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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 9:31 am
The night sky was covered in clouds, and a sharp wind whistled through the sparse trees and buildings that rose up and disappeared. It was nearing the end of the year, closing in on the winter holidays, yet there was always something to do around the city. Even though exams were mostly finished, Sessrumnir found himself out and about more than he had been before the incident at the Surrounding.
It wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. And sometimes he just liked to get away from his new housemate, who had his own filled schedule of busy things to do, especially as the holidays drew closer and people got more reckless, for whatever reason.
Tonight was no exception, and Sessrumnir had made his way out into the city, hiding in the shadows and trying to pick up on any energy signal that would alert him to mal-intentioned beings out and about. While he preferred to make it home with time to get a decent night's sleep, he also realized the importance of keeping people safe. Maybe it was just wired into his head at this point. It figured that when he finally decided he wanted to live a civilian life, he wasn't allowed even that.
There was one thing that had caught his attention, though. A strong energy signal like this one was difficult to miss, and curiosity had him seeking out the source.
It wasn't difficult to find, and he observed this Eternal(?) Senshi from the shadows cast by taller buildings, and the darkened sky. While she didn't appear to be injured, her outfit was all torn up and... basically looked as if she'd been hit by a bus. He wasn't really planning on approaching her, but watching her for a few more minutes would assure him on whether she was okay or if she needed medical attention.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 5:48 pm
Kallichore was silently glad that her sleeves in this form were longer and mostly in one piece. Folding her arms over her chest gave her more protection from the cold (and peering eyes, if anyone was out of their mind enough to do so) than in her Super form, though the tights fared just the same throughout her upgrade. No matter. There were more important things to worry about on a night like this than one's fashion sense. She left things like that to Pasiphae and Ganymede.
The eternal leaned against the rooftop exit's wall on the building she was using as an outpost. Her patrol that night yielded nothing spectacular - no Negas and not a single youma. Either she picked the best spot in the neighborhood, or the worst. She wasn't sure which it was yet. Kallichore didn't do well with nothing to do and found herself immersed in her own thoughts for quite some time. Was this the right decision? Did she do well enough by her companions to be called a Jovian at all? Would everything work out in the end?
Blinking, brown eyes darted to where her energy scan revealed someone. Whoever they were, their energy signature was light and life and order, which was definitely a good thing. She couldn't see whoever it was for they were taking to the shadows just as she liked to do. The moon's rays were bouncing here and there, but did not touch the bearer of that beacon. Curious, Kallichore stepped forward and tilted her head. So was someone stalking the stalker? If so, color her impressed.
"May I help you?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:45 pm
Ah, so she had figured out that he was following her? It had taken less time than he'd thought it would. She appeared to be a bit more sharp than he had first thought. Surprising, for how she looked, but that just went to show how he shouldn't judge a book by its cover, or whatever.
"Just wanted to know if you were hurt, or if you always look like s**t," he half joked, one side of his mouth lifted in what could be seen as a lopsided grin. Or maybe even a smirk. It wasn't hostile, though. Merely a comment. His sense of humor could be rather hard cut, and possibly even offensive to someone who didn't know he was only joking. Well, he was serious about her looking like s**t, but he hadn't said it to be mean.
Okay, maybe he had.
Sessrumnir stepped out into the light as well, glancing the senshi over for a few more moments. There was no blood, but there was also no reason for her clothes to be torn up the way they were.
"Usually you senshi look so much more... put together," he said, nodding in indication of her state of dress. "Sessrumnir," he then introduced, still smirking lightly.
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