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 Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 3:11 pm
Helena’s brain was firing off on all cylinders, as she ran through the storm, trying to figure out where she was going and what was around her...but the rain was just coming down so hard. She had to learn to glow like that Squire. She had to have more time on her Homeworld, more time to spend with Mirzam.
What she should have been doing was looking where she was going, but alas. Her mind was too filled with kisses and possibilities, and she ran headlong into the corrupted senshi without realizing what had happened.
Helena had been moving so quickly, that the shock of the impact had her falling backwards on her a**, right into a puddle.
She hummed, confused and wondering what she had hit, when finally the power signature registered to her and she squinted up at the bodysuit clad corrupt. “...You’re not Mirzam. She’s stronger than you are now.”
Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet and tried to wipe the dirt and mud off of her backside but...it didn’t help much. “Why are you just standing there?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 3:37 pm
It was rainy, and wet, and miserable, and of late, Lionel had been, quite frankly, deeply unhappy. The weather was just another reason for him to feel miserable, and also glad that he'd left Guinevere at home, because she'd be chatting his damn ear off the entire time, and that was just...exhausting. Especially when everything about her existence gave him the absolute willies.
He'd ducked under an overhang for shelter, and he wasn't paying attention to what was going on around him, so it was sort of a surprise when someone slammed into him. He staggered backwards a little, but...once he focused enough to actually see whoever had run into him, he realized that the reason he hadn't really fallen was that she was a tiny girl, and he was a six-foot-plus wall of muscle. So.
"No, I'm not Mirzam," he said, flatly. "And I'm standing here because it's the closest I'm getting to dry in this shitty downpour. And anyway, you walked into me--so why weren't you watching where you were going?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 6:04 pm
Helena blinked. “I don’t have my glasses on. It’s raining too hard. I can’t really see without them.” She shrugged and wiped her wet face, grimacing as some of the dirt from the ground smeared across her cheek. “I didn’t realize that you were there or I wouldn’t have walked into you. I’m just going home. I need to figure out how to glow so I can bring Mirzam to my Homeworld more than once every three weeks.”
Giving an exasperated sigh, the senshi pushed her hat back so that the water stopped falling right into her face.
“Why are you out if it’s raining? Why don’t you just go home? Won’t you just be dry when you stop being...powered? Isn’t that how this works?”
It was how she found things worked. No matter what she spilled or what got on her normal clothes or her fuku, it never showed up on the other…and it didn’t stay on the fuku either.
“I think that there must be some magical dry cleaners.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 6:37 pm
Lionel frowned down at the miserable picture of a Senshi in front of him. She looked like an absolute disaster, and it sort of felt like she was one, from everything she was talking about.
"Why are you out in the rain without your glasses on, for one?" He crossed his arms. "I'm out here because I've got to meet a quota for energy for the Negaverse, and I'm not going to slack on that, because if I slack, it's likely going to go ******** terribly for me. But there's no one breathing down your neck, telling you you've got to run around in your fancy skirt in the rain, so why don't you just go home, yourself? I'm sure if whoever Mirzam is cares about you, she wouldn't want you staying out and risking getting sick."
He shrugged, briefly. "Anyway, yeah, I'll be warm and dry when I power down, but I've got s**t to do."
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 6:43 pm
Helena looked at him like he was stupid and huffed. “Do you even wear glasses? When you get wet and they get wet, you can’t see out of them anyway, and then when you try to dry them off they just get more smeared and you can’t see even more, so it’s just better to take them off and do your best. Obviously.”
She huffed and hesitated for a moment.
Energy? Like Mirzam!
Surely she would want her to help this other…
After a long stretch of silence, she held her hand out to Lionel. “I have energy. You may take some. Then you will go home, and I will go home, and we will both be warm and dry, and both will drink tea or hot chocolate or both, if we’re feeling frisky. So please. Take some so you don’t get into trouble. Mirzam would want me to help. I help her too.”
When something as silly as taking energy was remembered in between the kissing at least.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 6:56 pm
"No," he acknowledged, "I don't wear glasses--so, sorry, I guess I just wasn't...aware."
Confusion wrote itself across Lionel's face. The simple offer, stated so clearly and blandly, made him blink. Clearly, she was actually entangled with some Corrupt or other--and that Corrupt was doing the smartest possible thing, taking energy from a willing person offering it up.
Better than draining civilians, he was pretty sure. And he could go home way, way sooner than he might have otherwise.
So he extended his hand, and put it on hers, and started to drain energy.
"Thank you." He paused, briefly. "...I'm Lionel. You?"
She seemed like a sweet girl. Sucked that she was entangled with a Corrupt, but maybe this Mirzam was having second thoughts. Maybe she wanted out too. Not that Lionel was going to risk it--it was just as possible that she was gaming this poor, ridiculous little Senshi.
Ah well. That really, really could not be less of his problem. His only problem, right now, was that he would get to finish his quota, turn it in, and go the ******** home.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 7:01 pm
“I thought not! Curse you with your good vision.” Helena grinned though and kept herself relaxed as he took the energy. It was still such a strange thing but...not frightening. Mirzam did it better though...pretending to be a vampire. That was always far more fun.
“I’m Helena. Senshi of Wit! I’m pleased to meet you, Lionel. Even if I do hate you somewhat for the fact you can see without any aid.”
She gave a sigh and drew her hand away when she began to feel the loss of energy. “But such is how life works. At least I look better than you do, so. You win some and you lose some.”
Rubbing her hand on the front of her fuku, Helena blinked slowly. “I’m going to say that’s enough. We stop when I start to feel it, so that should be enough for you, if not...well. I did my best. I’m going to go home now, farewell, Lionel of the good eyes.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2021 8:12 pm
Lionel couldn't help but laugh.
"Nice to meet you, too, Helena," he said. He wasn't inclined to reveal his sphere--didn't want to make her think poorly of him, if she was that type. He had no idea if she was, but...better not to risk it. "I'd offer to try to correct my eyesight, but there's not really anything I can do about it."
He shook his head, smiling wryly.
"Anyway, yeah, see you another time, Helena," he said, and he turned.
What a weird night. But better than it could have been otherwise.
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