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 Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 10:40 am
Sinope was bored. It was all well and good to stay out of harm's way, especially when he wasn't being forced to take sides in the war between the Negaverse and the White Moon Court, but it was also dreadfully dull. Sometimes when he went out to collect energy, a White Moon sensei would confront him about it and they could be fun to mess with a little on occasion. He didn't generally go around seeking them out for fear of earning more enmity than he would have liked; two of them had already gotten angry enough with him to grab him threateningly by the front of his fuku before he was able to talk them down.
Today, though, Sinope was just bored enough to check out the Order signature he discovered during one of his energy-gathering excursions. Sometimes it was fun just to find out what their sphere was and what sort of powers that sphere entailed. After having met the Senshi of Walls who had used his wall creation to crush youma and to launch himself into the air, the redhead became more interested the concept of utilizing of abilities to their fullest by imagining creative and unconventional ways to employ said magic.
His own in particular had really been giving him trouble as of late since it seemed to hurt more than help him in battle. Perhaps if he could be clever enough to devise a better way of using it, though, he could get it to work in his favor instead. After all, he must have had this power for some reason other than losing, making people mad, and getting his a** kicked, right? He just had to be clever enough to figure out how to use it properly or else he wasn't sure he could consider himself worthy of his sphere.
Sinope's power was such that he couldn't practice or make use of it without someone to use it on, though. Since it was relatively harmless, he figured he could avoid making too many enemies trying to test it out on others, but it wouldn't have been as effective practicing it on people who knew how it worked, so he couldn't ask acquaintances for their assistance. No, for this he needed a stranger. And the long-haired blonde one with the Order energy signature he'd tracked seemed like he would do well.
"Hello," he greeted, approaching the...young man? "Wow...that's a lot of hair you've got there. Do you have to take care of all that as a civilian? Must be a pain in the a**." xKyuseisha no Hikari ((Please let me know if there's anything I need to change!))
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 9:25 pm
Alya had been nearly oblivious to the nearing Dark Mirror Senshi; in the back of his mind he was aware of something, but he just could not wrap his head around energy signatures well enough to comprehend what was going on. Until, of course, someone was speaking to him.
He turned towards the man that addressed him and blinked, hand instinctively going to the long blonde hair. He pulled it over his shoulder, combing his fingers lightly over it.
“In the neck more, and the back. My a** is perfectly fine though, I assure you.”
He flashed a quick smile, curious and only slightly guarded. “But it’s worth the trouble, I think. I’m very fond of it. But then, did you really come to me to talk about my hair?” He wore a bemused smile as he asked, turning to face the male. While he kept one hand toying with his hair, he planted his other on his hip; he didn’t seem like he felt threatened.
But then, he seemed like he was very interested in talking to begin with.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 12:18 am
He stared for a few minutes as he contemplated the blonde's non-verbal reaction, watching him adjust it to drape over his shoulder and run his fingers through it. Was that a sign of insecurity? A nervous habit?
But then the verbal response sunk in and Sinope laughed. He hadn't expected the guy to have a sense of humor, nor to react so...warmly? Was that a good term to describe that expression? Whatever it was, the high schooler couldn't help finding it cute somehow. Not that there was reason to say so.
"Why, is it heavy?" the redhead sneered. "I'm curious why you think it's worth the trouble. Long hair seems like a sign of vanity to me. I always figured that was why corrupt senshi had such lengthy locks, but what do I know?" He shrugged. "I just figured you would be satisfied enough with your good-looking face to not need mile-long hair to go with it. Or distract from it, even."
A flirt; that was the sort of vibe Sinope realized he was getting off this guy. Not a blatant, classless one, either; no, this person obviously had experience and knew how to play coy to their advantage. While the teen liked to think he was impervious to such manipulative tactics and charm, it was still nice not to be treated with hostility right off the bat for once.
He knew very well that could change in an instant once he used his magic, though, so he was reluctant to use it immediately as had been his plan. Maybe they could talk for a while. This fellow seemed interesting and it didn't look like either of them were planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
"I, uh...just came to find out what you were about, I guess," the Dark Mirror Senshi answered, scratching his head for a better excuse. He couldn't very well say he had come looking for someone to test his magic on, but what he said wasn't a lie, either. "You're obviously a White Moon Senshi, but what's your sphere?" Vaguely, he wondered if senshi spheres had anything to do with the powered being who took dominion over them. "Er...do you know what Dark Mirror Senshi are?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 12:21 am
Alya’s smile didn’t falter.
“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest thing. Compliments like that are the fastest way to my heart. I’ll be honest with you, you’re right about the vanity thing. I can’t speak for corrupted Senshi, but I am vain.”
And shameless about it.
“And all the more interested in you. My name is Alya, Senshi of Apathy. And I hope you won’t be offended if I don’t know much about Dark Mirror Senshi. Are you one?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2017 5:31 pm
Sinope stared. "What?" Sweet? Him? Wait, what compliment?
And then it dawned on him. What Sinope had spoken off-handedly as a - well, not exactly a fact, but what he assumed was a common conception regarding the blonde's appearance - the White Moon Senshi must have taken as flattery. Had the guy thought Sinope had been hitting on him or something?
"No, no - er..." How to say this without sounding more awkward than he already did? Anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, he tried again. "I didn't mean to compliment you; I was just making a statement. I'm not after your heart, I swear."
Hazel eyes darted frantically about, seeking any subject other than the other young man's face. "I mean, even if I was, I wouldn't be so cliche as to think I could win your affection with mere compliments, especially since you're probably so blasé toward them by now. Not that I'm trying to win your affection. I mean - I just - " Shut up. Just shut up already! You're only making things worse! "If I paid you a compliment, it'd more likely be about your honesty than your looks." Congratulations. You just managed to turn an unintended compliment into an unintended insult.
Why was this so hard? Chatting up bullies and other people who hated him was a walk in the park. But then was it because this person was so nice and he wasn't used to dealing with nice people?
And yet he couldn't bite his tongue. Sinope knew his big mouth dug him some pretty deep holes, but it was all he had to get himself out of them, too. Closing his eyes, he groaned and ran his hand over his face.
"Look, I...I don't mean you're not good-looking, but I don't really give a damn about looks and I'm only going off of my impression of society's standards. What I meant to say is I'm glad you can be honest, even with a complete stranger like me, because while looks can be a matter of luck, I think honesty's a lot more difficult to achieve. Particularly when it's about your own faults." He shrugged, trying not to seem too serious. "Or maybe it's easier because I'm a stranger and you don't have to give a rat's a** what I think. Or who knows? Maybe you don't think of it as a fault."
He couldn't help pondering, though, that it seemed contradictory for someone who was vain to not care what others thought. Unless maybe he just had enough self-confidence to not worry about others due to his vanity? Ugh, he was probably looking too much into things again. Sinope had just met this guy; he had no need to wonder so much about his motivations and reasoning.
Back on topic. "Senshi of Apathy? Whoa...that's...that's a pretty awesome sphere." Not one he would have guessed, but fascinating for sure. What was his magic like? And again, he had to wonder if senshi spheres had anything to do with the senshi themselves. "Nah, don't worry about it," he answered with a grin, waving a hand dismissively.
"Most people don't seem to know about us, anyway. I'm just glad you're not one of those guys that gets all hostile just 'cause we've got Chaos signatures. But yeah, I am. Sailor Sinope, Dark Mirror Senshi of Slyness." Unable to resist, he blurted, "What's your magic like?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:11 pm
Alya’s smile still didn’t fade; instead, he laughed. “You’re cute,” he decided. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard, though. It is easier to be honest about the things that you can’t lie about, though. Stranger or not, I am unfortunately cursed to care very much about what others think, especially in all things regarding me. I am glad you think my sphere is interesting. Truthfully, I was a little disappointed with it. Apathy is so boring. I mean, in essence.”
A part of him would have liked something a bit more flashy, but he supposed Apathy was pretty awesome, in its own way.
“I don’t use my magic often, I don’t really like to fight. Chaos, Order,” he shrugged. “I don’t really see the need to be hostile. Talking is so much more effective. For example, if we didn’t talk, I would never have gotten to know anything about the Dark Mirror Court. Or that you were the Senshi of Slyness. I happen to think that is a far more interesting sphere. What does your magic do?” he asked, clearly interested in not only Sinope, but his Court as well.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 9:43 pm
At the comment that he was 'cute', Sinope balked, his mouth soundlessly opening and closing a couple of times as he attempted to respond but was too flabbergasted to do so. Cute?! First he was being called sweet and now cute? Obviously he was making an awful first impression if that was what the other senshi thought of him. He needed to stop being so flustered and get his head back on straight. Let Alya call him cute. What did it matter, anyway?
"Ironic to care so much when your sphere is apathy," the redhead mused once he had recollected himself and his thoughts somewhat. "I guess I can see how you might think it's boring, but at the same time I think it could be a source of strength. If you don't care about what others think, very little can hurt or bother you. Emotionally or mentally, anyway, I figure." He gave a small shrug. "Wouldn't mind being a bit more apathetic myself, but I guess having a certain quality as a sphere doesn't necessarily mean you yourself embody it." Which was a shame, because he had enough of an ego of his own to have liked to think he was the embodiment of his own sphere. Even if, in truth, he knew he had a long way to go to get even close.
Sinope perked at Alya's confession that he didn't really like to fight. "Well, whaddya know? Me either. And I completely agree! If I have to fight, my favorite weapons are words." He gestured flamboyantly. "I may suck at actual fighting, but I'm pretty skilled with making sound arguments and getting others to see my point of view, if I do say so myself." The teen held up a finger. "Not to mention recognizing subterfuge, loopholes, and wordplay. But I do have to wonder..."
Meeting Alya's eyes, Sinope began to grin. "I noticed you didn't directly answer my question and instead turned it back on me. Clever, attempting to change the subject, but whether it was because you forgot I asked you first or you're deliberately hiding something, I won't be dissuaded so easily." His grin broadened, hazel gaze unwavering. "If you actually want to know what my magic does and aren't asking just to distract me, why not got guess? Here's a hint: it's called Sly Secret Steal." Kyuseisha no Hikari Sly Secret Steal: Sinope locks eyes with his target on the battlefield and casts them a knowing grin. Causes the target to be seized by the unshakable feeling that Sinope knows something about them they really don't want him to know (whether or not he actually knows it) The player of the target can interpret as they see fit what their character thinks Sinope knows. Sinope does not necessarily know whatever it is, but his attack causes his target to think he does, which serves as an unnerving distraction during battle.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2017 9:07 pm
Alya emitted a startled yelp when Sinope actually used his magic on him. “I thought we were getting along so well,” he exclaimed, as if betrayed. He might not have known what the magic did by its casting alone, but the name indicated enough to him.
Alya had many secrets, not the least of which was his identity, and he’d spent a good portion of his life trying to pretend like they, and the past, didn’t exist. He had the sensation, suddenly, that he was extremely disadvantaged. What secret could he have stolen? There were so many, and any number of them were enough to debilitate him.
He felt like his skin was crawling and he seemed thoroughly flustered. His go to, of course, was to get defensive. “A conversation would have been absolutely fitting, you could have simply told me what it did! I’m appalled at your behavior, Sinope, you had been making such a good impression. I found you captivating and now—now,” he huffed, mind still swimming with secrets of things he wanted buried. He tried to push them from his mind, but his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to tame them.
“Now, you’ve just offended me. My magic is apathy! Truly, what do you think it could do? I’d use it on you now if it wasn’t clear that you already don’t care about what you said or did!”
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 12:29 am
Instead of learning anything about the White Moon Senshi, Sinope only found himself more baffled than ever by Alya's reaction. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but he must not have imagined the blonde's demeanor to have changed so drastically because that was what shocked him most of all.
Perhaps he had been thinking that Alya's kind reception of him up until then had merely been a facade. He had imagined the long-haired senshi was skilled with acting, in which case appearing to keep his composure after having been hit with Sinope's attack would have been easy for him. As things stood now, though, Alya didn't appear to have taken his choice of action well.
Somehow, in some weird way the red-head didn't quite understand, he was happy to see the red-eyed young man so flustered. Maybe it was the idea that even near-perfect-seeming beings could get that way, too. The idea that Alya was human and could get upset or hurt like any other made Sinope feel a little more at ease with him. It suggested that maybe they weren't all that different. He knew he had no reason to feel more at ease, though, when the blonde was probably ready to retaliate.
Even with the angry words directed his way, he couldn't shake his mystified stare. He was the one who had caused such turmoil in Alya's mind. Him. Could he really have mattered enough to have upset the other senshi so, or was this just another act? If it was, it was a very good one. So much so that the claim that he didn't care about what he'd said or did actually hurt. Normally, he was certain that he would have just been able to laugh it off.
"I..." At a loss for words again. How often was this going to happen? "I'm sorry. I just...I didn't think you would..." What? What hadn't he thought Alya would do? "I didn't think you would care so much. ...Or at all." He knew the other senshi had told him specifically that he cared very much what others thought, but it was one thing to hear it said and another to see proof. He was usually so busy dealing with the anger that followed his magic that he often forgot to consider how that emotion often stemmed from the vulnerability his ability caused.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 2:54 pm
Alya crossed his arms over his chest almost defensively. His brows stayed knit for a few seconds long and his lips were pursed. He had to look away for a minute to collect himself and then just sighed heavily. “No, why would anyone think I actually cared.”
The words came out almost flat, and very bitter. It wasn’t a question; it just seemed like a sore topic.
Just because Sinope’s magic was fading didn’t mean he wasn’t still fussing over his secrets, or the fact that the Dark Mirror Senshi had actually used his magic on him—and, had he stolen a secret? Sinope was apologizing; was it for using the magic, or was it because he’d found something out? –What secret could he have found that would have made him guilty enough to apologize?
Alya shifted positions again and tried not to look as worried as he felt about all of it.
He drew in a breath and tried to force his face to relax; he closed his eyes and drew in a calming breath. “…It’s not a big deal, I guess. It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it. But you really shouldn’t go around stealing someone’s secrets, you could wind up hurting them. Or getting yourself hurt. Imagine if you found out something you weren’t supposed to know from someone who was really keen on keeping their secrets private?”
Alya had liked Sinope; even now he didn’t find the man entirely unpleasant, he was just bitter about the magic and the threat of having his secrets stolen. Alya was a little stony, a little more reserved, but he was trying to put on a mask of complacency. It was slow, but it was forming.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 9:57 pm
"It's not you," the redhead was quick to say - a little too quick for his own liking. "It's just that there's no reason for you to care about anything I thought." That was why he purposely played the role of the class clown. He didn't want anyone taking him seriously. It was easier to keep them at arms length if no one cared about what he said. "I mean...we just met and all. So why...?" Why are you acting so betrayed? "We're not...friends or anything." The knot in the pit of his stomach that he knew was guilt made him feel nauseous. Heavens, how he loathed that feeling. It was unbecoming of a trickster.
He wanted it gone as soon as possible. Surely that was why he was doing his best to console Alya now. There could be no other reason. No other reason he would acknowledge, at least. That expression that the blonde was trying so hard to conceal, though - that just made the guilt worse. He had to make it go away!
Instead of helping him, Alya's warning only served to fuel Sinope's inner dissension. Damn it, don't tell me that like you're worried for me! Especially after I just hurt you! This sort of person was the worst! He just didn't know how to deal with someone so selfless. If they didn't act selfish, as Sinope believed all normal human beings instinctively should have, then he felt guilty for being selfish himself.
Feeling guilty for being selfish, according to Sinope, was a crime against nature because it was nature that made every creature dependant on its own survival. When creatures like humans decided to put the survival of others above their own, it completely destroyed the whole system. That was why he hated them so. He had yet to figure out how to respond to selflessness and kindness because the guilt their behavior and words created in him prevented him from acting against them. Worse yet, in addition to guilt, such things cultivated far more dangerous feelings - weaknesses such as affection, caring, and concern. Weaknesses such as love and friendship that often led to one's downfall or even demise.
He couldn't have felt such things for Alya, though, and Alya couldn't have for him; certainly not. As he repeatedly kept reminding both himself and the White Moon Senshi, the pair of them had just met each other. They couldn't be any more than mere acquaintances, whatever they had learned about one another over the past few minutes. No matter how the idea of Sinope's betrayal appeared to have hurt the other senshi.
"I didn't steal anyone's secrets," he blurted, immediately hating himself for it once the words left his mouth. If he went around telling everyone how his magic worked, what good would it be? He still wasn't sure if it had an effect on those who knew what it did. Oh well; might as well finish what he started with the cat already half out of the bag. "...My magic just makes people think I do. It's a distraction...I think." A distraction that drew attention toward him rather than away, but a distraction nonetheless.
It still nagged at him the way Alya, for Sinope's sake, had tried to advise him against using his magic. He smiled wryly and scratched his head. "Trust me, my big mouth gets me beat up plenty even without the use of my magic. I'm used to it." The teen attempted to shrug off the concern for him. "It's interesting to see what the especially desperate ones are willing to do to shut me up. Sometimes they make threats or even get violent, but it gives me a decent look at human nature when fear and humiliation are involved. Facades fall away and people's true colors come out."
Hazel eyes tore away from ruby ones. "If you, uh...I dunno if it'll help, but I'm also pretty curious..." He glanced down at the shiny copper buckles of his shoes. "Um...you can use your magic on me, too, if you wanted. It's only fair." Not to mention he wouldn't have objected to a purge of his unwelcome, confusing conflict of emotions just then.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2017 5:07 pm
“Just because we aren’t friends now doesn’t mean we couldn’t be,” Alya protested, though he didn’t seem like he was trying to pick any sort of fight. Though he seemed hesitant for a moment longer, he looked up and offered a more earnest smile. “Are you lying to me about the whole secret thing just to make me feel better? …It’s nice, if you are. I appreciate that. If it’s the truth though, I feel better. I have,” he paused, debating for a moment how much he wanted to say.
He didn’t have much of a filter, sometimes, and it didn’t benefit him to keep any secrets now. “I have a lot of secrets. I guess I try to protect them. I don’t want anyone to think I’m,” he shrugged, “You know. Not perfect. It’s easier when people like you, so I don’t want to give them anything to use against me. There’s a lot that I’m ashamed of.”
He didn’t want to confess it, so truly he had no idea why the words came out. Maybe he was just so desperate to earn back some favor with this Senshi that he thought that might be the best way to go about it.
“I mean, I worked very hard to get to where I am. So I want people to think about who I am and not, you know,” he waved his hand nonchalantly as if to dismiss the thought. “Anything else. Do you really want me to use my magic on you? If I did, it wouldn’t be out of spite. I’ll do it, to sate your curiosity, but. I don’t want you to hold it against me. Deal?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 6:02 pm
No, no, don't entertain that thought. We can't be friends! Absolutely not! "I...guess that's true. New tactic: nod and agree. Maybe he'll drop the subject.
But the unexpected smile and the reasoning that followed just about killed Sinope. He fought the horribly tempting urge to just put his head in his hands and tug at his hair. Instead, he smiled back, the corner of his mouth twitching. "No." He shook his head. Stop overestimating me. "I'm not that nice. And I don't lie." Tricksters didn't need to lie. Not when they were clever enough to speak half-truths, exercise omission, and exploit loopholes.
If only he'd been clever enough to think of using any of those before being guilted into divulging the raw truth. Even though he hadn't been, here Alya was, offering him a way out with his own explanation, but Sinope was still denying it. What the hell was wrong with him?
He shouldn't have cared if Alya was uncomfortable with his magic. That was what was wrong. He would have been better off just letting Alya believe it was a lie and valuing his own peace of mind over the other sensei's...but he couldn't. He shouldn't have allowed himself to be so easily influenced by the other's feelings. It was disgraceful.
Listening to the blonde, however, Sinope was amazed. "But...doesn't everyone have secrets?" With the mention of not wanting anyone to think he wasn't perfect, though, the redhead thought he understood. With Alya looking as he did, he might even have been some sort of celebrity when powered down. Such people were idolized and put on pedestals in the eyes of their fans and admirers. Hardly anyone thought of them as real people. The pressure to maintain that image must have been intense - exactly the opposite for Sinope, who did his best to give himself the worst reputation he possibly could. The way he saw it, if no one expected anything of him, no one could ever be disappointed with him. Better yet, no one liked him or wanted to get to know him.
"It's easier when people like you?" he laughed. "I always thought it was harder. Then you have to do everything you can to stay in their good graces and maintain your perfect reputation. If no one likes you, no one cares enough to even want to use anything to threaten you. It's a lot easier to stay under the radar." He cast Alya a sympathetic look. "Probably harder for you than most to try staying under the radar with that pretty face of yours, though. That's a shame. Er...unless you prefer the side of grass you're on. "
Shrugging, he answered, "Sometimes people can like you because of your flaws and imperfections, you know. People who are perfect are hard to relate to. I feel like that'd make it pretty lonely to be you." Not that he could talk, his own lifestyle purposely dependent on keeping people at a distance relationship-wise. Still, it took one to know one. "Do you prefer being alone? I know some people do." Cowards like him, for example. "It...makes it easier to avoid getting hurt."
Sinope nodded in acknowledgement of Alya's statement that he'd worked hard to get where he was. Something didn't quite make sense to him, though. "You said you want people to think about who you are," he remarked, putting a thoughtful hand to his chin. "But...what do you mean by that exactly? Do you mean what you are; another pretty face? Or who you are as a person; strengths, weaknesses, and all? It...kinda sounds like you don't want people to know the real you if you're striving so hard to seem perfect." His brow furrowed. "I know you said you want to be liked, which is a pretty common desire, but don't you think it would mean more if someone could like you for your imperfections as much as any other part of you? Maybe more than any other part of you?"
The teenager considered the offer about Alya's using his magic on him. "Yeah, I'd like to see what it's like. But...could you do me a favor?" Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked away, a tad embarrassed for asking what he wanted to ask, but not knowing if he would get another chance. "Could you, uh...I just wondered if...when people become apathetic with your magic, do you know if they become more honest if you ask them questions? Or are they apathetic to the point that they don't want to answer questions? I mean, there has to be a limit to your apathy, right? Or else they wouldn't even want to breathe. Do you know what limitations your magic has?"
He smiled sheepishly. "I've just been looking into alternate ways to utilize powers and resources, especially since mine seems to be so useless. Just if you might be able to use yours for anything else besides keeping people from attacking you. Like, you know...maybe making them apathetic enough to not care if they answered questions they wouldn't normally answer." Sinope shrugged. "Maybe it's a stretch, but I just wondered. If you don't know, now's your chance to test it out with a willing volunteer."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:40 pm
Alya laughed, but something about it was forced. He’d donned a calm demeanor again, a practiced mask.
“I hate being alone.”
There was something cold about it, though. Of all the things Alya said, it was the first time he’d said it in that tone. But, it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared; he shrugged and rolled his shoulders, as if it were some physical manifestation of rolling away whatever feelings he had buried away again.
“But I suppose it sounds complicated. People don’t have to know me. Just someone. Just one person, that’s all. But I suppose when people see the real you, flaws and all, sometimes they realize that they only cared about who you were on the outside. It’s the nature of people, though. To covet what’s easy and discard what’s too complicated. They want a pretty prize.”
He drew a smile to his face and flipped his braid over his shoulder.
“Sometimes you want more than basic attraction. But sometimes you take what you can get and you let yourself be happy with that.”
Or, force yourself, but no one had to know.
He laced his fingers before him and cracked his knuckles. “I am sorry to say though, I don’t know if my magic has that extreme of an effect on someone. I hope you care enough to find out.”
His tone was almost as impassive as his face when he called, “Touch of Apathy.”
Kitomyx Sailor Scout Attack: Touch of Apathy Alya can target one enemy within a five foot radius; he will point his finger and a stream of red light will flicker over the target for only a second. For the next twenty five seconds, the target is overcome with apathy; they seem to have little interest, next to no enthusiasm, or very little concern for anything. This makes it difficult to want to fight, or to continue doing whatever the target had previously been involved in until the magic wears off. The magic's effectiveness is somewhat diminished by extreme willpower. This magic can be used three times.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 11:51 pm
When Alya spoke again, Sinope felt he sounded more frigid than ever. It intimidated him enough to make him take a step back. But he attempted a forced smile of his own as he answered, "Sometimes you feel the most alone when you're surrounded by people."
Had he said something more to upset the blonde? What had happened?
Listening to him, though, the senshi of slyness considered his words. Maybe it took just one person to keep someone from feeling along, but it also just took one person to destroy another entirely.
"If just one person would be enough for you, don't you have at least one already?" From the way the older senshi spoke of people and their nature, though, it sounded like he did not. Sinope sighed at the stupidity of people in general. Then he opened his big mouth again on another impulse.
"You're worth more than your looks, you know," he said, half-wondering what he was even saying. "I just thought you should know that in case no one's told you. Anyone who doesn't value your flaws doesn't deserve the rest of you." The teen shrugged. "But that's just what I think."
He watched Alya crack his knuckles, instinctively expecting to get beaten up from how many times his bullies resorted to such intimidation tactics. All he could wonder when the attack was spoken, though, was if the White Moon Senshi really felt as apathetic about unleashing his magic as he sounded.
Then a stream of red light flickered over him and nothing seemed to matter anymore.
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