It didn't. She hung up without even looking at her phone. What a wash.
It wasn't as if she'd been having the most ideal time in the world so far, anyway. It hadn't even been bad - and that was important! She'd been doing just fine. So there were the caterpillars in the reservoir, and of course she'd been out there last week -- it was something she was intermittently working on, youma and magical creatures that always spawned in the holiday times, picking at supernatural qualities to figure out what made them tick absent of true life - because youma were alive, but they weren't alive, per se?
Especially with the ones that were less human and less animal and more otherworldly; in one night trek around the city she'd met a shortstack of a youma who'd been fine with letting her poke and prod at the areas where plant became clothing became flesh. "Fine". It wasn't as if a youma could refuse a Captain, and it wasn't as if she was doing any damage that wouldn't be fixed the next time somebody dusted the thing anyway - but out of consideration for optics, Kosmochlor didn't do anything she couldn't do with her hands alone, and she didn't maim.
Not that she had access to a blade, really; her claws worked fine for immediate self-defense, but they were more disabling than anything. What she would've given for a kitchen knife, sometimes -- but it would've made her seem less approachable, and that was also optics. Nobody from the other side should ever see her being cruel or carelessly mean, because then they were less likely to tell her anything she wanted -- she was still on that (fruitless, but everyone deserved a pipe dream) silly little quest to try and get some Mauvian spare parts for her own personal projects. Viatrix wasn't going to cough them up, but it wasn't as if there weren't more cats, given the frequency at which damned Senshi kept popping up and posturing at her.
She wasn't even ******** doing anything, but half the time those ickle little babies didn't want to take that for an answer, and Kosmochlor had gotten good at rolling with the literal punches. It made her point easier if she was willing to take a couple of kicks to the shins: she wasn't interested in hurting them, she didn't have ill intentions, and her Negaverse doth protest too much. (It didn't, but who cared? As long as people were willing to talk, she'd lie all she wanted to.)
If she was lucky, this night could turn itself around from a writeoff to something special - if these meteors fell to ground at all, because, oh, she'd love to put any of that under a microscope. Not that Soleil was multidisciplinary, or at least she hadn't been before the Negaverse that she remembered, but -- when studying youma, one sort of had to be. When half-studying magic -- one sort of had to be. Sometimes you could slap magic dust on your skin and wake up next week with perfect pores, and sometimes you handled an ancient scepter and woke up with crystal mood ring eyes (and that girl had her own attitude issues, but, look, it was not the first time Kosmochlor had utilized being a tall woman and having a strategic chest cutout in her uniform to her advantage).
All she wanted was a little meteor dust.
...
But she wasn't getting any, not tonight. Even so - she was willing to wait another half an hour. It was a lovely sight, even if it conferred no benefits at all that she'd been hoping for.
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The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn’t be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it’s incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it’s just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there’s something undeniably magical about it.
