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]Sherwood was trying to get back into the swing of things. She was chasing a small cat youma, watching it streak across the park as she chased after it. She’d been following it for the better part of half an hour, unable to corner it, much like her cat at home, Buttons. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered but Sherwood was coming to understand this war and her place in it. Almost dying did that to a girl. If left unchecked that same youma would drain energy from innocent people.
No, it was her duty to make sure it didn’t harm anyone.
The stupid little thing darted into the wooded area and scrambled up a tree. Finally! Sherwood skidded to a stop underneath it and peered into the branches where she could barely see the youma crouched there. She got her bow off her back and looked at it, wondering if she could try to bat it down. She couldn’t climb the tree with these sleeves…
No, it was her duty to make sure it didn’t harm anyone.
The stupid little thing darted into the wooded area and scrambled up a tree. Finally! Sherwood skidded to a stop underneath it and peered into the branches where she could barely see the youma crouched there. She got her bow off her back and looked at it, wondering if she could try to bat it down. She couldn’t climb the tree with these sleeves…
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Willie wasn't terribly sure about this whole senshi business so he didn't often go out at all or worry about it. He had a lot to think about in his daytime life without worrying about a night time magical war.
If he saw someone in trouble he wouldn't hesitate to power up and charge into the rescue, but more often than not since he didn't go looking for trouble he didn't find much.
Tonight however he decide to take a detour through the park when going for a quick errand to grab some litter from a convenience store not to far away so he noticed the other running through the park chasing something he wasn't sure what.
He powered up into the ridiculous pink get up shaking his head and running over to the girl wondering what happened to his kitty litter and sighing at having to get more.
"Need a hand," he asked when he reached her.
If he saw someone in trouble he wouldn't hesitate to power up and charge into the rescue, but more often than not since he didn't go looking for trouble he didn't find much.
Tonight however he decide to take a detour through the park when going for a quick errand to grab some litter from a convenience store not to far away so he noticed the other running through the park chasing something he wasn't sure what.
He powered up into the ridiculous pink get up shaking his head and running over to the girl wondering what happened to his kitty litter and sighing at having to get more.
"Need a hand," he asked when he reached her.
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“It won’t come down,” she complained softly, unworried about a power signature from her own side. He felt different than she did, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Senshi, she thought he was, but she couldn’t tell by costume alone. Sherwood stared in frustration up into the tree unseeing as the youma hid among the leaves. Why did they have to be such pesky creatures?
She turned around and blinked, taking the look of him in.
“I’m Sherwood. A page.”
She gestured to her bow, and her outfit, the symbols of Earth prominently displayed on her costume. Knights were usually pretty easy to tell, though not all of them looked like Papa Camelot with the armor and such.
“There’s a little monster thing up there but I can’t get to it.”
Maybe he was better off than she was, and was willing to help her solve the problem. He had come over, right? That was a good sign.
She turned around and blinked, taking the look of him in.
“I’m Sherwood. A page.”
She gestured to her bow, and her outfit, the symbols of Earth prominently displayed on her costume. Knights were usually pretty easy to tell, though not all of them looked like Papa Camelot with the armor and such.
“There’s a little monster thing up there but I can’t get to it.”
Maybe he was better off than she was, and was willing to help her solve the problem. He had come over, right? That was a good sign.
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Neckar looked up into the tree, he didn't see anything but he could certainly feel it, smaller and darker than the two of them. Feeling he was still getting use to ... auras, who would have thought they really existed? It was a weird thing.
"Neckar, " he responded in kind, "a senshi. What's a page. Like in history? "
The question was asked nonchalantly as he jumped grabbing the lower branch of the tree and hauling himself up into it. He was simply going to flush the thing out and hope he didn't pay dearly for it.
It was probably an odd sight for all his length and bulk. He didn't look like he belonged in a tree, but he climbed them often enough.
"I think I see it."
"Neckar, " he responded in kind, "a senshi. What's a page. Like in history? "
The question was asked nonchalantly as he jumped grabbing the lower branch of the tree and hauling himself up into it. He was simply going to flush the thing out and hope he didn't pay dearly for it.
It was probably an odd sight for all his length and bulk. He didn't look like he belonged in a tree, but he climbed them often enough.
"I think I see it."
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“A page is a knight, I think, or I’m supposed to be someday. I don’t really know.”
To be honest she was still learning a lot, though she was trying to get better at it. She hunted youma mostly, afraid to encounter more psychotic Generals like Painite. It really had made her gun shy. It was a wonder she was out at all, but lucky she ran into him and not anyone else.
Sherwood watched, impressed, as he scaled the tree without much of a problem. She was prone to do so when in the mood but sometimes her sleeves stopped her, dangling as they did, and that usually meant a hard fall.
“Good!” she nodded. “Get it down.”
She offered him her bow to use to poke at the youma, in case he didn’t want to use his hands. The youma had no intention of going out so easily and leapt at the interloper, letting out an angry little screech as it did. It had short but sharp little fangs and small but sharp claws and was aiming to do its worst to protect itself.
To be honest she was still learning a lot, though she was trying to get better at it. She hunted youma mostly, afraid to encounter more psychotic Generals like Painite. It really had made her gun shy. It was a wonder she was out at all, but lucky she ran into him and not anyone else.
Sherwood watched, impressed, as he scaled the tree without much of a problem. She was prone to do so when in the mood but sometimes her sleeves stopped her, dangling as they did, and that usually meant a hard fall.
“Good!” she nodded. “Get it down.”
She offered him her bow to use to poke at the youma, in case he didn’t want to use his hands. The youma had no intention of going out so easily and leapt at the interloper, letting out an angry little screech as it did. It had short but sharp little fangs and small but sharp claws and was aiming to do its worst to protect itself.
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Neckar shook his head at the offered bow simply opting to reach the the youma in question. He just needed to get it to jump down. Unfortunately it chose to jump at his causing him to lose his balance and fall out of the tree. He crashed to the ground with a groan, rolling and climbing to his feet quickly ready in case the small thing decided to attack again. One never knew what these things could do to you.
“Where did it go,” he said to Sherwood quickly, his guard up and feeling slightly on edge.
“Where did it go,” he said to Sherwood quickly, his guard up and feeling slightly on edge.
