1841/Drain a Little Dream

Drain a Little Dream
Date of Scene:	19 August 2016
Location:	Mitakihara - Kikoku Street - South
Synopsis:	Lacrima finds the Prince of Earth's energy and identity to her liking. Usagi and Kunzite find Lacrima's tastes not to their taste. Mamoru did not get the Eevee.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Norie Okana, Usagi Tsukino, Kunzite

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Evening in Tokyo Town, and Mamoru Chiba's currently pokegoing it alone: he's not, at least, in King Penguin Park. He's pretty sure, in fact, that he should go there with Naru to catch the ridiculous number of Gastlies that spawn there when Kunzite and Kyouko want to run fighting manuever experiments. He's not quite dumb enough to go there alone anymore unless he knows his ready backup isn't busy and he's spoiling for a fight.

Tonight, he's not actually spoiling for a fight. He spent most of the day totally antisocial, either taking pictures of cats for his tumblr or hunting pokemon or up on the roof caring for the garden, not talking to anyone. Usagi's heartbubbles over the mental airwaves were hugged, but after the fifth time in half an hour, he gently texted her that he did actually need to be alone. At least Zoisite made up with Kunzite.

Right now, he's on his way with his telescope case in one hand, the other hand deftly catching another Eevee with his phone, on his way toward Infinity to watch tonight's installment of the Perseids with that Meioh girl Kyouko knows-- that is, if Nephrite ever shows up. He's not dumb enough to nerd with a girl he's just met without a chaperone.

He stops between streetlights, growling at the screen of his phone. "Get in the /ball/!" he says under his breath.

Norie Okana has posed:
Norie Okana had an experiment she wanted to try. She obtained a cellphone. She installed Pokemon Go. Then she went into the Dusk Zone and wanted to see if that'd work. This was a very bad idea. As error messages like 'HELLO' and 'I'm HErE' and 'DEatHDEATHdeathgone' ran by as really creepy wide eyed red twisted pokemon occasionally flashed for instants on the screen.

She arrives back into reality with her usually purple features, into an alley and she tosses the phone into a trashcan because she's pretty sure it's 'Super Possessed' now. This will probably be a Creepy Pasta on the internet in a few months when a couple kids find the phone next morning chilling there.

She steps out of the alleyway as her eyes trace along the street. This is a quiet night. Not a lot of people.

Yesterdays visit to the Dusk Zone took a lot out of her. She needs to find someone to drain.

There's someone over there. Tall. Hands full. Completely ignoring the warning to be aware of your surroundings. Yeah. Pokemon GO has been a complete boon for energy drainers sneaking up on people. She takes a few easy steps toward's Mamoru. She doesn't know who Mamoru is. All she sees at the moment is:

'Easy Target'.

Mamoru can feel a hand placed on his back suddenly. "...Do you know what my favorite Pokemon move is...?" she asks.

"It's Giga Drain~"

Then that teasing tone becomes utterly deadpan. "Drenaje." a purple aura encompasses her hand and she attempts to just suddeny drain Mamoru. No talking or otherwise. It's a slow drain. Probably like Naru described-- like ice crystals in your body forming and scraping in sensation.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
The tall boy's back immediately tenses up at the contact, and Norie can hear his voice through his gritted teeth even before she starts draining, "No just wait I need ALL THE EEVEES-- wai--"

And then the drain hits him, and he freezes up, and all that's going through his head for a second is 'RUDE!'

The thing is, despite the drain beginning, he actually does have the foresight and willpower to bend down to put the telescope case on the sidewalk, and his phone in his pocket.

He probably doesn't have much time to do anything else, because the thing with Mamoru is that dipping her toe in like this--

--it turns out that the warm golden energy he's filled with, solid and real and rooted in the earth beneath their feet, isn't a pond like most people's. It's not even a lake, like particularly full-of-energy people.

It's an ocean.

And it's looking at her.

Norie Okana has posed:
Norie Okana is confused at first. Is this... is this boy literarly begging for his Eeeves before she drains him to unconciousness or something? Is he just... just.. what!? This is really confusing because the usual reaction is that they tend to drop everything, scream or yell or become frightend and---

Well this is none of the above. "Eevees are not important right now." she insists. Deadpan.

--but.

That energy is...

Human energy always feels a particular way. Sometimes these have flavors. Sometimes these invoke images. Usually she assigns these as names. 'Cinnabun'. 'Cupcake'.

This is literarly also none of the above. This causes her to struggle a bit. But. This is also so-- satisfying in a weird way? Like she was searching for something...

And this might be it...

"....What /are/ you." she spits out.

"...All of it...."

There's a small flash as the rest of her henshin comes into play. Not even playing at pretending now. She actually leans into it now-- possibly pushing Mamoru up against that lamppost he was under-- or trying to push him to the ground or any other countless things.

"...I want all of it...!" she says more wideyed-- talking like this is the soultion to all her problems. Her voice isn't so deadpan now, it reeks of weird sudden desperation.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Shoved over roughly to the ground by this tiny purple girl, with enough force to bang his head until he sees stars, and Mamoru doesn't even notice it because all of a sudden he's freezing over, and there's nothing pleasant about it at all, and he feels her pulling at his connection with the earth--

--he's been drained before. He's been drained unconscious before. That was before he knew who he was. That was before he was connected with who he was. He's fighting now, he's fighting her, and there's a surge of that gold: maybe enough to choke her, if her metaphorical maw weren't wide open and trying to devour all that he is. He shoves energy at her past the searing pain in his body, and he shoves energy at reality in order to henshin.

A crackling line of light buzzes over his body, and suddenly he's dressed in armor, navy blue leather with gold accents, with silver pauldrons and etched plate over his midsection and kidneys, with a sword, with a black and red cape--

--and he hisses out between his teeth, "LACRIMA. It's RUDE to take without asking!"

He doesn't shove her off. His limbs aren't moving right. He's so cold... he's so cold and there's an emptiness growing in him that tastes like the darkness edged by red, but without even his-- his-- "n-no," he says, and he panics, and his panic tastes like everything's been ripped from him before, and like he'd promised himself it wouldn't happen again, and like this girl is going to do it anyway, and leave nothing, leave an empty shell that walks around without recognition and without connection to anything.

He panics, and his heart calls out, sharp and crystal and watered steel. It calls out and pulls on the first of his connections that he can find, hard. There are three.

Sailor Moon.

Kunzite.

The ground beneath him.

His hands slam to the sidewalk to either side of him, shattering the concrete, and his fingers tear and scrabble and lift until they can dig into the sandy soil beneath the paving. Instantly, as soon as there's that contact, he floods anew with energy, with identity, with his sense of self and with the brilliant living awareness of the planet.

Lacrima's not just getting him, anymore. Not just Mamoru Chiba, not just a magical hero, not just someone with an insane reserve well of self-possession and molten gold energy-- she's getting rooted to the earth. She can feel sap and magma running through her veins, she can feel the electricity and steam in wires and pipes in the city welling behind her eyes like the tears she's named for, she can feel the freedom of the air and the branches of trees swaying in it, she can feel the buried rivers below the city rushing with contained pressure, and every life in every pocket of space around them--

Norie Okana has posed:
Lacrima becomes even /more/ confused in her head when the energy begins /fighting back/ as she takes it. What--- she doesn't understand at all what's happening as it seems to cause to well-- actually choke. Not enough to make her loose contact. Nope. Not even a little. This is.. something else.

Her mind is racing. Her current state means this becomes a stream of conciousness out of her mouth. "Nonono...."

"/I DON'T NEED TO ASK PERMISSION TO BE HUMAN AGAIN/." she spits. "Icanfixit!" she says with something that almost be /actual/ antcipation. "With this! I can /fix/ it!" she says. She lying to herself because all this is, is energy. Just very very potent energy and if she keeps it all she might not even need to feed for a good couple months at this rate. But that's the aboustely maximum best case scenario. Mamoru's... well Endymion's well being right now... isn't her concern at the moment.

Then Mamoru calls up on.. things.

Things that maybe she had connection to as a human-- flesh and blood and not ichor and darkness, those feelings are confusing her even more- warmth and steam and water and and--- Her hand is trying to dig past armor now....

"....Taunting me..." she finally settles on it. "/WHY ARE YOU TAUNTING ME WITH THESE THINGS/." she screams out.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Usagi has had awkward conversations.

Well, sometimes. Well, very rarely that she's realized the conversation was awkward.

She'd spent awhile heartbubbling at Mamoru, trying to take her mind off things for a few, but his introversion batteries were in a serious need of a recharge. So, she cuts her end off and really hope he isn't getting the nervous bleedback.

There isn't actually much of a conversation going on. This outing is under the guise of a Daddy/Daughter Day, and she's so nervous she's barely even touched her ridiculously large crepe.

And she keeps checking her phone every few minutes or more, not to see if she's gotten a text, but to remind herself that no, she really shouldn't mentally throttle her boyfriend.

And of course, Kenji's feeling both guilty for his daughter's obvious agitation and very much awkward, as well. After all, it's not every day he goes on an outing with one of Tokyo's saviors.

Okay, so apparently it is, but until now he's never really had to think about it!

And Luna is making it worse, curled up around Usagi's shoulder and just giving him eyes.

"Usagi--" He starts off, leaning forward, hands spread in front of him. He doesn't like the silence, especially not from the girl who could ramble on about yesterday's episode of Detective Conan.

But of course, that one word opens the floodgates. "Daddy I'm sorry I lied I had to and I'm really sorry I've been dating a boy since time began but if I hadda do it again I would because I love him lots and I'm sorry I keep falling asleep in class still and not getting the best grades but honest I think if I didn't hafta do things I'd do a little better but I gotta keep doing things and I know I should delegate my time better, but Daddy, if I didn't spend free hours reading manga or watching TV or going to friends' houses I'd go crazy or get boring or both and I don't wanna do that but I promise I'm being really careful I only died once this lifetime which is actually pretty good and I'm doing better about keeping myself safe because I give people heart attacks and with Naru-chan getting munched on if it's a day ending in Y I really began to understand so honest I--"

"Wait, wait, wait. You died?"

Usagi stops her tirade, looks very much extremely guilty, and gives a half shrug. "I got better? It was when...you know all those flowers? It's when they disappeared."

Kenji leans back in his chair and rubs his face in his hands. He looks at Luna. According to Ikuko...

"Was that the day, talking cat?"

Luna slinks down more on Usagi's shoulder and nods.

Kenji shakes his head and leans forward. "Look, honey, I--"

Suddenly Usagi's head snaps up as her entire body tenses. She's looking off in that direction with such a determined face that Kenji barely recognizes her. "Dammit."

"Usa--?"

She stands, chair scraping back, and she practically throws Luna and her father. "Sorry, Daddy, I gotta go. Keep an eye on him?"

And then she's dashing off toward an alley.

"Hey, now wait a minute!" Kenji is up and following her. He reaches the mouth of the alley mid-transformation and somehow...manages not to gawk.

She's about to leap away when she notices her father's dumbfounded look. Then Sailor Moon is his daughter again, wringing her hands and shrugging. "Sorry?"

And poof, she's gone.

Kenji just stares. "How...what...I mean...it's just..."

Luna sighs. "Welcome to my world."

"AUGH! I CLEAN YOUR LITTER BOX!"

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT?!"

And on that end, the rest of the outing is spent with two faces burning a serious shade of red.

However.

"MOON TIARA ACTION!"

By the time Sailor Moon reaches Kikoku Street, she's nearly a frothing ball of Much Annoyance and Great Anger.

She catches the tiara as she lands, trying to get between Mamoru and his attacker. Then she sees who it is. And then she sees red. "You! First Naru-chan, like a billion times, and now him?!" She rushes forward, face furious and hands in claws at her side. "I'mma tear your face off!"

Kunzite has posed:
Kazuo Takeba has not been having anything like the day that Usagi Tsukino has. An early-morning run. A not-quite-so-early-morning mending of fences. A hunt in pleasant company for a not-terribly-bright youma that made the mistake of targeting Naru only after Naru could outrun it. Yes, Mamoru's been antisocial, but Mamoru does that; there's nothing to worry about, as far as he's concerned. Mamoru can manage himself, these days, and he's still got quite a bit of debt to catch up on there from the weeks that he couldn't be left alone at all. If there's trouble, he'll call.

It's a good day.

Until that call comes.

It takes all of seconds for him to call on his power, seconds more for him to put that power to use, to focus and make the transit. And still those seconds mean that the seething column of shadow that boils up from the earth beside Endymion, shot through with lightning the colors of the dawn, appears behind Sailor Moon. He draws a breath, sharp; is already, as he draws it, moving to place himself as well between Lacrima and her prey if he can. Behind Moon. Defending, and leaving her free to advance.

Kunzite's voice is a low snarl in the wake of Moon's words. "Not him, Lacrima. Never him."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
The prince on the ground, half-frozen so his breath is in clouds from his mouth, has his hands in the broken earth below the concrete sidewalk, siphoning energy from the ground as fast as she's taking it from him, trying to take it faster so he can hope to overpower her even as she's gorged on his own energy-- and still the energy resists her, fights her, and she's clawing at his chest, sharp nails tearing through the leather armor as he tries to patch a dam with unbagged sand. His mind's latched onto Usa's, onto Kunzite's, and they can feel the flavor of his panic: he's not physically fighting because he's fighting to keep what's him inside him, like it wasn't for so long, like it wasn't...

...and he's shoving everything he possibly can, everything he can sense, all his perception and all his extended proprioception, into what Lacrima is taking from him.

They'll see him.

He can feel them, he can feel them because his senses are opened up to everything, not blocking anything, because feeling the earth is something he can hide himself in, is something he can substitute for the pain she's causing him, is someplace where he can stash away his sense of self, intermingled with everything else that lives and everything else that makes up the spirit of the planet itself.

They get there and they can see him go slack as Lacrima screams at him, her fingers tearing armor and scoring his glowing flesh, which heals as quickly as she injures it.

There's more energy than she can take. There's more identity than she can steal. Especially now, with both Usagi and Kunzite present to force his sense of self into sharp relief, even as it's scattered to the wind and the dirt and the grass and the starlight, digging in and rooting there.

They can see him go slack, and they can hear his voice, dark and amused and as smooth as molten metal, burning, both sorrowful and furious. "It's not all about you, little monster." The panic in his head that tore at Usagi and Kunzite's hearts, it's stilled. It's stilled because of them, and it's stilled because he's grounded.

They can feel his presence surrounding them even as they come to his rescue, even as they move to get between him and his attacker. "Does the sun taunt you by shining?"

Norie Okana has posed:
Lacrima wants that all. Anything of that all. This is unlike anything she'd ever taken- the closest thing had been Kunzite feeding her that... 'connection'. It's conversion inside her whispers promises to her that it can't possibly take. You can be human again. You can feel 'love' of Natsumi-chan and know as such. You can 'care' for your friends. You can 'feel bad' about things and she wants it so much-- that she doesn't care she's cracking through armor and into a person right now--- not something she'd go so far as to do normally.

Something tingles at the edge of her senses. Something positive and bright--- and for a moment it's enough to hone her senses back to the matter at hand--- going from wide eyed insanity to narrowed deadpan in a second as she seems to come back into some sense of limited self perservation. She turns into a jet of black mist and seems to phase backwards away from her prize. She seethes when Mamoru says it isn't about her. But that remark about the Sun taunting her. Oh that makes her upset.

"Why don't you just ask if beautiful music taunts a deaf person." she spits out hatefully.

Her eyes trace to the incoming Sailor Moon who she frowns at- and you know, she's coming in. Claws ready, to apparently rip her face off. "Aren't you...." her arm begins to glow in black electric-like sparks down it as she raises her hand. "That despondent girl who was kneeling when you attack Riventon-san?" she asks.

That is not at all how that situation went but that is how Lacrima seems to be interupting it as. Riventon /totally/ was /attacked/! Not at all any sort of the other way around.

Then the bolt of black dark energy fires off!---toward's Sailor Moon.... and sails right past her shoulder. It seems her target was actually Kunzite.

"/You/...." she seems to say in a very very pointed tone. "This is your fault! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HELP! YOU MADE THINGS WORSE!" she spits out.

"Is this person important to you!?"

There's a soft pause from her even as Sailor Moon charges her as she moves to keep some distance, confusion overtaking her again....

Then an abject look of horror for what appears to be no particular reason-- or maybe it's just the sudden change of odds?

"No.. No, you /stay back!/" she says as she rakes her hand outwards--- a flare of dark energy following it as she tries to meet Sailor Moon's eventually close proximity.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
And it's that flair of dark energy that has her skidding to a stop, and her broach is in her hand, lid coming up to reveal the crystal.

Hey, she's allergic to dark energy, okay? It's either bring it out to stave it off or possibly projectile vomit every where.

...And Christmas Day was enough of that, thank you very much Mamo-chan.

And it takes a moment, a second, for her mind to catch up on things. She looks over at Mamoru, confused and bewildered. 'Little Monster?'

She shakes her head and looks back at Lacrima, taking a step back. Just because the crystal is out doesn't mean she's planning on using it. Just, it'd be stupid to have only a frisbee at a light show. Or something.

She's panting, emotions still high. "First of all. Taka-baka attacked us. He started it. Second, yes. That was me. Third." She points back toward Mamoru, waving her hand. "He's important to him, he's important to me, and to be honest you're not exactly on my best side. Naru-chan isn't your damn sippy cup. Mamo-chan isn't your Energizer Bunny."

Step back, cautious guarding.

Kunzite has posed:
Kunzite doesn't have shields up. He recoils, flinging up his cape, deflecting the bolt up and to the side -- away from Moon and Endymion both. Golden light flares hard at the impact, all the same, stored energy burning away to fend off the contamination.

"I didn't make things worse, Lacrima," Kunzite says, low. "I had more of one of the things you feed on than most people. That's all. There is no fault, except the fault of whatever made you what you are."

And the problem is that Mamoru, Endymion, is important to her. Only not in the emotional sense. That feeding on him risks damaging everything both they and Riventon are trying to do --

-- but she's not about to listen to that, is she. Not from him.

He draws a breath, and calls up his shadows, bringing a dome over himself and Mamoru -- over Moon if she's close enough, but odds aren't good she's there yet, not with that first surge of aggression. Something that can intercept that rain of darkness Lacrima can call.

... even if she can probably burn through it if she chooses to, right now, it's at least something.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
A much more brilliant flare of light as Lacrima backs off and the prince is still channelling energy, before he tones it down and just starts replacing what she took. He sits up a little unsteadily, keeping his hands clawed into the dirt and breathing with forced regularity. There's fighting going on, there's a surge of dark energy, there's-- there's parts of his soul there, there's his love come to save him, as always.

He breathes.

"Music," says Endymion with the patience of a kindergarten teacher, "is created by human beings in order to evoke emotional responses. Music can be designed to taunt. It can't taunt deaf people because they can't hear it. If someone who loses their hearing knows that their favorite song is being played, that's probably closer to what you're talking about -- but in that case, no, the music isn't doing a damned thing."

The wind ruffles his hair like a caress, and his torn leather armor gives way to his loose summer clothes again as Kunzite's dome forms. Mamoru's eyes are closed, for the moment. "The deaf person who can't hear it might be sad that they can't, but the music isn't taunting them. If someone who knows it's their favorite song is playing it on purpose, in their space, that person might be taunting them. But if they really really love 'Let It Snow' and they go to the mall in December, aren't they wallowing, instead of being taunted?"

His eyes open again, and he looks directly at Lacrima, and the irises aren't their usual blue. They're shining molten gold, as bright as sunlight in a summer meadow. That vast ocean of energy is watching her. "The sun exists. It doesn't taunt. It exists. Its existence is not an attack against you. It is not a taunt. This planet is not a taunt. It's where you hunt. You used to live here, but now you hunt here instead. If you want so badly to be part of it again, for it to be your home, to have all the things it offers, you can't steal from it or you'd be hard pressed to convince it to let you stay. You don't steal. You earn. You ask. It's unfair that your humanity was taken from you. The one who did it has to be punished, has to be stopped. But every time you steal, you're turning away from the humanity you purport to crave."

Norie Okana has posed:
Lacrima is getting ready for another attack because she's certain everyone here is about to try some form of killing her. This doesn't happen, but she still has the posture, which she keeps, hand out, palm open. She's still utterly confused and shaken by--- something and that isn't going away.

She isn't talking about it whatever it was. Not to these people. She kind of just... just wants to dissapear out to Natsumi's house right now. She spits her mouth at Kunzite, though because any sort of thing she can say there is better than thinking on anything besides what's in her head at the moment.

"Ayana-chan said I could trust you! You're just a liar!" she spits.

"You act like I targetted him for some ulterior reason besides 'there's a boy here ignoring everything around him because Pokemon.'" she frowns at Sailor Moon. "I don't intend to touch him again. I don't like /feeling/ like that." she seethes. "You don't need to worry about me touching Naru-chan again, regardless." though she doesn't specify why.

She does listen to Mamoru but this turns sour fast. "Everytime I've /asked/ and /been permitted/ to drain. I have idiots like Kukai and that Pink haired Camera girl up my back about who don't care that /I've asked/ and /been permitted/." she spits out.

"So don't you dare sit here and talk to me of such things as 'asking' when it doesn't change anything!" she yells, stamping a foot forward.

"No..! The only way for me to survive is to /take/ now." she spits out. "If I don't /eat/... if I don't /drain/......" she seethes.

"Why am I even bothering, you don't care!" she spits out.

"All you need to know is that I don't have the choice in the matter because choosing not to feed is me just hurting random people worse than I already need to until I gain some sembelence of intelligence again." she frowns.

"I HATE THIS!" she suddenly screams. "Everytime I'm 'okay' some idiot comes along who thinks they can fix me, or have the answer to my problem and they just make it worse! I belive them because I'm an /idiot!/" she stamps her foot again.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Sailor Moon listens to this all. But she's moving forward, twintails practically bristling, and she stops only when her hand lands hard against Lacrima's cheek.

"Don't you dare presume to know what I do and what I don't care about! The only reason I never hunted you down for Naru is because she told me things and I hated it but I thought it may help."

She waves and flaps her arms, very much annoyed and frustrated. "The only reason I'm yelling and angry is because you kept on attacking Naru-chan, and now!! While he's playing POKEMON?! Have you no DECENCY, woman!"

She args! and stamps her own foot. "I'm half tempted to just let you drain me if it would mean you don't go around making snacks of people I love! At least then you wouldn't get an entire planet up your butt! ...Okay maybe the moon but it's not as close!"

Plus, there's the sudden realization of another bonus: avoiding more Awkward Daddy Moments for a little while longer.

Kunzite has posed:
"No." Kunzite's voice is flatter, more toneless, than it had been; but this time it's directed to Sailor Moon. "Not him. And not you. She's said she doesn't intend to touch him. And implied it with the other. Leave that be."

His attention turns to Lacrima again, steady through the wall of shadows that drains color from his features, leaves him looking more of a ghost than before. "You know very well," he says, "that I have not lied to you. If you need a defense against learning what happened, I won't begrudge you that. If you choose to dismiss in advance everything I say, then I'll take what we learned to Riventon instead; not all of it will be new to him, but he's been busy, so some may. I will tell you -- don't try to feed from Sailor Moon. Not because of any kind of vengeance, not because of any threats. Only because it would be like drinking acid; what she is and what you are don't survive in close contact."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"...Moon," says Mamoru with one of those looks that's not only sidelong, it takes him moving his entire head to give her it, tilted, looking up through his bangs, like 'really? REALLY?'

But he says it at the same time as Kunzite says 'no', so the rest of what he was going to say goes unsaid. Which is really just as well. And, behind Kunzite's dimming shield, the boy's eyes finally stop glowing as he slips his hands out of the dirt and gets slowly to his feet. Not unsteady, just... tired. And it may be emotionally so, socially so, rather than physically -- it's hard to say. They occasionally look the same.

He studies Lacrima as she shrieks and stamps her feet, and as Kunzite speaks -- he's not begrudging Usagi her slap; heaven knows he's wanted to tell Lacrima 'QQ' for the last five minutes -- and he dusts his hands off, then puts them in his pockets. Then he blinks and glances at Kunzite. "Oh, jeez, what, she's made of dark energy? No wonder I could fight it--"

This is entirely distracted, and then he lifts a hand to wave it in the air. "Should tell Riventon anyway. Anyway-- Lacrima-- I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd asked and then gotten fought for taking what you'd been given. That isn't fair, either. The problem with screaming about people being idiots and liars when they try to help is that /there might be something that works/. God knows all I ever do is fling solutions at the wall until something sticks. Anyway, I'm not mad at you. Can I get my telescope?"

Norie Okana has posed:
QQing comes with the name Lacrima, alas. At least her name isn't 'Asesinato' or 'Ira' or something like that. Not like being sadness incarnate is any better though.

Slap! Sailor Moon goes on a tirade and she blinks. There's no reaction from her for a few moments because maybe that all became a mess of 'garbled confusion' because she was slapped.

She snaps out of it however. "Riventon-san's been the only one of two people making an honest effort to help me!" she says. "He built me a device that stops me from burning energy continously. So I don't need to feed every damn twelve hours." she huffs.

"Fine. Tell Riventon." she says flatly.

She gets a look at Sailor Moon and she's about to actually reject the offer when Kunzite mentions 'don't do that and why'- and she frowns heavily. She doesn't say it but there's defintily a look of betrayal there. An unsaid 'you just tried to trick me' at Moon, but she she just frowns heavily.

"I'm not going out of the way to hurt anyone you 'love'." she spits again. There's a bright red mark against her pale face where Moon slapped. It probably won't last really long though. "I eat. I need to feed. I feed off people. I don't know who these people are." she exclaims a final time.

She frowns at Mamoru. "Kukai promised me help. Then just acted like he expected the problem to go away. He's an idiot." she says again.

She frowns. "What do you think I am? Sunshine and rainbows? I don't have a 'body'. Not like you." she says as she huffs.

"...Take whatever. I'm leaving. Unless you have something to say about that." she spits as darkness begins to mist up around her and cloak over her--- which-- if allowed to dissapear-- takes her with it.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Usagi looks back at her boyfriend and gives him a Look of his own. It's very much a Look of 'Like this is the worst idea either of us has ever had?' And in the span of a second, her expression goes from wry to horrfied and shocked both.

For a moment, she looks insulted at Kunzite! Acid! (This initial reaction is more from her overall current mental state rather than Kunzite himself.)

But then she gets it and hisses a breath in through her teeth, wringing her hands together as she looks back at Lacrima, wincing. "Noooo, that would be bad. I don't actually want to claw your face off."

And then she just sort of ugs and rolls her eyes. "Oh my goodness, you are like all the horrible teenager cliches stuck into every bad 90's sitcoms ever."

This, of course, is said to empty air.

She turns toward Kunzite and Mamoru both. "Really. I love everyone. Honest. Couldn't she just be that kid that continually gets on my last damn nerve even if I'm supposed to love her?"

Kunzite has posed:
Kunzite certainly isn't stopping Lacrima from vanishing. He has this awkward habit of not attacking her. It's oddly inconvenient; it'd be so much easier in some ways if she could just feel justified in throwing more things at him.

Probably so much easier for both of them.

"You love people," he says to Moon after Lacrima is gone. "As personhood goes, Lacrima is currently a slightly-animate rag doll frantically trying to find enough fresh patches to keep anyone from noticing she bleeds stuffing instead of blood. I can't say for sure that the problem isn't fixable. But there's nothing visible there now."

And she's working with Riventon. Who experiments with shards of his soul. There is nothing good about this.

Kunzite exhales, and steps back to Mamoru's side, dissolving the dome so that no barriers stand between them. "Company or privacy?"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru shrugs one shoulder, already letting go the constructed persona he was using to cope with the immediate situation. The persona he's always been good at...

And then Lacrima's spitting and accusing and flouncing, and as she vanishes, he moves to go pick up his telescope case. "Company," he says with a glance up and over at Kunzite and Usagi. "I won't be all there, and I won't say much, and I will be like unto a lump of kelp on the couch between you, but company. Please."

He straightens, then reaches to pull Sailor Moon over with his free hand, and doesn't /quite/ drag her over to Kunzite. Not quite /dragging/, that is. "Can you take us home? I'm too screwed up to barf, I promise."

As it turns out, only just.