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The message from Arachne wasn't entirely unexpected. Lately they'd been spending more time out on patrol with one another while trading off on wrangling Sailor Thisbe. Joint custody of the impish blonde wasn't something that she had expected out of reconnecting with Sailor Arachne, but someone had to see to it that she learned how to fight while he was teaching her about responsibility and consequences.

The thought of Lysander teaching anyone either of those things was almost beyond her. He was doing well, though, and for that she was both pleased and proud. He'd come a long way since the summer they'd met-- they both had.

From atop the building he'd asked they meet at there was a spectacular view of the city. The lights shined from the streets below, buildings lit to greet the evening. It was incredible; the sort of sights she'd once wanted to take in from penthouse suites and fancy parties. How different her life was now when the thought of such things made her cringe more often than not? To be paraded around like a trophy? She was so much more than they would ever know.

"The view is incredible." She nodded slowly, although her eyes were still on the scenery before her. It was another moment before she turned to glance at the Senshi of Spiders, intending to greet him properly. The words caught before they could come out of her mouth, brows lofted and eyes wide as she took in the changes to his attire. A delighted smile lit her lips.

"It's about time you got your very own set of irritatingly in the way bows. You get used to them after a bit, but it takes a while and we'd definitely be more efficient without them-- something to suggest to the cosmos for our next go at things." She snorted softly, head giving a slow shake as she leaned back on her hands. "It must not have happened too long ago. I assume you would have wanted to show off beforehand if that was the case."

"Now just imagine doing that when you've already got hips that get in the way of everything." Another soft snort came from her upturned nose as she thought for a moment on just how awkward it really was to move around in their uniforms. Given what they were expected to do in them, one would have thought that they'd have been more practical.

"I think you've made yourself responsible, and feeling that responsibility for Thisbe is just a part of it. I've not seen my own cat in a few days because she's been tailing Thisbe around town trying to convince her to give up her henshin pen for a few minutes so she can upgrade it." Corvus shook her head. The Mauvian was determined to make Thisbe accept responsibility one way or another.

"I'd say anything you need, but knowing you I'd like to hear the favor first..." She was teasing, hoping that Arachne could tell from the way her lips had curved into a soft smirk. Things had become far easier between the two of them now that they'd both grown up and come to an understanding.

Her lips pressed together as she gave her attention to the Senshi of Spiders. Something didn't entirely sit well with her in regards to the situation and it showed on her face as he spoke. Arachne wasn't the sort of person she would call gullible. He didn't seem like the sort to believe anything and everything someone told him, especially not someone infected with Chaos, but he did wear his heart openly and giving it so freely was bound to make one trusting.

She drew in a deep breath, releasing it slowly as she closed her eyes. She knew that train of thought would get her in nothing but trouble. It was the Sailor Corvus who was young and afraid, not the one who had made it this far, trying to plague her with worry and doubt again. There was a strained panic and a run of 'what ifs' that she shoved back down as she looked to Arachne once more.

"Mag Mell would say 'yes' to a meeting even if I advised against it-- which I would only do if I thought that this would expose him to a situation that he wasn't ready to handle. He wants to help others, to share what he can of his story in hopes of drawing them back towards the light. He asked me to hold on to some of the medals he'd earned just so he would have proof of who he was before to convince them to believe him, if that was what it took." She still worried that the wrong person would see them, that something would happen to Mag Mell when he wasn't out with a member of the Phoenix Brigade or someone from their group of misfits. She worried even though she knew that it was the right choice, that they had purified him so he could fight in whatever way he could. If it meant reducing their numbers by bringing someone else over? What could be better than that?

"Stars and stones," she muttered as she brought her hand up, running fingers back through her hair. Doing so displaced the feather clip that was tangled in her curls, giving her an opportunity to yank it out and toss it down onto the roof. "I've been spending too much time around Arsinoe lately. I'm starting to sound like him, with all of his calculated worries when it comes to risks. He's supposed to be the negative one so I don't have to be."

"Arachne," she reached over, lightly setting a gloved hand over his, "you don't have to beg and you don't have to ask twice. Mag Mell would never let me hear the end of it if I told you that you were on your own when it came to tracking him down-- which I wouldn't do anyways because I do believe that purifying the ones we can is a worthwhile cause. It's a good way to reduce their numbers and bring those willing over to our side."

Corvus gave Arachne's hand a supportive squeeze, leaving her hand over his for the moment as she glanced back out over the city. "It's not an easy road and it's harder the longer you've been subjected to Chaos. It took a long time for Mag Mell to settle into thing; not because it wasn't what he wanted, but because it was an entirely new way of thinking. It-- it also means leaving everything behind. But... You know that because you were one of the people affected by the life he had to let go."

It wasn't something that they talked about often. The part of her that dwelled on things still felt guilty about it, even after she and Arachne had discussed it and she had apologized for not trusting him sooner. "I trust you and your gut on this, but... I would feel better either way if you'd let me know what night you're meeting so I can be on standby, just in case either of you needs anything afterwards."

Of course it had to be on a weekend. She usually worked on Saturdays so she could have off during Sunday brunch, but it would be easy enough to get one of the girls hoping to make extra tips to switch with her. She did well enough during the brunch hours that it wouldn't make too much of a cut into her own wages either, if any at all depending on the crowd.

"I'm assuming you'd like to talk to Mag Mell beforehand. When would you like to meet up with him?"

"Well, he should be free on Sunday, unless he's made plans with any of the other knights he's been working with." She only knew that because she and Luc had made plans for Sunday to head up to Corvus to continue with the last project they'd started on together that she'd been putting off while he was busy.

"If this is something that he really wants you won't have to worry about it at all. We can help."

"I'll tell him how to get in touch with you so that the two of you can agree on whether or not you're meeting up here. I still think it's a lot easier for us to get up onto these rooftops than it is for knights." She teased, shifting to push herself up onto her feet before tugging Arachne up along with her.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to pass on?"