[Thread] - It's better than letting it be destroyed
Characters: AU: Beryl [PGSM], AU: Kunzite [PGSM]
Where: Beryl's apartment (Ci-Pente)
When: during Tanabata, after a little time at the festival
Summary:
Beryl and Kunzite meet up at the Tanabata festival as arranged, then go back to her apartment to work on her ideas to help the planet/land in Econtra. It will trigger the Truth Plot; OOC post to be forthcoming once it begins.
Warnings: truth plot trigger; nothing else probably
Beryl and Kunzite had returned after their brief - and remarkably uneventful - sojourn to the Tanabata festival sponsored by none other than one of the senshi, Sailormars. The redhead's frayed temper was somewhat restored after the calm evening, although she hadn't put side the nagging issues at the back of her mind.
Seek happiness, her mother had advised. Beryl had interpreted it to mean she should cast off her own hesitations about approaching the Jadeite she'd found in Econtra. It didn't resolve the question of his feelings on the subject, something he had been reluctant to share and obfuscated behind that ever-present mask of fealty and subservience. Perhaps, and she could hardly blame him, his queen in his world was an obstacle to viewing her here in Econtra with anything else. Yet there was something he was not saying, something more important than all of that troubling him. The past life, he'd said, but he'd offered little or no further explanation.
Kunzite was little better. She did not expect him to share the thoughts in his heart; he had always been a highly private person. Yet she sensed that the issues on his mind were starting to crowd out other things. She would have favored clarity. Doubtless so would he.
Econtra as a whole was perhaps still worse than her two loyal shitennou. Beryl had found its people willing to accept her by now, and willing or even anxious to help her in her efforts. Yet at every turn, if she asked questions it seemed she was largely denied information. The people she encountered were by and large secretive, hiding, furtive. It was disconcerting to a woman who had already learned how few people could be trusted.
Beryl put those thoughts to one sude as she and Kunzite entered the apartment. She'd brought him here to solicit his help, not to become wrapped up in her own thoughts. Her introspective state was hardly unusual for her, but this was not the proper time for it.
"Kunzite," she began, "It is time to develop a way to gather the energy we will need. From there Jadeite will be able to carry it out."
Where: Beryl's apartment (Ci-Pente)
When: during Tanabata, after a little time at the festival
Summary:
Beryl and Kunzite meet up at the Tanabata festival as arranged, then go back to her apartment to work on her ideas to help the planet/land in Econtra. It will trigger the Truth Plot; OOC post to be forthcoming once it begins.
Warnings: truth plot trigger; nothing else probably
Beryl and Kunzite had returned after their brief - and remarkably uneventful - sojourn to the Tanabata festival sponsored by none other than one of the senshi, Sailormars. The redhead's frayed temper was somewhat restored after the calm evening, although she hadn't put side the nagging issues at the back of her mind.
Seek happiness, her mother had advised. Beryl had interpreted it to mean she should cast off her own hesitations about approaching the Jadeite she'd found in Econtra. It didn't resolve the question of his feelings on the subject, something he had been reluctant to share and obfuscated behind that ever-present mask of fealty and subservience. Perhaps, and she could hardly blame him, his queen in his world was an obstacle to viewing her here in Econtra with anything else. Yet there was something he was not saying, something more important than all of that troubling him. The past life, he'd said, but he'd offered little or no further explanation.
Kunzite was little better. She did not expect him to share the thoughts in his heart; he had always been a highly private person. Yet she sensed that the issues on his mind were starting to crowd out other things. She would have favored clarity. Doubtless so would he.
Econtra as a whole was perhaps still worse than her two loyal shitennou. Beryl had found its people willing to accept her by now, and willing or even anxious to help her in her efforts. Yet at every turn, if she asked questions it seemed she was largely denied information. The people she encountered were by and large secretive, hiding, furtive. It was disconcerting to a woman who had already learned how few people could be trusted.
Beryl put those thoughts to one sude as she and Kunzite entered the apartment. She'd brought him here to solicit his help, not to become wrapped up in her own thoughts. Her introspective state was hardly unusual for her, but this was not the proper time for it.
"Kunzite," she began, "It is time to develop a way to gather the energy we will need. From there Jadeite will be able to carry it out."