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 Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:08 pm
Sometimes he wondered if 'formally' serving a lord was somehow very different or detrimental in his soldierly career. It didn't seem like other members did the same. There must be a reason, but what it woudl be he couldn't even hazard a guess. Having a lord meant he didn't shirk duties, certainly, even when it was bitter cold out and nearly no one out to find energy or signatures to track. He hadn't missed a quota yet, and it was a record he enjoyed- it brought honor when little else he'd accomplished so far was worthy of note. At least he could be relied on to do his job consistently. He hadn't found much tonight, though. He'd have to double time it on the morrow if he was going to keep up to his goal, but there just wasn't- no....no there was a signature. It was a senshi, but it wasn't one of the enemy. It felt like Avior and Remarque, only less robust than either. It wasn't a bad idea to get to know more of them, alliance gone or not. They were a whole court and strong- with enough in roads an alliance might be favorable again between them. He could offer to help if the little noble needed any, and could at the very least get a name. Titanlåvenite bounded pleasantly in the direction of the Dark Mirror signature, pleased at this luckier turn.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:25 pm
Ophelia was exhausted.
The battle at the graveyard had taken its tole and she now felt like the walking dead. Life had been hard lately, harder than she care to admit. Between her dedication to her job and dedication to her court the brunette had found very little 'me time'. How long had Emilie been dead now? How long had Ophelia existed? One month? Two? She had lost count of days; she saw the sun set and the sun raise - It was all just one continuous day now. She held her head and rubbed the blue sacks under her eyes. When was the last time she slept, yesterday? No. It could not possibly be the day before?
She turned a corner and twitched, her hand holding her waist tightly. She ached and was finding it very hard to pretend otherwise. Maybe she should just get home before she ran into anymore trouble. Though running was out the question at this point. She looked up and down the dark street, truth be told she could simply power down - Yet she did not want to be roaming the streets at night as Ophelia, there was a certain bravery and comfort that came with being Mjolnir. She felt safer this way.
Oh Ophelia, she had been using and abusing you. A new identity and the senshi had not made any effort to make any friends or establish her new life. The civilian should not really be the alias, but that was case. If Mjolnir could be like this all the time she would and would gladly turn away from the hassle of a normal life all together. Life was so different now.
It was not long before she came to a bench under a street light and with one last push Mjolnir plonked her but on the cold metal, dim eyes looking up at the moon above her head. She would just rest here for a moment.... She was almost home.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:43 pm
Quiet as the night was, and her chosen spot most conveniently on a bench nearish a street lamp, it wasn't hard to pick out the dark tones and metals of the odd uniform on what appeared to be a sushigirl. Her shoulder's had a plainly tired set, and his first thought was the worry that she might be wounded and in need of help. How did mirror senshi call for help? He didn't think they had crystals like the Negaverse. He jogged up for a closer look, calling softly as he approached so as not to startly her and get himself thwacked with who know what magic- "Halo? " "Behöver du hjälp? Are you alright?" -KA3D3- "need some help?" in swedish.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 4:01 pm
Ivynian Haha, I have always wanted to learn Swedish!
It is okay, it is only a bear... Why was a bear here?
Wait. A bear!?!
Eyed focused on the character running towards her, it was no bear, but a behemoth of a man! Feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline she sat up straight, hands grasping tightly at her skirt. He asked her a question, but for a moment she was too stunned by his build to realize what he asked. She had never met a man that could break her in half before. This was not happening. No. She refused to believe people of this stature existed!
Too many weird things happening. She was out.... Also she was certain he was speaking some alien language.
Ophelia cleared her throat and decided against offending the very large man.
"I am... fine."
She wheezed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:50 am
She grasp at her skirt?She didn't really think he was a rapist or something, did she? He slowed to a walk to approach and crouched off to a side- partly so as not to loom and to the side so that it was plain he wasn't doing it just to look up her skirt. The hollows under her eyes, the colour in her lips and face were all off and all belied the idea of 'fine'. But if a noble was trying to appear strong, it was no place of his to argue it. But it was his place to take care of them, even in spite of themselves, if he could. "Alright. If you are fine, " He tried offering an open smile, "You are from the Dark Mirror, ja? I am from the Negaverse. We are not enemies. " "Its cold out, would you like to get a cocoa? There is a place near here that doesn't care if we're in uniform or not. I'll buy."
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 7:45 pm
She managed to nod at his question, affirming her court and identity. "Mhmm. I am Mjolnir." The brunette raised an eyebrow at his statement, not an enemy? She was never that lucky. "I- see.... That is unexpected." Amber eyes looked to the side, he might have been lying - hoping that she would lower her guard. Still, he looked like no Senshi she had ever seen before and her meeting with Zink was friendly enough. Maybe she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, this was the best thing that could have happened to her in this moment. So why was she so reluctant?
She could feel her power leaving her, if he wasn't a friend it was game over anyway, she could not hold on anymore. A faint glow and burst of magic later Ophelia found herself looking at the stars in her human form. She was wearing her pajama's, but lucky for her they consisted of long black trousers and a large gray shirt. Her hair was like a lions mane, long, waved and intertwining in rolls that reached her waist. Her hand raised weakly to shield her eyes from the brightness of the streetlight, in that moment she felt the first drops of icy rain hit the soft skin on her face.
A lack of footwear did not denture her. Her skin met the cold stone paving and the girl pushed herself up off the bench. "How is a girl meant to say no, to an offer like that?" She let a faint smile form on her lips, her legs shaking from exhaustion. Her cheeks reddened - every fiber of her being humiliated by the next words that escaped her lips.
"Can I.... borrow your arm?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 7:17 pm
"Ah, Mjölner!" He said the word cheerfully and natively accented. What a wonderful title to hold! But she powered down so soon, and it was unexpected. And the poor thing looked less glorious and more than a bit bedraggled. Wan. He winced when she moved to get up, wearing his heart on his sleeve. "Lady Hammer...I..." He hastily got up, and offered his arm readily. More ready still if I need to catch her. I'd rather scoop her up, but I should not just hoist around nobles because they very much need care. I don't want to offend her. "My help is yours. Your feet? I could carry you on a shoulder? You are not dressed to be out...but the place isn't very strict about that either. It's just a Shake N' Steak. "
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