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 Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 6:22 pm
As Antisana had promised, his home was not far from where they'd found trouble at the hands of some putrid wraith-like chicken. Less than a mile, but the meager distance didn't make the trek through the overgrown woods any easier on his injury, and though the alien boy had managed to walk, Indra expected he, too, was ready for somewhere to sit and recover after the bizarre fight.
Most of the area immediately surrounding his cabin was kept in a backwoods-style of order. He didn't have a proper yard with freshly mowed green grass, but it was still easier to traverse than the forest they had just crawled out of. Surrounded by trees on every side, with only a gravel driveway marking the path back to the road. Indra had explicitly chosen an out-of-the-way place. Somewhere most people wouldn't see or be drawn to. If his curse summoned youma here, no one else would be endangered because of it.
...Except this boy right now.
Indra opened his front door into a small, but clean (in no small part to his obsessive tendencies) living room. Wood floors, wood walls, wood ceiling. Stone fireplace. A modest couch was the center of the room, with a small recliner to one side, and a television mounted over the mantle.
The kitchen was immediately visible from the doorway, hardly constituting a separate room.
Indra waved for his new friend to find a seat on the couch if it pleased him, while he stepped toward the kitchen sink to fetch a rag, soap, and water to clean up what he insisted was a mild injury. Surely neutralizing that creature's putrid toxins would be the most crucial thing to deal with. With everything he needed to do just that, Indra made his way over to the couch, kicking off his pants before finding a seat and setting his focus on the small gash in his leg.
Though his eyes stayed downcast and voice quiet, he still made sure the deer-boy heard him: "I never caught your name."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 6:35 pm
When the forest parted to reveal a home and grass that seemed to be tame and not left to grow everywhere, Feronia found himself surprised by how much it reminded him of things back home. Even as they shuffled inside, he looked around slowly as he held his hands together over his chest. It wouldn't be right to touch anything or invade more than they'd allowed him to; he had to be a good guest, even though his appearance had caused them physical harm. Taking a seat where directed, he pulled his legs up and sat with his hands in his lap as he found himself lost in all the foreign things here. The seat itself was softer than anything he'd seen back home aside from some of the creatures they made fabric from. Looking over as they spoke up, his ears perked up to hear their quiet question. "Oh... my name? Feronia or... well, Basil of the Vinemoss. What should I call you?" His voice trailed off as he looked down at the gash they were cleaning up. Would they have gotten into less trouble if they hadn't had to worry about him? It left him sitting there fidgeting with his hands slightly, his tail twitching as his nervousness picked up.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2025 2:55 pm
“Mm. I thought it would sound more alien,” he admitted.
But perhaps he shouldn’t have. Every Senshi he’d ever come in contact with had spoken English, no matter whether they were born on Earth or not. Maybe a familiar name wasn’t unexpected. “I am Indra.” And because he wasn’t sure what Basil’s familiarity was with the cosmic powers on Earth, he added, “I am a Squire of Pluto.”
For a moment, Indra allowed the full of his attention to settle on the gash down his thigh, caused from the creature’s diving beak. It was ugly and jagged as such wild lacerations tended to be. A hospital would probably advise to stitch it if he went, but… That seemed tedious… Unnecessary. It would heal fine without, though probably stay just as ugly. With a resigned little huff, he blotted his mildly soapy rag against the wound.
“I wish I had a better idea of what that creature was. Unfortunately, it was a sort of monstrosity that I am unfamiliar with.” Which was a shame, considering how many other monstrosities Destiny City had to deal with… “What a pain…”
He finished cleaning the gash, gently toweled it dry, and secured two butterfly bandages to keep it together. Indra was hardly a medic and his first aid ability wasn’t up to the level of others involved in this war- though it probably should be for as often as he was attacked.
With that done, he turned back to Basil, slate eyes lingering on his large, vibrant ears. “I don’t get the impression that you’ve been here long.” Not long enough to be situated and adjusted to Earth. “Is there someone I can call to pick you up and take you home?”
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2025 7:20 pm
The fact that his name might not sound alien to the other made him feel a bit better about things, considering he wouldn't have to change it while he was here to fit in better. Listening to their name, and presumably what their title was, Basil was a little confused by the title of squire, but it was just another new thing to experience on this planet. Though when the other worked on their wound, he felt himself growing slightly queasy while looking at it. It looked like it should be tended to by a healer or what might be the equivalent here on Earth, but after a while, they seemed to have gotten it mostly managed. Looking up sharply, he felt a little nervous at the mention of other monstrosities. "Is this planet plagued with more of those things? Are they not part of the flora and fauna here?" And with Indra's attention back on him, his ears twitched slightly. "Just a few moments, I met someone before you that provided me food and advice, but they sent me on my way after."
This left him in an odd spot as a guest in this world, one that he had no real knowledge of and apparently stood out in. "I'm not sure how to get home... I need to get back to fix things..." Even though he wasn't sure how to just yet with the notes all marred and faded by time and dirt.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2025 7:12 pm
"Hm..." Was Earth plagued by more of those creatures? It wasn't anything Indra had seen before, provided it wasn't just- some auraless Youma (which he didn't think it was, for the record). "Well, this is the only one I have come into contact with," he admitted. "But that isn't to say there couldn't be others... At the very least, I expect they should be an uncommon sight." And Basil must've just been unlucky for it to have found him. Indra still wasn't entirely convinced it wasn't a space monster that had accidentally traveled with Feronia, and the Senshi was deflecting to not be in trouble.
But that was just his paranoia talking, and he should probably not voice it out loud.
"Unfortunately, there are other monsters, more common and of variable danger. You should be able to feel them while you are powered up, unlike the one we just faced."
Satisfied with the work he'd done, he sat back against the couch, sighing softly. Indra's head tipped, regarding the boy curiously at the squicked expression on his face. "Does blood make you queasy? Were there not many battles on your world? Whatever it is you need to face, you have landed in good company. There are many fierce combatants on Earth, who will fight Chaos in any form it takes. If you were looking for help, that is."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2025 8:51 pm
At first, he was relieved that the creature wasn't common, but the fact that someone who lived on this planet didn't know much about it left him just the slightest bit worried. Perking up at the mention of other monsters, he looked out one of the windows as he fretted and moved slightly from where he'd been sitting. "They're not going to come here, though?" Because if he wasn't powered up now, how would he know otherwise? Hearing the sigh, he turned back to look at them. The mention of chaos and battle left him shrinking in on himself slightly. None of that sounded right at all. "No... no battles. I just need to redo the ritual. I'm not sure what happened... I need to figure out how to do it right this time." But it had been a ritual requiring all the members of the Vinemoss to be present... How would he do that now? Thinking of the mention of battles, he shook his head again. "No, never battles, the harvest was the main concern, and I worked with the others to do what needed to be done to make sure the harvest was enough for everyone." Everything he'd done had always been at the direction of the Vinemoss, so now he felt lost as he tried to think what to do next.
"Maybe I need help, but I'm not sure." Speaking hesitantly as he pulled his knees up to rest his chin on. "I need to go back and try to find more of the tomes."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2025 3:31 pm
It occurred to him, briefly, to lie...'They won't come here. It's safe.' Because there seemed little benefit in scaring a Senshi newly arrived on this planet, and Indra could sense if something did come around, and it would just be more convenient to bring it up if it happened, instead of starting out with it. But the thought was gone quickly. It was better to be prepared than to try and spare him.
"Well, they may come here. Have come here previously," Indra admitted instead. He would like to say that it was an uncommon occurrence, but that, too, would be a lie. The only reason he had decided to live somewhere more remote was because of the creatures. "Not every day, but often enough. There is... some sort of curse on me from a fight several years ago. The monsters- Youma- are always looking for me." So Indra's home, or maybe even this entire planet, was probably not a great place to land for someone who had experienced 'no battles.'
Indra's expression was mildly apologetic as he gazed at Basil. "I'm afraid you'll find that here, people in our position," Literally anyone with powers, "Will have battles to face."
He stood, testing his weight a bit on his leg, and finding it good enough, started to ferry the things he'd used to patch himself up back to where they belonged. Used wrags and wraps in a hamper just off the kitchen, disinfectants and bandages back in the cupboard. All easily accessible. Indra used them often enough. "But there are others, more than you'd think," he continued from the kitchen. "Other Senshi, other Knights like me, who will help you acclimate, keep you safe, come to your aid if you require it. We have cleared Chaos from dozens of worlds, from Senshi who came here like you have."
He couldn't say anything of what rituals or tomes aliens participated in, but if Basil needed something from someone for those things, surely he would just ask.
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