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Shake N' Steaks had a largely universal layout - tile floor, stools, sculptures of fake ice cream on display with people in paper hats and everything in white, red and black. And the Smell: a strong allure to the most enlightened of beings who desired delicious beef, cheese, potato, chili or divine ice cream concoctions at stupid o'clock.

It was late. It was 2 am, and nothing at all except gas stations and hardcore seedy bars were open. And the Destiny City Gym, which wasn't likely where most people who were trying to lose weight were thinking of going to consume burgers and milkshakes. Except Björn needed to eat every three hours. It was peak season, and he was just finished with dead-lifts at the Gym, showered, and in desperate need of food. He had competition dispensation to be out from Hillworth at that hour, thankfully, for the gym and all....but the glory of it was that Hillworth's cafeteria was never open outside prescribed schedule. The only hope of a lot of calories was here in the bastion of late night munchies. The travel between the gym and the restaurant was harrowing anymore. He had no idea how close, if at all, Obsidian was or if it was a bad thing if he was...if he didn't want it? Or if there were black things about. Creatures like the valravn of a year ago, or the alligator-thing Lady Pomona had graciously doom-peppered to save their lives. There weren't a great many people present. It wasn't late enough that bars were closed and drunks wanted food, it wasn't finals for the University kids to be cramming, and it was two hours before insane o'clock. The waiter on duty looked at him, looked at the seats and mumbled, "Wherever you want man."

And handed him a menu.

Björn handed it back to him, starting towards a booth, "One of every burger on the menu, a Peanut Butter Chocolate Shake, and a pile of chili fries."

At first, like any well-inured restaurant goer, the opening and closing of the door didn't phase or catch Björn's attention. The exchange between waiter and customer did not either. What did was the general increase in cosmic shininess and he summarily looked up somewhat blandly from his water and straw while eagerly awaiting his food.

It was not a sparkling of waiter or food.

It was a shining man with a mid-drifting vest shirt, baldric, sash, and boots that really would only look at home at Cirque Du Soleil. It smacked of sushi. Björn's straw left his mouth really slowly and his lifted his hand to the odd fellow with the pensive hesitation of waving down a hearse. "Are you...a Sailor?"

That still made NO SENSE. How could they just appropriate that word that way? His own father was supposedly a real sailor, fishmanish type...and it had nothing to do with Queens or Princes or Kingdoms or Verses, or booty skirts and exploding peppers. Or sparkles.

"Do you stop being a sushi if you're too old?" Björn blinked owlishly as the man just sat down. Table width between them may or may not be enough. He couldn't decide. He didn't know how to parse the glowball full of glowballs that floated all consecutively, so he stopped looking at it at all and focused on the man's face.

"Are you a Negaverse...person...then?"
Obsidian was a general, and there was a Queen, but he didn't know what to call anyone else other than 'recruit'.

"oh, no. No, I'm nothing." Björn shook his head emphatically, "I just...have met su-...sen...shi. Sailors. And black things. I thought it was supposed to be very secret? I mean...I guess everyone has to eat. I'd just gotten the impression that it was too dangerous to go about always...showing. "

What does that even mean? Its obvious he's something or someone. Reticence of answers, for whatever reason just hearkened Obsidian's testing and airs. Björn looked at the waiter dolefully while the order was taken, but the guy's look back just said 'dude, you waved.' And the guy turned without any input to fulfill the tickets.


The strongman frowned mightily. "Are you going to kill me?"

"It is common men and women who suffer as collateral in wars of royalty."

He still had no idea what this guy was. A Kurma wasn't exactly a clarification. And it was apparently only what he went by sometimes. Björn furrowed his brow, but he didn't have much choice if he didn't want to be impolite.

Don't be rude to superiors without very good reason.

"Björn Guildson. You can...call me Björn. " Maybe this guy was mind talking or some such with a lot of other people or something likewise odd and glorious and belonging in Colin's science fiction shows. He seemed distracted anyway. "Are you in danger? You seem distracted."

If he was in danger, ordering cheesy fries seemed very odd. Not that he could deny anyone a right to want cheesy fries. They were delicious and amazing and involved cheese. If a battle was about to break out, though, cheesy fries really shouldn't be on the priority list compared to keeping all bodily limbs and pieces intact? Björn looked over at the door and the windows that shone out on the parking lot. There didn't appear to be any black things moving in the shadows. Not that he'd yet seen things as much a warning to the experiences he'd had so far.

Björn wasn't necessarily the greatest at remembering names or facts, but wouldn't that be a really big problem if you were someone actually involved in the war? Then the reminder clued in- he wasn't, so his name wasn't worth remembering. Not more than the time, date, or bill of cheesy fries. A passing happening, a passing meeting, a passing meal.

That small amount of what he considered normalcy calmed his nerves a little. "There's even a segment dedicated to it on the news. A lot of people have noticed."

"Being attacked by a black thing- I'm not going to rationalize it away. "

That was uncomfortable...the man was leaning a bit, and went for information first. "Obsidian said sailors will get rid of anyone who shows they know too much. I...know your, no, a name, Kurma. I don't want to die just yet. "

"How do I know I can trust you?" He. Opened both large hands palm up on the table in entreaty. "Do you know Obsidian?"
"Do you know Lady Pomona?"

"Those are the very same. Both of them."

He might not have met them, but he knew them. A pepper girl with her pepper planet and someone likely to kill people who's leader was likely to kill people.

"What have I learned...Not much really. That there are many sides. A Queen Metallia and a Moon Queen and A Princess. Sailor Sushi are from space and born here with their new bodies but old souls, " he didn't remember the applicable word. R-something. "The Negaverse is protecting earth from the Moon and the Sailors seem to just protect people from the black things. Pomona said there were some princesses that didn't seem interested in the Moon Princess, and that she wasn't either. So I'm not certain what the war is about, if it isn't Sovereignty of the Earth. Pomona didn't either. She mentioned Corruptions and Purifications, and she didn't seem to believe the Negaverse was fighting for Earth because someone was a knight of Mercury. "

Did that all come out confusing? It certainly came out as a torrent. He hoped it didn't.....confuse the fellow?