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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 12:54 pm
Asclepius sat on the edge of the roof of the Destiny City hospital, dangling her legs over the edge as she scanned the stars. The strange group battle on the misty shore still lingered on her mind, and it struck her that she might want to check on some of the other senshi she had met there. The Senshi of Medicine would hardly call herself accustomed to death, but she had seen it happen before on a few occasions. Nothing could ever make it easy for her, but she had been fortunate enough before the supernatural teamfight to have practiced moving on, doing what needed to be done, and mourning later.
Some of the other senshi and knights took the incident with the Negaverse captain much harder at the time.
Pulling out her senshi phone, Asclepius dialed the youngest member of the group. Winter meant that it was earlier than it looked in spite of the darkness having already been in place for several hours, but she still hoped that it was not too late at night for the young chibi Cruithne yet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 1:13 pm
Cruithne hardly used the phone she'd been given as a senshi. Unless she wanted to travel to her planet, the phone stayed tucked away in in her fuku. So it was with tremendous shock that she fumbled it out and stared at it for a moment when it rang as she was coming back from her patrols.
Who on earth could be calling her? Warily, she thumbed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.
"H-hello?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 1:31 pm
"Hi, it's Sailor Asclepius," the older senshi replied, her awkward smile going unseen on the other end of the line. She still was not totally sure how to talk to any chibi senshi. Or kids in general, for that matter.
"I was wondering how you were doing. If you were okay, or ... wanted to talk or anything?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 2:01 pm
For a moment, the chibi senshi had to wrack her brain to place Asclepius' name with a face. Then she had it. The other senshi who'd been on the beach in England. The one who'd also had healing magic. Cruithne had thought about that strange day a bit since she'd gotten back. But she'd never expected anyone who'd been there with her to have been thinking about her.
"I'm all right," she said quietly, her mingled shock and pleasure at someone wanting to check on her helping to banish her stutter for a bit. Did she want to talk about what had happened that day? Not particularly, but maybe Ascelpius would be able to help her with a slightly different problem.
"Could... c-could I have saved her if I was a b-better fighter?"
No need to explain who 'her' was. They both knew of only one person who'd been killed before the both of them. It was a question that had prickled at her mind for days now. Could she have kept Ganymede from killing that Captain if she'd known how to fight.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:22 pm
Asclepius was silent for a long moment, carefully considering her response.
During her day job, she did a lot of sticking people with needles, which naturally came with assurances that the process was not going to hurt. Everyone knew that 99 percent of the time, coming from a medical professional, it was a little white lie, though. It was a lie that was not only acceptable to tell to children, but encouraged, as though somehow, it would protect them. Marcella had done it once earlier that day.
But, well, Cruithne was a senshi, and Asclepius knew first-hand at least some of what the young girl had seen. There was no protection from that. Telling the truth was undoubtedly harsh, but certainly no harsher than the truths the chibi senshi had already seen.
"Honestly?" Asclepius replied finally. "No. What happened is done already, and we can't go back in time to change it. It's okay to feel sad or upset or scared, but at the end of the day, the best thing you can do is to think about what you'll do tomorrow instead of what you could have done yesterday."
She paused a moment and took a deep breath, hoping that her words were at least remotely helpful. Then she suggested, "Being a better fighter will definitely help save someone else in the future, though. Want to meet me at the hospital and I can show you a few tricks?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 4:54 am
Deflating a little, Cruithne gave a soft, disappointed sigh. It was the answer that she'd expected, but not the one she'd hoped to hear. Thinking about tomorrow brought it's own set of problems. She wanted to ask what if she could remember that nebulous tomorrow far too well already? But no. There was no point in coming across as crazy.
Instead she latched on to Ascelpius' last words. She was fairly sure that any fighting prowess she'd had in the future had been taught by Chariklo. Maybe... maybe if she said yes to Asclepius, it would be the first tiny step to keep that dark time from happening.
Cruithne would give quite a bit to keep that horrorshow from coming true.
"Yes!" she answered with quiet determination, stutter forgotten for the moment. "Yes, please!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 4:46 pm
Once their conversation was over, she dismissed her senshi phone to ... where ever it went when she was not using it. Presumably the same aether that her senshi pen hung out in.
Did all the senshi pens and phones live in the same place, Asclepius wondered. Was there some pocket of space just full of their old-fashioned space flip-phones and chunky wand-pens, all in a jumble like the contents of her sister's purse...?
The Senshi of Medicine mulled on these thoughts as she jogged across the roof of the hospital towards the parking deck. She got herself a good bit of speed and took a running leap to clear the distance between the two buildings, and landed on the vacant expanse of the top level of parking.
Hopefully they could just fight a little, and Asclepius would not have to answer any more difficult questions for the young senshi. The activity would be helpful to take both of their minds off of heavier thoughts.
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