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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:18 am
Patrolling in the shopping district wasn't as fun to Kallichore as it would be for most girls, she imagined. Being as focused on the her mission as she was, she had a difficult time stopping to smell anything, let alone roses. Enjoying herself was a luxury she rarely indulged in. There were battles to fight, people to save, plots to plan and others to guide and train. She was a busy woman, but she rather liked it that way.
There were few others that shared her view of things, especially within the Jovian organization. Europa may have been a close second, perhaps Pasiphae, but the others usually could relax and goof off a little during their meeting. Perhaps it was healthy. Kallichore wasn't sure what she thought of that whole situation. Her impromptu gathering of three others had jokes and "normal people" fun in it, she supposed. Either way, the eternal senshi thought she operated best when she had something important to focus on.
Landing atop a lightpost, she stopped for a moment and performed a scan. She felt someone, someone high level like herself, and shot off to investigate. She hadn't met any knights, but a page here and there outside the Jovians Valhalla and Babylon. What surprise must have wracked her when she finally found who the signature belonged to. The hair and lantern were very familiar. "Babylon? What is... is that a... what are you writing, an essay?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:13 am
Babylon was hunched on a bench in the bus stop, scribbling away on a sheet of paper. Patrol had been slow tonight for the most part - suddenly, dusting youma didn't seem so challenging when you had maxed out your powers. He was just putting the finishing touches on the final line when Kallichore appeared above him, balancing daintily on a lightpost. Babylon shot her a grin. "Romantic poetry. Wanna read it?" he asked, but then again, he didn't plan on letting her. It was private, and maybe the tiniest bit risque, and nope.
Will a flourish, the knight folded the sheet of paper, scribbled Vindemiatrix on the outside, and stamped it with his sigil. In an instant, it vanished into thin air, safely on its way to its intended recipient. "Cool trick, huh?" he called up to the senshi. "Why don't you come down from there before you fall? You're making me nervous."
He waved the senshi down and waited with bated breath for her to comply. Super-powered girls in short skirts standing several meters above his head made his nervous at the best of times, and it was even worse when he was pretty sure Kallichore thought he'd been wasting his time again. "You can save the lecture," he told her. "I finished my rounds. I'm not slacking. Or am I not allowed to write letters to my boyfriend in the pale moonlight?"
After a moment, he snorted. It was a new moon.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:01 am
The eternal senshi tilted her head and gave him a look. Romantic poetry? Really? While out on patrol? She shook her head. I should have known. Why do I even bother to ask?
"I haven't fallen before," she insisted and leaped from her position on the lamppost to land near where Babylon sat. Turned around, she took note of the ring he used to send letters. How interesting! "So you can send a letter to anyone you want with that?" pointing to his hand, she hesitated. It would have been incredible awkward had he extended it for her to inspect. It would look all wrong! "I guess it's your equivalent of our cell phones, only more..." What's the word? "...personal."
There was something decidedly impersonal about sending text messages, she concluded. The feel of real paper in one's hands was something this day and age didn't appreciate in the slightest. Kallichore found herself rather fond of the romantic way one could send information back and forth. With a flick of her wrist, she called forth her phone from subspace and turned it over in her hands, examining it. "There's only so much you can say in a text message." Could romantic poetry, something from the depths of one's heart really be conveyed properly in that medium?
Why was she even thinking about that?
"Work first, play later. And did you..." Kallichore looked over at Babylon cautiously before taking up a position on the other end of the bench. "...is that a cape?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:25 pm
"Sure can," boasted the knight, twisting the ring round his finger. "Why, you expecting a postcard?" Although he said so in jest, he made a mental note to send Kallichore something at his next opportunity, even if it was just a corny greeting from the next town over.
"I wouldn't know," he shrugged, tucking the pen he'd been using away into one of the many hidden pockets of his uniform. "Us knights aren't invited to your fancy Senshi wireless network. I guess the roaming charges of adding us to it would be too much? Is it, like, what, 4G? 5G? Fast enough to teleport people into outer space - do you have to pay extra for that? Ten cents a minute or something?" Oh, god, he hoped not.
"I mean, yes," the boy said, flailing as if just suddenly remembering that he was, in fact, wearing a long, dark cape that would have made Jon Snow himself quite jealous. "It is a cape." He gave her a giddy grin. "Do you like it? Does it make me look dashing and heroic? There's quite a story behind how I got it-"
Namely, Lina and himself getting lost in a blizzard on Mercury. It wasn't as heroic as he imagined it to be. "I'm a Knight now, Kalli!" he exclaimed to her, giddy as giddy could be. He could only hope she would be proud of him, and not try to spoil his fun. (As she was wont to do, he couldn't help but think.)
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