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A notepad was a terrible thing to waste, she thought.

Sailor Kallichore had propped herself up against the wall of a high-rise apartment building, wedging herself between the lip of the outer rim and the wall, situated right smack dab in the middle of two apartment windows. The windows were quite a ways apart but the ledge on which the senshi sat was quite narrow. Some residents took to planting small potted gardens on this ledge, the blooming flowers of summer wafting a delicious and clean scent. The building's bricks were a sturdy and burnt-red sort and smelled of old money. The building itself was easily eighty years old.

Kallichore tapped her mechanical pencil against her chin, scribbling down the bits and pieces of the Primer that needed desperate updates. Our ranking system hasn't changed and neither has space travel that I'm aware of... I definitely need to write down something about Leto and Remarque being royalty of the Dark Mirror now... and what happened to Ares? She kept scribbling.

Kallichore blinked and looked up, hearing either a crazy cat lady speaking to her cats in what she thought was their own language, or...

She leaned over and spotted someone familiar. "Ah, *********." she whispered and gathered her things, leaping off the ledge in silence to land before the manx. Notepad under one arm, the senshi knelt when she had gotten close enough to *********. "You know, you read my mind. I was hoping I'd see you sometime soon, *********. Are you telepathic now? Or do you simply have an excellent sense of timing?"

It was an honest question. Kallichore brought out the notepad, rife with scribbles and odds and ends, arrows pointing every which way with bullets dotting everything in between. "I'm trying to update the Primer and thankfully, I'd had a great deal of help. However, you've always given me very good information, and I had a few questions if you have the time to hear me out...?" It didn't seem to right to demand the time of a Guardian without asking. Who knew how busy ********* would be, especially with wild cake on the loose!

The eternal bent down to scratch ********* behind the ears. While they were still very much animals, Guardians had personalities and energies about them that made them extremely human. Sometimes Kallichore forgot they were furry and four-legged at all.

********* was nothing if not a wealth of information. "*********, I've always seen you with Sailor Iris, and I know she's royalty. Has she purified anyone? Is it possible? If so, what are the mechanisms? What must be done to go about purifying someone?" Kallichore made to lower herself into a more comfortable position in case the answers were long-winded and she needed to take physical note of them. "It's... important. I think I know someone who wants to purify, but since I don't know much about it, I don't want to get his hopes up. I also want to test him to find out if he's telling the truth or not."

One thing at a time.