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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 11:41 am
Regan stood as they returned, and Prissy moved quickly to retrieve the young man. Again she didn't bother to correct the small kitten, he was a free mind and she cradled him close. "Be safe." Was all she said to the Candy Senshi, as she took the young man and her cat out the door. Her gaze lingered on the fleeting form of their general before dropping to Suri and nodding respectfully.
"I'll be in the garage." She offered to the woman, "Silk and I can work on something there while he calms down."
How interesting that their newest member was another senshi. Curiousity piped on the what, but she didn't bother harassing anyone over it. Instead her hand came up and pet the kitten between the ears.
"You don't mind staying with me do you Silk?" It also meant since she was the only senshi in the house now, if the general felt inclined to go to his darker side, at least she had the kitten around to mitigate the temper. "Have a good evening General." She said to Suri before exiting with the kitten.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 4:52 pm
" I don't need to do my job when it's about damn time your lazy free loading a** did something useful!" Was Silk's shrill reply to Theodore as everyone dispersed, because he, of course, had to get the last word in. He was bothered that Chase was bothered again, but like others, decided it was probably for the best that the man have some time to himself to recollect himself. He'd go check on him later! In the mean time, he was more than fine with being carted off by Regan. "Huh?" Silk echoed before the question caught up to him. "No. I don't mind. It's cool---BYE GENERAL!" He said out of reflex to Suri, parroting Regan, as he was carried off to the garage.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2018 1:32 pm
A senshi? Suri's expression faltered, lips pursed. Senshi matters were not something she typically bothered herself with--they were weapons, drawn from the White Moon, but they were still foreign entities with powers that defied reason. For Trey to be christened as a lieutenant was one thing, a shrinking of her world, but to call him a senshi put him in a strange outgroup that she'd never wanted to try and understand.
Still, when they returned, Suri stood to reach for him--but not as fast as Prissy, of course, the actual senshi hen-mother that she was. Her instinct was to seethe and argue, to snatch Trey away from the other woman's immaculately manicured grasp, but her eyes flickered over to the Chase's back as he left and she knew that now of all times was not her moment to be catty. If this was a senshi matter, then it was not her place to intervene, much as it burned her to admit, but she was no stranger of biting back her anger. Suri's nose crinkled at Prissy's wry expression, the way her hands were on that ugly shark sweater...but she nodded.
"Of course," she responded, grim as she pulled her own sweater off of her shoulders. "I'll leave you to it." Under normal circumstances, Suri would have retreated to the kitchen, to clean something until the ugly feeling in her gut faded, but of course the Black Manor was too good for that, they had an entire staff on call for chores--
The staff.
Eyebrows raised, Suri acknowledged Regan's departure with a nod, and then with her sweater folded over one arm she moved for the door with a person in mind. Perhaps...this night could be salvaged.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 10:10 am
What happened in the space of leaving and returning would be the stuff of nightmares for Trey for nights after, most likely. He didn't understand any of it, only knew the feelings of invasion and pain and transformation. He'd worn someone else's skin for a few moments before it was gone again and then they were suddenly back in the mansion. The surroundings were moderately more familiar, but it was cold comfort.
A bit glassy eyed and stumbling, he only vaguely registered that Chase had let go of him and someone else was supporting him now. The hands and the frame were smaller, softer... a flash of pink hair suggested it was Prissy. Chase's girlfriend. One of them. He didn't have the energy to pull away from her, still aching dully in his chest and tingling out to his fingers and toes.
His mind refused to process any more. He didn't want to think about it, his mind skittering away. He just... wanted to go home. He wanted familiar surroundings, familiar things, things that wouldn't hurt him more.
A cat in a top hat trotted up with a purse in it's mouth and Trey looked away, a shakey hand pushing his tousled hair out of his face. He didn't want to think about it.
Trey let Prissy guide him out, trying to keep himself upright, but grateful for the help anyway. A thought about his car swam up, but was just as quickly forced away. He'd send someone to bring it home. He wasn't sure when he'd be able to face this place again.Fin?
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