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Senshi Name: Sailor Solaris
Civilian Name: Misae La Fleur
Senshi Of: Wave energy
Member Since: 5-Oct-17

“You sure you’re going to be okay?”

Misae rolled her eyes, and huffed. “Yes, Dré! I’ll be fine. You act like this is the first time I’ve been alone!”

André sighed softly: so softly, in fact, that it wasn’t audible. “Do not roll your eyes at me.”

“How do you…?”

"I have my ways. And I'm sorry, Mon Petit Soleil. I just worry that something will happen while I'm on a road trip. They have not attacked in a while, you know?”

“André Phillipe. I’m fine. I’m going to BE fine.” She started fiddling with the ring on her left hand. “The Golden Soldier and The Silver Soldier haven’t attacked since we graduated.

“You got a game tomorrow. You should get some sleep.”

“You have an eight o’clock class, Misae. You should get some sleep, also.”

In her head, Misae could almost see the smirk on André’s face, and the way his dark brown eyes narrowed when he was being just as obstinate as she was. “Fine. I’ll call you after class.”

“Okay. I love you, Misae.”

“I love you too, Dré.”

After they hung up, Misae stared at the jersey hanging up on her wall. It was her jersey from her first season in Youngstown. She knew things would be different when she went down there. She didn’t know exactly how much her life WOULD change. It started with her first game.

Not like she was ever going to admit it, of course, but Misae was putting more pressure on herself than any of her teammates. She was one of the first females to play in the USHL. She was determined to show that girls could play major junior hockey, and play it well.

“Théodore,” she yelled, “heads up!”

The young man in front of her pounded his goalie stick to the ice once, signaling that he was ready. After that, she started to scan the ice, looking for an open teammate. She didn’t have much time: there was a Lincoln player flying towards her at full force, preparing to slam her hard in to the boards. However, one of her teammates had just gotten free, and was starting to skate towards them.

“Gauche!”

“You’re lucky I know what the means, Goalie,” Misae muttered under her breath. She’d also spied the open teammate, and sailed the puck to him. Expecting the opponent to slam in to her hard, she braced impact.

Instead, the opposing player stopped dead. He turned pale, gulped, and skated the other way completely.

“I didn’t think I was that scary.” It was only when she tilted her head that she saw why the opposing player ran. The reflection showed a human-sized piece of popcorn, and it was starting to tear the other end of the ice apart.

A sane person would start running away from a giant sized, animate popcorn kernel with large teeth. In fact, that’s what pretty much everyone else did. Misae, however, started skating as fast as she could towards it, holding her stick like a bat. “HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY GAME!” Halfway down the ice, she felt something akin to a warm breeze. The moment she stopped, she noticed that she was no longer in her hockey uniform, but her sailor fuku, and her stick turned in to the Solar Flail.

It had been an interesting three years since the first attack. It was hard balancing being an average teenager, playing hockey in a major junior hockey league, AND trying to defend Youngstown (and by proxy, the world) from being destroyed. Somehow, she managed to do it, and keep her sanity. Of course, it helped that she had friends who understood what she was going through, and teammates that didn’t question why they seemed to disappear at the same time. The only thing she understood was something about glamor spells. And, of course, there was Dre.

But, Dre had been right. It had been quiet. Maybe even too quiet. But there was no way she was going to say anything, though. Maybe everything was finally over, and she could go back to being somewhat normal. She doubted, though, that things were ever going to be normal.

Description
Senshi Name: Sailor Solaris
Civilian Name: Misae La Fleur
Senshi Of: Wave energy
Member Since: 5-Oct-17

“You sure you’re going to be okay?”

Misae rolled her eyes, and huffed. “Yes, Dré! I’ll be fine. You act like this is the first time I’ve been alone!”

André sighed softly: so softly, in fact, that it wasn’t audible. “Do not roll your eyes at me.”

“How do you…?”

"I have my ways. And I'm sorry, Mon Petit Soleil. I just worry that something will happen while I'm on a road trip. They have not attacked in a while, you know?”

“André Phillipe. I’m fine. I’m going to BE fine.” She started fiddling with the ring on her left hand. “The Golden Soldier and The Silver Soldier haven’t attacked since we graduated.

“You got a game tomorrow. You should get some sleep.”

“You have an eight o’clock class, Misae. You should get some sleep, also.”

In her head, Misae could almost see the smirk on André’s face, and the way his dark brown eyes narrowed when he was being just as obstinate as she was. “Fine. I’ll call you after class.”

“Okay. I love you, Misae.”

“I love you too, Dré.”

After they hung up, Misae stared at the jersey hanging up on her wall. It was her jersey from her first season in Youngstown. She knew things would be different when she went down there. She didn’t know exactly how much her life WOULD change. It started with her first game.

Not like she was ever going to admit it, of course, but Misae was putting more pressure on herself than any of her teammates. She was one of the first females to play in the USHL. She was determined to show that girls could play major junior hockey, and play it well.

“Théodore,” she yelled, “heads up!”

The young man in front of her pounded his goalie stick to the ice once, signaling that he was ready. After that, she started to scan the ice, looking for an open teammate. She didn’t have much time: there was a Lincoln player flying towards her at full force, preparing to slam her hard in to the boards. However, one of her teammates had just gotten free, and was starting to skate towards them.

“Gauche!”

“You’re lucky I know what the means, Goalie,” Misae muttered under her breath. She’d also spied the open teammate, and sailed the puck to him. Expecting the opponent to slam in to her hard, she braced impact.

Instead, the opposing player stopped dead. He turned pale, gulped, and skated the other way completely.

“I didn’t think I was that scary.” It was only when she tilted her head that she saw why the opposing player ran. The reflection showed a human-sized piece of popcorn, and it was starting to tear the other end of the ice apart.

A sane person would start running away from a giant sized, animate popcorn kernel with large teeth. In fact, that’s what pretty much everyone else did. Misae, however, started skating as fast as she could towards it, holding her stick like a bat. “HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY GAME!” Halfway down the ice, she felt something akin to a warm breeze. The moment she stopped, she noticed that she was no longer in her hockey uniform, but her sailor fuku, and her stick turned in to the Solar Flail.

It had been an interesting three years since the first attack. It was hard balancing being an average teenager, playing hockey in a major junior hockey league, AND trying to defend Youngstown (and by proxy, the world) from being destroyed. Somehow, she managed to do it, and keep her sanity. Of course, it helped that she had friends who understood what she was going through, and teammates that didn’t question why they seemed to disappear at the same time. The only thing she understood was something about glamor spells. And, of course, there was Dre.

But, Dre had been right. It had been quiet. Maybe even too quiet. But there was no way she was going to say anything, though. Maybe everything was finally over, and she could go back to being somewhat normal. She doubted, though, that things were ever going to be normal.