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What better place to pocket potential garden saving worms than subspace?

‘*And maybe this will save my garden*’

It was certainly a *thought*, one that’d hooked deep into his gray matter and tugged like nothing else. When the news had popped on at work and the story had unfolded during an earth science lecture - and suddenly the nature of discussion had died amongst his rowdy group of hormone driven teens - whispers about all the dead spaces that had cropped up and fervently circulated through destiny city, and now this? Glow worms?

Reed had proposed that maybe there were chances for the creatures to have similar plant saving properties as to a bone meal and bloodworm mixture. Enough phosphorus and calcium, he personally liked eggshells and coffee grounds, but found more nutrient rich mixtures to be most aidful to an ailing garden — at least - that was what had worked before, yet now?

Magic worms and myths - that’s what he was hedging his begonias and oaks existences on.

Pen light clutched between his teeth, weapons tucked well away, the General hoped that worms were all he ran into — as he slipped over rugged rock and found himself near blind under the scatter of drips that rained down for the noise. The caves while unexplored, he’s never been more glad I’m his life to have access to teleportation….

Oh, an ********!" And if he'd been more observant, instead of scanning high for ceiling worms and low ankle breaking pitfalls, then he might've noticed the aura far more quickly. As it was - he hadn't - and so found himself squealing in quite the undignified manner.

The pearl clutching, table climbing, mouse in the house kind of manner --

Prehnite felt he could've died of embarrassment, there and then, and quietly thanked the dim shadow of the place for hiding the abject fear that shifted towards rage and wheeled into confusion as he whipped round with blade in hand - and found an agent.

Not quite one of his own...

But - not something to stab either. A shame. No, scrap that. She was a blessing, because he knew damned well there could be worse things in long unsearched tunnels to snag him than a mirror Senshi, and he very much wished to be avoided by those 'worse things', if at all they existed in the area.

"Holy, ******** -- you scared me!" the blade stayed, cautiously pointed away; unsteady as the panicky, quick heaved hisst in his tone. He was startled and cringed for it. "Are you alright?" the words that came out instead of 'are you blind', and 'watch where your going', because either would've sounded duh-worthy levels of asinine.

Cave, darkness, duh Reed.

Viva Viola