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It was a brisk night, moon full in the sky. Themisto wondered why he was even there in the first place - it wasn’t like he was particularly skilled at this whole “senshi” thing anyway. If he came across another youma, or worse, he wasn’t sure he was suited to take it down. Thankfully, he remembered the whole “scanning” procedure, but found it difficult to move and concentrate at the same time. He stopped every few buildings, performed a scan and moved on again. Nothing on the radar so far…
One thing that always bothered the senshi of the lost was the issue of his stupid shoes. These were crazy Japanese clunky wooden pieces of nonsense that Themisto found all but impossible to run around in. Most of the time, he simply took them off and ran around barefoot, but the thought of stepping on glass or a nail worried him greatly. With a sigh, he continued to jump from roof to roof, landing awkwardly like a newborn horse.
It was then that he stumbled upon something either fortuitous, or in extreme irony - another pair of his stupid, clunky wooden shoes.
Confused, Themisto looked down at his own, then at the abandoned pair. It was like an Old Spice commercial - look at your geta, then back at me, now at your geta THEN BACK AT ME~ Obviously, these weren’t Themisto’s shoes, unless he tossed them here before and they cloned themselves every time he henshin’d up. That would be interesting.
He looked over his shoulder, whistling mischievously. “So uh gee someone left their shoes here. It would be a shame if someone took them… hmm…” Themisto grinned and scooped them up. A few times, he’d used his shoes as solid weapons, hurling them at high speeds with the hope of clocking someone in the head. Now, by fortune’s favor, he has two pairs! Now all he needed was a youma or something to throw them at…
Moving on, his radar picked up someone powered, someone friendly. Looking over the rooftop edge of the bakery on which he stood, Themisto spied someone with a funny hat below him. “Hey uh… are you one of the good guys?”
One thing that always bothered the senshi of the lost was the issue of his stupid shoes. These were crazy Japanese clunky wooden pieces of nonsense that Themisto found all but impossible to run around in. Most of the time, he simply took them off and ran around barefoot, but the thought of stepping on glass or a nail worried him greatly. With a sigh, he continued to jump from roof to roof, landing awkwardly like a newborn horse.
It was then that he stumbled upon something either fortuitous, or in extreme irony - another pair of his stupid, clunky wooden shoes.
Confused, Themisto looked down at his own, then at the abandoned pair. It was like an Old Spice commercial - look at your geta, then back at me, now at your geta THEN BACK AT ME~ Obviously, these weren’t Themisto’s shoes, unless he tossed them here before and they cloned themselves every time he henshin’d up. That would be interesting.
He looked over his shoulder, whistling mischievously. “So uh gee someone left their shoes here. It would be a shame if someone took them… hmm…” Themisto grinned and scooped them up. A few times, he’d used his shoes as solid weapons, hurling them at high speeds with the hope of clocking someone in the head. Now, by fortune’s favor, he has two pairs! Now all he needed was a youma or something to throw them at…
Moving on, his radar picked up someone powered, someone friendly. Looking over the rooftop edge of the bakery on which he stood, Themisto spied someone with a funny hat below him. “Hey uh… are you one of the good guys?”
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Cetus had upon powering up removed those shoes, which he didn’t consider shoes at all, the damn things would be the death of him if he wore them and got into a good fight. There was no way he could fight in geta, and he was pretty sure no one else could either, so those things got left wherever he happened to be when he powered up. Tonight it was on the rooftop of a bakery.
The risk to his socked feet was great, he knew it, but he also knew if he tried running or fighting in a pair of geta he’d wind up with a ******** up ankle or worse. He’d rather ripped up socks and his feet getting cut up over a twist or break to his ankle or something else. That was why those Japanese shoes got to stay behind - like usual. He really wondered what messed up thing decided to give him Japanese shoes! He was Chinese and he’d much rather Chinese slippers, even if they weren’t very functional they at least wouldn’t cause an injury like geta would.
“How people ever walked in them, and still do, I’ll never understand.” He mumbled to himself as he lightly jumped down from the ladder on the side of the bakery and landed on his socked feet. Standing there he could feel something...someone. They were weak, like himself, and clearly a senshi. Deciding to stay and find out if they’d come to him he didn’t wait long. Looking upward he nodded slowly. “I am. As are you - clearly. Cetus, senshi of kappa - you?”
The risk to his socked feet was great, he knew it, but he also knew if he tried running or fighting in a pair of geta he’d wind up with a ******** up ankle or worse. He’d rather ripped up socks and his feet getting cut up over a twist or break to his ankle or something else. That was why those Japanese shoes got to stay behind - like usual. He really wondered what messed up thing decided to give him Japanese shoes! He was Chinese and he’d much rather Chinese slippers, even if they weren’t very functional they at least wouldn’t cause an injury like geta would.
“How people ever walked in them, and still do, I’ll never understand.” He mumbled to himself as he lightly jumped down from the ladder on the side of the bakery and landed on his socked feet. Standing there he could feel something...someone. They were weak, like himself, and clearly a senshi. Deciding to stay and find out if they’d come to him he didn’t wait long. Looking upward he nodded slowly. “I am. As are you - clearly. Cetus, senshi of kappa - you?”
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Themisto chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, holding the extra geta in the other. “So you’re stuck with the stupid shoes too? Whose idea was this? Ain’t nobody running around in these without breaking their damn feet off.”
And speaking of, Themisto had to make it down there to Cetus’ level in one piece. With a huff, he carefully dropped down but slipped on his own geta, falling on his rear. “God… friggin…. UGH I HATE THESE SHOES!” he cried, tossing down Cetus’ geta in frustration. “I don’t even get socks man, what the hell is this…” How did anyone expect him to be manly and save people when the biggest, most immediate concern was whether Themisto would break his ankles just running down the street? Plus, these wooden shoes were so loud when you ran. It wasn’t like he could ever sneak up on anything.
Themisto pulled himself up and dusted himself off with a sigh. “I’m Themisto, senshi of the lost, I guess. What’s a kappa?”
He stared, dumbfounded, at Cetus’ silly hat. It looked like a lily pad. Was a kappa a lily pad? It might’ve been a Japanese lily pad, given Cetus’ obviously-Asian fuku. But then again, Themisto’s looked similar but being lost isn’t specific to a particular culture… Senshi business was very confusing and risky to people’s ankles.
And speaking of, Themisto had to make it down there to Cetus’ level in one piece. With a huff, he carefully dropped down but slipped on his own geta, falling on his rear. “God… friggin…. UGH I HATE THESE SHOES!” he cried, tossing down Cetus’ geta in frustration. “I don’t even get socks man, what the hell is this…” How did anyone expect him to be manly and save people when the biggest, most immediate concern was whether Themisto would break his ankles just running down the street? Plus, these wooden shoes were so loud when you ran. It wasn’t like he could ever sneak up on anything.
Themisto pulled himself up and dusted himself off with a sigh. “I’m Themisto, senshi of the lost, I guess. What’s a kappa?”
He stared, dumbfounded, at Cetus’ silly hat. It looked like a lily pad. Was a kappa a lily pad? It might’ve been a Japanese lily pad, given Cetus’ obviously-Asian fuku. But then again, Themisto’s looked similar but being lost isn’t specific to a particular culture… Senshi business was very confusing and risky to people’s ankles.
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“I’m not the only one with geta?” He asked surprised to hear the others words, or rather what they implied. While it was good to know he wasn’t alone...it also made him wonder, seriously, about whoever or whatever decided on their uniforms. Why were geta seen as an ok thing to stick them with? He couldn’t fight in them, and he was a skilled martial artist, so that said something.
Looking down at the others feet, while offering a hand up to the other senshi, he took note of the bare feet and shook his head. “You’d think you’d at least get socks like i did. You should carry socks with you and before you power up put them aside and once you do...take the geta off and put the socks on.” He could do the same but with shoes but hadn’t done so...he was ok with the socks and honestly he didn’t think about it. He was too focused on why the geta rather than replacing them with something functional.
“A kappa...a Japanese yokai, a type of demon, they live in the water and have been known to drown people, eat people, but also heal people...they are a mix bag really. There is a lot about them...I’d have to sit and explain it though a book or the internet would explain it better. But in the legends kappa keep a water filled dish on their head and if it’s knocked off they die...or they wind up unable to move till it’s refilled. There are several slightly differing legends.” Which was a common thing really, stories which ran both sides of the spectrum...black and white...good and bad.”
“So what can you do...as senshi of the lost?”
Looking down at the others feet, while offering a hand up to the other senshi, he took note of the bare feet and shook his head. “You’d think you’d at least get socks like i did. You should carry socks with you and before you power up put them aside and once you do...take the geta off and put the socks on.” He could do the same but with shoes but hadn’t done so...he was ok with the socks and honestly he didn’t think about it. He was too focused on why the geta rather than replacing them with something functional.
“A kappa...a Japanese yokai, a type of demon, they live in the water and have been known to drown people, eat people, but also heal people...they are a mix bag really. There is a lot about them...I’d have to sit and explain it though a book or the internet would explain it better. But in the legends kappa keep a water filled dish on their head and if it’s knocked off they die...or they wind up unable to move till it’s refilled. There are several slightly differing legends.” Which was a common thing really, stories which ran both sides of the spectrum...black and white...good and bad.”
“So what can you do...as senshi of the lost?”
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“Geta? Is that what these shoes are called? I'd call mine ‘get outta here’ cuz they suck, hehe.” Themisto chuckled, suddenly glad he'd gone patrolling that night. Someone else was stuck with the stupid shoes too! What a relief to know it wasn't just him.
Themisto took the advice about carrying an extra pair of socks to heart. Maybe even thin running shoes might be a good idea. Then again, he'd have to consider doing this whole senshi thing more regularly, which was a somewhat nauseating thought. Themisto frowned. “They have a water bowl on their head and if it falls off, they die? Jeez, that's really weird…” The boy scratched his head. “Then again, we’ve got a big hairy ape-dude that wanders around in the woods, and skinny alien critters that eat goats.” Weird was all a matter of perspective.
Cetus’ next question wasn't something Themisto could easily answer. “I uhh… as senshi of the lost uhh… I don't know.” came the admission. He had never used his ability, and therefore had no idea what it did. “What's the senshi of kappas do?”
Themisto took the advice about carrying an extra pair of socks to heart. Maybe even thin running shoes might be a good idea. Then again, he'd have to consider doing this whole senshi thing more regularly, which was a somewhat nauseating thought. Themisto frowned. “They have a water bowl on their head and if it falls off, they die? Jeez, that's really weird…” The boy scratched his head. “Then again, we’ve got a big hairy ape-dude that wanders around in the woods, and skinny alien critters that eat goats.” Weird was all a matter of perspective.
Cetus’ next question wasn't something Themisto could easily answer. “I uhh… as senshi of the lost uhh… I don't know.” came the admission. He had never used his ability, and therefore had no idea what it did. “What's the senshi of kappas do?”
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“Yes, they are traditional Japanese footwear, so are the socks I have on which are called tabi.” He stated while flicking his golden eyes down to his feet. He may not speak Japanese but he knew what the shoes and socks were called, that wasn’t hard, he was however fluent in two languages other than English. “I’d rather Chinese slippers over these. At least they aren’t made of wood and the bottoms are flat.” So they didn’t make noise and they weren’t so hard to walk in.
“The water is their essence...their life force.” he stated with a shrug. The Japanese had yokai for all kinds of things...it was insane. They even had one for lanterns and kettles, if he remembered right. They seemed to have one for nearly everything; ridiculous really.
“We do, I think every culture has some nonhuman in their past, in stories and such. It’s not a surprise.” He added with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You don’t know?” He asked raising a brow at the other. “Clearly you need to find out. As for myself...I know it scares others. I’ve only used it once. I wouldn’t mind doing it again and somehow finding out from them. But I believe they might see a kappa.” Which given that some were described as dragging people into the water to kill them could be a terrifying thing, if that was indeed what the person had seen. “It seemed like they were caught up in some hallucination.”
“The water is their essence...their life force.” he stated with a shrug. The Japanese had yokai for all kinds of things...it was insane. They even had one for lanterns and kettles, if he remembered right. They seemed to have one for nearly everything; ridiculous really.
“We do, I think every culture has some nonhuman in their past, in stories and such. It’s not a surprise.” He added with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You don’t know?” He asked raising a brow at the other. “Clearly you need to find out. As for myself...I know it scares others. I’ve only used it once. I wouldn’t mind doing it again and somehow finding out from them. But I believe they might see a kappa.” Which given that some were described as dragging people into the water to kill them could be a terrifying thing, if that was indeed what the person had seen. “It seemed like they were caught up in some hallucination.”
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“I think we need Nikes.” came Themisto’s conclusion. Straight-up running shoes. Something meant for pavement-pounding. Come to think of it, Themisto had an old pair lying around the house. Maybe he should pack those up and carry them in a gym bag if he planned to power up and patrol at night…
But one thing bothered Themisto, and he thought it best to ask someone in his same position. “You know… and I hope this doesn’t come across the wrong way but..,” Themisto scratched his head, clearly very nervous and fidgeting. “...I’m not Asian, you know? But I have this Asian outfit that I didn’t really ask for so… is this… you know, offensive? I don’t want to be a d**k. Is this douche-y? Man…”
A defeated sigh escaped the boy and he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Anyway, if I was a kappa, I’d get a water bottle or something to hold my life force in, instead of a dish on my head. That seems like it’s askin’ for trouble.” Or maybe one of those Camel Pak backpacks with the straw that hikers and runners use to keep hydrated while out on the road. And while he hadn’t the slightest idea what a kappa looked like, being forced to see and contend with one seemed terribly frightening. If it was a demon, dear god…
“Remind me not to get on your bad side, heh.” Themisto shot some well-meaning finger-guns at Cetus. He then cleared his throat. “But uh… yeah, I don’t know what my attack does. I haven’t used it yet… I mean, there was this rhino-monster but then Kari showed up and did something nasty to it and it died, so… I didn’t really get a chance?”
That seemed like a major problem, since every time he powered up, Themisto became a blip on someone’s radar.
But one thing bothered Themisto, and he thought it best to ask someone in his same position. “You know… and I hope this doesn’t come across the wrong way but..,” Themisto scratched his head, clearly very nervous and fidgeting. “...I’m not Asian, you know? But I have this Asian outfit that I didn’t really ask for so… is this… you know, offensive? I don’t want to be a d**k. Is this douche-y? Man…”
A defeated sigh escaped the boy and he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Anyway, if I was a kappa, I’d get a water bottle or something to hold my life force in, instead of a dish on my head. That seems like it’s askin’ for trouble.” Or maybe one of those Camel Pak backpacks with the straw that hikers and runners use to keep hydrated while out on the road. And while he hadn’t the slightest idea what a kappa looked like, being forced to see and contend with one seemed terribly frightening. If it was a demon, dear god…
“Remind me not to get on your bad side, heh.” Themisto shot some well-meaning finger-guns at Cetus. He then cleared his throat. “But uh… yeah, I don’t know what my attack does. I haven’t used it yet… I mean, there was this rhino-monster but then Kari showed up and did something nasty to it and it died, so… I didn’t really get a chance?”
That seemed like a major problem, since every time he powered up, Themisto became a blip on someone’s radar.
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“Anything is better than geta.” The senshi of kappa stated, staring at his own pair and pulling a face which for a moment even turned into a glare. He really didn’t like the shoes he was stuck with. He could only hope they’d change when he powered up, whenever that would be. For now though he was stuck with the damn things.
Staring for a moment at the other, golden eyes surprised, he shook his head. “You got stuck with it. Even if you didn’t I don’t find it to be bothersome in the slightest. Not to mention I’m Chinese and that looks more Japanese to me. Hell, I look like a mix up of Japanese and Chinese myself.” He stated while looking down at himself.
“If anyone ever tells you it offends them...do point them out to me or even Knight Venice. Either of us would be more than happy to slap some sense into them, especially me. Venice...I think he made a Hanbok for his American partner even, he was talking about it not long ago to me.” Come to think of it he should ask for pictures of the others partner wearing it, or at least ask to see the finished product, he was curious about it.
“Personally, and this is just me, I don’t mind people wearing things from any culture. We all do. Not to mention in this day and age, with computers, the internet, air travel...the world is smaller and we all share things and blend them in. It works. It changes things, yes, but some of those changes are good - to help modernize. Plus it brings along the old with it.” Shrugging his shoulders a bit. “Look at American takes on Asian food, not that you’d catch me eating American Chinese food, but it’s a good example.” So was music and fashion and plenty of other things. It made life interesting and snuck in bits of home, for some people, and those were comforting to some people...and something to point at and be proud of.
Laughing he shook his head and reached forward to lay and hand on the others shoulder, glad for the change in topic. He’d heard some people talk about cultural this and that and some other nonsense in the past. It really annoyed him so he tried to ignore it, before he got in someone's face and told them off. He did not need that, plus his siblings wouldn’t be pleased with him if he got into a fight with people protesting - even if they were foolish and over the top.
“I’ll remind you but I doubt you’ll get on my bad side. Now then...we should find something for us to beat on so we can try and figure what your magic does. Please tell me you can at least fight?” Or was he going to be taking this one under his wing and teaching him? Because he would do that, because people who suffered with geta needed to stick together.
Staring for a moment at the other, golden eyes surprised, he shook his head. “You got stuck with it. Even if you didn’t I don’t find it to be bothersome in the slightest. Not to mention I’m Chinese and that looks more Japanese to me. Hell, I look like a mix up of Japanese and Chinese myself.” He stated while looking down at himself.
“If anyone ever tells you it offends them...do point them out to me or even Knight Venice. Either of us would be more than happy to slap some sense into them, especially me. Venice...I think he made a Hanbok for his American partner even, he was talking about it not long ago to me.” Come to think of it he should ask for pictures of the others partner wearing it, or at least ask to see the finished product, he was curious about it.
“Personally, and this is just me, I don’t mind people wearing things from any culture. We all do. Not to mention in this day and age, with computers, the internet, air travel...the world is smaller and we all share things and blend them in. It works. It changes things, yes, but some of those changes are good - to help modernize. Plus it brings along the old with it.” Shrugging his shoulders a bit. “Look at American takes on Asian food, not that you’d catch me eating American Chinese food, but it’s a good example.” So was music and fashion and plenty of other things. It made life interesting and snuck in bits of home, for some people, and those were comforting to some people...and something to point at and be proud of.
Laughing he shook his head and reached forward to lay and hand on the others shoulder, glad for the change in topic. He’d heard some people talk about cultural this and that and some other nonsense in the past. It really annoyed him so he tried to ignore it, before he got in someone's face and told them off. He did not need that, plus his siblings wouldn’t be pleased with him if he got into a fight with people protesting - even if they were foolish and over the top.
“I’ll remind you but I doubt you’ll get on my bad side. Now then...we should find something for us to beat on so we can try and figure what your magic does. Please tell me you can at least fight?” Or was he going to be taking this one under his wing and teaching him? Because he would do that, because people who suffered with geta needed to stick together.
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Themisto found himself oddly intrigued by Cetus’ explanation - he himself was Chinese, stuck with a Japanese senshi title and fuku. Themisto was American, white bread in the same predicament. Why was that? Whoever was in charge of the Senshi Sorting Hat didn’t seem to have ethnicity in mind when assigning outfits. If it didn’t bother Cetus, then Themisto felt about one million times better about the whole situation.
“Knight Venice? Who’s that? You mean there’s like… Knight Ontario and Knight Paris and Lancelot and Camelot and oh, tis a silly place running around out here too? That’s… pretty wild.” Themisto blinked for a moment. Clearly he was in the dark about quite a bit of this, his awakening having been both traumatic and short. “Jeez, I’m way out of the loop I guess, huh?” Themisto shrugged with a nervous laugh. Not much else he could do.
Giving Cetus a very light, playful punch in the arm, Themisto gave his compatriot a broad smile. “Hey, how’s about I buy you something to eat, and you fill me in on all the crazy going on out here? To be honest, I’ve hid from it for a while. Tried to just focus on graduating on time and gettin’ a job and helping around the house. I put a lot of that stuff away in my head and tried not to think about it. But the guilt, you know, the guilt… it was gettin’ to me. I powered up and then realized… I’m a sitting duck out here with stupid, loud and clunky shoes, and no idea what’s going on.”
The senshi of the lost then took off his own geta and bent over to pick up Cetus’ with a sigh. He’d rather walk barefoot than bumble his way down the street. “How do you feel about Mexican?”
“Knight Venice? Who’s that? You mean there’s like… Knight Ontario and Knight Paris and Lancelot and Camelot and oh, tis a silly place running around out here too? That’s… pretty wild.” Themisto blinked for a moment. Clearly he was in the dark about quite a bit of this, his awakening having been both traumatic and short. “Jeez, I’m way out of the loop I guess, huh?” Themisto shrugged with a nervous laugh. Not much else he could do.
Giving Cetus a very light, playful punch in the arm, Themisto gave his compatriot a broad smile. “Hey, how’s about I buy you something to eat, and you fill me in on all the crazy going on out here? To be honest, I’ve hid from it for a while. Tried to just focus on graduating on time and gettin’ a job and helping around the house. I put a lot of that stuff away in my head and tried not to think about it. But the guilt, you know, the guilt… it was gettin’ to me. I powered up and then realized… I’m a sitting duck out here with stupid, loud and clunky shoes, and no idea what’s going on.”
The senshi of the lost then took off his own geta and bent over to pick up Cetus’ with a sigh. He’d rather walk barefoot than bumble his way down the street. “How do you feel about Mexican?”
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“Venice is a knight of Ganymede, a Page. He’s from Korea, he’s only been living here a little over a year.” He answered easily. The two of them got on well, especially since he knew Korean, it helped that they had some cultural things in common and language wasn’t such an issue for them. The other being several years older than himself didn’t bother him really, it was just a number.
“I don’t know of an Ontario or Paris or the other one. Venice did mention a Camelot though...an older man that he met once or twice.” He said with a shrug. “I don’t know what decides a knights name but it is what it is. We get stars and moons and such and they get their thing. Negaverse agents seem to get stones - minerals and gemstones and such.”
“I’ll fill you in on what I can. I don’t know a lot, my cousin might know more, but I’ll do my best.” And he would. He’d help this other senshi as much as he could, though he did feel there were others who could do a better job than he himself could. Not knowing too many other senshi himself he wondered who else he might be able to bring in to help the other, to catch him up on things.
“Food sounds good. We can talk over a hot meal.” He answered while glancing about. “We should power down if we are going to eat.” Which meant no more geta - yes! It wouldn’t be wise of them to go looking for a place to eat like this much less walking into a place. “I understand the guilt. I don’t do much as a senshi myself so I know the feeling.” Though he did plan to do more - do better.
“At least I know how to fight...my magic will grow in time and I’ll be able to help better.” And that would ease some of the guilt he had over not doing much and being weak magically.
“I don’t know of an Ontario or Paris or the other one. Venice did mention a Camelot though...an older man that he met once or twice.” He said with a shrug. “I don’t know what decides a knights name but it is what it is. We get stars and moons and such and they get their thing. Negaverse agents seem to get stones - minerals and gemstones and such.”
“I’ll fill you in on what I can. I don’t know a lot, my cousin might know more, but I’ll do my best.” And he would. He’d help this other senshi as much as he could, though he did feel there were others who could do a better job than he himself could. Not knowing too many other senshi himself he wondered who else he might be able to bring in to help the other, to catch him up on things.
“Food sounds good. We can talk over a hot meal.” He answered while glancing about. “We should power down if we are going to eat.” Which meant no more geta - yes! It wouldn’t be wise of them to go looking for a place to eat like this much less walking into a place. “I understand the guilt. I don’t do much as a senshi myself so I know the feeling.” Though he did plan to do more - do better.
“At least I know how to fight...my magic will grow in time and I’ll be able to help better.” And that would ease some of the guilt he had over not doing much and being weak magically.
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Themisto blinked at Cetus oddly. This whole knight-business was complete news to him, and he hadn’t remembered anything about it being mentioned during his rather short and traumatic awakening. “So… this Venice guy, he’s one of the good guys, right? Like, if he wasn’t, he would’ve attacked you, right? I’ve seen some weirdos running around in dark clothing and when I do the whole sense other people weird thing, they just... “ Themisto made a gesture with his hands, as if trying to pull the phrase from thin air. “I dunno, they just felt different. It was bad, like fear. Like starin’ down the barrel of a gun.”
The newbie senshi shook his head and slumped his shoulders, like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. Themisto knew, in an abstract sort of way, that there was more to what Destiny City News at Nine was reporting. It was completely and dangerously different to be directly involved.
“So… Venice, is different from us, but on the same side. And you said there’s a Camelot too?” That excited Themisto, being that he was an avid fan of the Monty Python movies. “Does he have people following him around with coconuts? You know, clip clop clip clop, like in the movies?” The boy snickered. Likely, Camelot was not such a silly place, if he’s involved in the war too. And being older, either he was just new to the job, or he’d been around the block a few times.
“How do we know a knight when we see one? I mean…” Themisto started to walk with Cetus, trying not only to come up with a good place to eat, but a secluded spot to return to normal. He lifted his silly, dark green collar. “We have these. You have one too. Do knights get like… cool armor or something? That seems way better for a war than… geta.”
The newbie senshi shook his head and slumped his shoulders, like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. Themisto knew, in an abstract sort of way, that there was more to what Destiny City News at Nine was reporting. It was completely and dangerously different to be directly involved.
“So… Venice, is different from us, but on the same side. And you said there’s a Camelot too?” That excited Themisto, being that he was an avid fan of the Monty Python movies. “Does he have people following him around with coconuts? You know, clip clop clip clop, like in the movies?” The boy snickered. Likely, Camelot was not such a silly place, if he’s involved in the war too. And being older, either he was just new to the job, or he’d been around the block a few times.
“How do we know a knight when we see one? I mean…” Themisto started to walk with Cetus, trying not only to come up with a good place to eat, but a secluded spot to return to normal. He lifted his silly, dark green collar. “We have these. You have one too. Do knights get like… cool armor or something? That seems way better for a war than… geta.”
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“He is, he’s a knight. They are on the same side, they just have different magic.” He could already see he was going to have a lot of things to explain to his fellow senshi. This was going to be interesting, that was for sure. Listening to the other speak he nodded his head slowly. “Those were likely officers of the Negaverse - they are the bad guys. They also have some senshi on their side...you’ll feel similar to what you felt for the Negaverse officer when you are around any of them.” He was really going to have to get this one out and about and train him, other wise he was a sitting duck.
“Yes, Venice is on our side. He is what happens when a senshi becomes a royal...they get knights. Ganymede, a senshi, is a princess and so has knights - he is one of them.” He was going to make sure this senshi met Venice...at some point. Staring for a moment at the question about Camelot he was clueless, so very clueless, but shook his head. “I don’t think so...i’ve never met him but I doubt anyone would follow him around doing that. Of course you can find him and ask.”
From what Venice had told him Camelot was likely old enough to be his father, or close to it, the man worked in the library and was more of a serious sort who took the knight business serious - as it should be. He hadn’t seen him though, not that it mattered or bothered the senshi of kappa. He was fine working mostly on his own, maybe gaining a few allies here and there and helping people when and where needed - like here.
“They don’t all have armor, Venice doesn’t have any. They do feel similar to us - good. But also they each have markings for the planet they represent on them...all over the place.” It was...a lot really. Though Venice at least looked tasteful, in regard to the placement of the symbols...his uniform made him look like he should be working at an asian massage parlor...or at some love hotel as a bed warmer. It wasn’t the others fault though and he knew it.
“Come on, let’s power down.” He said pulling the other to an alleyway which they’d been about to pass. Once down a good ways, and hidden from anyone walking by, he powered himself down. Left in warm winter clothing, all bundled up, he smiled down at the sneakers on his feet. “You next and then we go get food.”
“Yes, Venice is on our side. He is what happens when a senshi becomes a royal...they get knights. Ganymede, a senshi, is a princess and so has knights - he is one of them.” He was going to make sure this senshi met Venice...at some point. Staring for a moment at the question about Camelot he was clueless, so very clueless, but shook his head. “I don’t think so...i’ve never met him but I doubt anyone would follow him around doing that. Of course you can find him and ask.”
From what Venice had told him Camelot was likely old enough to be his father, or close to it, the man worked in the library and was more of a serious sort who took the knight business serious - as it should be. He hadn’t seen him though, not that it mattered or bothered the senshi of kappa. He was fine working mostly on his own, maybe gaining a few allies here and there and helping people when and where needed - like here.
“They don’t all have armor, Venice doesn’t have any. They do feel similar to us - good. But also they each have markings for the planet they represent on them...all over the place.” It was...a lot really. Though Venice at least looked tasteful, in regard to the placement of the symbols...his uniform made him look like he should be working at an asian massage parlor...or at some love hotel as a bed warmer. It wasn’t the others fault though and he knew it.
“Come on, let’s power down.” He said pulling the other to an alleyway which they’d been about to pass. Once down a good ways, and hidden from anyone walking by, he powered himself down. Left in warm winter clothing, all bundled up, he smiled down at the sneakers on his feet. “You next and then we go get food.”
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The senshi of the lost chuckled and gave Cetus a good-natured clap on the back. “You’ve never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Okay, you’re going to need to see that, it’s great. Camelot is a silly place, you know, haha.” Maybe after Cetus had seen the movie, they could make French Taunter jokes at the Negaverse.
You know, if it didn’t wind up getting them killed, that is.
On a more somber note, however, Themisto swallowed hard. “They… they even have people like us on their side? Man, that’s heavy stuff.” He ducked into the same alley and peeked back out around the corner several times before willing the magic away from himself. That was always an interesting process - the idea that one had multiple identities. Like a costume, but with superpowers attached. Was this how Superman felt when he got into the phone booth to transform?
Themisto -- now in civilian form -- dusted off his jacket sleeve. He now wore much more sensible, and comfortable, clothing. A navy windbreaker, jeans and heavy boots with a fluffy cap. The boy reached for Cetus’ hand to shake. “Zachary Calloway. Just call me Zach. Sounds like we’ve got a lot to cover. Not every place is open but I know this great taco place that’s open all night. I know the stoner college kids like to go there so we probably won’t get noticed. My treat?”
It was strange, he thought, to find a friend despite the craziness of being a senshi. Maybe with some background, Zach could figure out exactly where he fit in the war that ravaged Destiny City.
You know, if it didn’t wind up getting them killed, that is.
On a more somber note, however, Themisto swallowed hard. “They… they even have people like us on their side? Man, that’s heavy stuff.” He ducked into the same alley and peeked back out around the corner several times before willing the magic away from himself. That was always an interesting process - the idea that one had multiple identities. Like a costume, but with superpowers attached. Was this how Superman felt when he got into the phone booth to transform?
Themisto -- now in civilian form -- dusted off his jacket sleeve. He now wore much more sensible, and comfortable, clothing. A navy windbreaker, jeans and heavy boots with a fluffy cap. The boy reached for Cetus’ hand to shake. “Zachary Calloway. Just call me Zach. Sounds like we’ve got a lot to cover. Not every place is open but I know this great taco place that’s open all night. I know the stoner college kids like to go there so we probably won’t get noticed. My treat?”
It was strange, he thought, to find a friend despite the craziness of being a senshi. Maybe with some background, Zach could figure out exactly where he fit in the war that ravaged Destiny City.
