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risky is so small compared to her sisters, it's pretty funny imo

ruby salamander belongs to SailorAlcyone , torbenite samoyed belongs to Desperillo !

more details on the story quest here:
Story Quest 2: Meet the Trinity by CrystalAnimamates on DeviantArt

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the dreamland of glimmering claustrophobia you've found yourself in escalates on the other side of the door, opening into a massive cavern of the same construction. where the cavern itself no longer squeezes in on you, a flood of bodies in the same uniform you're quickly coming to be intimidated by does. you make a quick attempt to count the heads, but you're too short to see over top of the crowd, and like hell you're going to ask the girl accompanying you for any help.

there's a sort of conveyor belt quality to the steady forward motion of the people you've reduced to their outfits - your outfits - identical but for their colors and the shapes of your gloves and shoes. militant, almost. and it dawns on you then, what flora was trying to explain to you about fighting. you're not going to fight her one to one, you've been brought here to fight with her, as part of some larger faction. it's against your will in any case, and the grimace on your face deepens, but you do feel considerably better about your odds with so many allies.

the question begs, who has brought you here for it, and how? and what are you supposed to be fighting? what are you supposed to be fighting for? something deep in you stirs, like you should know, like you do know, but the answers don't come. you're careful not to let this crowd of strangers see your uneasiness through your distaste.

flora, on the other hand, seems elated to see them all. her eyes are wide and soft, reflecting the glimmer of the crystals as she scans around you. you can hear her softspoken wow even through the chatter that fills the cavern. "do you think we're supposed to be, like, partners? that's so cool," she marvels, and throws a loose elbow at you. "you're just the right size to be a sidekick, anyways."

your eyes just roll, head half-shaking. you'll show her a sidekick, a kick to the shins from where you're standing beside her. still, you don't make any effort to get away from her, even though the dense crowd gives you every opportunity to weave away. you just push on with her standing near, almost over, you. further into the halls, past statues of far more formidable looking 'sailors' than the rookie squad you're surrounded by, the girls start to stop and coalesce.

you're not typically one to do as the others do, but considering the circumstances, you feel like you have few other choices. turning heel and running in the opposite direction won't get you out of here, and you have to admit some of the excitement in the room is starting to contaminate you. there seems to be a majority understanding of what's happening here that you're simply not privvy to. if flora is supposed to be your partner in some way, at least you've caught one who has a clue, even if you don't understand her explanations so far.

she practically bounces into the congregation, and you keep your place just shy of under her arm. her legs are longer than yours, but your pace is quicker, and you find yourself slightly in front. it's better for your vantage, as you finally lay eyes on the three women spotlit on the dais. the spectral shine of unicorn's horn, the peaceful sway of kirin's tail, and the incredible wingspan of dragon that seems to dwarf the others.

that answers at least one of your questions.
they deliver a speech that you do your best to keep up with, but the changing accents and ornate vocabulary in your third and weakest language don't make it easy. the loose concept you do understand isn't a particularly comforting one, but you've never been shy about getting into danger before, and despite your attitude, you like to think you're willing to fight for what's right. if you can rage against the machine, you can probably post up to these ancient evils, too. all in the name of wanting what's best for the world, right?

you've been chosen for this. that's… pretty fucking cool. and you perk up a tad hearing that they need computer help, because it gives you an in. you may not know anything about sailors or saving the world, but after four years in two different universities for compsci, you can pretty confidently say you know a thing or two about computers.

you get into the roughshod semblance of a line that forms around the trinity as they distribute those heavy-looking stones to each of the girls, flora still close on your back, making commentary about the girls immediately closest to you that you, honestly, have stopped listening to. you're stuck in your head, trying to find the words to introduce yourself, explain yourself, offer your services to these women who, even without knowing their history as some of the others seemed to, you can tell are far beyond the realm of anything you've seen before in your mundane life. (and have chosen you. kinda sick.)

you're distracted, staring at your sneakers, letting flora's voice drown out into the larger indecipherable commotion, when you're pulled very suddenly to attention by a scarlet-haired girl walking right into your arm and sending you off your balance. you catch yourself with no real damage, but the glare you give her is unforgiving.

"ay, dios mio - perdona! oh, i wasn't looking, i'm so sorry! are you okay?" she's pink in the face, flustered, though whether it's from the embarrassment alone or if being flustered was what had her distracted in the first place, there's no telling. it isn't fair for you to blame her, you weren't paying a shred of attention either, but then, you weren't the one walking into a crowd.

"fine," you grumble, though your teeth are bared. it's hard to maintain your edge when she looks so distraught and genuinely apologetic, but you're nothing if not practiced in looking like a huge bitch. she seems to understand that you don't really want to chat about it, and dismisses herself with a placating nod, clutching the geode close to her chest. shouldn't a rock that size be more cumbersome?

you watch her pass, suddenly full of questions about her in particular. what are those rocks for, anyways? and how are her eyes so red? you've noticed the changes that this outfit seems to have made to your actual body, of course, the hand that came up to grip your offended shoulder brushing fingers over the gems in your skin. you wonder if they're related.

you can only think of her for a few moments before a voice from ahead calls you forward. "and you, child." you turn back to the trinity to find amethyst dragon with a palm outstretched to you, inviting you to the podium.

you climb the steps, but it doesn't make you any taller in comparison to the towering mythic senshi. there's a bead of sweat that forms on your brow as you look up to them, but your expression stays hard-set and tight-lipped. amethyst dragon holds your stare with white masked eyes, and you can feel the aura of power that surrounds the older women stoking your much smaller spirit - you feel invigorated in their presence.

kirin pulls a geode from the cluster, handing it to her sister, who then hands it to you. you take it with an appreciative nod, subdued in your display of excitement as always. it is shockingly light, you understand now how the girl who'd run into managed to carry it with such ease.

you turn thoughtfully to diamond unicorn, trying not to seem nervous. "i can help you." you're not sure how to state your credentials, or if it matters so long as the job can get done. she smiles, her grin as brilliant as her gemstones, and claps a hand onto your shoulder. "oh, cheers! y'stay close then, barra." she points to a place just beside the foot of the dais where you… assume she wants you to stand by, though she's by far the most difficult of the trinity for you to understand.

you dismount, geode in hand, and flora gladly bounds up the stairs in exchange behind you. from your place just below, you watch her get a geode of her own, and as she exchanges her brief words with the trinity, you find your eyes drifting back into the crowd.

maybe you should apologize to that red-haired girl.

Description

risky is so small compared to her sisters, it's pretty funny imo

ruby salamander belongs to SailorAlcyone , torbenite samoyed belongs to Desperillo !

more details on the story quest here:
Story Quest 2: Meet the Trinity by CrystalAnimamates on DeviantArt

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the dreamland of glimmering claustrophobia you've found yourself in escalates on the other side of the door, opening into a massive cavern of the same construction. where the cavern itself no longer squeezes in on you, a flood of bodies in the same uniform you're quickly coming to be intimidated by does. you make a quick attempt to count the heads, but you're too short to see over top of the crowd, and like hell you're going to ask the girl accompanying you for any help.

there's a sort of conveyor belt quality to the steady forward motion of the people you've reduced to their outfits - your outfits - identical but for their colors and the shapes of your gloves and shoes. militant, almost. and it dawns on you then, what flora was trying to explain to you about fighting. you're not going to fight her one to one, you've been brought here to fight with her, as part of some larger faction. it's against your will in any case, and the grimace on your face deepens, but you do feel considerably better about your odds with so many allies.

the question begs, who has brought you here for it, and how? and what are you supposed to be fighting? what are you supposed to be fighting for? something deep in you stirs, like you should know, like you do know, but the answers don't come. you're careful not to let this crowd of strangers see your uneasiness through your distaste.

flora, on the other hand, seems elated to see them all. her eyes are wide and soft, reflecting the glimmer of the crystals as she scans around you. you can hear her softspoken wow even through the chatter that fills the cavern. "do you think we're supposed to be, like, partners? that's so cool," she marvels, and throws a loose elbow at you. "you're just the right size to be a sidekick, anyways."

your eyes just roll, head half-shaking. you'll show her a sidekick, a kick to the shins from where you're standing beside her. still, you don't make any effort to get away from her, even though the dense crowd gives you every opportunity to weave away. you just push on with her standing near, almost over, you. further into the halls, past statues of far more formidable looking 'sailors' than the rookie squad you're surrounded by, the girls start to stop and coalesce.

you're not typically one to do as the others do, but considering the circumstances, you feel like you have few other choices. turning heel and running in the opposite direction won't get you out of here, and you have to admit some of the excitement in the room is starting to contaminate you. there seems to be a majority understanding of what's happening here that you're simply not privvy to. if flora is supposed to be your partner in some way, at least you've caught one who has a clue, even if you don't understand her explanations so far.

she practically bounces into the congregation, and you keep your place just shy of under her arm. her legs are longer than yours, but your pace is quicker, and you find yourself slightly in front. it's better for your vantage, as you finally lay eyes on the three women spotlit on the dais. the spectral shine of unicorn's horn, the peaceful sway of kirin's tail, and the incredible wingspan of dragon that seems to dwarf the others.

that answers at least one of your questions.
they deliver a speech that you do your best to keep up with, but the changing accents and ornate vocabulary in your third and weakest language don't make it easy. the loose concept you do understand isn't a particularly comforting one, but you've never been shy about getting into danger before, and despite your attitude, you like to think you're willing to fight for what's right. if you can rage against the machine, you can probably post up to these ancient evils, too. all in the name of wanting what's best for the world, right?

you've been chosen for this. that's… pretty fucking cool. and you perk up a tad hearing that they need computer help, because it gives you an in. you may not know anything about sailors or saving the world, but after four years in two different universities for compsci, you can pretty confidently say you know a thing or two about computers.

you get into the roughshod semblance of a line that forms around the trinity as they distribute those heavy-looking stones to each of the girls, flora still close on your back, making commentary about the girls immediately closest to you that you, honestly, have stopped listening to. you're stuck in your head, trying to find the words to introduce yourself, explain yourself, offer your services to these women who, even without knowing their history as some of the others seemed to, you can tell are far beyond the realm of anything you've seen before in your mundane life. (and have chosen you. kinda sick.)

you're distracted, staring at your sneakers, letting flora's voice drown out into the larger indecipherable commotion, when you're pulled very suddenly to attention by a scarlet-haired girl walking right into your arm and sending you off your balance. you catch yourself with no real damage, but the glare you give her is unforgiving.

"ay, dios mio - perdona! oh, i wasn't looking, i'm so sorry! are you okay?" she's pink in the face, flustered, though whether it's from the embarrassment alone or if being flustered was what had her distracted in the first place, there's no telling. it isn't fair for you to blame her, you weren't paying a shred of attention either, but then, you weren't the one walking into a crowd.

"fine," you grumble, though your teeth are bared. it's hard to maintain your edge when she looks so distraught and genuinely apologetic, but you're nothing if not practiced in looking like a huge bitch. she seems to understand that you don't really want to chat about it, and dismisses herself with a placating nod, clutching the geode close to her chest. shouldn't a rock that size be more cumbersome?

you watch her pass, suddenly full of questions about her in particular. what are those rocks for, anyways? and how are her eyes so red? you've noticed the changes that this outfit seems to have made to your actual body, of course, the hand that came up to grip your offended shoulder brushing fingers over the gems in your skin. you wonder if they're related.

you can only think of her for a few moments before a voice from ahead calls you forward. "and you, child." you turn back to the trinity to find amethyst dragon with a palm outstretched to you, inviting you to the podium.

you climb the steps, but it doesn't make you any taller in comparison to the towering mythic senshi. there's a bead of sweat that forms on your brow as you look up to them, but your expression stays hard-set and tight-lipped. amethyst dragon holds your stare with white masked eyes, and you can feel the aura of power that surrounds the older women stoking your much smaller spirit - you feel invigorated in their presence.

kirin pulls a geode from the cluster, handing it to her sister, who then hands it to you. you take it with an appreciative nod, subdued in your display of excitement as always. it is shockingly light, you understand now how the girl who'd run into managed to carry it with such ease.

you turn thoughtfully to diamond unicorn, trying not to seem nervous. "i can help you." you're not sure how to state your credentials, or if it matters so long as the job can get done. she smiles, her grin as brilliant as her gemstones, and claps a hand onto your shoulder. "oh, cheers! y'stay close then, barra." she points to a place just beside the foot of the dais where you… assume she wants you to stand by, though she's by far the most difficult of the trinity for you to understand.

you dismount, geode in hand, and flora gladly bounds up the stairs in exchange behind you. from your place just below, you watch her get a geode of her own, and as she exchanges her brief words with the trinity, you find your eyes drifting back into the crowd.

maybe you should apologize to that red-haired girl.