don't forget.

Let’s get the ball rolling with our first prompt memes! Interacting with your fellow group members is one of our top priorities here at MP; it’s a simple and fun way to break the ice and start interacting with your fellow members so give it a try!

"It’s probably harmless." "I’d leave you for dead." "You just have to trust me!" "Where’d you get that bruise?" "You’re just as revolting as I remember." "I don’t need to be saved." "I am so confused." "I may not be a genius, but I’m smart enough to figure that out." "Did you think I was joking?" "You’re bleeding." “I have a tendency of getting very physical.” “I have no choice.” “I think I should go” “I won’t say goodbye anymore.” “There’s nothing left to say to you.” “Think again my friend.” “This is not goodbye.” “You come anytime you want.” “You make me wonder why I’m even here.”  "Just what did we do last night?" "This stays between us." "Truth hurts, don’t it?"  "What do I get if I win?"  "Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it." 

“… What a charmed life you must lead or perhaps ignorant. The truth is cruel.” A huff. 

“Would you prefer I lie? Would you prefer I sugar coat it? Only so you can be unprepared for the reality and then come back and call me a liar? I’d rather the words be called cruel than me being called a liar.” How else could she explain?

All traces of friendliness and concern evaporate from her voice.

The question is not met with surprise.

She shakes head head, tucking a stubborn lock behind her ear and smiling. It... was hard. It was, she couldn't lie about that. It wasn't her world, it was his -- but worlds were meant to be shared. No world belonged to just one person, just as no heart belonged to it's owner alone.

They were all connected.

"It's... a little hard, sometimes," she admits, but the smile doesn't fade. "Sometimes I see people he knows... and I want to call out to them, but I can't. I think... sometimes, they might even recognize him sometimes, when they see... when they see his face."

Not her face.

"But being there is wonderful, Namine. They aren't just his shores, or their shores. Those beaches, those trees and caves, they belong to everyone who goes there... and everyone who remembers them."

She rakes her fingers through her hair, trying and failing to get that wayward lock to stay put.

          Naturally it fell on him to deal with the situation and hopefully to dispatch whatever monster was currently trying to destroy their fair city before the girls would be needed. Already he was conveniently five blocks away when it happens, and all it takes is a quick transformation followed by a mad dash across the rooftops before he’s on the scene. 

     The hulking behemoth is larger than the average abomination that tended to plague Tokyo and he knows he’s in over his head when it takes a swing at something and its massive arm crashes through a skyscraper as though it were nothing. Debris rains down on the streets as civilians scatter away, their screams and panic only adding to the chaos. He manages shove a young girl out of the way of a falling piece of concrete, but he’s just one man and there are too many people here to protect and a monster that’s out of his league. 

          His mind’s already trying to work out a solution when he realizes that the monster’s flailing isn’t so mindless after all. Something had its attention or someone – for a moment he thinks that one of the senshi had managed to arrive before he did until he spots the source of the monster’s irritation. A young… person, a boy? Girl? He’s not quite sure, but they were certainly super human in their reflexes that even a fifty foot drop didn’t seem to faze them. 

     “Hey!” He rushes across the street, picking his way over the wreckage to the stranger’s side. His gaze flicks to the odd weapon they hold, some sort of oversized key, but his attention is dragged back to the monster as a shadow falls over both of them. Realization hits him quickly and he picks up the kid (a boy? a girl?) and leaps away from the oversized hand that smashes into the pavement. 

“It’s called a heartless,” she says, and there isn’t time to explain more than that. The longer it rampages, the worse off these people are going to be. “And unless we defeat it soon this whole world is going to be in trouble.”

She tilted her head back, staring up a the creature’s face.  Slowly, a plan was beginning to form. If she could just get up there without having to deal with it’s flailing arms, she could destroy it. It would be as easy as that... well, easily said, not so easily done.