As he should’ve been! Lovas was aghast. Never in his uncommonly long existence had he been told to hide- well, almost anything about himself. Not that he was an alien when he visited other worlds, and not that he was a Senshi, either. His appearance was far too beautiful to keep hidden away, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. But despite how many Senshi and various Others were on this planet, it was still frowned upon to be… different. He’d begrudgingly accepted that he couldn’t be powered up always. His aura would attract enemies to his friends’ residence.
But he couldn’t even be regular, not-powered-up Lovas with any regularity.
…What was the not-powered name he’d picked, again? Igr- Idir- Whatever. Irrelevant. It would come back to him later.
Still, it didn’t please him that he could only be himself very, disturbingly sparingly. He would play by this world’s nonsense rules for now because he wouldn’t be putting up with them forever- eventually he would go home, and he could do what he wanted, then.
At the moment, when it was dark, and there weren’t ‘that many people’ around, that was when he could be Lovas. He patrolled for Chaos nightly, anyway, and as long as he was doing that… He’d still been cautioned against ‘making a spectacle,’ but when had he ever?! He was totally reasonable and sensible and he’d lived through strife much more severe than anything Earth could throw at him.
So even though he was being ‘cautious,’ Lovas still ambled with a certain unhurried, unbothered gait, letting his gaze wander slowly over things he’d never seen before, taking in the ambiance of a cold winter night.
On one such walk, he felt the gentle lure of an aura not dissimilar to his own, a Senshi, and not one under Chaos’ spell. Lovas moved toward it, though he didn’t… actually see the aura’s source despite how close he thought he was? Some trap, or-? Oh. No. It was from that body on the ground, half obscured by the long grasses of a nearby pond.
Ah… This one must be passed already, the aura a remnant of a starseed waiting to make its journey to the Cauldron. Well, this was hardly any place for an unguarded soul to rest- he would stand guard and make sure nothing untoward came around until the starseed continued its journey. Lovas ambled near, craning his neck out to peer down at the- Oh, not a human- And Oh! Not dead, either!
A scruffle of movement had Lovas jumping with a little startle, and his head canted, a wide, fanged smile fixing itself to his face. “Ah, I saw a body in the grass and assumed the worst, but how fortuitous! You’re not dead!”
Just an alien, enjoying the Wonders of this planet. …Or, something like that.
“And not hurt, either? Yes?”
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