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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 12:15 pm
It was a very strange feeling.
He did not know how to adjust to this; how to feel about such a transformation. A hand stretched out in front of him, blue eyes tracing over the way that the sleeves were laced tightly up the inside of his wrist to his elbow on both sides, as well as all the way down his front and back.
An inconvenient thing to take on and off, but it was, perhaps, fortunate that that did not seem an occurrence to happen particularly often, if at all.
There had been a cat, as well; he was not easily startled, but even he had not expected it to talk, let alone give him some sort of glowing pen that had caused him to change into...this. After that, the cat had darted off, and he had let it, because he saw little point in keeping it around if it had no wish to answer any of his questions.
At the very least, the cat had given him a name - and apparently a new profession alongside it.
"Hermes," she had said, pressing a paw to his booted foot. "You're Sailor Hermes, and you are the new Senshi of Trickery. I have awakened you."
"How magnanimous of you," had been his reply, to which she had taken affront, sniffing indignantly, and perhaps he should not have been so dismissive, but she was a cat. He had not ever heard of such things before, and could not be expected to know of the proper protocol for conversing with animals who were not supposed to be able to speak in the first place.
And now he stood - Hermes - on a dark side street, a finger against his jaw, thinking hard.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 10:09 pm
It wasn't often that the woman took comfort in the darkness of night, too many terrors lurked in the shadows and yet -
She felt oddly at peace as she walked beneath flickering street lamps. Her wedges made soft noises beneath her as she continued on her way, ponytail bouncing with every step. Despite everything that happened as of late, Denebola was relaxed.
Briefly, she wondered how long that would last. Then, she pushed the idle thought away and resolved to think no more of it. Tonight was going to be a good night or she'd swear to Cosmo--
The flare of an energy signature drew her attention almost immediately and her brow furrowed, lips pursed. There was a moment of debate, where she weighed her options before pursuing it.
"You're gonna find trouble if you keep standing there like that," she called out when she saw him.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 8:09 pm
He felt, strangely, something shifting in the air near to him. It was an odd, pulsing warmth, as though light were physically near to him, and it was not something that Hermes had ever felt before, let alone something he understood. It wasn't until he heard the soft clop of footsteps drawing nearer and then a voice speaking that he realized he was no longer alone on the darkened street.
Hermes turned, slowly, first his head, and then the rest of his body following suit, pivoting on one booted foot. A young woman with vibrant red hair stood nearby, dressed - well, at least as unusually as he was, though with notable differences in their outfits.
"What sort of trouble?" Hermes asked, without preamble - he had always thought it best to not waste any time with frivolities, after all, and this was no exception.
"Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 5:33 pm
"The kind that lurks in the shadows waiting to sink their claws into you." Denebola said, frowning as she closed the distance between them. "I'm not - " she sighed, realizing how she might come off saying omnious things like that. "I don't mean to - " She stopped again, shaking her head and pressing her palm against her forehead.
"Nothing's coming out right."
That was frustrating. "I'm sorry, my name is Denebola, Sailor Denebola." It was weird, having to introduce herself properly to someone new for a long time.
She tucked lose hair behind her ear a bit nervously. "You seem lost, are you new?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 6:40 pm
He did not, admittedly, like the sound of that. Hermes's head tilted to the side as he regarded the young woman, who looked, if he had to say, nothing like what she was describing. Her pleasant visage and slightly awkward introduction made that even clearer the more she spoke.
"Sailor Denebola," he said, testing the name. "You feel stronger than I am - I assume that means you're a higher level than I am?"
He was basing this off of the fact that she somehow just felt different than he did, and she seemed more experienced altogether even from first glance. Hermes stood quite still as he regarded her, cool blue eyes sweeping across her fuku once more.
"I am new, yes," he said. "My name is Hermes; I was only awakened a few weeks ago and seem to still be getting the hang of this."
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 9:06 am
"Super senshi," she stated, hiss of irritation escaping her. It wasn't directed towards him, but the cat that'd brought about this change and left the man high and dry.
Denebola wanted to strangle the guardian cats of Destiny City that awoken senshi and then hightailed it out of the area without giving them any tools for guidance. She'd been one of their victims, but she'd been fortunate to find a senshi mentor even if it'd been temporary. It had made all the difference in the end.
"They need to stop doing this crap," she mumbled under her breath. "It's not - it's not safe." Not if he didn't know anything, hell even if he did. She'd been in more dangerous situations as her experience came.
"You never stop learning, I doubt there's a real way to get the hang of it." In the end, she just kept moving forward because to stop or be idle meant death. "Have you met anyone else?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 10:11 am
"Ah, yes," said Hermes, filing this information into the Necessary to Know section of his mind. Super Senshi, comprised of the secondary level senshi that were slightly above power than his own, on par with those of higher level in the Negaverse as well.
"Not safe?" he repeated now, eyeing Denebola with a calm regard. "I assume you mean the cat that simply ran off on me? I suppose not; it didn't seem particularly inclined to instruct me in anything at all, which I surmise by your town is too much of a regular occurrence."
He glanced around at their surroundings, Hermes idly tugging at the laces that were tied tightly up the inside of his wrist.
"I haven't," he said, "You remain the first powered individual. What are you senshi of?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 8:31 am
There were a lot of troubling things about meeting Hermes first; one because it meant he lacked any sort of guidance, two because it left him probably very confused about all of it, and three it just gave her an even uglier opinion on those damn guardian cats.
"Not safe, haven't you seen the news reports?" Building's constantly getting destroyed, havoc left in the wake of a seeming gang war, and move. "God that stupid guardian," she hissed between her teeth, settling both hands on her hips in irritation.
"Dragonflies," she snapped, though she frowned and sighed after. "Sorry, I'm not - you're not doing anything wrong I just. I really don't advise going out on your own like that if you don't know anything about the war or the city or the negaverse."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 2:01 pm
He considered the question, Hermes absently tapping a finger against his leg.
"I have seen reports, yes," he said, after a moment's thought. "All the destruction that's occurred in this city, from small to large. I presume from your tone of voice and your irritation that those are the work of this 'Negaverse' that I have been made aware of?"
It was the most logical of conclusions, after all. Hermes did not seem fazed at all by Denebola's snappish retort and merely looked at her with a calm expression on his face, regarding her quite curiously, his pale blond hair sweeping across his forehead.
"I understand," he said with a simple nod, after a second. "It would do me little good to be attacked after just awakening, I suppose. My sphere is Trickery, by the way."
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 3:33 pm
Denebola couldn't help but scrutinize the blond standing across of her. She couldn't decide if his lack of shock or surprise was a testimony to his character, that she was trying to work out, or if he just lacked the proper emotional responses. It'd been a while since she had met someone that hadn't been utterly bewildered by the magical lives they'd been thrust up.
"Do you?" She asked, skeptically, her head tilting with interest. "You're lucky, if you're new and haven't had an incident. The city is practically infested with them." Both order and chaos aligned.
In truth, the redhead wondered if there wasn't a single person in the city that didn't have some of secret identity. "We're better when we stand together." And didn't bicker nonsensically as order tended to do. "If you want guidance, I can offer it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2016 10:27 am
He couldn't deny that the lack of direction was a severe problem, even if surprise was not something that Hermes experienced particularly often. Things were just what they were; factual or otherwise, and he would dissect them and come to understand them, or he'd dismiss them as unnecessary.
"I have yet to have an incident, so I suppose I am fortunate in that regard," he said now, Hermes glancing at Denebola's uniform once more, blue eyes inscrutable. "I was merely told when I awoke that I would be fighting a war, and that it would be violent at times, but to do what I could in the name of Order."
Which was not entirely helpful, as it had not been expressed to him who he was fighting against, exactly. The cat had run off before Hermes could ask any more of it, and he had not been inclined to chase down a creature that had done little more than give him a costume and a new name.
Denebola's offer was considered, Hermes regarding her with a musing expression on his pale face.
"I believe guidance would be necessary at this point," he said after a moment, giving a nod. "I think I would do well to have someone at least explain to me what it is I'm supposed to be doing, after all."
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 7:15 pm
Denebola tilted her head at Hermes, blue and green eyes searching his face. She wasn't sure what for exactly, but she still made an attempt to read him. Everything he was saying only served to frustrate her more when she thought about guardian cats and her jaw ticked when she thought too much about it.
"Do you even know why we're fighting?"
The question came out more angrily than she intended, with her fingers curling into her gloved hands. To her, Hermes sounded dismissal and very, very unprepared for this new part of his life.
New senshi were often naive, especially when they were under informed.
Hermes relented, accepted her offer for guidance so she held out her hand. "Okay," she breathed, nodding and offering a more strained smile. "Where do you want to start?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 8:07 pm
Hermes considered the question for a long moment, racking his memory for any indication that the cat had given him about the reason behind the supposed war. After a moment, he gave a slow shake of his head that caused his pale blond hair to sweep across narrow cheeks.
"No," he said, taking no affront at her apparent anger, directed at him or otherwise. "I suppose it was...an oversight on behalf of the cat. I assumed I'd figure it out myself, in the eventual end, though it seems as though I was mistaken about how long that would take me."
Denebola had offered her hand, and after only a moment's hesitation, Hermes reached out and accepted it, giving it a small shake.
"A good start perhaps would be the reason for the war," he said. "And the reason behind recruiting complete strangers to it, perhaps. Is there more than one cat tasked to the job of awakening senshi? Who exactly are the Negaverse?"
Apparently he had more questions than he'd thought, Hermes' watching the other senshi with an expression of mild curiosity on his face.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 10:37 am
"You shouldn't have to figure it out on your own." That had been hard enough when she'd been awoken, even then she had help from others to guide her and it hadn't been enough. She didn't want anyone else to make the same mistakes she had. "They're so - " she stopped, shook her head and forced herself to calm down. Getting upset over nameless cats she didn't know would do her no good.
"Reasons depend on the person," she stated, focusing on the questions and how she could help the man. "Most of us are awoken because of something innate. We're technically not of Earth but our homeworlds are uninhabitable, mostly." She was still figuring out if they could be brought back to life. "There's this force that's out to overtake the universe, starting with Earth. It's called Chaos and it comes with a million different faces."
Soldiers of the Negaverse, senshi of the Dark Mirror, monsters who's souls had been shatter irreparably.
"I don't know many guardian's personally." In truth there was only one that she'd ever conversed with. The others had appeared when she needed strength. "We're awoken because we're special and because they want us to fight chaos, like the Negaverse, to protect and defend." Denebola fought to protect her friends, her family.
"We give up a lot for it." She'd convinced her family to move far away. Destiny City was a cesspool of violence and destruction with collateral damage around every corner. "The Negaverse are the primary...faction that oppose us. They are like a military but not quite. They're physically stronger than us but they lack the magic we possess. They gather energy and - " she frowned because traces of that not-future lingered. "They want to take over Earth and we're the last men standing."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 7:56 am
Apparently what the cats were, Denebola wasn't going to say, though Hermes thought he might have been able to guess, anyway. He let her figure out her own thoughts and did not press for more, waiting still and silent in front of her; he was not the type to move absently, to rustle his clothing or tug at one of the many laces across his throat and arms and sides.
Hermes tried to think if he had a reason to fight a war, the history of which he was not privy to.
"A homeworld?" he repeated, frowning slightly. "As in, somewhere in space? I have a place to attend to that is not Earth?"
Chaos was also another term he wasn't quite sure about, mostly because it was such a human word. Hermes had almost expected something in some unknown language, some alien phrase that he wouldn't know about. He pushed all of the information around inside of his head, carefully sorting it from one thing to another so that he could remember it later.
"Do you believe the Negaverse will triumph?" Hermes asked. "That they will indeed be the last men standing?"
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