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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2022 5:07 pm
Things had been getting better ever since she had met…and pretty much abducted Ferris, but Periclase couldn't deny that she was still…unhappy.
For as much as she loved who and what she was, that nightlight senshi’s words about just leaving the Negaverse…no matter how horrible the idea of just forgetting things was…it…
It was so very tempting.
The Corrupted Super was on her way back to the picnic table, half hoping that the redhead would show up…just for shits and giggles, when she felt the aura of something nearby. It was small, and it was chaos, and honestly…her mind supplied the fact that it was a Mauvian, and…yes. There it was, lounging on a thick tree branch.
Changing course, Periclase reached up and drew the black and white cat into her arms, giving a soft sigh. “Sorry little Mauvian but I’m in need of your guidance tonight. I hope you don’t mind a warm chest to lay on instead of a hard branch.”
She made her way to the picnic table and lay down atop it again, releasing her hold on the cat when she was horizontal. “Now then. I’m Periclase. It’s nice to meet you.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2022 7:36 pm
Soyala was surprised to find herself plucked off her perch, primarily because until the Senshi picked her up, she had been fully and completely asleep. She didn't often nap alone, given the potential dangers, but she had gotten so comfortable...
Ah well. At least it was a Corrupt that had stirred her awake.
"Hello," she said, blinking. "Guidance is what I'm here for, little Senshi."
Once Periclase laid down, Soyala settled on her chest, purring contentedly.
"I'm Soyala. Tell me, what can I help you with?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2022 7:48 pm
Periclase ran her fingers through Soyala’s fur and hummed softly. “What do you know about going to the other side? There would be memory loss, I’ve heard but. What else? Do you know how it’s done?”
Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea to ask something like this straight out but. She was curious. “Have you ever known anyone to jump ship?”
She scratched lightly at the soft ears and sighed softly. “Do you think it’s worth it? If you have nothing but bad memories, would it be worth such a trade, do you think?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2022 8:05 pm
Soyala frowned. This discussion was....not what she wanted to hear from one of her Senshi. Which Periclase was, simply by virtue of being a Negaverse Senshi who sought out her assistance.
"I know that it requires the assistance of an Order Prince or Princess. It will paint a target on your back with the rest of the Negaverse, you will be branded a traitor, and you will be in much danger." She huffed, unhappily. "I haven't known anyone for certain. There have been people who...left, in ways that I suspect might mean that they had gone over, but I have not found anyone for certain."
A soft unhappy "mrrp."
"Only you can decide. But I must recommend against it. It would be dangerous, and the Negaverse looks after its own. If you need assistance, I am sure there is help."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2022 8:27 pm
Periclase paused. “...Talking about it won’t get you into trouble, will it?” She was glad that the Mauvian was humoring her, at least a little and not telling her to just shut up. “If I wanted to do it, would you help me? Sometimes I just don’t know what I want anymore. Sometimes things are going fine, and then others I’m just. I just wish I could disappear. Shut off my feelings. Do…something.”
Leaning her head up, she pressed a kiss to the small nose and then flopped back again. “Maybe forgetting about my sister. My General. My girlfriend. Maybe it would really all be for the best. Maybe I’d be able to figure out how to be happy again.”
She was quiet and closed her eyes. “I like being a part of the Negaverse though. Always have. That’s the one part about this whole idea that I hate.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2022 3:19 am
"Be careful who you talk about it with," Soyala advised. "Some might not appreciate you asking those kinds of questions. I'm sure you mean well, darling, and so I don't want anything to happen to you."
To promise to help someone leave, though?
"....I cannot promise to help you," she said, "because if I did, I would be derelict in my duty as well. And I cannot do that. I'm sorry." She slid off Periclase's chest and moved so that she was sitting beside her, and pressed her cheek against the Senshi's. "If you like being in the Negaverse, then you ought to stay, no matter what's troubling you. It sounds as if you've had very much loss, but loss can be built on. Loss can make you stronger. Can be something worth dedicating yourself to honoring."
Soyala herself had lost much over the years. Officers that had simply vanished, Senshi that never came back to her. But one had to move forward, lest one become a miserable lump of fur, useless to anyone.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2022 6:26 pm
“That’s really a shame…” Periclase sounded honestly disappointed, but it did make sense, she supposed. Why care about your soldiers?
“I don’t want you to be derelict, and don’t want you to get into trouble. That would sadden me. But. I’ll find a path, I’m sure. I just.” Sitting up, the corrupted super rubbed at an eye and sighed. “Farewell, cutie. Thank you for listening to me whine. I do appreciate it very much. You’re sweet.”
…Useless, but very sweet.
With no more warning than that, she teleported, leaving the bench behind.
Damn. Maybe she’d find someone else who could help her figure things out. Or…maybe the Mauvian would be able to help her after all. Periclase was always good at being patient.
At least sometimes.
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