It's a gorgeous sunny, warm Friday afternoon. School is out already, people are enjoying the park again, the birds are singing, the trees are rustling in a gentle breeze. It is basically your general perfect early summer afternoon before what promises to be a glorious weekend.
Naru was settled on a park bench, enjoying the afternoon and then things got a little.. odd. Now, Naru is crouched next to the park bench, searching under and around and near it, trying to find... something. Her schoolbag is sitting next to the bench, her sketchbook sits upon the bench, the edges all wobbly from a soaking. Naru looks cross. Irritated even. Mussed, certainly.
The news has briefly mentioned it, scientists around Tokyo have confirmed it, but all that a girl sitting in the park has to do is look around to see it with her own eyes. Lilium stellaris -- the lily of the stars -- has blanketed the rolling gardens in pink, hiding all signs of wilting and decay beneath its glossy petals.
Fiore can see everything perfectly through their eyes, even from his asteroid home. He could leave this task to his flowers, if he chose to...but he does not. After all, this is no clinical energy extraction -- he has energy enough now, and no shortage of it incoming from the Xenians already planted.
No. This is entirely personal. Sailor Moon must know that, were it not for her, this friend of hers would still be alive.
With a turn of his cloak, the alien has vanished. And on Earth, the Xenians react to his will.
From the magenta-dotted bushes surrounding the bench shoot great, ropey vines covered every inch in thorns, faster than any human could barely hope to dodge even with warning. They grasp at wrist, ankle, waist -- anything they can reach on poor Naru, wrenching her from the ground and into the air on contact, where yet more vines snake around her and knot together, holding her fast.
It's a hideous coccoon of a prison, and its master appears only when it's complete, hovering silently several feet away.
The irritation of not finding what Naru was looking for is shifted only a smidge when she is suddenly grabbed. Again. Grabbed AGAIN.
"Not a good time!" Naru snaps ineffectually at the vines, trying to dodge back out of their grasp. She stumbles a little, losing her balance and really only succeeding in tangling herself up all the more as she is surrounded and held fast. "Let me go!" Naru protests, her voice carrying as it raises not in fear, but in cranky.
Kicking and struggling, it's hard to say if its better or worse that she's conscious this time.
Fiore lets Naru struggle for a while longer, her protests met with no change in expression. It would be easy to say he looked bored, even, were it not for the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. Yes, the Xenians have done their job nicely indeed, and as he surveys the completed spire of vines, he finds no way she could possibly worm her way out.
At least, not without skewering herself on the thorns.
"I'm afraid," Fiore says at last, "your convenience is the least of my concerns." And he sounds just as irritated as she, if not more so, now that he's had enough time to let her reaction sink in. As far as he knows, this girl is entirely mortal, no powers or magic to speak of -- and yet she is *cranky* to be ambushed by him? Not screaming and begging for her life, as she rightfully should be? As he *expected* her to?
That merits a punishment.
The thorns pressed against Naru's skin sharpen enough to draw blood, and with a sickly kind of glow, the vines begin to drain away the essence of life within her -- slowly, so that she can feel herself become too weak to scream, too weak to hold her eyes open. Too weak to breathe.
"Enjoy these moments while you can," he says, not bothering to conceal the gloating pride in his voice. "They will be your last."
No screaming, no begging, no expressions of horror, and terror and fear. Naru actually looks past Fiore as something catches her eye and she struggles in an attempt to point. "Oh! Hey! There's my pencil!"
The delight at finding her favourite pencil is shortlived. "OW!" Naru protests as she gets poked with thorns.
The verbal fight isn't matched with much of a physical fight out of the already tired Naru. She flails more than actually effectively struggles, and even that is disconcertingly short lived before she's fairly limp in the vines and upon the thorns.
Is that a vein twitching on Fiore's forehead as the mortal girl comments on finding her pencil instead of begging for her life? Surely not.
Though green lightning does flash along the cruel vines, an added reminder of her predicament that he hopes will remind her of her imminent demise.
"No, no, you don't get to die yet," he says as her skin pales and her body goes limp, emptied of energy even faster than he could have anticipated. "You have to know exactly why I'm killing you first. You have to know just how easily this could have been avoided. You have to know who to blame."
With a twist of his smile, he sends another flash of lightning through her prison to rouse her -- though he begrudgingly slows down the drain to a slow trickle. That went by far too quickly, even for a mortal, and he can't risk her slipping away while he still has his final blow to deliver.
"If you hadn't fallen in with Sailor Moon and these damnable Senshi, none of this would be happening to you," he says, his voice low, chilled by deadly self-satisfaction. "She took my most precious friend away from me, so I am taking hers away. All of them." The thorns closest to her neck sharpen, pressing at her throat like dozens of spears. "One. By. One."
"Burning Mandala!"
From the branches of a nearby tree, rings of fire fly through the park, dipping low to scorch through the alien flowers that have invaded the area, and rising up to throw themselves against the cocoon of vines that imprisons Naru.
"Stop right there!" Mars's voice is unmistakable and loud. She's standing in the branches of a nearby tree, looking down. "You can't hold onto your own friendships, so you want to take someone else's friend away? Inexcusable! In the name of Mars, I'll chastise you!"
Then, suddenly, Mars jumps to the ground and is running, fist raised and ablaze, her anger burning fiercely at Fiore. She actually didn't hear him mention Sailor Moon, but she guessed it well enough from the fact that it was Naru, of all people, being attacked.
Not that Naru doesn't just get attacked sometimes.
She closes in on Fiore, swinging her burning fist at his cheek.
Asclepius would have a quip about that being a hilarously long list- but he didn't quite catch that statement as he teleports into existence in a purple flash not too far off from Naru. Why is he here? Probably for the same reason Mars is. He looks over to Naru and notices her predicament of 'being caught up in thorny planted vines. He frowns a bit. He's not a gardner.
But he is holding a very big stick with a snake wrapped around it. "Just a moment." he says, worriedly- as his eyes trace over to Mars. Yeah. Let her deal with lighting plants and the space elf on fire.
He raises his staff as the tip glows purple and he attempts to slice it downwards, hoping the energy is enough to begin cutting Naru free.
"Are you awake, Naru!?" he asks, as he worried does his best- which is, as usual, the most he can do!
It's a darn good pencil! Bought special at the art store, and just used for the first time today!
Naru jerks like a puppet whose strings have just been yanked as the zap of lightning rouses her, or attempts to at least. Naru is just limp in the painfully thorny cocoon holding her in the air and the feel of a the thorns around her neck make Naru squirm a little, not making things any better, really.
It's not a wholely coherent answer to Asclepius, not exactly, a mumbled sort of non-reply. Naru is mostly conscious, far less so than she should be, by rights, for not having been drained all that much. Yet.
The first rush of shadows is a little distance away, in a sheltered place. Kunzite hunted in this part often enough to know where such things are. He wasn't expecting to be coming in to a fight; he was expecting to be coming to answer questions. But 'not expecting' by his standards means a lot less than by other people's. And there was a flash of green lightning --
It takes long seconds for him to cross the rest of the distance. He lands on his feet by Asclepius and Naru, his hands half-lifted in a gesture Fiore knows by now. Incipient shielding --
-- no. He can't shield her. There isn't space to set the shield in. And there are thorns at her throat already.
He lets go the attempt to protect all three of them, instead wrapping hands with care around that most dangerous vine, setting himself and pulling. Trying to give Asclepius enough slack to cut that one, or at least to give Naru enough space to buy him a second or two to work. "Fiore." His voice is not quite a snarl. "No-one is taking him away from you. You know that. Remember."
He was hoping he could do this quickly, effortlessly, and -- if such a thing were even possible -- quietly. The civillians of this world disperse obediently enough when he needs his privacy, driven either by self-preservation or the Earth's bizarre need to keep magic hidden away. If only the Senshi would be so kind.
But the Xenian blossoming has sharpened his senses, granted him powers he could only dream of before. It will take more than an attempted ambush if Sailor Mars wants to defeat him now.
(The flowers in the park don't share that same blessing. The rings of condensed fire both shred and set them aflame, and a noxious green gas wafts up from their remains, making the very act of breathing too close to them caustic.)
Fiore dodges Mars's flaming fist at the last possible moment, flickering to the side in what must have been some kind of teleportation, then swings his foot around to hopefully propel her out of the air and into something very painful. Like the pavement below -- or, better yet, a host of his flowers.
His eyes catch Kunzite as he raises his hands to cast his familiar magic, and he tenses reflexively, readying magic beneath his skin to burst through any attempted shielding. But then, without explanation, he leaps over to Naru in her prison, where another man he hasn't yet encountered is trying to hack through his handiwork.
"Remember what?" Fiore says flatly, letting the two of them struggle with the iron-like grip of the vines for a moment. "That Mamoru was my best friend, and when I came back, he'd forgotten all about me? For some wretched *girl*?"
Asclepius's staff chips into the vines, exposing chinks in their armor to the softer flesh beneath, but they do not yet budge.
The kick lands in Mars's stomach, and she's sent downwards into a bed of Xenian blooms. Her back smacks against the dirt, which itself hurts, but the real threat is in the way the blossoms start draining all of her energy. Her limbs get heavy, it's hard to move, but Mars is nothing if not tenacious.
"Fire... SOUL!"
Immediately the area around her is on fire, burning away the energy-hungry plants and freeing her from their embrace. She slowly works her way up to her feet, and looks up at Fiore. "He was more than willing to be your friend until you started attacking the woman he loves. Can't you see you're being tricked? The only false friends around here are your stupid flowers!"
Asclepius and Kunzite seem to be tending to Naru, which is a good thing because Mars trying to help would probably result in Naru being set on fire. So instead she aims her palm upwards and starts firing basketball-sized fireballs at Fiore. "It's not too late for you to stop this! You're hurting Mamoru-kun. Don't you know that?"
Asclepius continues to hack with the glowing staff. He can't give up, he's not intensly strong, but he can chop a plant. He just has to keep going- and even when the odd opponent lands nearby, he can hear Kunzite there. He'll trust Kunzite to keep him safe as he continues to work and chop.
She's not very concious, but she is alive and that's all that matters to Asclepius right now. He can heal wounds. He can't heal death.
Asclepius doesn't offer his name to Fiore, right now he's busy. Too busy. He has to trust in Kunzite. He doesn't offer much to the conversation otherwise.
"He'd be here now if your flowers weren't hurting him too badly to travel. You could argue it with him yourself." Emphasis on the flowers. Kunzite doesn't have a hope of breaking through to Fiore; he tries anyhow. Jupiter made it through to him, eventually. Maybe they can set a little groundwork for someone else to do the same here.
But he has to leave most of it to Mars. Because most of his concentration is on trying to interweave shadow with the vines, trying to make it as hard as possible for those points to slice into Naru. Cutting her is acceptable, maybe inevitable. That's all right. Asclepius can heal wounds.
He doesn't want to test whether Asclepius can heal a torn-out throat.
There's at least one civillian who isn't very good at obedient, but Naru is rather pliant at the moment. She tries to help Asclepius and Kunzite, to move such that they can work at the vines easier, but her limbs just won't listen to her.
It's a fairly pathetic little twitch of her arm, a little twist in the thorns. Confirmation that she is alive, most certainly, although distressingly pale and wan and nigh on oozing exhaustion.
Puncture marks from the thorns are being joined by little cuts, and a couple bruises that seem out of place for the current situation.
'He was more than willing to be your friend --'
'He'd be here now --'
'-- are your stupid *flowers*!'
'-- if your flowers weren't hurting --'
'Don't you know that?'
'You're hurting Mamoru-kun!'
"Shut UP!" Fiore screams at the poison-barbed words that whirl round and round again in his head, wrenching up a storm of vines from the earth to slice through the fireballs aimed at him. "Shut up! Shut UP!" The red Senshi is attacking him -- that he can deal with -- but she is also talking, for some reason, and even more unbelievably, the white-haired man he shoved face-first into a stovetop is not accosting him at all.
Did they really think he couldn't see through their lies?
"None of you know Mamoru! Not like I do!" The vines, once finished batting away Mars' fire, undulate and lash at the air, a writhing mass of green that almost seems alive of its own accord. "Where were you when he was alone? When he needed you and your so-called friendship, what were you doing instead? What? Ignoring the pitiful little orphaned children trapped in a hospital?"
(...a small voice in the back of his head, childlike and barely present, whispers, "but what could they have done...?")
Something like surprise crosses Fiore's face -- and in that moment, Asclepius's staff slices through the Xenian vines like butter, Kunzite's shadows shred the thorns at Naru's neck, the binds at her waist and hands.
*/Get out of here, Fiore,/* his mistress demands, her voice hardening from its usual sultry warmth. */Don't let them fool you. Remember our mission./*
...right. The mission. For a second, he'd almost forgotten...
His shoulders straighten, but his face falls flat. His eyes, behind the flashing red light, are dull.
"I'm going to destroy this world that left Mamoru alone," he says. "For interfering, and for stealing Mamoru away from me, Sailor Moon will receive just punishment. Before she dies with this planet, I will teach her how it feels to be truly, truly alone." Fiore tilts his head to Naru. "Let this one serve as the warning shot. From now on, I will show now mercy."
Then, summoned from the wreckage of the destroyed flowers, withered petals carry him away, leaving behind only his swaths of pink parasites and his declaration of war.
The vines are cut, Asclepius moves to catch Naru as best he can if Kunzite doesn't. Mars seems to have taken care of bussiness and Fiore seems to have a breakdown. Okay. He grimaces at words and feels... really bad. He does his best, to help everyone-- even before all this, all his chairity work but those words...
Nrg. He needs to work harder.
Still, he gently looks around and places Naru down to the ground as comfortably as he can image. "Thank you Kunzite." he says as he mutters and holds out his staff-- channeling energy into it, before he lets it flow into Naru-- attempting to heal--- he can take care of cuts and brusies and maybe even a little bit of exhaustion, though not all of it. He's going to do his best.
"...so it's that bad, huh?" he asks to Kunzite. "Dunno how you can help someone while hurting them immensely at the same time..." he says softly. "Not like that at least..." he says.
Because, you know. Punching someone to coherency is always a thing!
Asclepius is the one who catches Naru -- Kunzite would have intercepted her, true enough, but this once he's slower. Staring past the girl at the shredded vines. That wasn't sawing through them. That wasn't the slow victory of violet energy over greenery. That happened all at once.
Something changed. Just for a moment, something changed.
It's a few seconds before he answers out loud. "I'm not fond of those thorns." For obvious reasons, presumably. He takes a step back, then turns to crouch down beside Naru. "Mn. You saw him. He's getting worse. Not at the point where he has to drug himself stupid full-time yet, but it's not good. Not Fiore's fault, though. He's being used." They may have to kill him anyway, but it's not his fault.
Kunzite bends his head, then, to look down at Naru as the healing takes effect. "When you said you had questions," he says, grave as ever, "I expected they'd be a little more ... verbal."
There's a lot of Fiore's final speech and unexpected actions that Naru just doens't follow, and certainly doesn't glean any new insights into someone she's not actually met before.
Naru needs the catch and the help down to the ground, there's not a chance of her limbs supporting her all on her own. She's fairly useless before Asclepius provides her some healing and then she works on sitting up a bit. She still looks rough, to put it mildly.
Naru has a faint, wan smile for Kunzite and offers him her questions. "What's a Pretty Cure and why would a witch be in a labyrinth rather than a minotaur?"
Asclepius blinks once. "A Pretty Cure? Well. I'm curing you but I dunno if it's my right to call myself pretty." he says coyly. "But- I don't think you mean that." he says when Naru wakes. He let's his healing magic begn to taper off after a bit and steadies his staff down a bit. He looks around again and then---- let's the majority of his transformation futz off. Holding the staff though, just in case. He lowers himself down over near some of the plants and strokes his chin a bit. "Huh." he says standing back up.
"Yeah, well. Hopefully there's some way to snap him out of it. That was a powerful thing." he says.
He sighs a bit and shakes his head.
"Witches in a labyrinth...." he says. "Does she mean what Puella's fight?" he asks towards Kunzite, then looks back towards Naru.
Kunzite puts out an arm to steady Naru -- behind her shoulders, keeping her propped up so that she doesn't lose the amount of sitting-up she's managed. He doesn't try to push her upright. Having been around Mamoru when he teleports has reminded him firmly of why not to drive people too hard on these things.
"I don't know much about Pretty Cures," he admits. "Mostly what Endymion told you -- that apparently they get their magic from, as he put it, someone who's a control freak about strange things." ... this from Kunzite. That's a little disturbing. "Witches in labyrinths ... in this case, a labyrinth is a pocket dimension, a little world almost in itself that overlaps with ours at a point or two. They're hells." He says that straightforward and bluntly. "There are a number of different things called witches. This particular one is a monster that drives people to madness and despair, and makes itself a labyrinth as a trap and a hiding place. As Asclepius said, they're what Puella Magi specialize in fighting."
He pauses for a moment, eyeing Asclepius, then Naru. There are three questions he wants very much to ask at this juncture. He settles for the least relevant but most harmless. "Have you two met?"
Naru Osaka isn't really in a rush to get to her feet, sitting up is plenty for the moment. She leans into Kunzite's arm around her shoulders, drawing comfort from him being there. She turns her head and then blinks, a touch surprised, but a good surprise. "Milkshake guy!"
"Hunh." Naru processes Kunzite's answers to the questions she had starting out on this. "That makes more sense." Somehow, somewhere, pocket dimensions of hell makes more sense.
Daisuke Hansuke looks to Kunzite, and clears his throat embrassedly. "My nervous breakdown cure tends to be destryoing my blood sugar with Milkshakes--- Milk Smoothies. I should get used to calling them that." he says softly. "Anyways, she knows my actual name that's just a nickname I guess." he beams.
He looks to Naru. "You going to be okay?" he asks a moment as he frowns. "What'd that guy do to you? It looks like he knocked you around a little before that." he says softly.
He shakes his head and looks back to Kunzite then back to Naru. "Is this a regular occurance for you now?" he asks at Naru. "All this?" he asks conceredly.
Not a word from Kunzite. Daisuke is a healer. He can presumably monitor his own well-being and make sure that inhaling a thousand calories at a time isn't doing him damage. Maybe it powers his staff. Heaven knows Usagi has to use all that sugar for something.
For the moment, though, he supports Naru and lets the other two talk.
"Milkshakes were all I could summon up out of this headache." Naru admits, a little sheepishly. "It makes a pretty good nickname though, but I do remember your name, now." She closes her eyes a moment and nods. "It's been a day." She gives a gentle shake of her head.
"Earlier there was some sort of green man, who took offense to my drawing. I dont' remember that much at all, other than everything went black, and I woke up tripping on a Dog.. named Dog, and Spark was explaining about Pretty Cure and a bunch of bad guys who had names that I dont remember right now, and a girl who was talking about witches, and had a giant gun /thing/ and I've forgotten her name." She frowns a little, irritated by that. "And I lost my new pencil."
Daisuke Hansuke sort of scratches his head. "Huh." he says to the explanation of earlier events. "Sounds like it is then." he frowns frowns and holds his hand out--and slips his staff back into it's ring form as he crosses his arms a bit.
"Right.. then..." he says pulling out a notpad. He pulls out a pen and writes something down and then rips the page out and repockets the small notebook. He hands the paper over. "Here. That's my number. You need healing after, call me." he says. "I should had given that to you before but I didn't know you get caught up in this junk so often." he says as he sighs and looks back over to Kunzite.
"So he's going after Moon's friends then. Great. Anyone else we need to look out for?" he asks. "I mean. Besides 'the everyone'. That's a long list." he says.
"The Senshi already know. The Puella took on Fiore before, so they know to be careful, and what of; they can take care of themselves, largely, and already know who to call for healing." Kunzite takes a moment to look thoughtful, eyeing the likely-deceased park bench and the shredded vines that decorate it. "The other ones I can think of already have at least some warning, and considerable firepower. Except for the ones we can't warn. We'll have to watch their homes." Whose homes, he's ... not saying. There are many flowers here. Many.
"I don't usually get targeted. Generally. This is the first that someone's actively said so, at least." Naru reaches for the slip of paper, glancing at it briefly. "I'm sure I'll be fine after some sleep. But thank you." She remembers to add and leans into Kunzite a moment. "Do you think Endy would mind if I stayed on the couch at the apartment tonight?" She asks, especially at the mention of watching homes. And a reminder about going after Usagi's friends.
Daisuke Hansuke thinks on this. "I'm pretty sure he'd insist after something like this." he says.
"Still, I'd rather be safer than sorry for you to have that number." he says as he sighs and crosses his arms. "Okay, good." he says to Kunzite.
He shakes his head and sighs and looks back to the plants. "Yeah know. Has anyone tried weed killer yet?" he asks curiously.
"I think he'd mind if you stayed on the couch," Kunzite answers. "Largely because we have a guest room. You need a bed." There will be sleep. There will probably be cookies. There might possibly be something set on fire somewhere, but it will be unlikely to belong to Naru.
There's a flicker of a glance over at Daisuke. "I've been more inclined to rip them out by the roots and incinerate them. Weed killer is less cathartic but, if it works, possibly more practical." Or possibly not, with the sheer number of them. Replacing one poison with another... there are so rarely easy answers.
"Careful. I might end up texting you with weird questions too." Naru comments to Daisuke with a faint smile, the notion of not being home alone tonight enough to make her relax a bit.
"How do you guys have a spare room? I am pretty sure half the world lives there." Naru comments to Kunzite and then looks over to the flowers and then back to the guys. "Weed killer and /then/ burn what's left." She declares, unlikely to be going on nature walks again, anytime soon.
Sailor Mars, who up until now has been running around the park trying to see if Fiore is hiding anywhere nearby (and slowly, since she's been energy drained herself), chooses right about now to start walking back to Kunzite, Naru, and Daisuke.
"Technically fire can be used as a weedkiller. In small, controlled amounts. I think the brand name for the thing that does that is called 'Red Dragon'... anyways, yeah. The amount of fire required to kill this many weeds would probably cause a forest fire."
She places a hand on her hip and looks at the other three. "So... you guys okay? Sorry I didn't really have a chance to check up on you earlier. I figured you had it covered."
Daisuke Hansuke looks towards Mars. "Mars, do you need some healing?" he asks pointedly. It's the first thing out of his mouth and then finally. "I'm alright. I didn't get attacked and I used my staff to hack at the vines, rather than my hands so no thorns. Naru'll should be alright. Kunzite will be alright." he says.
He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair a moment, maybe a little overwhelmed. "Can't exactly burn things. I can carry around a spritz of weed killer around." he insists. "Dunno if my glowy, purple energy protection can do much." he says softly.
"Just bear in mind that that might make you a preferred target, too." Not that Daisuke isn't half likely to be that already. Kunzite shakes his head briefly, then confirms to Mars, "Scratches. Nothing serious." It's nearly impossible to touch those vines without finding some thorns. But he had the chance to choose where and how, which put him at a distinct advantage over Naru. Or over himself last time.
Naru's comment up to him prompts him to glance back down (always down, just about) toward her. "Endymion owns the floor," he tells her. "Not all of it's usable yet, but he made that a priority." ... discovering that Hannah invites herself over explained why he made it a priority, anyhow.
"My day has pretty much sucked." Naru provides Mars with the short answer, complete with a little wrinkle of her nose. "But, I'm alright. I think, or I will be in the morning." She confirms the more authoritative opinion that Daisuke provided.
A little nod to Kunzite. "I knew that, about Endy having the whole floor. Or I think I did. I am stupid tonight. I wonder if my sketchbook survived?" She muses, having now sat long enough to be able to consider getting up, and starting to move a bit towards that end.
Does Mars need healing? She looks down on herself. She got kicked in the stomach yeah, but she was in henshin. She got drained, but she's not in real danger. She definitely gets a sense that she would've had a real problem in a drawn-out fight with Fiore (not that it would stop her from throwing herself at the problem), but he didn't stick around.
"I'll be alright," she says. Looking around at the park with a frown, and at the destroyed bench, she comments. "I wonder if standard weedkiller would be enough."
Naru gets a curious look from Mars. On the one hand, this wouldn't be the first time one of Usagi's friends was suddenly aware of magic, but on the other hand it seems a little strange that Naru didn't at least try to henshin if she had any kind of magical powers. The idea of a civilian being caught up in this and also being aware of it is... Well, not entirely unheard of, she supposes.
"Well I'm glad you're alright physically. Sorry about your day. And your pencil." She scratches the back of her head.
Daisuke Hansuke nods. "Alright. Good!" he says. It's usually a GOOD thing when he's not useful. Because when he's not useful that means everyone is okay! That's a rarity in an outlook. He takes a deep cleansing breath. He looks to Kunzite and Mars and Naru.
"I should get going. I think everything here is okay, and I'm going to assume you're talking Naru back to Mamoru's." he smiles at Kunzite.
He looks to Mars. "Hey. If you see Venus, can you tell her to gimme a ring? I haven't seen her for a bit. I'm sure things have calmed down now enough." he says softly. "And I wanna talk to her on friendlier terms and not 'dislocating my shoulder to prove your sincerity' terms." he says coyly.
Regardless, he begins to leave unless someone implicity stops him!
Kunzite glances over toward the bench as well, presumably scanning for Naru's possessions. Maybe the vines' explosive growth tossed them clear. There's always at least a slender hope.
That puts him at a good angle to catch that curious look. -- one which suggests that there hasn't been quite as much information-passing among the Senshi as he might have hoped. An internal note is made, somewhere, to follow up later. "Good question," he says to Mars. "We can always test. Extensively." As a method of working out aggression when Fiore himself isn't available, at least.
Daisuke's answered with a nod. There might have been words to go with the nod, but he just brought up Venus. There are probably more complicated subjects. Somewhere.
Naru Osaka misses the curious look from Mars as she pushes herself up to her feet. She sways a little, catching her balance after a moment and then takes a deep breath. "I hate misplacing time, even if it's just for a little while, it's really disconcerting." She decides before she makes her way over to the bench where her bag had been. And her sketchbook. And where they aren't currently.
"Thanks for the healing, Daisuke." She looks over to him as he aims to head off. "I appreciate it."
If Mars sees Venus again. She frowns at that. "Uh... yeah... I'll let her know." If.
She smiles politely at Kunzite and Naru. "Well! I'm glad you're alright here. You really couldn't be in safer hands, and Mamo-kun knows how to contact me if he needs me." The last time she gave out her number it came back to haunt her. Well, not really because it was Mamoru, but it could have been Nephrite and she wouldn't know.
She sweatdrops at the question of Naru's possessions, but... she really doesn't have time to help with that. She dropped what she was doing when she sensed trouble at the park and now she has to get back to it. "Good luck finding your things, Osaka-san."
She turns and leaps away, vanishing from sight not long after.