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 Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 2:53 pm
Chrysocolla isn't miserable. (Well. Yes. She supposes she is, actually, but that's bad for business and besides, nobody needs to know. If her quota's dropped down to just normal, and her schoolwork is slower and her grades are struggling, it's because she has a broken wrist that - even with all her Senshi healing - is still tender and frail, and anything else is an unfortunate result of that.) If she was miserable, she'd be inconvenient to everyone, and it's a thought that terrifies her - so she does her work obediently as ever.
If her patrols are halfhearted, well, she usually patrols alone and chats up lower-level senshi and knights to make them see the error of their ways. She works up the 'poor tortured youth' angle. (It's not hard. Her breath catches in her throat, when she thinks about Celsus, when she thinks about almost no food for a week and Sylvite's dehydration - it catches so bad that sometimes she wants to throw up, and she has to stop thinking about anything at all for a few minutes until the feeling passes.) But if they're stronger, if they're aggressive, she can teleport and she can hide and she can leave her henshin behind like so much useless glitter until it's safe. And it's safe right now. There's an Eternal coming -- but Chrysocolla feels no need to move from her rooftop spot, a splint on her right wrist (off and on before and after her transformation so that it doesn't get lost), an oversized hoodie zipped all the way up to her neck.
Maybe it'll be someone she's met before! That might be nice. It could take her mind off her wrist.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 12:26 am
Kerberos wanted to be happy to see Chrysocolla. He really, really did. But, a) she was still Chrysocolla, and not Warhol, and b) she looked utterly miserable. So, cheery greetings were out the window. She wasn't running, which was good, because she didn't look like she should be.
He walked over to her and sat down, adjusting his sweater because he had finally given in and started dressing for the chilly weather.
"Hey," he said, softly. "Are you okay?" She obviously wasn't, but asking, he hoped, would give her a chance to open up, if and only if she wanted to.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 3:19 pm
Chrysocolla didn't look up to acknowledge Kerberos' presence, not even when he sat down; she barely moved except for the half-nervous jitter of her left hand's fingers tapping out a rhythm on the roof, for grounding. "I will be," was her eventual answer, but - she didn't sound particularly sure. "I've just never had a broken wrist before, so...dealing with it's really hard. How have you been...?" Deflect, deflect, redirect. Talk about him, not about her. It was easier that way.
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