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Destiny City’s yearly proving the fact that Halloween was supposed to be spooky seemed to be over. He was relieved. It wasn't that he minded any of the weird events that happened so much as it was inconvenient. Nothing so far. Had actively harmed him in those months, although he understood that he was a bit of a rarity in that…

Still, it was mostly that it made his patrols easier. He didn't have to worry about strange spiders, for example, that weren't actually Youma coming after him. He could just dust Youma, as expected, or chase off lieutenants and more … green senshi.

Generals were a bit of a different matter, but thankfully he hadn't run into any of those.

A greener page, though, in both appearance and in level, was a welcome sight. He saluted to her as she came toward him, greeting with a typical, “Howdy!” and a following laugh. “Ah, not much. Just patrolling and dusting some youma. Shooing a lieutenant back home. The typical.”

His posture relaxed, and he idly swung his weapon around. “Patrol going easily for you?”

Her citing his accent drew a merry laugh. To everyone, he sounded obviously not from the area, and to some degree obviously, “Texas!” He cautiously tapped into his aura sense for a moment, before continuing that with a, “San Antonio area, specifically, if that has any context for you.”

And by Cosmos and G-d did he miss San Antonio sometimes, but he knew better than to do more than visit. His husbands were here. The threat was here. And the threat to his whole g-ddamn life was there. It was a curse, really.

“Probably. I know how that s**t feels, though. I can tell them to go on, git a lot easier than I could at your level.” It hadn't necessarily stopped him, though. Underneath the piles of coats was actually some muscle. It had gotten more significant since he started this s**t.

He paused.

“Wanna walk together?”

“San Antonio is absolutely worth it.” Some people loved their hometowns. Some hated them. Promethei fell into the first category. He didn't love his youth for a variety of reasons, but San Antonio itself wasn't one of them. “There’s a lot to do there that you can't do in many other parts of the country. It's home to the largest Mexican market, for example.”

Shooting her a grin as she came closer to fall in step, Promethei started moving. “If you visit, I definitely recommend experiencing NIOSA. Four day festival. I absolutely love it.”

… Maybe he should make some time to visit San Antonio soon. Say hi to his nieces and nephews. Snatch some food from his parents’ restaurant. Razz Amos in person instead of over text. Where was he? Oh, right– “That's the goal, right?”

Mystras was a nice name, honestly. “Promethei,” he offered, merrily. “Of Mercury. I don't know exactly how long you've been doing this but most of us knights are obvious. Hard to hide and pretend we're something else.” He gestured at some of the Mercury symbols on his outfit.

“Jupiter for you, right?” … and he had a good point when he mentioned how long she had been doing this. Imhotep stayed a page for a while. He made no assumptions. “How long you've been at this?”

She purified! Promethei did a double-take for a moment, pieces beginning to fit into place in his mind. Did he know her before? Had she been someone he kicked the a** of, or was this something else-

“Welcome to the right side, then.” He grinned. “Know chaos makes s**t muddy sometimes, but-”

Muddy enough that he sometimes found himself a bit uncertain of if he should go in swinging. Those in his life had helped encourage the opposite, but all the same. “Nothing says you can't get a new bike, at least. Know it's easier said than done, though. Bikes ain't cheap.”

Unfortunately. At least they were cheaper than ******** cars-

“Neptune and Uranus … suppose I know quite a few of those too.” Abzu, for one. “Husband is also Mercury. We seem to be rare.” Promethei's brows knit. Mercury was a small planet. Maybe it made slightly more scientific sense than the fact that they were apparently from Mercury in the first place. “My other husbands are Earth and Moon respectively, though.”

Did he know her from somewhere? Promethei tried to keep his tight observation of her a bit less obvious.

“Three,” Promethei sounded smitten as much as he could, his usual brassy tone sounding just a bit softer when he talked about them. “Imhotep of Mercury was the one I fell for first, but he was already connected to the two others – Amoris of the Moon and Emain Ablach of Earth. I was fine with him staying with them,” Promethei shrugged.

He had honestly been more fine with it than he had expected. In his experience, he hadn't met very many polyamorous people. But something about it always seemed so comfortable, and it especially seemed comfortable when he was dealing with Diryas and the two men he didn't want to let go of. “After a while of being around them all so endlessly, guess I'm a hopeless romantic.”

Promethei wasn't as romantic as Tobias or even Teegan with his cupioromantic tendencies, but he could call out himself. There was nothing wrong with owning that much.

He ran a hand over his hair. “More husbands than you could shake a stick at, yeah?” As he looked over at Mystras again, pulled away from his swagging bluster, it hit him again that he knew her somehow. But how? She had purified, and he hadn't run into her yet…

Well. He had recognized Ransomite was Teegan was Emain Ablach quickly once the identity was revealed. Maybe there was something else he could use to trip the thought and get around the magic.

Or maybe–

He squinted at her.

“Ha! Think we’ve spoken before too, actually.”

His lip quirked up as he shifted again. “Nikki, yeah? She's a delight.” He needed to ask her how it was going with her remaining chaos boy, seeing as she was committed to that one. Hopefully the other remained that way, considering he'd have to have words with the other one if he ever saw him– “I am one of them, yeah. Emain Ablach is another one.”

Promethei didn't mind talking openly about who he was connected to. He couldn't sense any chaos auras, and even if he did, he was fairly sure the four of them were an obvious unit. That … Borax? He was fairly sure that it was Borax. He had already seen them patrolling together.

And he'd kick his a** again if he had to.

His grin only widened when she confirmed she was Minyulite. “Ha! I'll have to tell Amoris my attempt did work– ah, I did meet you. While back. You seemed surprised that starseeds were souls.” Promethei tilted his head. “Tried out the not gonna attack you first approach with you.”

Pendour. Did he know Pendour?

… Yes. When he pulled in his memories, he remembered coming across a knight who hadn't wanted to watch him dust a Youma. She had healed him, but he could tell there was a tension there that he hadn't quite resolved. He hadn't run into her since, though he understood Emain Ablach seemed to know her.

Wait … They. Sadie. That meant a few more things. Zebulon hadn't crossed paths with Sadie himself, but Michelangelo had absolutely glowing reviews of the one he wasn't unconvinced wouldn't marry that one. If Mystras watched him, she would notice the series of recognition before he responded, “I have met them. Do know of them otherwise. They're with Abzu a lot, aren't they?

“But,” he cleared his throat. “Think you did. Need some advice, I mean. I think I helped you on that way.” At least, that was what Promethei hoped. Well. She had broken out, clearly, “I agree, though. Reason why I tended to go straight to distributing beatings before. Kinda gotta’ suss out who is redeemable, y’know?” Promethei snorted. Sounded like something Emain Ablach would say, with an element of sarcasm-

“I don't like using that word, but it's a good joke.” Hopefully she appreciated it.