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|Date of Scene=2018/07/25
|Location=Mitakihara/Pikarigaoka - King Penguin Park
|Synopsis=While Lacrima meets with Lamya and Rashmi to discuss the situation about her brother, Ryo shows up and becomes the legendary St. George and tries to kill Lamya. He makes a tactical retreat. It isn't running away. A tactical retreat.
|Cast of Characters=160,198,206,223
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima is getting more frustrated. Because everything is pointing to Lamya is correct about Ryo. She's texted Lamya-chan and Rashmi-chan, two people she knows she can trust, to talk about this issue. She's found a bench in an out of the way spot under some trees in Penguin Park on a hot summer day.<br /><br />There is no food or snacks. At least any she's providing. She wants to talk. She shifts.<br /><br />When they get here, she just begins talking. "I spoke to ... Sailor Venus. Last night." she says. "She says that what Ryo is experiencing. And the fact that someone else recognized him or found him familiar, are pretty good indicators of 'reincarnated' people." she shifts uncomfortably.<br /><br />"We need to do something. I don't know what. But we can't just sit here- and wait for him to get to a fever pitch where he's able to henshin or change or something." she says.

:'''{{#var:198|Rashmi Terios| (198)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Rashmi being Rashmi, brought drinks. Specifically, frozen Coke pouches to beat beack the heat, and she made sure to stash a few more in her thermal takeout bag just in case one isn't enough for either Lacrima or Lamya. As her friend talks, the redhead nods, frowning. "But I mean... what can we even ''do,'' y'know? Try to keep stuff from stressing him out so he doesn't feel the ''need'' to?"

:'''{{#var:206|Lamya| (206)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Ever since her outburst in the Mansion, Lamya has been hiding in her room. Specifically hiding in the restored acquarium as her little froggy self. The usual self assured haughtiness that the dragon usually oozes has been replaced with a new kind of emotion: Anxiety. It's something that her dragon brain is ill equipped to deal with. <br /><br />Somehow she was coaxed out of her homemade pond and into the heat, and is sitting next to her roommate on the bench. her shoulders are hunched and her hands are trapped between her knees to keep them from fidgiting. She looks up at Rashmi when she's handed the pouch and gingerly takes it, examining the strange thing with puzzlement. <br /><br />"I didn't want to be right," she admits. "Not this time." She examines the red cap of the dring and, first pulls on it, but when that doesn't work she tries unscrewing it. "I don't know what to do either." She sniffs at the opening once the red cap pops off and takex an experimental sip. <br /><br />"I mean. The dragon part of me is telling me that it's better to just kill him and be done with it but --" her eyes glance over to Lacrima "-- that's not a good solution. That's what the other part of me is saying. I think that is a human part of me, now." She pouts a little. "It's annoying," she says softly.

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima frowns at Lamya. "No killing him." she says coldly. "No hurting him unless he acts first." she says. "I really wish Mamoru was... able to help here. Maybe he could do what he does and maybe calm Ryo's head about this." she says. She sighs at Rashmi. "I dunno Rashmi-chan." she says quietly.<br /><br />"He doesn't want to listen to me. He doesn't want to listen to anyone on this." she says. She shifts.<br /><br />"I feel like this is my fault. If I didn't buy that stupid necklace. I wouldn't be this thing. Ryo's head would still be calm. My family wouldn't be a mess..." she mutters.

:'''{{#var:198|Rashmi Terios| (198)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"It's ''not'' your fault, Lacchan," Rashmi says gently. "Not yours either, Lamya-chan. Neither of you could have known that George-sama would come back, and ''especially'' not known who'd be his reincarnation. We'll just.... have to do our best, but we'll sort it out in the end."<br /> <br />Yes, Rashmi is aware that at the moment she is a D-class cheerleader at best, but there's precious little to go on.

:'''{{#var:206|Lamya| (206)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I know!" Lamya says, shrinking into her beverage. "I promised you I wouldn't. Dragons are good on their word." She takes a sip of it when she hears her roommate blaming herself. "No. This is not your fault." Her words echo that of Rashmi. "It isn't even your brother's fault, really." She glowers down at the ground. "It's that stupid knight's fault."

:'''{{#var:223|Ryo Okana| (223)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Why do you know how to track a dragon. It's something he's asking himself. Why do you know how? Even when it's in a form that isn't a dragon? He's searched, asked questions of people if they saw someone matching the girl he met in the Korma Chameleon. He finds her.<br /><br />She is sitting with the thing wearing his sister's identity, and the witch. Monsters always congeregate with other monsters.<br /><br />He strides forward. Along the treeline. He's trying to sneak up. He manages to get to Lamya from the open side of the bench the group is sitting at and he quickly ''grabs'' the girl's shoulders and forcefully turns her towards him. "You. You are going to tell me what's really going on. And you are going to stop forcing me to have these dreams." he says. "This is your fault, you... you ''thing''." he says. Like he doesn't actually want to be talking right now.<br /><br />He is not regarding Lacrima right now. He is not regarding Rashmi right now. The imposter sister and witch don't concern him right now.

:'''{{#var:206|Lamya| (206)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lamya lets out an inhuman squeak of surprise as Ryo manages to somehow sneak up on her, her hands reflexively closing on the drink packet causing a spray of Coca-Cola slush to wash her face. Whatever angry or dangerous reaction she might have had against the boy is squelched by the sticky sweet beverage spraying all over her. <br /><br />She just blinks in surprise at Ryo as he shakes her and yells at her and blames her for all his ills. "I... I don't know what you're talking about! Whatever is going on with you is the fault of that Knight and not me!"

:'''{{#var:198|Rashmi Terios| (198)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"''Whoa!''" Rashmi says, standing up the moment Ryo puts his hands on Lamya. "I don't know who taught you to people, Okana-san, but that is ''not okay!''"<br /> <br />And at this point, she starts to tug Lacrima back behind her, putting on a srs and determined face in the hopes that Ryo will see what a jerk he's being.<br /> <br />"She hasn't been making you have weird dreams, Okana-san. I understand you're scared, but what you're doing right now is just wrong-headed."

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima is about to talk back to the other two when... there is suddenly Ryo? Suddenly Ryo. Okay. That's a thing and it's bad very bad. "Ryo!? What are you doing!? Stop that! This isn't her fault! She isn't the cause of what's happening!" she says.<br /><br />"Look...just calm down, please?" she asks. "Please. Please Please." she urges. This is bad. What the hell has Ryo been doing recently!? She's guessing Venus hadn't had a chance to keep a tab on him yet.<br /><br /><span style="color:purple">''This is bad.''</span> <span class="fg_59">''What can I do?-- wait why do I hear you again.''</span> <span style="color:purple">''Does it matter? Anyways I have an idea. Eat.''</span> <span class="fg_59">''Eat?... OH! OH! Yeah... Yeah Okay.''</span><br /><br />She starts to try to reach out towards Ryo. She doesn't want to do this. But the darkness has a good idea right now.

:'''{{#var:223|Ryo Okana| (223)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lamya is moved away from him. Rashmi takes a defensive stance. He's concentrated on them that he doesn't see Lacrima moving in. He's angry. He's frustrated. The dreams are all he can dream about now. He always dreams when he sleeps now. Lacrima's hand gets closer and---<br /><br />He turns around and backhands Lacrima. There's a flash of light, and a clang associated with this. Something to force the vampire away as his eye twitches. Gauntlet. Gauntlet covering his hand. Gauntlet covering his hand like the dreams. Is this a dream? Is he sleeping? No.<br /><br />He swings backwards towards Lamya and Rashmi. He lets out an anguished yell of some sort as he slams downwards. Spear. Spear in his hand. Spear making a burst of light. It's intricate, a masterwork.<br /><br />Lamya has seen it before. He swings it up towards Rashmi. There's a few moments before this happens. Giving her a moment to react perhaps. More flashes of light. More armor. White. Blood red cross.<br /><br />Familiar. "I've.. I've had enough." he spits. "I've had enough and I'm finishing this now." finishing what? "Finish what I thought I started, right? That's what this is about right?" he says, looking past Rashmi towards Lamya.

:'''{{#var:206|Lamya| (206)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lamya's eyes go wide, and wider as Ryo somehow manages to pull armor out of the ether, and a lance. She clutches her chest, where that spear had peirced her before, and nearly killed her. "No," she mumbles, scrambling backwards and dripping Coka-Cola. "No, no, no!" <br /><br />This is a new emotion for her. Fear. Dragons don't get afraid. Not of knights. Not of mages, not of townfolk not of ''anything''. Dragons are the apex predator. Dragons are the masters of the world. And this dragon, for the first time in her life, feels fear course through her veins as an ancient foe stands before her. <br /><br />"Get away from me!" she yells at him. "I haven't done anything! I haven't hurt anybody! I've been a ''good'' dragon!" The hand that was clutching her heart climbs to her neck, where the collar resides. "I'm still collared! The Princess made sure I wouldn't hurt anybody ever again!"

:'''{{#var:198|Rashmi Terios| (198)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>For a Fearsome Evil Terrifying Witch, the startled squeak that blurts from Rashmi's throat is distinctly un-intimidating as she falls backwards away from the attack, Lamya firmly in tow in the hopes that the both of them avoid the sudden attacks. "Nicomachea!"<br /> <br />*bing!* &lt;&lt; SET UP &gt;&gt; comes a voice from Rashmi's ubiquitous bookbag, like a robocaller given the voice of a good-natured philosophy professor.<br /> <br />Rashmi's body is enveloped by a bright, warm yellow light that shatters, leaving her clad in her Barrier Jacket and rising to her feet, still standing in front of Lamya. Briefly, she leans to one side, to talk around the Knight In Shining Armor. "Lacchan, are you okay?"<br /> <br />Her eyes skate back to Ryo, eyebrows drawing down. "She's telling the truth, O-- George-sama. She hasn't done anything to hurt anyone. And if you're going to try to kill her now, I ''will'' stop you."

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima is smacked back by something hard and metallic. This....feels familiar. Familiar in the Poderoso memory way. Being hit by armor. There was a light. If that light was purifying, she isn't showing it, but she still needs a moment.<br /><br />When she recovers. She just screams. "NO!" she says. This isn't what she wanted. She didn't want Ryo involved. This wasn't supposed to HAPPEN.<br /><br />"LEAVE LAMYA-CHAN ALONE!" she screams out.<br /><br />"BARRIER!" is all she yells out. Rashmi should know what that means without further elaboration.

:'''{{#var:223|Ryo Okana| (223)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"...The only good dragon is a dead dragon." he starts off with. He almost makes a smile at his own quip, but he doesn't. She talks of a princess. The Princess?<br /><br />''The Princess''. "Yes I remember her. Don't worry about her. I'll find her." he says. This does not have the benevolent tone such a statement should. "I'll find ''my'' Princess." he says.<br /><br />"Fine. I'll go through you." he says as he raises the spear, plunging it forward as he steps forward. "I'll finish you. Then I'll finish that thing screaming at me." he says. "Wailing like a banshee."

:'''{{#var:206|Lamya| (206)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"NO!!" shouts the dragon Lamya, as she's jolted to her senses by her enemy's attack. She springs to her feet, growing into her war form, wings and tail bursting out from her back and claws and teeth growing into sharp weapons. With a beat of the wings she propels forward to intercept the spear at the head and jerking it away before it could pierce her friend. <br /><br /> The action comes at a cost, however, as bright red blood explodes from the dragon's palm, the magical weapon easily slicing through Lamya's thick hide. She lets go of the head of the spear and hisses in pain, shaking her hand. "She was never yours to begin with!" she shouts at the knight. "She was her own!"

:'''{{#var:198|Rashmi Terios| (198)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>*bing!* &lt;&lt; TIME-SPACE BARRIER &gt;&gt;<br /> <br />Only able to stand and clutch Nicomachea to her chest as the calculations are run and the spell is executed, Rashmi watches in horror as the spear pierces Lamya's hand. Luckily, that's about all that the park's bystanders are going to witness, as the Barrier spreads down from high above, enclosing the Park in a dome of fractally shifting green-black that shunts the magical beings half a step to the left, dimensionally speaking, and takes the normal folk well out of harm's way.<br /> <br />"Stop this already!" Rashmi cries, as a bubble of sun-colored light flickers into being around her.<br /> <br />*bing!* &lt;&lt; SOLAR SHIELD -- &gt;&gt;<br /> <br />"You stop this ''right now!''"<br /> <br />&lt;&lt; -- RED SHIFT &gt;&gt;<br /> <br />A vertical, circular ribbon of runes traced in yellow light fades into view around the shell.... Which then bursts outward, pure kinetic force 'kicking' at the transformed Ryo like a speeding truck.

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Rashmi is calling him George-sama. Lamya is trying to tank for Rashmi. She can see that spear cut her. She doesn't know what 'St. Georges' abilities are. Surely, she thinks, 'A Saint' might use purification. Positive energy. Holy energy. Right? This could be deadly for her.<br /><br />Nrg. She slips into black mist, and then reappears behind Lamya. She tries to drag her back.<br /><br />"Lamya-chan get away. Get away from him." she says. "Please...." she says.<br /><br />She's scared. She's worried. She's not going to rest well tonight.<br /><br />Rashmi fires something at St. George, she winces.

:'''{{#var:223|Ryo Okana| (223)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I disagree. He..." a pause. "I made a deal. The deal was met. I remember that much." he says as he draws the spear back. He's about to try to thrust forward again when Rashmi aims to hit him with a powerful knockback blast. He raises his hand.<br /><br />A shield appears. It's translucent and shining white, he grunts and with a yell... sends it flying away. He moves maybe a foot backwards. This wasn't the large push she wanted.<br /><br />"Witch, you'll get yours soon enough." he says. This is when he narrows his eyes. Feelings of disgust fade and something more tactical takes control. One witch. One dragon. One vampire. One of him.<br /><br />He won't win this in the long run. He'd tire himself out and maybe get hurt. Or worse...<br /><br />Dent his shining armor. "This isn't over. Creatures." he says.<br /><br />Then he's making a quick dash. He becomes basically a white and red blur almost as he heads off into the woods along where the group chose to met.<br /><br />He is not running away. He is making a tactical retreat.

:'''{{#var:206|Lamya| (206)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lamya takes a few steps in the direction of the fleeing St. George, fully intent on persuing him, but there's a part of her, the human part that wasn't there two thousand years ago, that tells her to look at her friends. She stops and turns and sees them. Sees the worry on their faces. Not just for her but for the fleeing knight as well. <br /><br />She walks back to the pair, blood slowly dripping out of a clenched fist. "I am glad you are not hurt, Rashmi."

:'''{{#var:198|Rashmi Terios| (198)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>The edge of the Barrier is quite permeable, even if that leaves St. George stumbling back into the real world on a sidewalk in front of a KFC. What happens from there is his own lookout, for at the moment Rashmi has more pressing matters on her mind.<br /> <br />Taking hold of Lamya's injured wrist, Rashmi looks ''deeply'' concerned as she examines the wound, then back up at Lacrima.<br /> <br />*bing!* &lt;&lt; HEALING LIGHT &gt;&gt;<br /> <br />A warm yellow light shines up from beneath Mage and dragon, dulling the pain of the spear-wound, and turning the bleeding sluggish and likelier to cease soon. It's not ''proper'' healing, but it was only ever a spell for a battlefield rally. "Lacchan... I'm sorry I couldn't stop it from happening..."

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima says nothing. She's just clenching her damn hands. Digging nails into her palm, hard enough to start leaking black ichor from there. She has her back turned. But the anger and frustration is near palpable levels.<br /><br />"It...it isn't fair, I've had enough!" she says shakily. "Is it not enough to take my body from me. And steal my positive emotions. And ruin my life!?" who the hell is she talking to. "That you need to ruin my family's life like this even more!?" she says.<br /><br />She doesn't turn around to answer Rashmi. "I'm going to the manor." she says quietly.<br /><br />She'll just disappear into black mist, into the Dusk Zone.<br /><br />No she isn't okay. That much is clear.

:'''{{#var:206|Lamya| (206)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lamya begins to protest when Rashmi takes her wounded hand. "I'm okay. It's only a flesh wo--" She stops herself when Lacrima curses the life that has been thust upon her, and watches her, worried. By the time she disappears, her hand has been tended to and she takes it back, all but forgotten. <br /><br />"I want to be a good friend to her," she tells Rashmi. "But I've never been a friend to anyone before. Dragons don't make friends." She takes a breath, and her form relaxes into the school aged guise she usually wears when outside. "Nothing makes sense anymore and I don't know what to do."

:'''{{#var:198|Rashmi Terios| (198)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Rashmi stares after Lacrima for a moment, but her attention is pulled back to Lamya. Her eyes soften at the dragon's admission, and she pulls the smaller girl into a hug. "It's okay," she says gently. "Most people don't either, we just try to do the best we can. I've got some work to do now, why don't you go back to the house and see if she wouldn't mind some company? I'll try and get ahold of her girlfriend, see if she can help."
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