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The year is 3574, and Crystal Tokyo is no more than a memory distorted by the all-knowing, subtly-operating White Regime. Life has gone on, and most planets are relatively prosperous. But the White Regime is spying on its people, stifling those who know too much, and doing whatever it takes to remain on top. Will the reawakened senshi be able to overcome unlikely odds, or is it just too late this time around?

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 just a walk in the park, KHONSU.
Calina Shossan
Posted: Mar 19 2012, 08:55 PM


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March 31st, Mid-afternoon

Outfittttttttttt!!!!!!!!

It was a lovely, warm spring day outside. The sun was beating on Calina even inside her Alliance hideout, making the sweat stream down the back of neck in droves. Nonetheless, she donned her jacket, scarf, and boots anyway, hiding her hands in the pockets of her outerwear. People stared enough at her for her skin color as it was; she didn't need them using her scars as an excuse to do so as well.

Why she was told to go to the park was a mystery to her. It wasn't really an assignment since she hadn't been told the appearance of anyone to look out for. For a long second, she has the startling suspicion that her superiors were playing some sort of joke on her, luring her with a day of the sun, but then she realized that it just wasn't like them at all.

"Go out. Enjoy the day," they'd said. "You can't keep your mind straight locked up like this."

The words, naturally, left Calina nonplussed. However, she did rather enjoy not spending the day sketching out plans for weapons to rival the ones she'd made under captivity. Just the thought of leaning over over the desk, chewing her tongue, pencil in hand, made her cringe. So, while she didn't entirely understand the motive behind the order, she was thankful that it took her away from her usually painful daytime activities. At least now she wouldn't have to feel like vomiting each and every time she took a breath. It would be only about half the time.

And so she found herself walking to Tlayne Park as ordered. It was a nice, warm, breezy day, and there were many families out and about, flying kites, making use of the nice weather after a winter indoors. It was the tiniest bit refreshing, being surrounding by so many happy faces instead of the drab grey walls that made up Calina's room at the hideout.

After a long moment, she found herself lying down on a bench, staring up at the sky. The clouds, while puffy and white, seemed to remind her of Pluto's own clouds. She remembered how she would stand out in the snow for hours, watching as they twisted and turned in the wind, forever enshrouded in a tantalizing design she always desired to create with her hands.

Those times are over, Calina told herself firmly, returning just to watching the sky, forcing her memories to stay hidden, even from her own mind. Soon, even though she was terribly overheated, she grew relaxed, the wind gently caressing her features, and before long, the woman was out cold.
Khonsu Bjoran
Posted: Mar 31 2012, 02:02 PM



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Freshly back from Mercury, and already cold. Sigh. He'd actually kind of liked the cold, calculated little planet. They kept their temperature at an 'ideal' twenty-two point eight degrees Celsius all year round. They kept to themselves, and though they weren't a particularly fun people, they had been interesting to watch. He was beginning to think of himself as a little bit of a... a people-watched, of sorts. Maybe he was going to be a philanthropist at the end of all of this. He did like people, after all!

... Except Martians, so then again, maybe not.

One thing he had missed up on the 'smartest planet of them all', mind you, had been his bike. The squeaky wheel had been mostly fixed, tinkered with by various senshi who hadn't cared to hate him as much as some of the others did. He was pretty sure some were even starting to like him, notably Esuna, who had become something akin to a best friend to him. Haiden was a good deal better, too. And Maka.

It was ones like Amina and Raen who would never get over what he had done half a year ago that were beginning to pull at him a little bit more. He'd hoped that eventually, they'd all be willing to let bygones be bygones. Apparently, one accidental slip-up here or there involving other Martians (Kei, whoops), and everybody was keen to hate him all over again. A pity, that.

He did like Amina's brother, mind you. Han was actually a pretty cool guy, even if his teeth and nails were scary as all hell. He smiled a lot more than Raen did, and he certainly didn't seem to mind hanging out from time to time. It was good, because he needed more friends willing to go bet on the ponies with him. Esuna, Zoi, Han, Haiden, Byalka - they were kind of becoming his 'bro' group. Which was nice, because now he might actually have some people on his side come the time for a wedding. He was still pretty determined to marry someone, after all. Byalka, Avetea - either way, really.

And then, during all of his daydreaming, he ran his bike into the back of a bench. For a moment, the blonde man understood what it was like to fly, grinning a bit as the wind met his face and ruffled his hair. And then he understood what it was like to crash, and there wasn't so much grinning there as there was a yelp of surprise and a wail of agony. "Oh God, my arm! I think it's broken! AUUUUGH!"

Well, he was pretty sure it was broken, at least. It was certainly twisted at a really bad angle, and - holy shit, it was dangling! "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nevermind that chick on the bench - his arm was broken!


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Esuna Elian
Posted: Apr 10 2012, 02:44 AM



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OUTFIT!

Sometimes she just knew that days were going to be dramatic.

Hence the reason she was walking down the trail with three coffees in a carrier and a bottle of rather high dosage pain killers in her purse. Khonsu was already obnoxiously loud - hurt, he was probably going to be deafening. So she'd brought him a drink and some painkillers to tide him over until she could get him to Ruro. And of course, the person that he happened to crash into was also the one person in the world that currently hated her - and it was probably going to look odd to her, showing up completely prepared for this.

Sure enough, as she started rounding the corner, Khonsu's biking came into view, and she winced when he smacked into the back of the bench. Sailed over - yep, arm broken. She ran a hand through her hair, jogging over to him. She nodded a greeting at Calina, fighting down a smirk at the other woman's expression. "Alright, Khonsu, calm down. Brought you something - soon as you take these, I can take you to the ER and have the good doctor take a look at you." She knew better than to say Ruro's name - Calina was one of the top dogs in the Alliance, and any indication that she knew any of the other members would probably end badly.

She turned to Calina, pulling the cup of straight black coffee (thankfully they'd given her a good lid for it) out of the holder and thrusting it at her, aiming to keep her hands busy so that she didn't have to bodily yank the woman off of him or something. She hated that - knowing what might happen but not the absolutle certainty of what would happen. She sighed, hoisting Khonsu off of the ground by his good shoulder and his side, sighing. This might get interesting, if Calina had anything to say to either of them. It had been a while since they'd seen each other, but all the same, she was certain that the other Plutonian woman hadn't forgotten her. It wasn't easy to forget someone that could shake the foundations of everything you believed.

She pulled the bottle of pills out of her bag and gave him two. If it was her, she'd be taking four. Nier would probably take like... ten. But for the slender lunarian, two was probably enough to make him drowsy or something. She hadn't exactly taken time to read the side effects when she'd picked up the bottle.


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Calina Shossan
Posted: Apr 20 2012, 11:08 PM


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It was strange, the dreams Calina's mind could conjure up at the oddest of times. She was nine years old, legs swinging as she sat at the worktable, bent over her clock. Her grandfather, long dead by that point but present in the dream nevertheless, was leaning over her, whispering encouraging words in her ear. Suddenly, she was no longer holding a clock; it had changed to a shield of sorts, but was only about the size of her hands, and yet, her grandfather's encouraging words never ceased to flow into her ears.

To the awake Calina, this might have come as a shock - both that her dead grandfather was speaking with her and that he was encouraging her to build weapons. Nonetheless, the dreaming Calina went on as if nothing was amiss. She was nodding and smiling, her hands flying over the shield as if wired to batteries themselves, listening to her grandfather's words as if he were engraving them into her heart.

CRASH!

The sudden burst of inertia forced her forward, and only Calina's extensive training caused her hands to break her fall. Her head nearly colliding with the ground, she blinked several times as the Earth righted itself once again. Her eyes surveyed the area. There was a bike lodged almost dead center into the back of the bench, and a crying man not far away. Calina grunted. So much for good dreams, she supposed.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Calina rubbed her temples. She walked over the man who was about three inches shorter than she was and glared down at him. Then she raised her hand and smacked him up against the back of the head, hoping that it would both leave a bruise and shut him up for a few seconds. "Stop rambling like an infant," she grumbled, raising her hand to smack him just as hard in a second motion if he failed to obey her wishes. He was drawing attention to them, and that wasn't really something Calina wished to do on a Saturday afternoon.

And then her that woman whose name Calina had so carefully made sure to erase from her mind jogged into the park. For a second, a flash of surprise appeared briefly on her face, but Calina quickly erased the expression, replacing it with one of scorn and hatred. What was she doing here of all places?

"Alright, Khonsu, calm down. Brought you something - soon as you take these, I can take you to the ER and have the good doctor take a look at you."

She knew him? Calina bit her tongue. Made perfect sense she supposed. That this strange woman who had waltzed into her life before springing back out of it again knew this simpering weasel of a man was entirely believable. After all, birds of a feather flocked together.

She grumbled, catching the coffee flung at her without so much as a second glance. She didn't need a test of her reflexes at any rate. She frowned at the woman, holding the coffee aloft, sure it was full of sugar or milk or something equally sweet and disgusting. She had half a mind to pour the liquid into the grass at her feet in full view of the woman who was helping the sniveling man.

It seemed strange, how this woman could pop up at the most unexpected of times in the most unexpected of places. Calina had half a mind to leave right then. At the rate the man's screeches of pain were going, she was sure that the Feet would be swarming the place in seconds. All over a simple broken arm. Pahhh. Calina grumbled at him, at the woman, and at herself.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, the anger edging its way into her voice. Why wasn't she leaving? She wasn't technically supposed to fraternize with civilians at any rate. It made them targets, especially when she had as an esteemed position as a House of Ten member. Her feet itched to leave, her mind was berating her as if beating drumsticks up against her skull, but still, she remained, somehow intrigued by the mystery this woman presented, and how she seemed to appear at the oddest of times.
Khonsu Bjoran
Posted: May 9 2012, 02:06 PM



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He was in pain, and he was getting screamed at by some very large, very Plutonian woman. He sniffled pathetically, knowing it wasn't very becoming in light of how he was supposed to be focused on hunting wild Avetea. But his arm! His arm was exploding in pain, and -

And then, so was his head. He wailed a bit louder, using his good hand to rub at the back of his head as every Lunarian swear that he knew came tumbling from his lips. "Cloraunja! Matta yoshkrajik! Gorjurio gojurio gojurio-shingetayay!" He grit his teeth in frustration, pounding the good hand on the dirt as he glared back at his attacker with tears in his eyes. "What'd you do that for?! I just broke my damn arm!"

Okay, so maybe this might have been some fuel for amusement, to any other passerby. That much was evidenced by the strolling Jovian couple who laughed as they rolled on by, used to seeing and inflicting pains much worse than his, he supposed. He shot them a huffy glare anyway, curling his affected arm to his torso and holding it there anyway with another one of those ever-manly whines.

He'd almost missed Esuna's approach, minus the part where how huge she was blacked out the sun. He hiccoughed, looking up at her through teary eyes and nodded once. Okay, getting his arm taken care of by Ruro was probably not so bad. The dude had a Crystal, this would be fixed in no time! And... she had brought coffee. Suspiciously (perhaps), enough for all of them. "O-okay. M-m-my heeeerrooo-ooo-oooo!" came the next wail as he literally threw himself at her feet, still not having been able to pick himself up off the ground.

Thankfully, Khonsu had the sense to right himself shortly thereafter, blonde hair everywhere as he did so with another snuffle. He gave calming himself down some actual thought, the stinging against the back of his head and the throbbing in his arm still ever-present as he used Esuna like a tree (she kind of was) to shimmy up, acutely aware of how tiny he was in comparison to the women present as he tried to decide if it was worth leaving that piece of bone in his arm awkwardly hanging in order to use his free hand to grab at that coffee. "M-my arm feels numb, Esuna," he started, before pointing accusingly at the other Plutonian, "And she clocked me!"


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Esuna Elian
Posted: May 16 2012, 04:14 AM



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She couldn't help the sigh – of course, Calina had to make this more difficult than it could be. She could have happily just toted her Lunarian friend away without a word, but no such luck, Chuck. She was stuck, as she had known she would be, trying to squirrel away. She looked at Khonsu for a moment, frowning at the angle of his arm, and then looked back at Calina, keeping the same face on. Like something was placed wrong.

Calina's words hit her ears and she couldn't help the grin. ”Sorry if I was interrupting, but Fate told me I should be here.” She had to direct her gaze back to Khonsu to prevent the laughter welling inside her from escaping. ”Coffee is black, and Khonsu, you need to take these pills, or it's going to keep hurting. You know about Mercurians and pain.” She stuck the pills into his good hand, waiting for him to put them in his mouth before attempting to hand him the coffe. She was almost used to the odd sounds that her best friend made, despite the fact that on occasion he still caught her off guard.

”If you don't mind, Ms. Shossan, we'll be going now. Gotta get this one to the doctor.” She said, looking back at Calina expectantly. They'd leave, but the potential for a scene was there. Khonsu had quieted, and the few passerby that had the gall to stare didn't dare approach, because Plutonians were 'scary.'


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Calina Shossan
Posted: May 17 2012, 11:29 PM


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The yowling was reminiscent of a baby's wailing for its food or perhaps its mother. And then, with the strike, it had the opposite effect: it actually grew louder. Calina rubbed her forehead, missing most of the words slipping out of the Lunarian's mouth like acid, but hearing just enough to know the language, even if she spoke only a few choice phrases herself.

"You have quite a low pain tolerance, don't you?" she asked, annoyed. She wanted to slap across the back of the head again. Shame on him for ruining her day, drawing attention to them, and bringing that woman here. Calina was quite content to place all the blame on this tiny Lunarian's shoulders, and she thought a just punishment would feel really great if she were the one to deliver the blows.

Nonetheless, she felt she should make a makeshift splint of some kind. She wasn't a doctor by any means, but she knew how to take care of a broken arm for crying out loud. Apparently, she was far more aware than that of the sniveling Lunarian. Of course.

”Sorry if I was interrupting, but Fate told me I should be here.”

Calina rolled her eyes again. Why was the woman so damn infuriating? She wanted to deck her, tell her that fate had no place on this earth with such free-willed people, but she held her tongue. Now was not the time or the place, and one of the first things she had learned as an Alliance initiate was self-restraint. Shouting about the existence of fate in a crowded park on a Saturday afternoon would result in her being hauled off by the Feet.

Well, the idea of forming a splint for the childish Lunarian had flown out the window. If he spent his time fraternizing with such irritating people (though, she had to admit, it wasn't surprising, given how irritating he was), then she wasn't going to help him. Especially when he had crashed into her bench, knocked her out of it, and then whined up a storm. Certainly not.

”Coffee is black, and Khonsu, you need to take these pills, or it's going to keep hurting. You know about Mercurians and pain.”

Coffee was black? Calina eyed the drink and even sniffed it. Granted, her smelling powers had nothing on that of the Martians, but she'd trained herself to smell certain poisons in the like, just in case. Nevertheless, she wasn't sure if it worked on sugar, and she wasn't sure if she was willing to try, so she stood holding it, unwilling to do anything with it for right now. And she certainly wasn't about to admit it.

”If you don't mind, Ms. Shossan, we'll be going now. Gotta get this one to the doctor.”

Calina rolled her eyes again. She supposed she should be getting back as well. She wasn't sure how long her nap had been or how long she had been there, so it was time time to go back to her Alliance life and weapons design. She nodded at the other Plutonian irately, keenly aware of the others watching. She sincerely hoped that she wouldn't run into this woman again anytime soon. Twice was enough for one lifetime, especially when she spoke of such tedious ideas as fate. Really, the concept of fate was quite laughable.
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