mending, but the wounds no longer felt fresh. The bangaging seemed as if it would hold up well. As of yet, no blood had seeped through.
He listened when Valhalla spoke, watched as the helmet, armor, and Jovian clothing faded away, leaving a man who looked even more like a stranger in their place. Like this, it was hard to imagine he’d ever been Serge Martel.
With nothing left to lose, Ymir let his own transformation fall away. He wore trousers and boots, and a white shirt trimmed with lace — simple attire for a simpler time, if his world’s descent into chaos could be considered simpler. At least back then, the only question on his mind had been when he could expect to die. Now, there was so much he didn’t know.
“Tyr Stilmyst,” he introduced himself, but left off all the other niceties.
After all, he didn’t yet know if he was pleased to be there.
Tyr couldn’t remember the last time he was pleased by anything.
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