"I'm fine. Stop looking at me like that.... I said stop.... Seriously.... Stop it.... holy ******** you're annoying." Her retaliation for his skeptical looks was nothing short than a hard shove of her hip against his--the non-metal cage side.
Her wrist was in a brace, broken during the fight against the Greater Youma. Other cuts and bruises were slowly healing--faster than they should for a person, but not fast enough to satisfy her.
It still felt weird to look alongside her and see Brian. Only, not Brian. Kinda. But... Rigel. Or at least, that was the name Hania said belonged to the senshi in the white, black, and green senshi that stood beside her. The uniform he work was, in a fashion, strikingly similar to hers, and it made Morgan a tad confused. Was it simply because they were cousins?
Small bits of bone were visible in the design of his uniform, but she found it... more interesting than disturbing.
"I ain't letting you patrol alone. So deal with it. I'll rest after." She was trying to keep her attention up, trying to keep an eye out and radar out for possible threats. Wasn't long ago that she'd ran across those damn corrupts, then the Greater Youma. What else was lurking around this freaking city? Small fry youma, they could deal with. Morgan wasn't convinced of Rigel's abilities in a fight, and though using her own magic was next to impossible at this point without injuring herself further... she could still fight. The night air was cool, a breeze playing with the fabrics of their uniforms, coming off the water and across the docks to the warehouses. An easy place to patrol. An easy place to find skulking youma. Easy pickings for a newbie senshi.
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He was laughing, putting his hands up in mock defense. He still wasn't used to the gloves of bound fabric, or the hood that rested over his hair, or the heels. But it was... it was still all something to get used to, right?
It was a surrealist experience. A talking cat--Hania!--a magical pen, finding out his cousin was one of those... not terrorists, but senshi. And to find out he was one of them?
Rigel of the Eldritch.
He'd been unable to stop his grin then, and to think of it now, Brian's--no, Rigel's--mouth spread in a wide, giddy smile. Not that he was... sure what it all meant. But Kailey--Morgan... why did she get a normal name?--was insistent on showing him the ropes and sticking close.
But she was injured. She told him the power outage not long ago was due to a giant youma, and during the fight she'd been hurt. No big deal, so far as she would put it, but it set him on edge--his curiosity ate at him. You didn't get a photo? Video? Nothing? Aw c'mon!
That conversation hadn't gone over great.
But try to insist they take the night off and she should rest?
That went even worse.
"Don't blame me when you end up in the hospital for stitches or a cast or something, that's all I'm saying!" He was laughing though, a smile on his face, excited as he walked beside her, looking down at her hood covered head, tossing a bound arm around her shoulders. "So are we going after youma?"
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