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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 5:19 pm
Dead to everyone he knew up to three years ago, now 18, tall and thin, Ronin considered the senshi, knights, and the families who stayed at the Resistance base something of an extended family. They may not know him, or even his name, but everything he did was to protect them. He might not be built to be a Guard, but he was intelligent, resourceful, and very suspicious of anyone who reeked of Chaos.
He’d seen Tantalus before, had asked what his name was, had been told he’d fathered two children, twins, for a couple — all of them of the Dark Mirror Court. All of them agents of Chaos, despite their insistence that they were there to “help”.
In Ronin’s experience with the Dark Mirror Court, all they cared about was themselves.
He approached the man with the blindfold, announcing his presence with “I’d like to speak with you.” His tone was sharp and accusatory. His face and fuku shadowed by the cape he wore. People thought Sailor Oberon, senshi of Adventure was dead, but he didn’t want to give someone any reason for them to be curious, despite having grown several inches.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:15 am
Tantalus was reasonably familiar with the voice of everyone around camp - he considered it a necessity, since it was impossible for him to work from face or fuku, and his energy-sensing wasn't precise enough for individuals. (Except Damocles. Damocles, over the years, he had managed to get well and imprinted in his mind - but perhaps that was no surprise.)
So while Ronin wasn't an entirely familiar presence around camp, Tantalus was aware he was asking questions - and so when a not-completely-familair voice addressed him with far more hostility than he had recieved in a long time, he took a guess.
"Ronin? Of course," he said, and his tone was as pleasant and genial as he could make it, despite the worry prickling in the back of his mind. "How may I be of service?"
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