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Michiru Kaioh (seawinds) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-18 21:00:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day 8, mamoru chiba, michiru kaioh, sailor neptune, tuxedo mask

Day 8
Who: Sailor Neptune and Mamoru
What: Arrival
When: Early Afternoon
Where: On the beachfront
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!

Dying had hurt more this time. That was Sailor Neptune's first thought as the world collapsed into blackness and she felt her life bleed out. Maybe it was because it had taken longer. Still, as her soul floated in the blackness, she felt consumed by the feeling of failure. They had failed to protect the Princess. She and Uranus had pulled their last, desperate gambit and it had failed. And she hadn't even been able to hold on to Uranus in their last moments.

She drifted in the void, nothing more than a scrap of consciousness that hadn't quite faded yet. Then, suddenly, she felt warmth and weight again. Could it be? Was she being revived? If anyone could pull if off, it would be Sailor Moon. Neptune felt herself smile. That girl really could do anything. It would all be all right, and she could reunite with her beloved!

Something twisted sharply and she felt herself hit ground hard. Sandy ground. That wasn't right. They were in downtown Tokyo, not near the beach. But she could feel the gentle rhythm of the tide pulling at her and hear the sounds of the waves. With a nearly inaudible groan she pushed herself up and looked around. This was definatly _not_ Tokyo. She checked and realized she was still in senshi form. Well that was good at least. If something bad happened, she could at least fight. She looked around for someone who might know what was going on.

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prince_endymion
2008-07-23 06:08 pm UTC (link)

"That could be. It wouldn't surprise me. I think it, the planet, just really doesn't want anyone to leave. Maybe if it distracts us, we'll be happy. I don't know. I'm having a hard time with the concept of a planet wanting us around, anyway."

He opened the door to the restaurant and headed in. He'd been in here only once, when he'd been driven out of his room by hunger this morning. As she spoke, he looked over his shoulder at her.

"I know next to nothing about you... I remember you as a Princess, slightly older than you are now. Well... about me... I don't know what to tell you. Obviously, I'm not Japanese, I was born American and raised Japanese, but spent most of my life in Tokyo. I'm... well, I was before... a student in college. What else is there to say?"

He gave her the simple version, not comfortable much with talking about himself, and changed the subject as soon as possible.

"And you? I know you as being a little different."

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seawinds
2008-07-24 06:44 pm UTC (link)

"Past life memory can be a little unreliable" she said with a half smile. "It's misled me a number of times."

She looked around the restaurant curiously. It looked much like any other restaurant, though with markedly fewer people. And no hostess.

"Are we supposed to seat ourselves?" she asked.

"As for me? Well, a lot of it doesn't matter now. But I am Michiru Kaiou, world-recognized violinist and painter, who still managed to fit being a senshi around that." He wasn't the only one who could be vague.

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prince_endymion
2008-07-24 11:02 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, I'm getting that. I barely remember, it's all very new."

He shrugged and wandered over to the table, indicating the golems with his head.

"Well, they don't seem to be about to seat us, so yeah. I mean, this morning at breakfast, I did."

He frowned thoughtfully as she spoke. He vaguely remembered Princess Neptune playing beautiful music on the violin, but only because she'd mentioned it.

"Michiru. The name suits you. And you paint, too? Very talented. Being... who I am, I can understand the senshi thing more than most, I guess."

Which was the understatement of the year, probably. He'd been a college student, had a social life, and had to constantly be around to protect Sailor Moon. It had been busy, to say the least.

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