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“I wonder what the rift looks like,” Hypatia mused idly. She had no expectation of ever actually seeing such a thing, though. "And how buildings got there in the first place..."

She moved in closer at his motion, and gave him a conspiratorial grin, “Are you gonna tell me they like the smell of raspberries or something?” Honestly, she was interested, and her expression showed as much, but that struck her as the best response in the moment.

"Bars?" she asked, not doing a very good job of hiding her incredulity. "You've gotta be ******** with me. I mean," she looked in the direction of the strange Youma as it nosed around. "How could they even?"

"Sounds like hell of a drink, though. Don't think I'll try it."

"So...some Youma are more like people?" she asked. "I guess they'd need to if they're making towns and drinking booze...but still. I've mostly just seen, erm...animals like that one." She gestured once again.

"Resistance?" Hypatia responded, a bit startled by that choice of words. "Against...us? But, huh? What?" She shook her head. "Things going on for thousands of years is frankly mind boggling. It's nuts that any of that matters still. And if they," she gestured toward the youma again, "are the Earth Resistance, or whatever, haven't they...you know, won by now? Senshis are a scattered mess."

"Okay," Hypatia responded with a sigh. "Kids from a thousand years ago I would, you know, expect to be dead for almost a thousand years. Granted, all this," she gestured to her outfit, "is a bit stranger than sensibility."

"But let's make something clear here: What ever wild reincarnation thing may be the case, I'm not some millennia old invader looking to take over the earth. I was born here. And I power up to keep things like that," she gestured again, "and crazy people, from killing people."

Hypatia was gathering her thoughts to suggest trying to do something more…permanent about the Youma. Help them not be chaotic balls of hate somehow? But before she could figure out how to best bring up that topic, Gev was up and talking about the healing power.

“Wait, what?” was all she had said before there was a CRASH and glass came raining down. She hopped up and breathed out, “s**t, what?”

A glance up told her what he’d done, and she frowned ever so slightly. “I’m sure you could have managed something like that without breaking some plebe’s window,” she admonished.

“That’s..true,” she acknowledged reluctantly, looking back up at the window. It was probably not actually somebody’s apartment, but you never knew.

Hypatia eyed the piece of glass Gev carried with furrowed brows. “I haven’t done too much testing of it, but I know it can fix minor things without problems.” She shrugged. “If I had to guess, I’d say it would have trouble with a slit throat.”

Her eyes widened slightly at the arm cutting, although she was somewhat expecting it, so didn’t really react…and then he jabbed his leg. “Jeez,” she breathed out, then sighed. “You’re nuts, you know that?”

Still, she did as requested, and put her hands together then pulled them apart, now with a gently glowing ball of water between them. She held it in one hand and took his arm without bothering to ask. After a brief second’s consideration, she pressed the sphere against his upper arm, allowing the ball to deform and then encompass it with a small plop.



She held it there for a moment, allowing the warmth to spread into Gev’s arm, then she slid it down gradually. As the light cuts on the upper arm came out of the water…they were gone. She held the ball on the deeper cuts for the remainder of the time her magic orb could exist—about 30 seconds.



Those cuts looked like nasty welts. “Okay, now the hard bit,” she muttered, looking down at the bloody spot on the leg.