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"You protect it from the opposing faction. They are called the Negaverse and the Dark moon court. They go about stealing energy and the starseeds of people, sometimes killing them. They also have monsters called youma that roam the city at night who do this as well. You are here to protect people by stopping them and collectively, we hope to win. There are senshi like you but their starseed is corrupted."

"You see, inside your chest is your starseed. It's what emits the energies of a senshi that I could pick out and how I found you two. Right now, your starseeds are untainted by Chaos and have the power to connect to your home planets. The place you get your magic from. The pen is a tool that taps into that energy and lets you power up into a senshi."

"Unlike how I woke you two up, The Dark Mirror Court and the Negaverse use Chaos and pour it into your starseed and make you a Dark Mirror senshi or a Negaverse officer. If the officers were with oure starseeds, they would be knights instead."

"Imagine it as your soul. Without it, you'd die or become a husk of a person, devoid of thought and being. When you die, your starseed goes to the Space Cauldron and you become reincarnated, destined to be a senshi again and continue your legacy."

"Negaverse officers can pour Chaos into your starseed and corrupt you. They can also reach in and pull starseeds out. It's your duty to stop them from hurting innocent people to feed their side more power."

"This is something the cops can't do. They need to focus on normal crimes to protect the city. The senshi and knights work on doing this. You will be avoiding the cops. Not as an enemy to them but because it would be hard to explain with so much media making us seem like a group of terrorists."

Selene looked at her friend with a raised brow and for a moment wasn’t sure if she should laugh at her odd enthusiasm or simply roll her eyes at the comment she made. Instead she just looked at Bryia dumbfounded because, given her situation, wouldn’t running around be the last thing she would want to do?

“And what happens when you have an accident in the middle of a fight?” Definitely not a matter of if it was going to happen since it was a down right unavoidable certainty. “Are you going to ask these Nega-whatever or Dark Mirror to hold on a moment so you can take care of yourself?” Selene wasn’t trying to be a b***h about it, rather taking on a more practical approach. Unfortunately it came off sounding calloused.

“I’m assuming she won’t really have the option to just power down and back up again right?” Child would lose her powers when she became civilian again which would put her at an even more disadvantage, since not even cops could deal with these factions or groups of people.

"If anyone sees your civilian form by changing in front of them, then the glamour that protects you is broken. When you power up as a senshi, even if you look like yourself, your magic makes it hard for anyone to connect your face to that of your normal self. This is glamour. Your own mother wouldn't be able to tell who you are if they saw you as a senshi on the streets. But if you show yourself shifting or tell someone, that glamour is broken for that person. Powering down in front of anyone, especially a an enemy, could be your death. Not only to you but those around you. Friends. Family. A agent could find your face and then where you live or work, and use anyone in order to get you to corrupt or give your life to them. I know this sounds scary but it is, and you shouldn't even show your friends or family. You can't be sure they are keeping that same secret from you."

He looked concerned they might take that risk and wanted to be clear and as up front as possible.

"On your phones is access to senshi information. A primer to get you started. You can also text me or call anytime on those phones as you like. They are secure."

"If you like, I can research something more secure for you when you fight. Of that is what you'd like. Mauvians like me make tools for Senshi upon request. A personal item designed just for them to use. It's our specialty and one of our duties."

He watched her and the pen until she returned. "The pen automatically goes to you. It's tied to you. That is yours. But you don't have to use it. I can only say that there is a past and a history, a power and a planet, that belongs to you. This is your life, but if you ever want to know more, call me. Find me. Even if it's not senshi related. You know where I live."


He smiled as best a cat could smile. "It was nice meeting you. I'll take care of your friend."

And there she went again. Making stupid names that irritated her more than anything.

It may just Bryia’s coping mechanism to get through the day but Selene found it quite rude how her friend kept projecting her ‘situation’ on to her. It wasn’t cute or funny the way she kept making these feces references, it was disgusting.

Doo-doo Duo… Poopy Partners… what the ******** are we? Two? Guess it made sense as to why she was given the name Sailor Child.

Bryia always did have a sense of humor unique to herself. Sometimes the comments were warranted and at times were funny, but there were more times when they were eye roll or cringe worthy. Even so, it seemed like their memories of the ‘old days’ were vastly different.

Selene simply shook her head, not wanting to comment or feed into this word-play moment Bryia was having. “Thank you, Arthur. This is just too much to wrap my head around right now.”

“Take care Bryia,” with a wave of her hand she turned towards the door and let herself out. This was now how today was supposed to go, none of his was right. What was supposed to be a day just getting out of the house turned into such a ******** that Selene didn’t really know how to sort through it.

At the rate she was walking, it was likely she was going to catch a cold before making it home. Perhaps she should have stayed until they dried, or called her sister to pick her up. All things she could have, would have, but didn’t do because she needed out of there, she needed fresh air to clear her head, but above all else she was being stubborn.

“Never in my life would I have made those kinds of jokes to or about her,” she fumed. “Why does she feel like she has the God given right to say them to or about me?” Selene kicked a pile of snow with the side of her foot. Why does she have to be so immature about it… It was embarrassing to be in someone’s house with Bryia making comments like that. Plus, out of everyone on their team she had been the only one to visit her in the hospital. Yes the others sent gifts along but none had taken the time to check up on their teammate. But she didn’t deserve to be treated this way.