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Idris Kennedy:

Nicknames: Iddy, Idry

Age: 20

Birthday: June 2nd, 1993

Sign: Gemini

Blood Type: O

Fav. Food: Tatws Popty from grandma only, most seafoods.

Hated Food: Haggis. Any kind of sausage or packed meat product such as hot dogs. You don’t know what’s in them!

Occupation: Aspiring author and song-writer.

Hobbies:

Jogging – Besides being an incredibly useful excuse for being out and about Destiny City at any part of the day, it works up your endurance! At the moment, however, it's not much of an adventurous hobby. The course is perfectly plotted to fit into her schedule, she jogs for no more than an hour a day!

Trashy Writing – This is a hobby that no one is really aware of, except close friends and sometimes, her brothers when they steal the wrong notebook from her bedroom now and again. Idris is a hopeless romantic, and incredibly lonely. Most of her teenage literary career and a good deal of money has gone the way of middle-aged women – bad romance novels. Has it got a man with long blowing hair and a half naked woman on the cover? Idris has probably read it. And now, she writes it! Badly! Lord Reginald Falkorian, the dread lord of Castle Moonspire who kidnaps the fair Princess Arianrhod so that he might force his attentions upon her and thus father a claimant to the throne! But when she falls in love with his manly self….well. You get the idea! Idris is both exhilarated and ashamed at these endeavors, and is not keen on showing anyone. Ever. Not even you.

People-Watching – You can hardly justify your snap-decisions nor be a good leader unless you understand your allies and your enemies. When laying around and looking like she's doing nothing, Idris is actually busy at work. She's watching how you move, how you speak, how you interact with others. She can sit around for hours just doing nothing but watching a crowd or a busy street and learning the connections between people. It's her personal favorite thing to do, and she does it as often as possible. More of her minor responsibilities might be shirked to make time for this causing those that are unfamiliar with her to think of her as a bit scatterbrained - at their loss.

Dead Instruments – This was affected on her by her parents at an early age, and something she has somewhat kept up with because, surprisingly enough, she deeply enjoys music. I mean, how many people can say they play the lute? The harpsichord? The dulcimer? Psaltery? Have you even heard of these? She is not particularly gifted in the playing of music, but she practices diligently, one hour a day, alternating. Dulcimer on Monday, Psaltery on Tuesday, etc. Her aparment is littered with replicas of old, extinct instruments that no one will ever play ever again. Except, of course, Idris Kennedy. She can play piano sufficiently well, having done so since age five, and can muddle along on a harp, though she thinks it has too many strings. Idris also loves the confusion she causes when she mentions this particular hobby, so she keeps with it.

Gemstone: Pearl

Virtues:

Logic Illuminates All – Idris is incredibly practical and organized. You’d have to be, to hop around the social scene with as much ease and energy as a rabbit. Everything is noted down in her Blackberry, and perfectly scheduled in her Filofax as a backup. She is never late for an appointment, and she will never, ever forget your birthday! However, this means that she is decidedly a skeptic. Gods, unicorns, ghosts, fairies, talking cats? Don’t be ridiculous! I know you people believe that there was a divine being riding around on the dinosaurs, but there were several instances of a comet strike on earth, thank you very much! Don’t try to force your superstitions and such on Idris, she’ll walk under a ladder in front of a black cat with abandon, and if she breaks a mirror, well, it’s just glass. Suggesting otherwise will get you a terse lecture on how it’s impossible, and she’d really rather not hear about it thanks. (( I know it doesn’t sound like much of a virtue, but it can be, if you’re an intellectual sort! ))

Cram Session? But I Was Done Last Week! – Being late is absolutely intolerable to Idris. Wasting any minute of the day means you have less time to do the things you want to do, and that is totally inefficient and impractical. Assignments are almost always done with due haste, and once completed, tucked safely away until they can be crisply handed in. Studying for a test? She’s been at it for a week already, really, you’re all so irresponsible! Because her skills in this area are somewhat notorious, several people use her as their own little reminder, something she is more than happy to do. Have trouble remembering your mom’s birthday? Idris has you covered! Have a big project due down the road? She’ll be happy to give you timely reminders once a week to check your progress! Group projects are a bust for this girl, and it would probably just be easier to let her handle all the work. That is, of course, unless you don’t mind several notes and memos attached to your suite door reminding you that you only have three days to get your part of the project turned into her for polishing!

This also lends itself to any other subject of work or anything that anyone would ever ask her to do. Bleeding, wounded, covered in blisters, exhausted. It doesn't matter, if there is a job to be done she will be right there doing everything she can. At the same time, she will never ask you to do something that she herself would not do if she could. Driven, she pushes herself and everyone around her to be the very best person they can be. It's alright if that person isn't all that great, but she's going to keep helping you until you can do it. If she can do it, you can too! At the same time, she has tendency to expect more than you can give, simply because she herself can give it - but only in the most extreme situations will she ask you to give it if you tell her you can't.

Infectious Happiness - Though jaded, there is almost no lack of joviality in Idris's personality. In fact, she delivers almost all her cynical comments with a smile on her face, as if she's fully aware that you are going to tell her she's wrong. She just doesn't care! Her kind of devil-may-care conviviality is almost infective, and even a bit of time spent with Idris has been generally known to lift your spirits and hopefully make you feel better. Not being one for hugging, cuddling, or any other 'girly' sort of affection this is the best she can do is put a smile on her face and let you know that she does care. She's just not that great with the touching. What's with all the touching?

Flaws:;

Everyone's Got an Angle Kid – What's yours? Idris is incredibly jaded. Everyone wants something and they'll do whatever they have to do to get it. She doesn't blame people for this, nor really look down on them (much). She just realizes, and even depends on, the idea that everyone has an angle, or a gimmick, or something that will serve them. What she doesn't realize, is that it pisses people off. Or perhaps she just doesn't care?

Mostly it's because if you just snap your fingers, Idris knows everything about you! This is perhaps her biggest flaw, in that she is so confident in her ability to judge people that she does so almost instantly. Talk to her for five minutes, and she'll have either a good or bad opinion of you! Unfortunately, it's almost impossible to shake these impressions once she makes them. So hopefully, you're good at first impressions! If you can actually get her to change her mind, the teen would probably make you take a blood oath to never tell anyone that you did it. She's just that convinced!

Knowledge is Power - This Welsh girl has to know your secrets. Every single one! If you're whispering behind your hands within her sight, she's going to push and prod until you tell her what you were whispering out. Were you alluding to a fight between Josie and her band? What happened? Why did it happen? Oh my gosh really?! In other words, Idris is a horrendous gossip. She's dying to know every single piece of dirt on everyone and anyone and for the most part, uses this inclination for good. However, don't ever try to tease this girl with a surprise party or a gift that you might tell her about. She'll quickly go crazy and try to ferret it out, becoming increasingly more agitated and anxious until she either screams or cries from frustration. It's truly the cruelest thing you could do, withhold information from this girl!

Try, Try Again -- Though she does have some friends, most of them would possibly not be able to articulate clearly why it is they are friends with Idris! Sure, she can be a warm, caring, loving individual towards those people she has personally ushered into her inner circle, but nobody sees that! Unfortunately, Idris rather depends on the presence of people around her to be able to trot off her cynical remarks, because at the end of the day you need someone to love you for who you are. She can't really stay hopeful that these poor, misguided individuals will ever see clearly if no one can see her clearly. Sadly, she doesn't think many do.

In a room full of strangers, Idris is That b***h, that girl that you know is judging you just by looking at you. Normally, a person would keep their thoughts to themselves, but if you give her a chance, she will pronounce them loud and clear. This is hindering in a social situation because she thinks she is doing you and everyone else a favor by announcing your shortcomings so clearly, so that you can become a better person. In reality, she's making you possibly hate her guts and avoid her for the rest of your social turn nearby.

[[ BATTLE ]]

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[[ REGULAR ]]

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[[ SOLO ]]

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[[ 6x Battle ]] -- DONE!

Something's Got A Hold On Me - Ares x Albali || FIN
- Ares saves Albali from probably-certain death and then nearly kills her accidentally. Ahhh, l'amour!
Weakling Test - Requiem x Albali || FIN
- Meeting her old comrade doesn't end well for Albali who realizes that her time might be running out.
New Kid on the Twisted Block - Kyanite x Albali || FIN
- Kyanite goes out for the first time, accidentally runs into Albali's fist.
Order vs Chaos - ORP Battle || FIN
- Facing a conundrum Albali tries to get through the melee only to see Ares corrupt a random senshi. Feeling lost and betrayed she turns her back on the fight.
Not What it Looks Like - Zinkenite x MuCephei x Linarite x Albali || FIN
- Selling information to the enemy? Albali gets caught in a sticky situation!
Take A Stand - Thyone x Albali x Disposable || FIN
- Not everything is black and white in Destiny City.

[[ 12x Regular ]] -- DONE!

Dark Tidings - Albali x BMC || FIN
- Ares returns in the wake of Birhan's failure with changes in mind.
Need Somebody - Eilian x Delphine || FIN
- The most unlikely of bromances forms with cocky young women.
Shattered Glass - Albali x Kallichore || FIN
- Kallichore leaves the BMC with a farewell to her recruiter.
The Weakness - Albali x Ares || FIN
- Surrendering again to her feelings, Albali asks Ares once again to take her.
Want You Back For Good - Albali x Birhan || FIN
- Super Sailor Birhan, powered up, tries to get her old members back. Starting with the one most uncertain.
Deliberate Delibration - Order ORP || FIN
- Being left behind is exhausting for Albali in a group of people.
An Equitable Exchange - Albali x Zinkenite || FIN
- Albali exchanges her notes (and possibly her soul) for a General King pleading her case.
Looking Back - MuCephei x Albali || FIN
- 'Saved' by the heroic efforts of Sailor MuCephei, Albali accepts an invitation to visit the Senshi of Blood's homeworld.
Shut-In, Getting Out - Avery x Eilian
- Having met someone from her 'world' Eilian starts to try and make friends once more.
Blind Idealism - Persephone x Albali || FIN
- A young girl, new to the war, wears on an already weary veteran.
Fundamental Truth - Zinkenite x Albali || FIN
- Playing chicken with the Negaverse is never wise and Albali is finally corrupted -- but not into the faction she wished to join.
The Morning After - Avery x "Eilian" || FIN
- The next morning, a confused Eilian calls someone she knows she can trust to help her out.
The Three Best Friends... - Avery x Liberty x Idris || FIN
- Personalities and styles clash when these three get together for tea time.
Calling Card - Zac x Idris || FIN
- Wanting to know more about how she joined the Negaverse, Idris calls a contact.
Serendipity Blows - Leto x Cameo Howlite/Linarite x Albali || FIN
- Her former comrade finds a very changed, and confused, Albali.

[[ 12x Solo ]] - DONE! Swapped for 2x Regular.

Left Behind - 690 words
- Left behind by the Dark Moon Princess Ares, Albali's emotions spill over.
Giving a Helping Hand - 576 Words
- Albali decides to aid the Zodiacs....whatever they are doing wherever they are.
Leap of Faith - 711 Words
- Albali debates on trying to find her planet.
Discovery and Belief - 1214 words
- Finding her planet she discovers a wondrous library...and cannot read the books. Damn it!
Remember Me - 840 Words
- Albali finally remembers a sliver of her life in the past and is not sure what to think about it.
Playing at Ruling - 893 Words
- Sitting in the chair of her planet's ruler, Albali makes a discovery that is a little too dangerous to be toyed with.

[[ 5x Battle ]] -- DONE!

Winds of Capture - Albali x Duhr x Derpraline x Nerissa || FIN
~ Girls are needed to help upgrade the first Eternal senshi...who is not pleased.
REM - Albali x Everyone || FIN
~ The battle for Elysion begins!
Quail Eye's Field - Albali x Everyone || FIN
~ An odd field in Elysion gives them all wings...but it doesn't last long!
Set Fire to the Rain - Albali x Everyone || FIN
~ Plans come crashing down around the BMC and Tanzanite is reborn.
In the Dead of the Night - Albali x Derpraline x Kallichore || FIN
~ While strolling with Derp a civilian needs help...and Kallichore is awoken.
Over Your Head - Albali x Lina x Zinkenite || FIN
~ Albali gets caught between old allies and kills a youma. Thrilling!

[[ 8x Regular ]] -- DONE! Swapped 1x battle for 3x regular.

For Love of Love! - Eilian x Elke || FIN
~ Eilian meets a new friend in her favorite section of the book store.
I am not a rabbit! - Eilian x Azzo || FIN
~ Azzo wonders if Eilian might be a rabbit? He is very wrong.
Beyond the Battle - Eilian x Fallon || FIN
~ Her BMC mentor falls into Eilian's bedroom and the resulting hospital visit. Oh Fallon!
Above the Delta - Albali x Everyone || FIN
~ A new senshi headquarters is required and Albali loses her composure.
A Heavy Burden - Albali x Ares || FIN
~ Revving at high has taken a toll and Albali tries to relieve the weight.
At Peace - Eilian x Fallon || FIN
~ Fallon vanishes to France, Eilian goes to get her, and things escalate.
Giving It Your All - Albali x Ares || FIN
~ Mind made up, Albali makes her bid for the ISS.
Coffe is the Best Medicine - Eilian x Christa x Derp
~ A nice chat, a pitch made. Waffles!
Initiation by Moonlight - Albali x Ares x Kallichore
~ Intrigued by both Ares and Albali, Kallichore makes a bid to join the ISS and is put to a trial.

[[ 8x Solo ]] -- DONE! Swapped 2x reg for 6x solo.

The Blood of Angry Men - 542 Words
~ Albali learns what they're really doing to Tanz and her stomach rebels.
Cutting the Strings - 707 Words
~ Eilian sheds some of her responsibilities to take new ones.

[[ Backdated to the BMC ]]

2am was a time of night when almost no one should have been awake. Usually those awake at 2am were criminals, test-crammers (worse than criminals), and those who had no responsibilities that tethered them to a strict sleep schedule (the very worst!). There was a side-category in the midst of all that for those that were enhanced with the curse of supernatural powers and they were almost always awake at 2am. Sailor Albali was no different, especially during this crucial period of the Court’s capture and interrogation of the Negaverse offenders.

Black heels tapped down the corridor as she scribbled on the thick pad affixed to a clipboard the debriefing of each set of guards. Albali had taken it upon herself to question a few of them randomly and take notes of what they thought and how they felt, as well as the usual how the prisoners were feeling. It was useful for Ares, who had to oversee all of them and make things move smoothly.

It was where she was headed now with braided pigtails bouncing jauntily behind her, more jauntily than she felt. 2am was a hard hour when you had classes starting around seven and you had to look impeccable. Homework had not suffered at least -- Eilian’s schedule would not allow for the supernatural to take over her life. She was a student first and a senshi second. No doubt if she ever said that around Ares she’d get a long lecture.

It was why she’d never said a word and did her very best to fit it all in. She missed her morning jogs the most and was trying to make do by jogging around the compound. The board was tucked under her arm and without thinking the teen burst into the room that held their most dangerous captive, and the one Ares spent the most time on.

She immediately wished she hadn’t.

Blood was everywhere. Blood, sticky entrails dripping onto the floor, and was half of the woman’s face missing? Eternal Sailor Nemesis was standing over Tanzanite menacingly and their leader’s face was impassive for the quick glimpse Albali was able to get. The clipboard rattled on the stone floor and the door was wrenched open so that she could run out. She made it two steps before her stomach rebelled and everything she’d eaten that day spilled out in heaving bursts.

Eilian had seen blood before. It was impossible not to when you fought day in and day out and the blood she herself had shed was not nominal...in her former opinion. In the face of what was being done in that room? It was. Could a body lose that much blood and survive? Her guts were on...oh ********. Albali’s stomach heaved again several times as she staggered down the hall and away.

She couldn’t doubt now. To doubt now was to fail and she couldn’t fail her friend. Fallon was the best friend Eilian had in Destiny City and she wasn’t going to betray that for a little bit of blood and guts. It was what she was telling herself, anyway. Ares knew what she was doing. It would all be okay.

Or they’d all end up like that in the end.

"Goodbye, Albali," she whispered. "There can be no weakness."

There was a light breeze, toying with the ends of her deep violet hair, tugging at her blood red cloak, allowing the deadly haze of Princess Ares’ miasma to escape. She was unharmed physically, saved by the woman she had stayed behind to join. Hadn’t she just told Birhan that she had sworn to follow? But the path was blocked by rocks with no way forward and a dangerous way back. A dangerous way that Albali didn’t want to walk.

The Senshi of Echoes stood there in all her beribboned foolishness, hands still extended from where the now-inhuman hands of Ares had pulled her to safety. Turquoise eyes were fixated on the empty spaces between her fingers, reaching out and flexing as if she would grab something, anything. Any scrap of black fabric that meant that the Chaos-tinged princess had not fully just left her behind.

Left behind. The idea struck her in the face so that a tremor ran down Sailor Albali’s body, the ribbons quivering with even the slightest movement of her body. It had been something that she had disdained for a long time, that she should be so controlled in her movements but be utterly betrayed by her ribboned ********, as she referred to her fuku. Weakness, she had said. There could be no weakness.

Was that how Ares saw her? How Fallon had seen her this whole time? The distance between the two had grown since prom yet it had been attributed wholly to not wanting Eilian to suffer in the Blood Moon Court because Birhan had gotten uppity. Yet when they had seen each other things had been unchanged as ever, there had been nothing to suggest that Eilian was weak.

It never occurred to her to think that perhaps it was not she that was weak, but she was the weakness. A personal connection that existed outside of battle as a human being that could be lost. Something that was not permitted to give up her soul and her life to fight the long war that they were all entrapped in. She never thought of a single thing that her former companion had done as self-preserving or even merciful.

It was the ultimate cruelty.

Hands finally curled into fists before dropping to her sides. The cloak again brushed her body so that she latched onto it, pulling it out almost comically. It was at either side looking much like the cartoon hero Batman did before he prepared to leap off of a building. The rich velvet was grasped in either hand before she lost her mind completely. In that moment there was none of the classy, reserved Sailor Albali. Logical, practical Eilian was quite gone completely.

Hands tore at the symbol of what she had tried so hard to be; a strong senshi, a fighter, someone to be proud to lead and spend energy upon. Her emotions had run so deep past friendship and camaraderie to be somewhat embarrassing to even think of, let alone admit out loud. Screaming once, the name of the vanished princess in a question and cry of betrayal, Albali threw the cloak to the ground.

“Weakness? Well I don’t have a weakness anymore.” The hidden romantic heart of Eilian Halpan had a very large crack down the center. She had always unconsciously relied on it to soften the side of her that was harsh, exacting, judgemental, and just a little cold. Now she denied it, abused it, and left it out in the cold to wither and die.

Just like she had been. Who would trust her now? Certainly not Birhan. Birhan had heard her make her choice and now it would only be seen as a damnable weakness to come crawling back and salvage what she could. And what would she do? Stay and listen to how they would find and kill Ares?

Unable to consider, unable to cope, she did what Birhan Isat had advised. Albali ran, the only sign that she had ever been there a torn, abandoned cape of blood red velvet.

Going around 200 light years away tended to make your head a little fuzzy and your knees a little weak, Albali noted as she sunk down to the ground. Everything around her was spinning and though she was pretty sure that shining stone orb with the golden aura around it was actually spinning, the ground was not so she focused down on it until she could catch her breath. What she saw was minorly astounding even then, her brain trying to think of what she could remember from geology and Earth Science to see if she could make sense of what it was she was kneeling on. Marble? It was veined through with what looked like gold, silver, brass, and...platinum?

Fingers brushed across the stone, the veins beneath it seeming to ripple like water before settling again, almost breaking that logical part of her brain entirely. Obviously, very obviously, she was simply having cognitive issues due to the fact she had believed a stupid story about being able to go to another planet. Obviously she was now dead. Very, very dead and this was...well it couldn’t be Heaven because it didn’t exist. Did it? Because if it did and she hadn’t believed in it all this time that was going to be an utter pisser.

Left Hell, come to Heaven, skipped Purgatory? That seemed unlikely but then her family had generally been Anglican and they didn’t much believe in the concept overall. She thought. Things were a little fuzzy around that concept. All of this thinking about more mundane, realistic things somehow centered the Senshi of Echoes and brought to her that equilibrium that she’d been searching for. Of course it all looked to go out of the window when her fingers brushed the ground to make the metallic lines shift once more but she wasn’t going to think about it.

Nope. Not even a little bit.

What Albali saw when she opened her teal eyes to look at the world that she had landed on she would never forget. All of the buildings were made of that strange marble that was not marble, domed in gold, decorated in the most intricate of ways as if she had somehow stepped into a fairy tale realm populated only by royalty. Fanciful bridges stretched between the buildings looking as if they had never been used, light was thrown from those glowing, spinning orbs like small stars, and none of it could be believed. Yet there was a part of her that accepted it was real, that it had always been there, waiting for her to come home again.

Dimly the girl thought that she really should have brought a camera, some sort of recording device, anything really. Of course her senshi phone could take pictures but it seemed so...inadequate compared to the grandeur of this place. Did she really come from here once upon a time? How could anyone possibly belong to a place like this? It was also then that she noticed something else -- they were surrounded by clouds. Wherever she had landed was obviously rather high up. Sky high in fact. Leaning over a gilded railing she looked down and it was almost like looking from the edge of Minas Tirith down and down into a city that sprawled beneath her feet.

One thing was for sure: this place was massive. There was not going to be any quick look-see to find everything out about this place before she left it again. The more she looked around the more she saw and the more she became convinced that there was no way to ever see all that there was to see here. Desperately she wished for a chair, anywhere to sit down, considering the ground again almost blissfully but no. She had a job to do, a reason for coming here, and it had to be completed. Ares had taught her that there was nothing worse than a mission left unfinished, a responsibility that went unfulfilled.

So despite the desire to sit and try to take it all in the violet-haired young senshi allowed her feet to carry her where they felt most natural to go. It seemed like she wandered forever through several galleries, what looked to be a council room with a few dozen padded seats lining the walls and one in the center, stopping entirely when she wrenched open a heavy, dizzily ornate door to find something truly magical.

It was probably cliche to say that she felt like Belle in that Disney movie from her youth when the Beast wrenched back the curtains to reveal his library to her but that was exactly how she felt in that moment. Spinning every which way in excitement, Albali’s eyes could not devour what she saw quickly enough. It was almost like a small museum where books crammed every nook and cranny in the wall shelves stretching almost fifty feet high to the ceiling, display cases held bones and samples of things she couldn’t even guess at, and light poured through gloriously beautiful windows that looked out onto the clouds.

Rushing over to the nearest shelf she plucked out a book carefully, fingers gingerly pulling back the cover in case the age of the thing caused it to dissolve in her hands. She needn’t have worried. They were somehow, miraculously, preserved in a way that seemed unrealistic considering that it had to have been at least a thousand years since hands had touched these things. Perhaps that was why? Yet disappointment swarmed through the euphoric excitement when Eilian realized that she could not, for the life of her, read what was written on the page. The text was clear as day in a bold print. She should have been able to read them yet try as she might the letters on the page made absolutely no sense to her. Of course it didn’t also look like any alphabet she had ever seen. Code? Or something more? Perhaps it was just this one book?

Time passed as she moved through the room, pulling books at random and piling them on one of the long tables thick with dust. Each and every one was written in that language that she swore she should be able to understand, that her mind grasped at lightly, but comprehension eluded her entirely. It was there, she knew it was there, and it was because of that knowledge that she became more and more frenzied until finally her energy gave out.

Sitting with her head in her hands, staring at the pile of assorted books before her, each and every one written in that damnable language she could not understand for the life of her, Albali snarled. “I am going to make you intelligible damn you! This isn’t over!” It was in that moment that a small miracle occurred though she would not be aware of it for some time yet. In that moment Sailor Albali accepted that she was somewhere that she had belonged, somewhere that she had knowledge of, and she was going to come back.

She believed.

Shock was something that, thankfully, never could incapacitate Albali for long. Though the initial rush of a memory regained from a life that she didn’t entirely believe was real had thrown her down, she’d gotten right back up. Introspection while writing down the details of that last visit, things she’d remembered and reactions to those things in the moment, led Eilian to believe that this was really a boon. How many hours, how many days, had she wasted in that library gaining no ground? Gaining nothing but frustration that there was no new information.

Wasn’t that what she’d gained? Information about the planet’s past that, supposedly, she’d been a part of? That reinvigorated the senshi so that this time when she reached the now-familiar gold-veined surface of what she now knew was the Palace of the Magisters, she could rush headlong into the Circle’s chamber.

It was with hesitance that she moved to the largest of the chairs. All that she could remember, no all that she had seen the senshi reminded herself, was sitting beside this chair every day, without fail. It was implied that perhaps one day she might sit in it, if she could master the powers of both world and senshi alike, but nothing rushed to indicate it had happened.

So now, the last of her kind, the guardian without her Council to protect her from the wide universe they’d feared would corrupt her, Sailor Albali took the seat of the High Magister. When the violet-haired young woman realized she was waiting for something akin to lightning to strike her for doing such a thing, Albali exhaled a breath on a laugh of disbelief. “I barely can comprehend where I am and why I know this place and yet I’m worried that someone is going to come wrench me off the damned thing!”

So she sat and looked about the room, wondering if perhaps that flash of intution, of knowledge might once again come to her. Albali was even close to calling out to the room, seeing if perhaps something or someone would answer her. There were a million formulaic things that were said in this room; rituals that evoked her glory, that invoked a magical power she could not comprehend despite the memory of it, but they were words she was afraid to speak.

Time passed, she couldn’t have said how much but it could not have been more than an hour, as she contemplated everything that was known about this specific room. The Magisters had met here. She was, being the senshi of the planet, the youngest of the Magisters and their ward. Did she have parents? There was no answer to that. Not unlike the life of the current Sailor Albali, Albali of the past had seemed to live a very isolated and lonely existence. Why was that?

More questions, more answers, things that never truly came together for the woman sitting on the throne of the Magisters. Was she even asking the right questions? Looking into the eyes of the statue that wore her face was eerie, something that had been avoided, yet now it had to be done.

Teal eyes lifted high to look into the face of the former Albali, noting that while the current one had a fuku of pure ridiculousness it seemed her predecessor had been given something much more dignified. Lovely even, the way the gown curved around a body just as lush as the one sitting before it. That caused Eilian to laugh to herself before noting something interesting; the statue had hands held out, cupped as if something belonged there.

A hint of a memory, for she could not call it anything else anymore, danced around the edges of the senshi’s mind. Without thinking she called out several words in a language that meant nothing to her, utter gibberish but nonetheless utterly real as they spurred on what happened next. In those perfectly cupped hands light shimmered the way you would expect a senshi’s attack to in the moment before it released. Pressure filled the room and with a low pop inside of Eilian’s ears an orb appeared.

In size it was perhaps no larger than a cantaloupe and similarly colored to the inside of one. Power radiated off of it, yet it wasn’t alarming. It was soothing in the most distressing way, encouraging the woman before it to reach out and cup hands about it. To take it, and with it return to her home on Earth to allow its power to grow. It was alluring, unable to be denied, and though it would have perhaps fed off the innate magic present on Earth it wasn’t evil.

It was as a black hole was and it was what was keeping this entire world afloat in the sky. What better place to hide it than in the hands of its guardian? Wrenching herself from the chair, afraid to touch it, afraid to even be close to it, relief was nearly palpable when it disappeared.

That had been too close a call. Until the day when she remembered more, Sailor Albali would not again sit in the chair of the High Magister and play a game she had no idea the stakes in.

If only she had been so wise in her life on Earth!