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Kallichore was pondering.

She had a folio of notes safely tucked away, ready to be dispersed to the populous. The senshi needed some kind of unifying education, some kind of guidance, and it took entirely too long to finish everything. So many things had happened since the gray haired senshi began work on her primer. She'd been a new recruit in the Blood Moon. Just a baby, barely into her senshidom at that point. But Kallichore had come into her own with time, bloodshed and tears. Now she wanted to give back, guide those that were without guidance. Give them choices. Give them knowledge.

But she needed help to do that.

The eternal had heard of several cats in her travels but had not met very many of them. The few that had upgraded her powers had done so in passing. Now she was on the lookout for cats that would be willing to lend a hand to her quest. She couldn't do it on her own. And nowadays she didn't want to. She was slowly learning how one could not operate on their own. Not anymore.

There was one cat in particular Kallichore had wanted to meet named *********. Other than her name and the cat being a manx, she didn't know much about her. Perched up on the lip of one of Destiny City's radio station network buildings, the eternal frowned. It seemed silly but... she did as she was told.

A plate of chocolate cake sat beside her on the ledge.

After a few moments of waiting, a peculiar sound reached the eternal's ears. It sounded like a sack of flour was being dropped repeatedly on metal. A strange signal popped up on her mental radar and she blinked out of her thoughts. Maybe...? Darting off in the direction of the noises, leaping off the side of the building, landing quietly nearby. She turned around to find a pale, tailless cat. This must be the manx people had been talking about.

"Ah... I beg your pardon?" started the eternal. It came out a little too meekly for her taste. The only experience with cats she had was Tomlin and Kallichore hadn't seen him for a while. "Are you *********? I'd like to speak with you if that's alright. I brought you some cake." Ah, duh, it's too high up. Kallichore mentally kicked herself. Just because being an eternal gave her the ability to leap several stories in the air didn't mean other people had that same advantage. Cats didn't even get the option of jet packs or ladders.

"...I can take you up there. Sorry."

"Ah, well..." The eternal seemed a bit more flustered than usual. "Truth be told, I asked around and several people insisted you had a thing for cake, so naturally..."

Reaching down, she scooped up the manx as carefully as she could and bounded up to the rooftop where the plate of cake lay waiting. "I hope you don't mind that I track you down like this. I didn't know how else to contact you. ...and I could use your help." Before starting in on her mission, she wanted to at least let the manx reap her reward and eat her cake. Kallichore took up her position nearby and watched the city while the cake enjoyed herself.

When she found an opportunity to speak, Kallichore nodded to herself. "I'm on a mission... and I can't do this alone. I have information I'd like to transmit to all senshi across the cell phone network, but I don't know how to do that." Her fingers intermingled with one another as she looked down at them. "...a long time ago, I made it my mission to create a manual - a primer - for the purpose of education. Like my collected information in an encyclopedia. I've remade it to be helpful to newbies. People who haven't been awakened long or people who have lost their way."

Turning to face *********, Kallichore tilted her head. "....do you think you could help me, *********?"

Kallichore mentally noted the cat's general food preferences for another time.

Right down to business. The eternal appreciated that sort of thing. Kallichore cleared her throat. "I'm having problems with the execution," she began, starting a slow pace back and forth across the rooftop. "Once I can finalize the database with another person that's helping me, I have no idea how to upload the information." She looked the ********* and tilted her head. "And on top of that, I have no idea how to transmit that sort of thing continually across the cell network."

Hands behind her back, she came to a stop. "...but cats are the ones who know who will be awakened next. No one else can do that. Is there any way to continue the transmission when a senshi is given a new cellphone? Or is that sort of thing not possible?" Really, she figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.

The eternal blushed a bit and turned away. Technology wasn't her strong point.

"For the moment it's on traditional pen-and-paper." she explained, folding her arms in her long sleeves. "Oberon is helping me compile into a database, somehow searchable like an encyclopedia, but I have no idea what format it will end up in. Whatever's compatible with the cellphones, I suppose. Flash drive in the end if I need to give it to someone."

She turned around and found a nice spot on the ledge to sit and cross her legs. "To be honest, technology isn't my thing but I'm quite thankful others like you and Oberon are willing to help. I wouldn't know where to go from here otherwise. Thank you."

Kallichore looked at ********* as though she were speaking an entirely different language. When the cat was finished, the eternal swallowed a lump in her throat. How was she supposed to react to all that... technological stuff? So Oberon's making it into a database wouldn't be helpful? Hmm. Either way, Kallichore could store it on her own cellphone for editing later, so it wouldn't be wasted at all.

Either way, ********* would know best.

Her bow made Kallichore slightly embarrassed. "Shouldn't... I be the one bowing to you? I mean, without a cat's help, this would never come to fruition." Returning the bow to the cat seemed like the right thing to do, and so she did. "Thank you for your help, *********. Shall I contact you again once I've gathered everything together? And how should I do that?"

Kallichore was relieved to know ********* had a sense of humor and appreciated good manners. Who did she hang around with that didn't thank her for the hard work she did? How bizarre.

"A text sounds perfect, *********. I'll be organizing everything until then."

At the thought of the origin of the cake, Kallichore blushed slightly. "I ah... made that one, actually. I hope it's not too dry. I'm a decent baker but... discerning tastes are discerning tastes. If you'd like another one when we meet again, that can be arranged." She looked down the street and frowned. "Or I could always accidentally pry open the window at the bakery down the street if that's more preferable."

Right. ********* didn't like rule breakers.

Good thing to remember for the future.

"I will begin work immediately, then. Thank you, *********, for your help. I'm sure it won't take me long to finalize everything and present it to you." Leaping up onto the ledge of the building, she bowed again. "I'm sure we'll be in touch soon. Have a good evening."

Leaping off, Kallichore disappeared into the night.