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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 12:44 pm
Penthesilea had expected that once she graduated from St. Magdalena's, she would never want to go back. The school hadn't suited her, nor had the religion really, and so she had at first been glad to leave.
And yet she found herself drawn back to it on patrols, because there were still other girls there who might need the protection of an Eternal Senshi.
She hadn't quite made her way to the school itself, just to its environs, but she stopped when she felt the aura of a corrupted Senshi. They made her skin crawl, moreso now that she was Transcendent, and yet some part of her ached to save them. Ever one had a planet out there, just like hers - one that needed them.
"Come out, wherever you are!" She said, New Orleans accent still thick even after all her years in the city. "I promise I won't hurtcha! I just wanna talk!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 1:32 pm
Acanthite similarly had no love for the institution where her mother had shoved her off to for being a teenage girl, but while she was in attendence, she had grown accustomed to patrolling there because it was convenient. And, strangely, Saint Magdalena's had become something of a sanctuary for her during the summer, since, at the very least, it got her out of the house. Summer classes only made her mother happier, too - certainly an added benefit.
Tonight, though, she had picked up a bright aura approaching from a ways off, stronger than she thought she had felt before. Someone tough was on the prowl, and the dark senshi was not eager to fight her. Feeling powers worked both ways, but the auburn-haired girl hoped that she could pick a spot to hide and stay there, not causing any trouble, and perhaps get a good look at the invader while living to tell about it.
So, from her position awkwardly up a tree near the edge of campus, Acanthite was not-so-pleasantly surprised when the other girl addressed her first. She hesitated a long moment ... but it would be no use, if the White Moon senshi were determined to find her. Maybe she could get a good look at the invader's powers, too, and still live to tell about it. And maybe even the girl was being sincere about not wanting to fight.
"Alright, here I am," the Senshi of the Cataract announced, grasping a sturdy branch as she lowered her legs down from the tree, then dropped the last bit of distance to the ground to land neatly on her feet. She was just as interested in talking, too, truth be told, so long as she could manage it without a fight.
"What did you want to talk about?" she inquired warily, fidgeting with her ruffled plaid skirts to straighten the fabric and brush a few leaves free of her crinoline.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 3:18 pm
This was, by Penthe's reckoning, an unfamiliar Corrupt, but that was fine. She spread her hands in a fairly universal gesture of "not armed" (not that she needed to be, but she hoped the gesture sufficed anyway, and it also displayed exactly how nonprotective her fuku was) and gave a brief nod.
"I'm just a little curious about your kind - corrupt Senshi." She said. "I've been doing this for a couple years," three, or so, which was strange to realize, "but I still feel like I don't know much about y'all at all." Even though she had been one, in that strange and awful future, even though she still sometimes had nightmares about what she had and might have done.
"What's it like?" It was a little clumsy, but Penthe wasn't exactly an orator. "Being cut off from your planet, I mean."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 9:12 pm
"Never really bothered me," Acanthite replied with a frown and a small shrug. "I was given my name when I was awakened, and so I don't even know which dead rock or distant star is mine. It never mattered to me." True, she had wondered, but it was not like the Senshi of the Cataract needed to know anything about her old dead world to call upon the power it allowed her to wield. She was a child of the Earth now, and that was all she really needed.
"And please, I'm not corrupted," she then corrected gently, with a slightly awkward half-smile. "Just different." It seemed like the other girl was not eager to fight, fortunately, and so she ventured a few steps closer, shading her eyes with one hand for a moment from the aura the stranger gave off. All the White Moon senshi felt so ... bright, and this one in particular.
"What's your name, then?" Acanthite inclined her chin slightly, as though to indicate the stars overhead. "Which planet is yours? How's it doing after all this time?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 12:40 am
Penthesilea shook her head briefly. It seemed so incredible to her, to not know, to not even want to know, but then, it was different for her, she supposed. If she had been corrupted or Mirror from her Awakening, if she had never known what it felt like to walk among the buildings on a distant asteroid and know they belonged to her, would she miss it?
Probably not.
"Not corrupted, right, sorry. Negaverse Senshi, then?" Perhaps that was a bit politer, rather than applying a, well, obviously negative apellation.
"I'm Penthesilea," she said, "and I have an asteroid, and it's thriving." As much as it could, but since she had Transcended, the jungle had begun to go from petrified trees to living wood again, and the city itself even seemed less dusty and abandoned and more...alive. "What's your mineral, cher?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 10:16 am
"Thriving?" the dark senshi repeated, a bit surprised by that response. All the others whom she had talked to said their places of power were dusty, old, and nearly forgotten. Maybe the obvious power radiating from Penthesilea was somehow indicative that her space rock was doing better?
Darkly, she wondered for a moment just what the so-called forces of 'order' had to do to nourish old-a** planets and stars back to life. Blood sacrifices of those loyal to the Negaverse, or something equally distasteful?
No, the other girl seemed earnest and peaceful at least for the moment. Even willing to amend her language for the agent.
"I'm Acanthite," the grey-eyed girl replied with a touch of pride. "Acanthite of the Cataract." A pause, then she inquired carefully, "How long did it take to get your asteroid 'thriving' again? Or did yours come that way? All the others I've asked said their little worlds were just ruins."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 11:46 am
"Thriving!" Penthe said, obviously proud. She loved her planet, which was why she had become what she was. It filled her with pride every time she went up and saw some new bloom or a little more restored forest.
"Lovely to meetcha, Acanthite," Penthe said, and she meant it. The Cataract - it sounded dangerous, powerful. The type of thing Penthe liked to see Senshi have. Much better than some she'd seen. "It took me round about a year or so, and it didn't really start getting better 'till I got all glowy," she rubbed her arm, a bit self-consciously. "Transcended, we call it, bonded with your planet. Helps make it grow again. It was dead as a drowned rat when I first went up there, but now, it's growing back." She considered, briefly.
"I could show you, if you want." She extended a hand. An offer, open-ended really.
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