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A text is received on senshi phones, and a simple scroll is received by knights. Simply put and frankly stated, the message bears a large vine full of thorns, with blue roses on the left side that seem to be lit with bits of almost blood-red. In the lower right corner is the only 'signature' for who sent the message out, a shining golden Octopus? Squid? Kraken? that sits in front of a matte blood-red crescent moon. (Senshi and Knights can reply and this will go to Scylla's senshi cell phone.)
The fact that Scylla was starting to get text messages regarding her Thorns ad meant that Jada really, REALLY needed to get her s**t together and actually talk to everyone she had intended to ask. One of whom, of course, was Puck Senshi of the Woods- she had fought beside him a couple times, and he was clever, quick, fun, and seemed unimpressed with the negaverse, overall; like everyone on her dream team should be. (That included Scylla, her friendship with Wolframite aside. There were some things that couldn’t be helped, and some memories and people that were too important to cast aside.)
She had planned to take Puck and a few others, like Cybele and Lourdes, Nephthys, and maybe even Myrrha, out for pancakes after the alien meeting, share her idea, get some feedback, see how they felt about it. Myrrha might not be particularly combative from what she remembered but she had packed a stinky punch, and- well. Needless to say, the plan had fallen through after the meeting. Puck had met up with someone Scylla wasn’t familiar with, plus she had been given a LOT to think about, and before Scylla knew it over a week had passed and she still hadn’t messaged the other senshi to remind him about their unofficial pancake date.
A few messages back and forth had them planned to go to this interesting little pancake place that sold everything from crepes, to buttermilk pancakes, to oven pancakes, to apparently the super fluffy jiggle-pancakes as seen on F*cebook, apparently from Japan. It truly was an International Pancake Hut, and Jada even managed to get them a secluded little corner, and warned them they might be a while- not that they were very busy this time of day. They were, in fact, dead as a doornail, and the waitress seemed more surprised by the fact someone was coming in to the place than the fact they wanted to be primarily left alone.
She had a meeting with some other people coming up shockingly fast- this was moving so fast, and there were still aliens, and she didn’t even have a trainer lined up, and- and there were ALIENS who wanted to punch an energy hole into the Negaverse???
The seat was uncomfortable and there was syrup on the table. This was all going to be fine. At least the silverware was clean and they served about 15 different types of coffee.
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