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Hvergelmir stretched her arms across her body as she walked, the joints stiff. She rarely patrolled for youma -- except for times like now, when she was walking home from her vigils in the park. As often as not, it was quiet at this time of night: few youma, few people. She wondered, sometimes, at the correlation. Youma rarely seemed to be active during the day -- but at night, they always seemed to be drawn to people, their food source. Perhaps, like conventional large predators, they had to conserve their energy when the chances were poor of them getting a kill.

Food for thought.

Walking past an alleyway, the mirror in the nearby dumpster wasn't of much interest. It was a cheap thing, favored by college students and people like Laney, and one of the plastic sides of the frame was missing -- probably why it had been thrown out, along with some other small pieces of furniture. She'd been going about her business when she'd been pulled in --

-- and found herself spat out in some new, strange place: almost empty, like a void, except that there was another person in it.

A Negaverse agent. One of their black-suited sailor soldiers.

Hvergelmir scrambled to her feet and backed away to create some distance, hands up and palms outward in a show of peace.

"Did you bring me here?" she asked, baffled, her brow furrowed.

A corrupted sailor soldier. Hvergelmir did her best to size up the situation as quickly as possible. She had to keep calm, to keep her wits about her -- a cool head was often the difference between life and death, she reminded herself. She had to get her footing.

What was clear was that this sailor soldier was as confused as she was. Well, that was somewhere to start.

"Easy, easy," she called out urgently, splaying her hands wider to reinforce her peaceful intent. She held still, otherwise. It was often good to hold still, when dealing with the Negaverse. That much she'd learned over and over again.

"My name's Hvergelmir Knight of the Cosmos, and I can't hurt you. I really, honestly, entirely can't hurt you." She took a long, slow breath, hoping to subconsciously encourage the other woman to do the same. "Listen -- I don't think either of us did this. Mirrors aren't really the knights' M.O. or the Negaverse's. Let's just . . . can we both try to calm down for a minute and get our bearings? You're safe with me, okay?" she emphasized, repeating the point to underscore it: "I can't hurt you without it killing me. I swore an oath."