Welcome to Gaia! ::

Quenton had found that while much of the university had update security to keep up with the times, some of the historic buildings on campus were not so much a part of that. a quick visit to a haven he'd made in one, and he was able to power up unseen, sneak out unseen, and then flit quietly along through campus.

At least until he'd noticed there was a very definitive power signature near. REALLY near. On campus near. It felt like a clear note in his awareness, like Athene's presence had been. He supposed it was possible it could be Athene, or that girl from the mall. It felt strong like that. There was never harm in meeting and seeing what someone was up to, so curious he hurried from rooftop to rooftop until he found himself at a field atop the announcer's box. There was someone down there, bright presence in the dim. The uniform looked mostly ...pales...so he didn't think it was one of the dreaded mirror people. Thraen perked up from ma couched bunch behind the railing rim, stood up and waved down.

"Heloooooooooo? It's a little late to take in a game? Unless we're going to field a scrimmage team. " Which, thinking about it, seemed like it could be LOT of fun with super powers.

"I'll come down, " He called back, and followed the proclamation with a few quick hops that navigated down to the seats, the front rail, and last the field itself. "You're like Athens..." Athene's precise and proper name mixed in with the rest of his classical art studies.

She had wings clearly on her waist sash-bow thing. Not to mention music notes ALL over. On her leggings, on her sash, on her trim and choker, her earrings, even her tiara was a treble clef. Does she really go to war in a skirt like that ? And what were essentially ill-rumored height boots? Well don't mention about it, that's terribly rude. She didn't choose her uniform any more than any of the rest of us did. ballistic vests would do us all a load more good than all this ribbons and cinchers.

Ten-to-one odds her magic had something to do with music the same way he had something to do with plants. Living flowers all over him not-withstanding comment. But hers was a really nice colour scheme- gentle, gold olive and pale chartreuse liquor. "I'm Sailor Thraen. It's a pleasure. "

"Do you have much to worry about at your rank, stalking in the dark of the night?" The greater members of the court certainly didn't seem like they had nearly so much difficulty 'protecting the innocent' as it were. Leastwise not from Youma or Wraiths. Negaverse and blackened Senshi could be a different story, maybe.

"Like the Pleiades? Are a lot of us Roman and Greek influenced? The cat I talked to was named after Juventas- *********. Thraen....I don't think is anything. Not that I know of anyway. I hadn't thought to look it up...." Maybe he should. In the very least there wasn't any classical art covered in any of his classes covering anything or anyone with the name. "Well met, Maia."

"There's......higher rank than general? General was the third, highest listed...like Eternal was the third listed, ...in the Primer." He made a wing motion with his hands, like making a butterfly by interlocking thumbs and fluttering the fingers/palms of his hands as he said the senshi rank. Oh, dear. Maybe the Primer isn't very comprehensive. Or maybe it figures by the time anything that dire comes up, you'll be less of a greenhorn than I am. I don't like leaving it up to chance, though. What a gut turner.

"So if you're not taking in a game, why wait about in a field? You don't have to answer, I guess it's nosy. I'm new to the court, so....I'm trying to get out to meet everyone."

"Well...maybe everyone is a high goal. But as many as I can."

"I guess that would make for a ready connection if there are a group of you. Do you know the others?" What he really wanted to ask was if they were friends, but that seemed like prying. And really, just an awkward question in general. Hearing her say 'several years ago' made Thraen blink. This business had been going on for years already? How intimidating. "Have you been in many battles? Are there specific turfs? I know years ago with gang wars there were places you had to be careful what colour you wore, pending who claimed the land as theirs. Are there....Negaverse spots and White Moon spots? I heard from another senshi that there were patrols, but nothing determined by any...ruling power, so -to-speak....so it all seems....a disorganized sort of mess to have been lasting years already."

I hope it doesn't stay that way. Its no way to win a war. But if we're all following cats, maybe its no wonder. Neil Gaiman may have expressed it best - "I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time."

"I'll do my best to avoid any of that powerful sort then. " Hearing her general reasons for being out was a bit of a brighter point. Someone else on campus with some occasional regularity, then, keeping it safe from things that went bump in the night. "What sort of training, if you don't mind my asking?"

It was a second source, ominous as Athene's words, that said nothing promising of existing connections, friendships, alliances in the so called 'Court' of the Moon. He looked away, down the yards of the field into the dim, whispering to himself, "Its no court at all."

His attention was brought back with her mentions of sparring and training, her question. "Oh...well, of a sort. Figuring out my magic was a bit that way with ...Argir. But really, when its the nitty gritty ? I don't really know a thing about how to fight. "

"Not even as a kid. I was one of the weird kids no one talked to or messed with. Invisible." Still....mostly was. Excepting when he put himself forward, he just greyed as much as his clothes into the background. He hoped it hadn't been meant as some subconscious cosmic camouflage for self-preservation. If it was, he was blowing it with putting on his uniform at night. There was no missing any of them, even in the dark.

"I'd love a demonstration. Anything you have time for....anything at all. "

Get into a stance? STANCE. Its from the Middle English staunce or from Middle French estance both meaning position or posture. She wants me to ...take a posture? A specific one? I don't know any stances for fighting. I just said I've never done anything at all before. Maybe she doesn't grasp that...literally never a fight of any kind, not physical in any way whether I was five or fifteen.

But he couldn't just stand there like a lump either, because it was plain that just standing there wasn't what she meant by taking a specific position for fighting. So Thraen craned this way and that examining how she had changed how she was standing and tried to mirror it as best he could. "Is being unbalanced a big problem? What happens if you are?"

Thraen gave a slight grimace, noting his mistake. It was generous of her to reposition him, even if it was embarrassing to have just how much he sucked be so painfully clear. "I guess it's better my pride hurt now instead of my face later?"

"I'm lefthanded, but-" Saying he was a sculptor and used both enough to make it nearly a case of ambidexterity seemed too revealing and personal. "either will do I guess. "

"For completest sake then, " and he considered how she'd posed him and mirrored it to favor his left. It took some doing shifting feet slightly so that his balance was centered- she was almost of an eye level with him in her heels, but he wasn't wearing heels to put him on toe-balance. How did anyone do it? "Alright...relatively comfortable."

"That sounds like a good start."
"Have you encountered a lot of enemies? Does anyone know how many there are? It seems a little like a math equation. Take how many there are and factor in how big the city is to see what the chances are of getting jumped. Better chances if we're asking for it by trying to protect people."