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Quirking his lips, Halle didn't explain that the real menaces with puzzles were their past selves. He'd find out if he joined enough of those clearing endeavors.

"Show up and they'll know," he shrugged. "There's teams and like..."

He was a little less sure here, because knew of them, but the details about them were a lot more vague. No mechanics, no rules, just vibes. "There's senshi courts and knight brigades. They have special powers, regarding special purifications? Like if a youma or something is getting purified, it takes more than just a royal." A sigh, "They're closer groups that work together. I've never been in one, so you'll have to try someone else. I heard..."

He looked to the side, a little awkwardly, "Uh. Princess Lysithea might know more? She has a court." He didn't add that he'd heard about it second hand, and in a description of a failed purification.

Looking up, and a little further up because Blarney was kind of obnoxiously tall the closer they stood, Halle answered, "No. I don't think everyone I know will be fine with putting aside their immediate goals and concerns for a nebulous idea of doing some things you feel could be better."

After a moment, he added, "So take the time to learn and make informed plans. I'm willing to help, but before you start asking people to make our ideas real, we need to respect their time and energy."

Honestly, Halle was fairly certain the biggest hurdle wasn't the immediate organization and willingness to join together to do a few things. It was creating something sustainable that was the issue.

There was no point in giving Lysithea that kind of awe, but Halle wasn't about to get into that. Besides the following demand made Halle want to laugh and then cry and then maybe choke Blarney with his bare hands. Just a little. As a treat.

But still, he folded like a letter and pulled out the notebook and pen once more. Even if it was accompanied by loud, periodic sighs.




Tearing out the page and shoving it at Blarney, Halle began to turn away. "Try this, I'm running away before you draw up adoption papers or something." He sounded a little cranky, but couldn't hide the smile that accompanied his horrible tone. There was something extremely, he couldn't put a word on it, more meaningful than just nice and maybe a bit sadder than satisfying. It was, maybe, a chance to retry something that hadn't gone well. That had failed spectacularly before.