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Selenga knew he shouldn't have gone out tonight. But he needed to get out of the house, needed to escape the expectations, needed to just—just not be himself. Not be Ming. Ming had so many problems, stuck up in his own head, and Selenga was a simple Page who was fighting for the survival of the planet he was born on and the Wonder he was literally born and chosen to defend. Selenga didn't have any issues other than "fight bad guy, save world x2". Or, at least, it was supposed to be that way. His body seemed to not agree with his head, and truthfully, neither did his head anyway. The more he tried to split Ming and Selenga from each other, the harder his brain and body fought to remind him that life did not work that way. This was evidenced in the way his stomach lurched with hunger shortly after the dinner Ming had eaten exited Selenga's stomach. It didn't matter what he wanted.

He was weak.

Vesuvianite kept his eyes out for easy prey tonight. Things hadn't gone well last time he'd patrolled, but there was no reason for them to go poorly again. After all, it was a new day (or rather, night, they chuckled to themself), and finding some silly fools to drain or possibly starseed shouldn't be too difficult, especially in the frightening cold. Many people would already be far too tired to fight them, and that delighted Vesuvianite well beyond what they thought it probably should have, but did it really matter? Nah. He had a mission, and he was going to fulfill it, damn it all. When he found the Ida Page, swaying on unsteady feet and looking rather unfocused, they grinned to themself and stayed in the shadows, watching as the Page slowly strode forward, obviously trying to keep a lookout for trouble, but clearly failing, since Vesuvianite had gone unnoticed as of yet.

They pounced, plunging their hand into the Page's chest and holding him there with a sadistic grin on their face. "Good evening," they said pleasantly. "At least you get to see a pretty face before you die. It's a pity I'll have to miss yours."

Selenga hardly dared to breathe when the officer pushed their hand into his chest. He felt so sluggish—couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't even blink. Everything seemed completely frozen for him for several long moments, or maybe just one moment stretched into several by panic. Then the hand left his chest, still clutching his starseed, and he dropped to the ground, unconscious.

Vesuvianite startled a bit when the other White Moon aura showed up. Damn it all, of course some stuck up super senshi had to come swoop in and save a precious page. They scowled at the appearance of the senshi—one of the alien ones, too, the ones who'd supposedly lived for about a thousand years. He just couldn't have a normal night, huh? He removed his hand from the Page's chest, holding the starseed, ready to snarl some comment or other about the alien losing, but the magic hit them and they staggered a bit as strange, futuristic visions assaulted their senses. The visions dazzled him with their vague prettiness, and even after they faded from directly assaulting them, they still felt dizzy. Their entire body felt... loose, for lack of a better word. They swayed a little on their feet, unsteady as a newborn foal, Selenga's starseed barely still clutched in their hand.

Damn these senshi and their magic, was the only thought that Vesuvianite could really have coherently at that moment.

One moment, Vesuvianite was only vaguely dizzy and feeling a little sick, and the next, he'd been thrown to the ground by someone's entire body. Ah! It was that damnable senshi that had cursed him with its magic. Weakly, he scrambled to protect himself, but Daedalus proved too quick and too smart. The starseed he'd grabbed was snatched from his hands and he scowled again, trying to get to his feet and ******** you," he spat from the ground, feeling utterly helpless and completely beaten. He'd been so looking forward to coming back to the Negaverse with the starseed of a rather useless Page, get themself some accolades, anything like that... It would have been nice. But no, he'd had to get completely bodied by an upstart, alien senshi. They decided it would be best to book it out of there, and since they could stand again now... they did.

Selenga wouldn't say he drifted in any kind of darkness when he woke up. It just seemed like... one moment, he was there, alive, terrified, and sick to his everything, and then the next moment, everything was black, and what seemed like only a moment after that, his eyes slowly cracked open to one of the most beautiful faces he'd ever seen in his life. He wheezed a breath, trying to regain some sense, any sense, of being alive and somewhat well. Because surely (other than, of course, his spouse), nobody who was alive could be this beautiful.

But his body ached and none of this seemed like the sort of thing that came with going through the reincarnation process, so he supposed he had to accept that he was indeed alive. Maybe not well, but...

"Thank you," he croaked, carefully sitting up. "I do think my spouse would be unhappy if I'd turned up dead because of my poor choices."

Selenga cracked a small grin at that, feeling a little bit better, at least. He inhaled slowly and exhaled just as slowly, trying to keep calm. Trying very hard indeed not to think about the fact that his very soul had almost been stolen to be permanently destroyed, one way or another, by the Negaverse. He needed to fix himself. Stop going out when he felt poorly. He knew he shouldn't.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Daedalus. I'm Selenga. I must thank you for saving me," he said, slowly sitting up, creaking into a stand, and dusting the dirt off his uniform. "Perhaps I'll introduce you to hir, sometime."

Selenga gratefully took Daedalus' hand to stand up with. "That would be nice, yes," he agreed. "And I think my spouse would kill me hirself if I turned you down, ha."