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Promethei, Squire of Mercury

... "********, he thought he had it, but the quiet method just seemed to give it too much time to walk away. Hop away? Whatever. How was it so slippery--

Hearing Imhotep behind him drew a snort under his breath. "Think we could long distance beam one at him? We're like futuristic knights or whatever." Or at least more futuristic than Cybele, anyway, or Earth...

Transcendent Eternal Anser

"Bruh," Anser snorted. "What do you have, super eyes? I've never seen it once."

"Lost count of the number of times I've seen it," murmured Encke. "Just need to actually catch it."

She supposed this reinforced how hard hunts were...

Eternal Myrrha

Snoozing was a much better waster of time than hunting. Myrrha blinked her eyes open suddenly before sighing. Still no jackalope flushed into her hiding spot.

Squire Irkalla
This jackalope certainly had a keen survival instinct. It must have had some sort of special evasive pattern training to keep itself uncaught after this length of time.

Sailor Grieve of Grieve

Not bothering to be quiet at all, Grieve stomped through the underbrush, clawed her way up trees like a the most feral and determined of cats, and kicked rocks. She kicked so many rocks, mildly hoping they hit some unlucky passerby, half out of malic and half out of a friendly desire to socialize.

She didn't find the ********' jackalope.

Or another member of the Nameless.

But she did find someone completely and utterly unexpected.

A ********> civilian reincarnation. Now a knight. Cybele's? Damn.

It was unmistakably him, with his frustrating ********' height and unusual features, now even more ******** up. He either fell into a tractor or into some seriously harsh hands, right?

"By Venus's crusty cooch, Aidoneus. Senjasta," the tallest one in the room. As she approached, Grieve had to crane her neck, lift her chin in a way that never failed to nudge at the wary discomfort of instinct. "Do you do the vigilante s**t in this life too?"

Though, she supposed, they were all doing the vigilante s**t since Earth was now run by a different authority and apparently, <******** Chaos reigned over all but a single city. But still, Aidoneus and his siblings, their group had a special flavor, one she wouldn't mind seeing rise again.

Belatedly, she introduced herself, "I'm Grieve of Grieve, we've a passing acquaintance, thousand years back."

Squire Halle of Lysithea

Considering it for a moment, Halle eventually gave a small shake of the head. "We probably shouldn't. Just in case they're be an invasive species for our wonders. It'd suck to be bringing species back to life, only to have them die to the wrong thing getting planted nearby."

As they walked along a barely there trail, he moved a branch out of her way, "Actually, it's good that when we change back into civilians, everything on us disappears, otherwise we'd probably be messing up the ecosystems around Destiny City something fierce." After a moment, he asked, "I hear sometimes plants and animals get weird, I wonder if sometimes it's because of seeds and pollen and tiny bugs traveling back to Earth with us?"

Soon, Mechelen would find out just what sort of nerd her current partner was.

"Pardon?" came the croaked out answer in a voice that was a brittle, sandy whisper, even at his best volume. A far cry from the dark, authoritative, baritone grieve may have expected.

Despite his features, or perhaps in spite of them, his face never failed to express his feelings. This incarnation perhaps had more of a range of those feelings than the last. Never the less, where a brow would be if the hair had been less fine and colorless, rose as Hierapolis looked down at the vibrant yellow person in front of him.

Then the clarification came - a thousand years ago - and he seemed to nod, as if it all made sense now. It didn't make any sense. And it felt weird that someone would know something about him that he didn't know. As if he weren't feeling awkward already. Still - that's where a little quirk came in - now that there was one person addressing him and holding his attention, the rest was temporarily forgotten. He could handle people outside of his work domain one-on-one with greater finesse than he could a group who had more power, knowledge, and experience than he did.

"In this form they call me Hierapolis, now."

The reply, while exactly the words his former self would say, was completely different in tone and delivery from how they would have said it. Instead of short, terse, and dismissive, Hierpolis' delivery was casual, warm, an holding a light bit of humor in it, as if he found the situation both exasperating and amusing.

In the same tone he continued, "I'm afraid I don't know anything about what I did back then - I hardly know what I'm doing here now."

And with that there was a small sound of what may have been a chuckle at the self-deprecating comment.

Emain Ablach, Squire of Earth

Wait, there it was again! He gestured quickly to the other two and set off as quickly and quietly as he could. Maybe they could sneak up on it—