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 Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 1:19 am
What once was a terrifying and agonizing experience, Avior now found that his being alone was a silent yet beautiful situation. Before finding his place among those with new souls, the calm and quiet around was painful. Every single thought that passed across his exhausted mind was laced with a poisonous twine made of self doubt and whispers of uselessness. He did not belong here. He was not made to exist in this place, this country, this very planet. He did not belong on his own destroyed rock either, for someone had the idea to exterminate every single last being there. Their lives meant nothing, nor did his own, for who was he to try to escape such a fate? The planet Avior did not deserve the right to live, and certainly neither the past sailor scout, for at the hands of his enemy his light flickered out before the war broke out.
Such toxic ideas began to drown him slowly, holding him under the water to the point where struggling seemed entirely useless. Kind words from his only friend nor the sweet, sincere words of the other White Moon senshi, nor the sweet smiling faces of the chibi’s he had encountered could pull him out of the gaping hole he had found himself in. All of his life, he had talked and talked and talked, not entirely bothering to listen to the world around him, and when he finally fell quiet, it was as if someone took a knife, driving it deep into his mind and twisting it like a key and releasing the emotions he had bottled up and hid away years and years ago.
At that point, he was no longer a smiling, excited boy, fascinated by the simplicity the world had to offer at times. The immenseness of the world felt like it was pushing down on his shoulders, and piled on top of that were the walls that belonged to the planet Avior, the walls of the small clay home from his childhood, and every single dust figure that he had found himself destroying back on that dusty planet. Faces frozen for a thousand years finally found their rest by Avior’s hand. There were so many of them.. Thousands that he must have taken care of, and thousands more he must have missed, but time had run out, and so and not far behind it was his will to carry on as he was.
Towards the end of his journey, the last thing that kept him moving from day to day was the idea of the end of the old Avior. He would be reset, with a life and name and dreams all carved out by his own hand. No longer would he be the pretty ‘exotic’ trophy child rescued from a small village in India. There would be no more parties or expeditions or scheduled day to day activities with no image of his mother or father in his mind. When was the last time he had even seen those two in the same place at once? Such things did not matter now, for his prince and his knight were there now. His new family who welcomed him wholeheartedly and his prince.. That wonderful sweet prince knew just how to guide him through it all.
The warm hands of his prince lead him through the mirrors with a touch so gentle and reassuring despite just how terrified he was. If there was any pain from the experience, Avior could not remember it. Only falling into the warm, waiting arms of his prince after his baptism. And then there he stood, reborn in clothing of darkness, and that very surge of power within him forced him to face the strength that had resided deep within him. Having become one of the Dark Mirror Court as an Eternal Senshi, he was expected to do so much more than the others who came in as newly awakened senshi...
And now where was he? Standing alone in his room, light-hearted and ever so puzzled before a large antique mirror that had come into his possession a the day after his defection. Though powerful, in all honesty he was but a fledgling in the Court, and a slight uncertainty still lingered in his mind. The members of his new court that he had met thus far were kind and welcoming, but Avior wondered if they questioned his motives, if they found him trustworthy since he did not originate with him. He could not risk letting them down, not when his prince had allowed him to join them without a single node of hesitation. Yet here he stood in front of this mirror, gazing at the golden eye boy who stood before it. How could something that was once so mundane intimidate him as much as it did now? Was he to run through? Was the experience supposed to be immediate? Was there supposed to be some sort of notice of where he was heading?
Unfortunately for him, mirrors did not come with directions, none that would be directed towards someone like him. At least with being alone no one could see him silently struggle with the steps that would have to be taken to master such an ability as walking through mirrors. So far, there were two things that he found difficulty with. The first, at what speed should he move at to enter the baffling and ever changing mirror space? The second, where in the world were mirrors that could be conceivably large enough for him to walk through? The only one that came immediately to his mind, and that was located in his old home, in the new, dazzling white mansion up in the mountains. There was no way in all of the hells that existed that he was going to return to that home. Gripping and sorting through the images that came across his mind, Avior finally came to a mirror that he recognized from his ventures out about the town during warmer weather. Decision made, there was nothing left to do except to take the first step.
Fascinatingly enough, the decision to run head first into the mirror did not result in its shattered remains being sprawled out around them or a trip to the hospital for the golden-eyed boy. Not a single scratch came to his small, slight frame! Yet as soon as he entered the mirror, he came flying out of the one he had been focusing at nearly the same speed as he had entered into it with. It seemed that this new persona of his enjoyed colliding with strangers as this was not the first time since his defection that it had occurred. Scrambling backwards up against the mirror he had come crashing out of, away from the one who had been standing so close to it initially, Avior gave him a semi-apologetic smile, words rushing forth from his lips faster than his could have stopped them.
“Oh Geez, oh crap, I’m sorry, Are you alright? I didn't realize just how fast I was going! I suppose no one would expect a person to suddenly pop through the mirror!” His eyes took in the svelte figure’s look, feeling the chaos radiating off of them, though in a small dosage. That was a good sign, right? But surely the man was cold in such clothing.
Strickenized Tell me if this is all alright, if anything needs to be changed. I just also realized that Avior and Adonis both have something incommon with the fact that they both left home at 16.
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 1:52 pm
With the festering idea that he could conceivably further his own wealth by using his alter ego to murder and afterward reap the benefits, Adrian lost sleep at an alarming pace. Dark circles soon left his eyes hooded and sunken, which both angered and petrified the blonde; was he truly losing sleep to the possibility of a get-rich-quick scheme? Adrian knew he could perpetuate his own workload - he could decide how they die for ease of cleanup, and who dies should he feel the need to play god. Still, the fact that he felt so at ease with this idea stirred a pit of guilt in his stomach. Often he wondered if his sense of morality was the only obstruction to an onslaught of crime for his own gains.
Now listless and increasingly unnerved, Adrian donned the visage of Adonis in search of some means to burn off the rotten energy that desperately kept him awake. He wondered if he strayed too far to ask for forgiveness - if by embarking on the act of draining energy barred him from salvation. Additionally, far more comfortable with that potential outcome than he would've liked; if he suffered eternal damnation for his actions, he wouldn't recant them.
But Adrian was never terribly religious, so Adonis figured his considerations for the metaphysical as a product of exhaustion and uncommonly cold air. Despite living in Pennsylvania for so long, he still hadn't grown accustomed to freezing half to death in the winter. And given the light dusting of snow on the ground, he expected his legs to sting from the cold long before he found his way home. Already he felt the goosebumps rise on his exposed skin, and he wondered how dreadfully fast his temperature might fall in these conditions. He never liked cleaning up after hypothermia.
Adonis never left his apartment at night, given his propensity to get obscenely lost without the light of day to indicate direction. As a result, the landscape loomed as strangers did, curious and peculiar and utterly petrifying at times. New fallen snow deadened the ambient noise, surprisingly enough, and sent Adonis straining for even some meager scraps of conversation to form an adequate beacon. He needed to visit the more metropolitan areas of the city, far more than simply taking to the shadows and perusing rooftops as the commonly accepted modus operandi for his peers. The blonde was aware that meandering through the streets would surely call attention to himself, but the urge to stick around areas laden with people overwhelmed the potential for danger.
Until he felt lightning spark his mind in a both sizzling and utterly overwhelming jolt. Someone lingered nearby, and that someone possessed power so great and terrifying that the blonde quickly abandoned his plan and scrambled in the opposite direction - a complete and utter abandonment of the grace he trained into himself.
Looking pretty never paralleled the value of his life.
His fleeting sprint through surroundings unknown to him petered off once he realized that the signature no longer taunted his mind and his current location reeked of unfamiliarity. Trees hovered over him with imposing, jutting branches, casting iniquitous little shadows atop unbroken snow. It didn't take much time for Adonis to realize that few people visited this area since the last storm, as only a smattering of old footprints remained. Even so, the continual snowfall made quick work of their remnants. And as Adonis watched the diligence of the steady drift, a few stray flakes lighted on his exposed skin and melted away to unconscionably cold droplets. He shivered, but something far more ominous drew his attention.
A mirror lingered in the middle of the forest, nearly obscured - and he realized that no one could've glimpsed it from the park not far from him, which contributed to its suspicious appearance. It stood at a grand height, full length and even taller than himself, complete with an ornate gold leaf frame that wore its weathering well. What he only guessed was silver stood out beneath the thinning plating - but perhaps even stranger was the fact that the mirror's surface lacked a single smudge. Here it stood, in the middle of a forest, yet not even a wild animal's nose print clouded the glass. So did the wildlife know to avoid it too?
Slowly Adonis approached the mirror, for his attention was drawn to the reflection therein. He never glimpsed himself in his powered attire, and a few choice elements stood out as too shocking to avoid. Gaping holes yawned from his head and chest, with one displaying the shimmering red starseed he studied many an idle patrol. The remainder of his uniform followed that same unnerving vein, sporting what looked like skin nailed to his belts and a skirt composed of a similar material. He couldn't recognize the fabric, but it didn't feel like skin. And as his eyes finally drifted upward once more, past the metal ring framing the dark hole in his chest, Adonis finally made eye contact with himself. His tired eyes watched with equal interest, though strangely they shifted to gold almost instantaneously.
Suddenly the image in the mirror changed, and someone slammed into him with enough force to drive him into the snow. The blonde groaned with the cold easily creeping into his bones but he forced himself to his feet as quickly as possible. However, some of the snow already soaked into his uniform - the sarong framed his legs with the familiar heaviness of damp cloth. Afterward Adonis ran a hand through his hair to correct the tousled mess and brushed off what remaining snow clung to his uniform. Only after he was finally satisfied with his appearance did he regard the one who knocked him on his a**.
And the boy was surprisingly short. He looked about a foot smaller than the blonde, though he possessed a far stronger aura to him than most of the other corrupted senshi he met. But... He wasn't a corrupt, was he? Bereft of holes and sporting black feathery wings rather than bat wings, the animated youth clashed with all his preconceived notions of a Negaverse senshi.
Finally Adonis realized he was staring and never quite answered the boy. With a couple blinks to clear the thoughts from his mind, Adonis combed his hair behind his ear absently while he spoke. "Yes, of course, I'm fine, thanks. Sorry, I was a little caught up in how different you look compared to my peers. You're not a Negaverse senshi, are you?" He felt altogether unnatural as well, as if the youth did not belong to this dimension - a harrowing consideration. He still felt chaotic, though... Maybe that was enough to offset his budding suspicions.
"Oh, where are my manners?" With a practiced smile, he segued into an introduction. "I am Adonis, senshi of skin. Who might you be, and how did you manage to come barreling through the mirror like that?"Cooro Cooro your start is fine, and you are correct - he left his dad's care at sixteen, so they have at least that much in common.
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 12:01 pm
Such staring was met with golden eyes gazing right back at him, slightly confused and mostly worried. What was with the Senshi he had come across recently, exposing so much of their skin in the cold such as this.. He was blessed, surely, with warm, fur-lined clothing, and with the only skin left to the elements was from the neck up. Though when the warm summer sun came, he might be left to suffer as these other Senshi are now. Then again, with the winter, clothing was far easier to put on, compared to summer, when only so much you can take off without being charged with public indecency. Could Senshi uniforms even be removed? Avior had never bothered to find out; what reason did he need to take of his clothing anyway? No matter how cut up or battered or shredded they became, the next time he powered up, they were pristine once again.
But the staring! How uneasy it made the boy feel, being studied from head to toe by this stranger in a dress. He wasn't like the massive Lieutenant he lived with, there was no comfort found in his size, no sense of protection that came off of him. No, it seemed like he was weak, with the only advantage the other had over Avior was height. ... Who was he kidding? He was most certainly a meek individual when it came to fighting, favoring to flee than to fight, so what could he speak of weakness an strength. The size of their auras were simply incomparable in his opinion, however. This individual before him had an aura that was chaotic, in a familiar way as Vespa, so maybe he, too, was a Negaverse Senshi. If not the aura, then the gaping holes on him was a dead give away.
As soon as the word 'different' was stressed, the young Senshi's eyes narrowed, immediately thinking about the color of his skin and his accent, though the later was not mentioned by Adonis. He was already plenty sensitive about how he looked, how he felt being the way he was, being born darker skinned, and raised as an adopted child in a world to which he did not naturally belong. To have some stranger bring up such things immediately upon their meeting sent a prickling sensation of insecurity and indignation up the young one's spine, and another step was taken backwards, his lips readying words of extreme exasperation.
That was until the other continued on. Oh. OH. Oh. No, no he was not a Negaverse Senshi, and he calmed down just as quickly as he angered, left now feeling more relaxed and less abrasive as he was going to be, even smiling now. How foolish he had been to have quickly assumed such a thing!
"No, I am not. I am a Dark Mirror Senshi. My name is Avior, Senshi of Walls. To travel through mirrors is the way of my faction, what we are designed to do." Though his unfamiliarity with doing so was to be ignored at the moment. Strong he may be, he honestly had little idea of how he was to proceed in half the things he was to do since he defected. Not that Adonis had any business knowing such things.
"What were you doing standing before the mirror? I have hardly seen anyone besides the Dark Mirror Court interested in this mirror before. I thought it was rather well hidden, to be honest." His own studying of the male had noticed just how tired the other seemed to be. Maybe he, too, was under the distress of that first rank of Senshi, of being a fledgling in a world that was so very difficult to understand. The pain and despair and frustration of the world around him, of a war he wanted no part of, had drawn him so very close to the edge for such a long time, yet it plagued no longer, in it's place were kind words and thoughts, and a longing for peace for everyone. Avior slid even more back into his typical words and actions, his shoulders relaxing, and his expression shifting back into the genuine smile that he wore on a regular basis.
"Excuse me for saying this, but you seem rather exhausted and undoubtedly cold. Were you headed somewhere in particular to relax? I just made it worse by knocking you down, so if there's anything I can do to help you, please, let me know." Though what place he had to offer, well, there were food places nearby, and there was the way back through the mirror where he had came. The only places he knew of, though, was the large mirror in his own bedroom, and the mirrors in the antique store where he had purchased his own. That would be an alright place to go, right? It should have been late enough where everything was shutting down.. A warm drink did sound amazing right about now, and if the other were to power down, he could have his whatever he had on beforehand instead of such a revealing and thin uniform.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 11:14 pm
"I've never heard of a Dark Mirror Senshi before. Well, I have, but I've never actually seen one." And they differed greatly from what he was used to. In a quick scan of the boy's petite frame, Adonis speculated on which additions to his uniform might be intrinsic to his court, and which were more individualized flairs. After a few seconds, he conceded defeat; he had no damned clue what separated a Dark Mirror Senshi's outfit elements from the next one. "You don't have any holes. That's a nice touch." More of an overwhelming improvement, really.
Adonis offered a dismissive shrug to his previous statements, blonde hair falling across his face in ordered chaos. "Anyway, this mirror, here..." Should he really explain the harrowing presence of an enemy senshi as the reason he discovered it? Probably not - wouldn't do much good to emasculate himself in front of a stranger, especially one that they weren't allied with anymore. Maybe the Dark Mirror Court felt strongly, even retaliatory, about it. "I was out to the park a while ago because of my job. CTS decon stuff, pretty gruesome. Anyway someone died on the patio of a house not far from here, so I got the call to come clean it up." He hadn't lied, either; the call pertained to a young male sans identification who fell through the roof and died of exsanguination. Not his favorite death to clean up, either.
If he remembered correctly, there was little need to use the wet vacuum. The blood essentially coagulated to the consistency of jelly, and he spent the better part of an hour shoveling it into HAZMAT bags. Those bags must still be sitting in their refrigerated containers; last he checked, the company hadn't met the minimum volume requirement to dispose of biohazards yet.
Adonis found it eerie to consider if that blood belonged to someone he knew, someone he was allies with or someone who remained his enemy. At least he knew it wasn't someone he killed. Nevertheless, Adonis returned to his crafted explanation, shoulders a little tenser from his earlier considerations. "Sometimes I power up and come back to the places I've worked - to study how well I did the job, I guess. It's relieving to know they decided to tear down their old patio flooring, since it's got a major hole in it now, and redo it. But that doesn't have much to do with your question, does it?" Adonis offered an apologetic smile as he kicked at the snow lightly.
"Since I stopped by, I just... started wandering. Been getting a little listless lately. Anyway, the moonlight caught this mirror, and I had to know why in heavens there was some floor-length mirror just sitting around near the park. I thought about just venturing off with it, but I decided to check if it was some weird gimmick instead. Enter one lovely Dark Mirror senshi, and here I am." The long-winded explanation, though a little thin in spots, did cost him quite a bit of escaping body heat. As the senshi already vocalized, his regrettably thin outfit offered little protection against the frigid temperatures.
The Skin Senshi rubbed his hands together briskly before conforming them around his neck. They felt warm; a bad sign. "If you'd be so kind, maybe you could lead me through that mirror? I'd like to know where you came from; it's got to be warmer than here." Additionally he might find out how the youth managed to spring through the mirror in the first place. Adonis pried one hand from his desperately cold neck and touched the mirrored surface tentatively; it felt solid enough. So how did this slip of a senshi manage to spring through it?
This world was still so full of questions for him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 11:12 am
"Really? I'd like to think we're a bit of a mysterious group, keeping ourselves quiet and out of sight for the most part. Not actively though, it just happens to come off that way. I personally don't really hide; though my leaders have plans of their own, I suppose I have my own ideas as well, though that's not important at the moment. I must agree though, that is one of the reasons why the Dark Mirror Court was far more appealing to me than the Negaverse. Why would I want to have someone place a hole in my chest and my forehead? It's like they are placing some sort of warranty on me, I think. Easy access to your star seed if you were to suddenly think that this wasn't the place for you."
Avior backed up against his mirror, not in fear of it, but to lean against it, making sure that it was solid. As cold and hard it was pressed up against his back, it provided a more stable way for him stand. There was no need for him to end up flat on his back in front of this man because he was careless enough to slip on ice. After going over his thoughts for a moment, he quickly held up his hands, giving a slightly nervous chuckle, more at himself than anything else.
"Forgive me, that most likely came off as rude! I meant nothing by it except for my own reasoning. I rather enjoy the company of a few Negaverse Lieutenants. In fact, I live with one, due to a recent.. Change in affiliation which resulted in me needing to go on my own." And it would be further rude to comment on the overall viciousness that came with those he had met as a White Moon Senshi. No, bygones be bygones; there was no reason at all to bring up such things. He was on mainly neutral territory in his mind, now, so he should act as such!
At the mention of decontamination things, he seemed to stand up straighter, a bit more invested in the conversation than he had been a moment ago. A person who actually did such work was right before him! Holding back his excitement, he attempted to speak without showing too much eagerness for the subject.
"Crime scene cleanup, right? I've seen a few shows about it, since recently I've found myself with a ridiculous amount of free time. I'm not exactly the least squeamish person in the world, so I've been watching alot of Investigation Discovery, that channel on cable that's all about crime things. I've seen some.. Some rather sickening things up close, and I don't want to freak out like I did the first time I saw it, you know? What use am I do my organization if every time something gruesome happens I collapse in on myself? Granted, television isn't at all the real thing, so I can't even imagine what it's like. But to be completely unmoved by it would be a sign of losing humanity, I think."
Avior could not quite understand what was with all of these older Senshi flirting with him as of recent. Did he seem more approachable now that he wasn't a sniveling little wretch curled up on the ground? Or were all of them still just as lecherous out of uniform as they were in? Or were they searching for something, a way to get close to someone to use them for a later purpose? Eeeh, either way, Avior would not allow himself to be manipulated like that.
"Well, lovely as I am, where I came from would be my home, and as a stranger, I don't think I'd be showing you that right off the bat, now would I? But I know of another place we can go. It's rather empty now, but it has essentials in it still. One of those show houses, you know? Full during the day, empty during the night, and the kitchen has the basics, coffees, teas, some hot chocolate, and a few snacks too that I hid myself there. And heat, that's the important thing, right? The is a whole wall of a mirror, so I think we can get there rather easily. Once there, maybe we could find out just why you are so listless. Though small I may be, I'd like to think that I'm useful not only as a weapon, but as a venting ear." Pushing off of the mirror and taking a few steps away from it, he turned to the Skin Senshi, offer out his gloved hand which leaked out warmth. It seemed that no matter how cold it felt around him, his body remained consistently warm. Whether or not that was because of his aura or just some reminiscent trait that came from having the blood of the people from Avior, he did not know, but at times like these it proved more useful than not.
"Shall we go then? I suggest walking rather than running this time, personally. You'll never know when you'll have another accidentally like this one. Not that it was such a terrible thing, mind you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:29 am
Adonis cocked an eyebrow at the far shorter boy. Was he being serious or did he blatantly ignore the holes made entirely obvious by the blonde's outfit? Maybe the boy had something against the Negaverse by now, as many operated under the same presumptions. "Maybe you didn't know, but you don't need a hole in your chest for someone to rip out your starseed." Despite his good intentions, the blonde could not stymie all of the irritation from seeping into his voice. He curled a fist against his hip before he continued. "And I don't think their first intention is to shatter your chest, either. Besides, the holes go away when you lose the uniform." But persuasion seemed pointless; Avior already sounded at home with the Dark Mirror Court.
Besides, Adonis knew so little of his faction beyond their quotas and the structural hierarchy behind ranks. Surely he understood the Negaverse at a superficial level, as what was offered in the handbooks, but beyond that he found himself floundering for answers. And what if other factions had the same problem?
Adonis only shrugged in a partially flamboyant manner to his new acquaintance's apology. "None taken." He froze before entirely shirking the gesture, interest sparked once more. "But what do you mean by 'change in affiliation'? You weren't part of the Dark Mirror Court before?" Plenty of senshi he met previously mentioned an ability to cleanse the Chaos energy, which would've left him a typical White Moon senshi as far as he surmised. Was Avior talking of a similar act? Could the Dark Mirror Court induct other senshi into their ranks just like the Negaverse could? Adonis knew so little of this mysterious third faction.
Finally allowing his hands to drop, Adonis began pacing around the mirror as a means to generate a little warmth. Normally interest in his job sparked a great discourse on the complexities behind his work, but dropping body temperature afforded little leeway there. He laughed, though it felt tinged with a shiver. "I can't imagine how much they show of it, since I'm not partial to the TV myself. But the moment when you look at a scene like that and you don't feel anything is the moment you should quit. The job needs a tolerance toward the gruesome and a sense of empathy for the survivors. You can't... afford to lose your humanity and keep the job." And Adrian often wondered if he was steadily losing his tolerance or steadily losing his empathy.
Adonis stopped dead in his tracks and regarded the boy incredulously. He heard a host of different, difficult to swallow concepts during his time in the Negaverse, but never something so preposterous as living in a mirror. "You live in there?" He asked, gesturing toward the ornate looking glass. "You literally live in a mirror? So you just, what, pop in there and brush your teeth?" Maybe the cold was getting to him, but the idea sounded laughable at best. "I only asked because I had no idea where you came from, and hopefully a mirror is a little warmer than this winter wonderland, here, and a lot closer than any open business I know of." Granted he hadn't spent much time wandering about the place. Still, the other senshi must've had some experience with the outlying areas, else he wouldn't have offered his hand.
And it was gloved well enough, so what was the harm? At least one hand wouldn't freeze off in his trek back to civilization. Even if the comment about walking and running sounded a little displaced, given that Avrio was the one to slam into him. "Of course, but I'm pretty good with walking in snow."Cooro Cooro oh adonis, welcome to mirrorwalking.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:11 pm
"I assure you, I know. I've had it done to me before. It was just a doltish comment that was a reflection of a slight bitterness I used to harbor for such a thing happening. But curious thing about being part of this court now, Neither Negaverse, nor most of those White Moon Court members attack you without reason. It's rather pleasant, I've found."
Avior could not help but laugh at how confused the other was in reaction to the mirror talk. Disregarding the questions about his previous alliances, as well as the further mention of the other's work for the moment, he found himself compelled to answer the other questions first.
"No, no, I think you misunderstand me. I don't LIVE in the Mirror Space. Think of it as.. A Short cut, in which one can linger in place if they know how to. But, we are not lingering, we're going from point A to point B. Point B being a mansion." With that, and a little willingness, Avior tugged Adonis' hand, leading him through the mirror.
The shifting, twisting space within the mirror was seen for only a few seconds, for even at this pace of slowly walking, Avior did not understand how to stop completely. With his destination set in mind, and a swift turn right, the exit was prompt and far more smooth than the previous one. Not one to cling, the hand was released swiftly, and Avior made to the light switch in the empty hallway where they found themselves.
Ah.. The familiarity of this place brought bittersweet thoughts across the boy's mind.. How long had it been since this place was full of life? It seemed that as soon as he left, the rest of the old occupying family left as well. Nothing remained of the old residents. Yet this place was still well kept, an open house during the day, a secluded sanctuary at night time. Of course the wealthy sellers of the home could afford to keep the heat and lighting on at all times, so surely the rather thinly dressed male could find himself warming up in a short amount of time.
"And there you go. Walking through mirror space. Not quite what you were expecting, hrm? It certainly isn't anything like I had imagined when I first tried coming through to a destination. This is an old mansion that is now a show house in one of the rich parts of town. Such a place is always free to explore once night falls, especially when you can get inside without triggering any alarms." Avior motioned with his hand for the other to follow him as he rounded the corner of the hallway, into the kitchen he had memorized being there. It was a shame he never took the time to learn to cook when he did live here.
"I do think I recall you asking about my change in affiliation, and I wouldn't mind sitting down, discussing it, but first, would you like anything warm to drink? Despite the emptiness of this house, there are a few amenities hidden away."
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 4:15 pm
To pass through the mirror felt like immersing himself in water, cool water, yet without fully touching it. Maybe something prevented the mirror from entirely soaking him - he wasn't fully sure, for as soon as the sensation of near-suspension faded, an entirely different realm presented itself.
From what Adonis could discern, a strange blank space unfolded behind the mirror, but he wasn't sure of its dimensions or furnishings. The two hadn't progressed so quickly through the mirrorspace that he could not adequately processed what he saw, but... From what he gleaned, the space shifted constantly - both in dimension and in decoration. What was once a chair at a simple desk became a stack of chairs atop that same desk, and what was once wood became metal and reverted to wood again before succumbing to plastic. And what was plastic disappeared entirely, only to materialize as a wall clock. As an outsider, Adonis deduced no rhyme or reason to the eternally shifting realm, just... A strange silence accompanied by these endless, shifting elements.
The Skin Senshi could not linger, as much as he hoped to, for his Dark Mirror companion tugged him through the twisting expanse of mirrorspace and back through mirrored waters for an entirely different landscape - one bereft of snow and biting cold. Adonis welcomed the change, initially, for he no longer worried about a mild case of hypothermia or pneumonia when he came home, but this new and gaudy venue proved a little much for his senses. No trace of pictures or photographs hung on the wall, not even the holes where a nail once held a frame. Even the walls sported touchup paint where the patchwork must've been, and Adonis only noticed it through extensive use of such tactics himself.
Adonis reached toward the wall while he listened to Avior's words, focused on finding the patchwork from the previous owners' memories. Idly he brushed along the surface before his fingers settled on an unusually smooth patch on the textured sheetrock. "I didn't have any expectations for walking through mirrors. It's not something I thought actually happened. Maybe it was a little foolish to write it off, since we have kids jumping buildings or monsters around every corner. Little naïve, huh?" Adonis offered a light laugh, but he wasn't focused on poking fun at himself. He considered it no fault of his own to have never conceptualized mirrorwalking.
"The patchwork in this place - house? Museum? - anyway, it's not the best, but it's so extravagant in here that I doubt anyone's going to pick at the walls, let alone go through the cupboards." To prove his point, Adonis pointed to the various ceiling and crown moulding detail before sweeping an arm toward the equally ornate cupboard work. "Where I'm from, we had a lot of carpenters - I can't really imagine what they'd think of this." Though he could - likely a lot of chiding for overindulgence, and they'd unanimously balk at the amount of extraneous elements present. But Adonis always drew toward the expressive, such as houses like these, so he elected to quash any further mention of his initial home.
Shifting subjects, Adonis passed the shorter senshi and squeezed his shoulder in a show of goodwill before approaching one of the cupboards to rifle its contents. "Your trick with the mirrors must be pretty handy for places like this. So you can just hop into a mirror anywhere and come out wherever you please? I wouldn't mind slipping through a few mirrors to get around the city and skirt some senshi." Double entendre aside. Locating a tin of hot chocolate mix, Adonis popped it open and sniffed the contents. He never showed much love for Swiss Miss, but whoever kept the place stocked spared no expense - a more obscure brand adorned the canister's label, complete with the obligatory 'no hydrogenated products' and 'all natural ingredients'.
"I'm gonna take a stab in the dark and say that ability's exclusive to your court, isn't it? I've heard of Negaverse agents teleporting, and neat as it sounds, I haven't seen it done yet. I've been around enough to get assigned a quota and meet it without fail, but it still feels like I just got thrown into the mix, you know? Real different, this senshi business. I'm not sure I like the violence behind it either." The blonde senshi blew on the tips of his fingers before shaking them out to remove any excess cocoa powder. "Are there any pans around here, Avior?" Leaning against the counter, the taller senshi pointed toward the tin still balanced atop one hand.Cooro Cooro oh adonis i will characterize you properly someyear
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:49 pm
"Naive... No, I don't think that's quite it. Words fail me right now, but I know the feeling. My thoughts were the same when I came running through. What on Earth convinced me that running was the best idea is lost on me." Maybe it would have been better if he had asked his prince before they parted on the more specifics of how now being a Dark Mirror Senshi worked. Mirror walking, the little wisps or wraiths that hid in the shards he kept attached to his belt. Being as high powered as he was, maybe the prince thought that he didn't need any additional guidance. He was a smart boy after all, through proof of the thoughtfulness he had put into his defection.
As Adonis went about, pointing out the littlest details of his old home, Avior maintained a neutral expression, curious about it all as during his time here he hardly spent any time outside of his room and the old crystalline music room. A curious thought that, for some reason, that place might still be here, still be a peculiar place for him to go and wander into at some point lingered in the back of his mind. But those people who were once his adoptive people were far too vain, far too lingering on riches that something so precious would have hardly been left behind. What did it matter anyway? They were far gone now, possibly far to the West to escape the pointing fingers from the other socialites that lived in this area. To have a child run away from the extravagance and luxury they lived in to go back to the monks they were raised with must certainly look 'terrible'. The hand on his shoulder brought him back from his runon thoughts, however.
"Where I'm from.. Yeah, they would agree with your people. There's a charm and warmth in simplicity and coziness if you ask me. But a hideout is a hideout for now, I suppose." Since the other seemed to rummage through the food cabinets, he took this opportunity to pull up one of the stools to sit on and watch him move about. Even with the additional couple of inches, Avior still did not come close to the same height as the blonde boy before him.
"Yes and no.. It's unrealistic to think I could just pop through a small compact mirror. Our bodies don't morph like some sort of jello after all. Well, I guess it could, but that would be messy." Well, we are the Dark MIRROR Court. Who else would have mirrors? The words almost left his tongue, but he instead chose to hop down from the excessively tall stool to grab the pan that Adonis asked for, placing it down before him, along with handing him long wooden spoon to mix it with.
"You don't know how right you are when it comes to being real different. Being thrown into this war with no knowledge as to what you're supposed to be doing. I take it you were awakened directly from the Negaverse, right?" Avior took his seat again, leaning forward on his elbows with his chin propped up on his hands.
"I defected from then White Moon Court, originally. It was just too much. No leader, no one who knew what exactly was going on.. Bloody cats going around and awakening everyone they could get their little paws on, even children! And then being attacked by the Negaverse. No offense, my dearest friend right now is a Lieutenant from your ranks, but there were some insane people I met on my journey. People who would reach in and squeeze your star seed just to see you SQUIRM. Or hunt you down even though you want nothing but peace, snapping arms and legs for fun. And taking all the additional aggression on civilians, killing and maiming when I've learned first hand that the energy you need to gather does not require such pain.. It was as if the Negaverse Agents I met were mad dogs, foaming at the mouth with a deep rooted desire to hurt people, not serve their Generals or what not. Certainly your leaders don't tell you to go and 'torture people'. Do they?" The associates Avior had in the Negaverse never spoke of their generals, of the ones who lead them and give them their tasks. Just that they needed energy, for what purpose, he did not know. Having once been quiet, Avior's passion for the subject brightened him up instantly, and he became animated in his spiel. Maybe a hint of bitterness could be detected towards those individuals whose actions he had been a witness too, but for the most part it was simple confusion.
"I was told before that the goals of the Negaverse is to expel Senshi from the Earth. But what does that have to do with so much death? It's more as if there is just an excuse for the more insane to prey on the weak. At the same time, there are Senshi from both of the other courts who are the same. Maybe whoever it is that awakens us simply looks for the more insane to cause 'excitement'."
Strickenized And one day Avior will learn not to talk so much.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:16 am
"My people? That's cute." Adonis offered a laugh, as the senshi's words conjured an image of the typical Native American tribe - a people who saw more use out of separation than his family ever did. Giving an easy shrug, the blonde concurred with his statements. "Someone once taught me to use the environment to my advantage, and this looks like the right type of use to me."
Adonis easily slipped the pot from the counter and held it beneath the sink faucet. Using the wooden spoon to manipulate its handle, Adonis watched with idle interest as the pot started to fill with water. "It makes sense that you can't just jump into a compact and expect to disappear. Physics really do apply, hmm?" Absently he twirled the spook between his fingers, much like an old baton. "With all this magical s**t around, it still surprises me that the laws of physics haven't been broken too badly yet." Teleportation aside.
Once he gauged a proper sixteen ounces of water, practiced from years of cooking for himself, Adonis set the pot atop a burner and set the stove to high. Measuring hot cocoa without so much as a spoon to sift with proved a bit more difficult, but he wouldn't have to worry about that for now. Instead he tapped the sides of the cocoa tin more musically, as if working out a melody he only barely remembered. "Yes, more or less - an agent dropped by with a talking cat, and... Well, it wasn't quite a consensual thing, but I wasn't entirely against it either. Kinda strange how it worked out, and it's still pretty strange to work with the Negaverse, but it isn't so bad. The White Moon are just damn strange in how they like to approach me, though." Relaxing into a friendly presence, Adonis abandoned the use of heavily curbed phrases. Avior seemed easy enough to get along with, even if he had his old grudges with the blonde's faction.
Hell, Adonis had his own bones to pick with some of his fellow officers.
The blonde abandoned his tapping routine in favor of curling a fist to his cheek, where he rested against it while listening to Avior's tale. Nodding gently at the appropriate times, Adonis indicated his present interest throughout the story. At the end he palmed the counter firmly before straightening up. "As much as I like you, hon, it's a damn shame you consider most of our officers as insane. I know I don't understand everything about the Negaverse, there's no way I can, but I can't believe that my peers would attack people for no reason. You're aware that we have to gather energy, and maybe a few of them resort to violence just to get that energy, but to write them off as insane or mad dogs isn't something I want to hear. I've never heard a command to torture or kill someone before, and likewise, I've never seen any officer kill a civilian. I don't expect to. s**t, I don't even want to."
Adonis huffed out of exasperation for confrontation. "Look, it's obvious enough that you don't like the Negaverse. You defected from the White Moon, and the Dark Mirror Court isn't exactly ally status anymore. But if you really think the Negaverse intends to expel all senshi from the earth, ask yourself why you're not getting attacked. Why I'm even a part of it. Maybe they're just looking to protect people, and gathering energy helps with that. There's more than enough rules floating around their handbooks to warn us against harming civilians, and like I said before... I've never heard of a kill order for unaffiliated people. Besides, would you really want to piss off political relations by calling your former allies insane?" If the senshi before him lived with a lieutenant, then he must've been aware that they regularly reported to their superiors. Even if the boy offered his hideout, his faction stood a little closer to him than a stranger offering some warmth from the algid weather.
But that did not stop Adonis from feeling a twinge of guilt toward defending himself when he wasn't directly attacked. Instead, the blonde gravitated toward the pot once more to watch the water come up to a simmer, not quite to boil yet. "Sorry, I shouldn't have gotten carried away like that. You had your time with the White Moon, and it sounds bad enough, but I've just never seen that kind of behavior before." And he wondered if he could live with it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 11:21 pm
"Hey, listen, I didn't say every Negaverser I met was like that. You're not like that. Vespa wasn't like that, though it's hard for me to even think about him anymore. And the Alliance came and went before I was even part of this faction. What purpose it served, I don't know, but what I can say was that I have friends on every side, and I don't think I care about this war all that much anymore. People are dying, hurting, and I want to be part of a way to stop it." Maybe it was time to switch subjects before all sorts of conflict came from this situation. Though Adonis felt considerably weaker than he did, there was nothing stopping the man from picking up that hot pan and hitting him with it. And as far as Avior could tell, his uniform was not heat proof. Or water proof. Or searing hot metal proof. And maybe it came off as him backing off with his tail between his scrawny little legs, but he honestly didn't care what he came off as, not in that method anyway.
"It's fine, in the end. Every group that exists in the universe always have those few people who wish to break another. But anyways, and this is very much me changing the subject, but as a thought.. Before I defected, I was able to go to my home planet a few times. Are you able to do it? The other Nega Senshi I've met weren't quite able to, so I don't know if you could either. "
Strickenized I'm sorry, this post is total crap. I didn't know what to have Avior say on the topic anymore that wouldn't cause a fight
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:35 pm
Adonis leaned against the counter with a sigh and ran a few fingers through his hair. His ivory gaze settled on Avior, who laid out diffusive reasoning behind his earlier explanations. Expression softening, he realized Avior had a point - everyone suffers in a war, something he recognized long before this one, but more importantly, everything shifts. Alliances shift. Dark Mirror Senshi shift through mirrors. Negaverse agents shift through space. Senshi everywhere shift between civilian and powered forms. This war was constantly evolving, so what hope was there for an end? As if a transient entity, the war threatened to stretch for ages.
"Avior," he began, but the growing boil drew his attention. With a small exclamation, Adonis hastily estimated the proper amount of hot cocoa mix to dump into the pan, and soon began to stir the mixture vigorously. After banking the heat down, he continued. "Before we dump that subject, I never thought the war was a great idea. I didn't know what I was agreeing to when I joined, and I still don't entirely have the whole picture. I figure half of what they're telling me is BS and the other half are some kind of weird brainwashing attempt, but actually having these abilities is pretty damn neat. I mean, who else gets to say they've jumped to the top of a building, or used magic?" Adonis spread his arms outward in a smug grin, his indications easily apparent. "No matter what, there's gonna be death. Someone will die, someone will hate someone else, infighting happens.
"A while ago, I heard we're all from dead civilizations. I've never been to any home planet, and I'm damn sure Pennsylvania is my home instead of some dead rock in the stars, but if we all ruined our 'original' homes, then don't you think this kind of fighting is perpetual for people like us? I hear that senshi just want to dominate everyone like the Moon Queen did, and damn... I'd rather be an officer." But Adonis scored the s**t end of the deal there - though he performed more than well enough for a Negaverse senshi, despite Zippeite's caustic words.
"So no, I've never visited any planet I might have - and I don't really want to, if it's just some abandoned rock coasting through space. That'd be pretty depressing." And Adonis tolerated enough depressing circumstances from his job - viewing a civilization built atop corpses sounded even less appealing than a serial homicide scene.
"What was yours like?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 8:33 pm
Avior shifted a bit uncomfortably in his seat has Adonis began, but found himself cut off too early by the boiling water. The casualness of the situation, of how typical was fascinating to the boy. If they weren't powered up in these peculiar little garbs, and weren't technically trespassing on this property, it could look like a scene from everyday, civilian life. Two friends (or acquaintances at this moment) just chatting away at a kitchen counter. The entire thing almost felt too domestic, but hardly unwelcome.
"Once I reach an appropriate age, I think I'll do what I can to escape this place, and avoid all of this. To switch over, I lost my identity as the boy once was, and it's hard to make it as a sixteen year old. I don't want to just drop out of school, I want to do something I love and have the means to do so. Planning this whole thing out was so bizarre, but it's nothing that interesting. This war isn't going to claim my soul or consume me night and day like it does to some. I will do my part as I am needed, but I have the right to back out of it. No one will keep a blade to my throat about it. Atleast that is one good thing about cutting ties; I don't think of those who I once wished to protect all so often anymore. There are others to protect them. My goal, an escape path for all those who want to escape." As real as the war was, Avior could not help but attempt to push it to the back of his mind now. What use was it to have such a thing constantly occupy his mind. Yes, it was just an escape for now, and maybe he was even turning a blind eye to it at the moment, but what was entirely wrong with that? He was in no place as of yet to make a significant change. He was strong, one of the strongest of his organization, but he was still new to them. And with the stain of being a White Moon Senshi on his past, how long would it take to actually gain the trust and confidence of those who worked towards the same goal as he did. For now, he'd tuck the thought of such things, such depressing and burdening things to the the corner of his mind.
"Depressing is just.. I don't think that's the word I'd quite use. Maybe it does seem like some dead rock in the stars, but when I was there, on my home planet, memories came back. Okay, perhaps not memories that I once had, but the memories that lingered in the objects and structures on that planet of mine. Like spiritual residue, the actual memories that the scenery maintained of the people who once lived there. The city I arrived in was surrounded by these enormous walls, spanning taller than any sky scraper I have seen. And everything was made out of the prettiest copper colored clay. If I remember correctly, the walls were erected to keep the raging waves of the world at bay. And in the very center of that city was a brass palace." Avior honestly didn't like to retell of his visits to his planet, of those memories that used to plague him as he went about there. Even if the Dark Mirror Court Managed to recreate Avior as a place to live, he would not go. How could he go? If those memories began to plague him again, certainly he'd go insane.
"It met it's end at the hands of another Senshi, one from a different planet, one who still wore clothing of white. They invaded my planet, made most of the wall crumble, and drained every last drop of water from it. The land withered and died, though there were memories of it being nothing but islands on an endless sea. Those invaders left the world dried up, and the people as well. When I arrived, there were no skeletons, or evidence that the place had been that way for thousands of years. Every person, every animal, every man, woman, and child was there. Except they were statues of dust, having had every bit of water drained from them. They didn't wither and die like the rest of the planet, simply made into figures of themselves. And it must have happened in an instant, for there were no signs of struggle for those who were inside of those walls. It was like someone pressed the pause button on the world and painted everything that breathed grey." It was hard to pinpoint just what emotion Avior carried on his rather slight being, but he stood up, beginning to distract himself with grabbing mugs out of a higher cabinet, and focusing on just how inconveniently short he was.
"Ah, walls, they may not be that incredibly significant to many, but I suppose they are a bit to me. My sphere is Walls after all."
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:05 pm
Leaning against the counter with his hands pressed flat atop its granite surface, Adonis locked his elbows and watched his new acquaintance intently. As he concentrated on Avior's words, a nearly imperceptible frown creased the corners of his lips. "So when you were with the White Moon, you could visit this... Planet that you ruled over however many years ago? And you got visions of some sort? Damn, talk about confusing..." Adonis mumbled, shifting his ivory gaze to the simmering pot of hot chocolate. "I've never gotten to hear much about the planets we came from. That's not entirely true - I've never heard much about how they relate to us - just that we're somehow aliens, even though we're clearly... Not." With a shrug of his shoulders, Adonis turned around to rifle though seemingly endless cabinets for proper cups.
"Is it hard to remember your planet? If they're really visions, I'd imagine it's not much different from watching a movie. You just let it play and kinda tune it out, no big deal..." Adonis seized a pair of cups using his index and middle finger. one resounded slightly when he clipped the bottom edge of the cabinet with its lip. Adonis winced, more out of habit than any real concern for what he considered no one's cup. "But if it feels like you're actually there..." Inwardly he shuddered; somehow he was glad that he managed no connection with his planet. Without an inkling of an idea of how to get there, or even trigger any visions, he lacked the ability to sustain such potentially crippling memories.
"Someone once told me that we, as senshi, destroyed all our planets. I guess that confirms his story, doesn't it? Guess we're not all the good boys and girls that the White Moon makes us out to be. I wonder, though; if we were all alive in the past... What was I like? I bet I wasn't anywhere near as handsome as I am now." A small chuckle escaped his lips as he distributed the hot chocolate evenly among the cups. Sliding one gently across the table toward Avior, he continued at a slower clip, cup raised over his mouth to mask the seriousness of his next statements. "Your planet's totally dead now, and you have to live with it. Doesn't that hurt? I'd be pretty pissed off toward the senshi who did it, if I were you." He wondered if Avior ever discovered the identity of the one who ended his planet so easily.
Maybe it was best to disembark from the subject altogether. Such depressing thoughts matched the coldness of the snow.
"Mind telling me about your court, Avior? I don't know too much about it myself; information's not too easy to come by since the alliance went to hell. Mirror business aside, what's your court's aim? To protect Earth, like the Negaverse? Or do you lovely boys and girls have something else in mind? I'd like to know; maybe I'm better suited to helping out the lot of you rather than ripping starseeds of my enemies. It's still a bit too gruesome for my tastes." Nicely downplayed, he complimented himself inwardly.
A sip of his hot cocoa poured a little warmth down his core, but it never quite banished the numbness dancing at his fingertips.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 12:39 pm
"In the way that the world works, even those beside us can hide something that you'd never know about. It's not hard to imagine that we are essentially 'aliens'. Even if our DNA is similar to everyone else, so is chimpanzees, so is it that hard to imagine that someone out there, on another planet, has the same makeup as we do?" Aliens.. Huh, that wasn't really something Avior gave much thought to. It was just an idea that happened to be brought up at this time. But from where his logic came from, it made sense to him. Water was water anywhere, wasn't it? Or maybe he was thinking about everything far too simply. It mattered not, all things considered.
Avior shrugged at the question about his planet. Now that he was no longer connected to it, it felt as if those memories were never his own.
"Not anymore. Before, It immobilized me. I could hear screaming and the sounds of people clawing to get into the palace, and my feeble little heart couldn't handle it. But now.. Huh, it's like I had just watched a movie, and the memory is there, but it's nothing that has an effect on me anymore. It might as well not even be real, just a story that rattles about in my skull at times. Nagging me to keep on with the ideas and goals I have in mind, but it's more of avenging someone else's life, not my own." The boy gratefully received the cup, looking into the dark liquid and watching the steam rise in an extravagant dance that ended just as he blew it. His eyes turned quickly back up to Adonis as he mentioned that he lived with the fact that his planet was dead. And they narrowed for an instant, before he relaxed again and just sat back in his chair again.
"I know hardly anything about the man who did it, except that they used horns. Maybe it was from him that old story of the Walls of Jericho originated. My walls came down so fast, that all the bodies there were still stuck in every day positions, rather than panic. If I found him now, well, who knows? Maybe his could tell me he had a good reason besides to conquer. Anyway, I think I was dead though, before all of it happened. From what I saw, The only difference between the me here, and the Avior from then, was hair. He had this long hair that went past his waist. Oh, and he was manly and buff, yeah there was that too." Laughing at himself, he shrugged again, taking a sip of the scalding liquid with no reaction to the heat.
"The Dark Mirror Court.. We want to escape here. We KNOW we don't belong here, hence why the Negaverse is so hellbent on killing all the Senshi that exist. So why should we have to die? We want to take all of the Senshi who are willing away from here. Away from all of the death and destruction to live peacefully somewhere else. I wouldn't mind sacrificing my planet for the cause. It's already dead, so why not bring life to it again? Not that I would be in charge, no, my prince and princesses would be. And I think that's honestly what we all want. Just peace. You know, except for those who love the excuse to kill. And we gather energy for people like me, who are awakened as a white moon, but wish to change. It takes powered to do it, and the energy we gather enables us to do so." That wasn't too much information, was it? But if Adonis really wanted to come and join them, who was he to deny any information? Those kind Senshi who helped him when he was discovering where he truly belonged would surely be proud of him!
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