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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2021 12:07 am
Super Tired Albite of Retribution: One starseed sunday please. Got his gross tears all over her hand, but that was okay? It was already gross with all the other stuff - ichor and blood that was his and others and — mess of a thing. If sylvite didn’t say anything about it then neither would he. Would think things really hard maybe - except that kinda hurt his heart —- thinking about starseeds and youma and — He missed being a youma. Wanted the simplicity of that back. All action — to be up and punching something instead of down and blinking wetness outta the way as he surveyed Fulgurite and Adonis from the floor. Felt extra silly for being surprised at how many Senshi Sylvite had. How she ran pack and plenty with all the magical girls n boys alike. Thought that was good for Sylvite. Especially since she was just — the smartest person — and Albite aimed a loose, doe eyed smile, up at her. Watery thing, but still there, held it for how she blushed hard enough to match her hair and beyond, and how seeing that *helped* — meant he did a good thing. Made a pretty girl in pink smile. “Knew you did — didn’t know you had a whole pack of ‘em — Senshi and Boys? Oh, Sylvi..” and he would’ve kept it up. Prodded the hell outta her on a good day, but he was tired, he hurt, and hearing her say his boss’s name compounded that hurt like a fracture cracked tenfold. All the pretty medals and corsets with which to pin them in the world, none of which would make up for that sorta loss, couldn’t. “Faustite……the firebrand was… he was — and now he isn’t cause he…” heaved a wet breath for trying to figure out how? How did one mime a person becoming enough pieces to make new people? Like ocean spray and — “I *wear* black Sylvs, I don’t bleed it.” to impress upon what wasn’t his. To nuzzle her hand just a little more, because he was the last person on the planet to care about propriety. Because he would’ve rather thought about how to pin his medal and how many boys made up half of the population that were actually fun — than to have thought for one more second about how he was going to tell the others. Did they bury Faustite in a Jar? Squeegee him out into the rift? <******** was gonna have hand nuzzles and cotton candy medals atop of youma made ice cream. ******** everything else for five more minutes. He was going to have his moment. Just a moment more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2021 1:06 am
Lt. Diasporite
Dia released the pissed looking kitty — thought it better suddenly — when she made such a face as that.
Had owed her for the save. Had offered himself. Would thank her properly later, with words; for how her tiny teeth had halted fists from the ice litch and his equally frosty friend.
In that instant though? It was better to let her slip free his grasp. To let her have her feet.
To give his attention well and full to Rakonovite. Who he owed just a bit more than thanks. Who he maybe owed an answer or two.
Gaze canted up under gentle tapped touch. Deceptively soft gloves that wielded weapons in ways Diasporite had never seen.
Hummed some high note for how much he *hurt*. Except it could’ve been worse. Never had he been more grateful for layers and frills that were hell in summer and yet had been heaven right in that moment when he’d needed them most.
Held still and held in a sigh that became an easier breath as Rakonovite dismissed the creatures that lurked at the edges and looked him over himself. He preferred it, however quietly, being helped by someone more *human* just then. How much trust he held in those capable hands. How that made him hold steady beneath the careful touch.
Most of that had been the h a i l — and the aftermath of the generator gone off at the worst of instances, and his own instinct to—
“I was— impulsive and reckless…I think that next time? I’ll be much more careful with myself.” and he should have stayed within the kill square.
Should not have gone hunting fresh things to put down dimply because he was bolstered by the fact that they seemed to have been winning. Emboldened by it, and then?
The idea of being overzealous came to mind. Of having been careless — with Adonis — with his body — with following such simple orders through. He’d paid the price for it and knew that the knowledge would stick. The knowledge of how Senshi magic was far more powerful than fists and blades.
“I — oh…” didn’t expect to be presented with a medal - wanted to coo despite the ache. Loved immediately how it complimented his uniform.
Except…
“Are — Rak, sir? Is this..” and did he even deserve it when he could’ve done *better*? Shift of gaze from shiny trinket immediately back to his General, a clear question that flickered over pink gaze.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2021 10:54 am
Slidr -- Lieutenant Vauxite (approved quest) Although the pain was dulled, with each breath the Lieutenant’s chest felt tight. Roused away by the sound of shuffling of feet and murmured chatting, he rolled over onto his side, a painful gesture but he did not mean to lay on the floor overlong lest he gets stepped on. His face twisted into one of discomfort until he was able to at least sit up. He looked down, noted the strange uniform he now wore. A black hood with blue trim pulled over his head, shadowing his perplexed expression as he glanced over at the sheathed swords laying on the ground beside him. Familiar in a way that could only be compared to a long-forgotten dream, the Lieutenant reached out and lifted them up. Before he could so much as try to withdraw the blade, the dual set disappeared. Should have perhaps been surprised but some part of him knew that they were still nearby even though they remained unseen. With some difficulty he rose to his feet and allowed his eyes to wander over the unfamiliar faces, to look up at the high vaulted ceiling and take in his immediate surroundings. Nothing held a measure of familiarity, not even the outfit he had on. Couldn’t fathom where he would have gotten it but at least it suited his aesthetics and didn’t restrict movements as he thought they might have. I don’t know what kind of joke this is or what circus I’ve stumbled into. Monstrous creatures walked through the crowded room, carrying limp bodies of those who appeared to be wounded. One with a skulled face, another with blue horns. There was no way any of this was actually real. I need to get home to Riley, probably late and he needs to be fed. Back to reality where things would make sense and he could chalk this up to a horrible hallucination. Convince himself that someone must have drugged him in an alleyway because he had no memory of going to a bar or club.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 12:51 am
Captain Siegenite
It had been Siegenite's first battle. His first chance to truly try out his new powers as a Captian of the Negaverse. It was strange, certainly, to re-orient himself, to come to understand his brand new abilities, but he'd found that he liked it. At least, so far. The responsibility was an adjustment, the sense of weight that came from the title of "Captain,"
but he had to admit that he didn't mind, entirely. Besides, Axinite was kind, and he'd made sure that Siegenite felt comfortable in his new role.
That was, he supposed, the best he could ask for in what was, in essence, a new job.
And now, he'd been able to participate in a Negaverse operation that had clearly won them a great victory. Perhaps they hadn't totally obliterated Order, but they had made a dent, and brought over, as Siegenite understood, a decent number of new converts. Not the mouthy little Senshi he'd fought, but that was alright. There would be other opportunities, he was sure.
A breath of frustration passed his lips. She had been...resolute. Determined. It was frustrating for him to not know if he had ever felt that kind of resolution or certainty. To be totally unaware of if he had been a noble, straightforward soldier. He supposed not--not since he had apparently been an informant for a Negaverse General, and he had eventually chosen to throw away whatever knighthood he had before.
(And he knew--he knew--the starseeds he'd found in the pouch on his arm after he corrupted were precious, somehow. Important. He still had them tucked away, secret and safe, until he could find someone to give them to.
Not that they were entirely relevant, when he certainly wasn't going to be pulling them out now.)
He couldn't remember being a Knight, so he couldn't remember if anything had felt quite this good, before--if he'd ever had this sense of deep, abiding satisfaction. Of warmth, and triumph, as given to him by Laurelite's smile and Metallia's presence.
He was, in fact, almost certain he'd never felt anything nearly this nice at all. If he had, Siegenite was quite sure he never would have wanted to turn traitor.
A smile crossed his face. He'd escaped the battle unscathed, and Orthoclase and Romanite hadn't even been present--good, smart, safe. He hadn't had to spend any part of the battle worried about the safety of his lovers, and that meant that he'd been entirely focused on his duty to Metallia.
He would have to relay the details when he got home. Share in the great victory. Perhaps they wouldn't know the full measure of the elation, but he was still sure they'd be proud. Pleased to see how well he was settling into his role. Or, at least, he hoped they would be. Perhaps if he'd been injured, he would have to worry about them being upset--but he hadn't been, so that was out the window.
For the moment, he wasn't rushing home--he would take a little time to enjoy the festivities. But he didn't intend to stay long; not when good things were also waiting for him at home.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 1:17 am
Captain Marialite
Marialite was. Sulking, was truly the best word for it. Certainly, she was not immune to the euphoria of Laurelite and Metallia both being pleased with her performance--especially not Laurelite, when Galaxite and especially Caledonite spoke so highly of her (and it had been something of a dream of MArialite's to get to meet her, in person, but that hadn't quite happened yet, and this really didn't count, even if she could go running up to the Queen and babble on about how much Cale and Gala spoke well of her and how it was such a pleasure to meet her in person. Because "could" didn't mean "should," she knew that, even if she didn't always act like she did.)
So, yes, she knew that she had done well. She liked it a lot, and it made her feel good, and it encouraged her to want to keep doing better. Also, Marialite was a big fan of parties, and this was definitely a party, and so she couldn't entirely pout her way through the whole thing. She'd acquired some food, and a drink, and she was happily munching away, but.
She was doing so against the wall, away from other people, and with a distinctly pouty, sulky air. Because she was, indeed, pouting and sulking.
She had been teased. Teased with the sight of her rival's uniform going black, his hair tumbling out of its bun, darkness creeping in. And then!! And then!! They'd gotten the wrong damn Senshi. Well, at least as far as she was concerned. Sure, the pretty girl that she guessed was some friend of his was pretty, but she wasn't Monoceros, and Marialite so! Very! Badly! Wanted to see Monoceros brought over to their side. Sure, she would miss the entertaining clash of her knives and his magic, but that was a small price to pay, she was pretty sure, for getting to fight at his side. That would be even better than getting to fight against him. Especially since she was sure she'd be able to persuade him into friendly spars, if he were on their side, and she could bring him on patrols with her, and they could fight Order together, with his spines and her blades, and...
And she was letting herself get caught up in a fantasy. She let out a tired little huff, eyes flicking back to the General-Sovereigns on stage. They were all mighty and impressive and foreboding, and she liked getting to see them all here, together. It was a reminder of how powerful and strong the Negaverse was, and how powerful it had made her.
And that was a much better train of thought. In fact, there was already a sort of encouragement in how Monoceros had started to corrupt, there on that battlefield--that meant that there were little dark places inside him for Chaos to take hold, and she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she'd get lucky enough to find him again and bring them the rest of the way out.
The thought cheered her, and she perked up, visibly. No, it hadn't happened in this fight. But that didn't mean it wouldn't in the next. She just had to be patient.
(Not her strong suit, no, but that was alright. There was always time.)
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 1:29 am
Corrupt Sailor Cleeia
Cleeia, for once, did not seek out and cling to his sister. It was a change, for him, to be powered up and not practically glued to her side. But it felt nice, to be away from her, to stand up on his own. He hadn't wanted to, after the Rift. After a scale sunk into him and changed him into a monster. But he did want to now, and he intended to do it more often in the future. He didn't need to hide behind her skirts, after all--he was a Senshi himself, on her level, with magic at his fingertips.
He could be whatever he wanted, and what he wanted to be was powerful.
Cleeia certainly wasn't a risk-taker, as a magical boy or as Constantin Lacroix, but he was beginning to understand that perhaps being powered up wasn't as big of a risk as he'd thought it was. Perhaps being powered up was, in fact, a joy, something to pursue gleefully and with great excitement. He could do so many things, now that he was magical and strong, and he hadn't realized how many avenues were opened to him until he'd been unleashed on the world during that last battle.
He couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before. Certainly the circumstances had been special, with the whole field charged with Chaos, and the circumstances were still special now, with the room absolutely brimming with excitement and the intoxicating feeling of knowing that hew had made the Queen and Metallia proud, but how could it possibly have taken that for him to realize how strong he was? How strong he had always been, when he was Cleeia?
Certainly, things had been difficult before. The expedition to the Rift had taken a physical and emotional toll on him, and he didn't like thinking about how stressful and miserable it had all been, down there. He didn't like thinking how he'd twisted and warped, desiccating into an awful zombie, because of the strange youma's stranger scales. But that was all in the past, and it was one bad mission in a second life otherwise overflowing with possibilities.
And he wanted to keep making it more and more impressive. He wanted to feel like he had really earned Laurelite's warm, impressed gaze. He wanted to know, for certain, that he had done everything he could to impress her, and that he had proven himself worthy of the magic that coursed through him.
Perhaps he would feel differently tomorrow. Perhaps, in the morning, he would wake up and be frightened little Constantin again. That was always a possibility, certainly. One step forward and two steps back. But he didn't think so. Not with how happy this made him feel--something he was a bit unused to, as Constantin. Sure, he'd taken joy in accomplishments before, and in finding unusual routes to interesting solutions to problems placed before him, but this pure, unadulterated joy, the joy of being recognized....that was something new. Something special.
He never wanted to let it go.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 1:45 am
Corrupt Sailor Ilse
Ilse was absolutely elated. There was no other way to describe how she was feeling. She had won! She had gotten exactly what she had wanted!
Well, maybe not exactly what she had wanted, because she had wanted Lysithea dead for the crime of feeding her false hope and then abandoning her. And she was pretty sure that was a totally fair and reasonable punishment, like, honestly, what else was she supposed to ask for. Lysithea had lied to her, and tricked her, and tried to convince her that she needed to leave the Negaverse, when all of that was obviously fake and she was much better off here. Therefore, Lysithea needed to die. That was Ilse's plan. It had totally been what she'd gone into the battle thinking.
But....well...that wasn't what had happened, was it? At all, in any way, shape or form.
Except what had happened was so, so much better. Ilse hadn't thought that there would be a better outcome to her revenge, but here it was, right in front of her. Lysithea wasn't dead, no--much better! She was corrupted.
She was just. Like. Ilse. Clad in black, with long tumbles of beautiful dark hair, and so, so lovely. And now, Ilse had something so much better than a dead enemy. She had a potential friend. And Lysithea alive and corrupted meant that Ilse could show her how wrong she had been to lie and try to trick Ilse away from Chaos. Because she could make sure that Lysithea understood exactly how good Chaos felt.
Certainly Ilse knew that at some point she had not felt this way, but she couldn't understand why. Not anymore. Not since she'd tried to flee and failed, and been brought back to the Negaverse and reminded where she belonged.
It was good, really, that Cosmos hadn't shown up, because if she had, then where would Ilse be? Dead, maybe, because the Negaverse hated traitors. Or she would have been corrupted right back, and that would have just been a waste of everyone's time, and--and really--
If she'd left, she never would have gotten to properly appreciate the glory that was a corrupt Lysithea.
She sighed, fondly. This was going to be absolutely wonderful. They would be such good friends, she was certain--and that would mean that Ilse really had someone to lean on, someone stronger than her that she could trust to have her back. Which meant there would never have to be a terrible situation like in the Rift again. She would never have to be afraid anymore, and she would never have to doubt, or feel weak, or guilty, or useless. Because she would be able to trust in someone else.
Yes, this was...the perfect outcome. Everything Ilse had desire,d even if she hadn't known it was what she wanted. Sometimes, after all, you didn't get what you want, but you found that instead, you got what you actually needed all along.
Ilse was one hundred percent completely certain that this, here, was one of those times.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 1:56 am
Corrupt Super Sailor Xenia
Xenia had, as far as she was concerned, done a very good job of not ******** up in that last fight. She'd shown up, she'd done her job, she'd popped some shields, and she hadn't gotten any Clever Ideas. And now, she got to know what it felt like to be part of a completely, unabashedly successful Negaverse mission, and she found that she really liked the feeling. It was nice, to know that instead of maybe accidentally almost ruining everything, she'd actually made a positive contribution; helped protect Ashanite from some of the damage thrown his way, and she'd even actually done some fighting!
She'd kicked a cat! And hit a traitor! Surely those were all very impressive things, even if she hadn't been able to do what she wanted and drag the ex-corrupt she'd fought back to the Negaverse by her significantly shorter hair. Xenia still felt steamed about that whole thing, honestly--everything with the little cat had been in good fun, she was pretty sure, just an even exchange of blows, kick for kitty laser, but that Corrupt, the one that had purified in the middle of the fight...ooh, that really made Xenia furious.
How could anyone just...turn their back on the Negaverse like that? In front of Laurelite and all the General-Sovereigns and everyone? It was absolutely unthinkable to Xenia, and ran counter to everything she had experienced. The Negaverse had given her a home. A family. A girlfriend she adored, and even a Generla she guessed she was pretty fond of, even if Ashanite talked way too much and stabbed way too little for someone with a weapon as big and sharp as his. (If Xenia had something like that, it would be stab time all the time. ...Xenia supposed that was probably why she wasn't allowed something like that, because it could not in fact be stab time all the time, she guessed. A moderated, thoughtful amount of stabs was better. But Xenia was not a moderated, thoughtful person, so....whoops.)
She knew Bellite was here somewhere, and she should probably catch up with her mom, and make sure that both of them were okay. She hadn't been injured particularly badly, although she had taken a bit of damage from the cat, but mostly she was alright. But she needed to know that Bellite was, too. And she needed to make sure that Wavellite hadn't been there, because she was pretty sure she hadn't, but maybe she'd missed her. And she didn't want her girlfriend to have potentially been hurt because she was out fighting alone.
Ugh, a terrible proposition.
But on the whole...even if there were things she was worried or upset about, for the most part, she felt good. She felt like she had done well, and been rewarded for her efforts. And she felt like she was beginning to make up for her hasty, foolish decisions in the Rift.
She'd survived. She would learn, and grow, and thrive. And if she ever saw that orange-haired firebomb of a traitor again, Xenia was going to punch her face in.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 5:38 am
Actaea corrupt senshi of the harvest Actaea sat in the room, she wasn't sure what else to do, she didn't know anyone here and she felt uncomfortable trying to go to talk to anyone so she just waited to be treated and then she just kinda stayed there since she felt like she had nowhere to go. She felt lost and very uncertain of what to do right now. She couldn't remember a great deal about her life and that had shaken her to the core. She couldn't take this mess home with her that would put her family in danger and no matter what that wasn't something Actaea wanted. She wanted to protect her family farm and not bring the dark kingdom's attention to them. So that left her in a spot where was she going to go then? How would she live and what would she do. She sighed once again and looked down at her outfit. She had no memories of being a senshi so she didn't have a reason to question her appearance or her place in this world, but still. (Open for interaction)
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 11:45 am
Lieutenant WeissiteThe world swept from around him as Weissite held a hand clasped to Feldspar’s shoulder. Explosion after explosion, as everything went up in smoke: the generators, the console, some… comet? However many lightyears away. Probably would’ve gone down with them, if not for the twist of hazy magic from some woman Weissite didn’t recognize, landing him in a room equally as foreign. First impulse to find his general. Rakovanite would know more. Weissite scanned the room, spotted the other man with a young boy just picking himself off the ground. Somehow was only then reminded, despite currently being in contact with him: Feldspar was there, and he shouldn’t be left alone, either. “Are you good,” Weissite asked, turning back to inspect the younger man. “Hurt, or-?” Traumatized?None of the worst of it had occurred very close to them, and there’d been enough enemies in the immediate vicinity to be concerned with that it was hard to be distracted by something going on elsewhere. ...But Gideon was just a kid. Had been a young teenager the last time he and Tanwyn had been very close. Even if he was Negaverse and was willing to do those same things, it didn’t mesh completely with the idea of how Tanwyn remembered him: a sweet, innocent, chiper boy. And if Weissite could feel bothered by the outcome, than poor Gideon must be…? His own knuckles were white where he held his hand clasped tightly to the upper hem of Feldspar’s sleeve.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 1:23 pm
Corrupt Deneb (Richelsdorsfite)Without any real instruction as to what to do next, or any memory of where she may have once called home, Deneb had largely been continuing to idle about, helping herself to the offered refreshments. She wasn’t overtly concerned- she imagined that she could always ask the General-Sovereign that had brought her into this, whose name she should have probably asked for, about arranging accommodations. If anything, the lilac-haired corrupt was largely just observing, making mental notes on anyone of interest that she saw gathered, for the sake of getting into their good graces in the event that they were in any sort of position of authority… or if they could serve to be someone worth partnering up with. (The lack of memories beyond foggy flashes here and there and hazy feelings of deja vu left her pondering if she had encountered any of these individuals before.) A sulking captain ( Marialite) caught her attention, one of those feelings of deja vu leading her to feel as if they had met before, and regardless of whether or not she wasn’t up for conversation, Deneb approached anyway, because felt determined to get to the bottom of at least this. “Excuse me, but have we met?” she inquired, getting straight to the point.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2021 1:53 pm
Lieutenant Feldspar
Feldspar staggered as they were teleported, and it was only the grip Weissite had on him that kept him from toppling over, and really, he should be thankful. He’d done enough falling over, already; a real pitiful display for someone who’d been doing this longer than Weissite had. He should be a better combatant by now, more stable. Confident. Less of an embarrassment to his friends and team. But if he had anything to be grateful for, mostly it was just A+ to not be out on the field, anymore. Survived.
Hella.
And the worst that had happened was just a couple of people died. Not that bad, as far as Feldspar was concerned. A celebration totally, definitely seemed appropriate; none of them had died, and there was pretty much no reason to be respectful of anyone else’s losses or concerned about traumas inflicted on their own. They needed a party. They absolutely needed a party.
His eyes were still wide, a little bit wild from adrenaline as he turned his focus on Weissite. One of two old friends, and both of them- both of them- were so quick to pick up where they’d left off, asking if he was hurt, like they were worried. Where had that been when-
It wasn’t a fair thought, and he knew it.
Feldspar swallowed, raked a hand back through his red hair, shifted his weight, tapped the end of his cane on the ground, steeled himself, dusted off some of the old suppressive coping mechanisms and shot Weissite a lopsided smile. “Eh, you've seen someone get murdered once, you’ve seen it a hundred times.” If his smile wasn’t quite bright enough to reach his eyes, or if it seemed like his body sagged under its own weight, it was definitely only because he was tired. Exhausted from the fight.
Nothing deeper than that.
“Uh, and you?” Feldspar didn’t know what exactly had brought Weissite to want to be involved in any of this, and he would’ve even thought it was totally bizarre that he’d wanted to join the Negaverse, at all. Didn’t he have a wife and a kid, or something? “Are you handling everything well…?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2021 3:27 pm
Captain PrehniteA blessing, a curse, something to be concerned over? Lines that creased Prehnites face as he looked over Hylonome. Was tempted to reach out and touch - to check for injury again - because the idea of her having nothing? A blank slate.... A person waiting to be rewritten? The look he tossed Hatsya --- comunicable worry --- concern that showed, because he wasn't keen to leave someone like this lying about amidst the rest. He'd picked her - picked them - plucked them up and there they sat. With nothing. Nothing but him? If ' Oh ********> had a face on it, it would've been his. However much he tried to school it down while watching balefully his lovely Iolanthe bond with fingers entwined in Hatsyas lava lengths of hair. She was a Senshi, maybe she would know these things? Even though he knew that - he should know these things - or of them? Should've known more certainly than what little came to mind.
Because what little he did know was not nearly so intimate as experiencing it firsthand. To go down as one and wake person and wake up as another.
"That is...nothing at all? Not a single thought...not..." and she was a Senshi. Magic bound part and particle with her very being? "Maybe...you're a Leontopodium nival, yes?" and if he focused on the flower. Picked the thing he knew. How he didn't wish to stress her. Easier to have her as she was - calm and curious - than to stir her up into a panic over the void that shown on her face like the holes on her form. "Ah, an Edelweiss." Touched briefly at the flowers that adorned her. Hope that it would spark something.
Shock at the medals that came in...Tucked his own away into subspace for himself. Watched with stunned pride as they seemed to be passed to any and all around...strange colorful things...to be considered later. To be asked on later. Prehnite would look no gift horses in their mouths this evening. Would take the supposed win without question, this once.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2021 12:45 pm
General LopeziteAll in all, a hug wasn’t so surprising--and yet, this one took Lopezite a bit off guard. He seemed surprised that Lavendulan would partake in something so vulnerable so publicly, but far be it from him to deny her the comfort she sought.
He wrapped his arms around her immediately, drawing her close and rubbing one and along her back as the other maintained a steady presence at the small of her back.
“I’ve got you,” he promised her, even if he knew she knew that.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, glad that she was here, and in one piece--comparatively. She wasn’t being carted off to the medical center, at least.
Still, there were injuries you couldn't see, and if a hug could chase those away he’d be happy to oblige. Especially when it was something he could enjoy, too.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2021 11:33 pm
Corrupt Hylonome"That is...nothing at all? Not a single thought...not..."
Maybe...you're a Leontopodium nival, yes?"
"Ah, an Edelweiss."
Hylonome gave Prehnite a quizzical look at these utterances before blinking slowly. Even his gesture to softly touch one of the flowers on her fuku had her puzzled. She knew what she was the senshi of and she gave a soft noise of consternation before letting her gaze shift to those that were collecting medals. Would she allowed to claim one as well? She was at the battle - but just couldn't remember what she had been attempting to do.
Maybe a medal would come later. For now it seemed like she needed to clarify something ... some apparent confusion it seemed on Prehnite's behalf, "yes, Edelweiss. That is my sphere. You asked about names and I thought you were referring to the name I go by as a civilian. It is that name that I cannot recall. However if I am to formally introduce myself to you Captain Prehnite then I am known as Hylonome of Edelweiss."
She did have more questions about what was going to happen next - but she kept quiet. It didn't seem like now was the right time or place to be making with the question & answer period.
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