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 Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:47 pm
Zia wasn't wild about leaving. She wasn't done yet, and she didn't want to go back to that s**t hole rock called 'earth'. She accepted they probably had to, though, and cat napping on the shelves of some how many years old library was probably ill advise.
She took her arm, but with a cheeky, sarcastic gasp. "Does this mean I get to meet the mysterious girl behind the fuku?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 6:38 pm
The phone came out, and after a moment of focus, they were back on Earth. It was always a little bit easier to return than it was to be beamed up in the first place, for reasons Aquarius wasn't sure about. Maybe she wasn't as much of an alien as she thought, or maybe it was just a result of her rarely being able to spent much time at the outpost without going nuts. A visit of this length was perfect; any more and Zia would see how loopy she could really get.
The question was enough to send her for a loop, and Aquarius frowned as she considered it. As a general rule, she didn't like people knowing who she was when she wasn't senshi'd up. The thought of people coming after her in her daily life, trying to make her do things, was enough to make her play that card close to the chest. But Zia knew why she behaved the way she did, and had never scolded her for it. She'd exposed all of her identities, even though Aquarius had been guarded about her own. If they were really going to work on things, didn't she owe her partner a little trust?
Looking more than a little reluctant, Aquarius checked to make sure there were no other power signatures nearby, and then let her transformation melt away. A girl in a Yoda t-shirt and leggings, with a red sweatshirt tied around her waist and a red beret perched rakishly on her head, offered her hand to shake. "Tara Kavanaugh, eccentric extraordinaire."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:02 pm
"And devilishly fashionable," Zia smiled, poking at the beret and gave her a rapid wave. "It's been a pleasure Tara."
And she darted off. "We don't have to run the whole race in one night!" She yelled in the process of her departure.
A beautiful friendship indeed.
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