but we all reach the same end.

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[Zuri appears, wearing an old cloak that reaches the ground and her mask. Not for long though, she's pretty sick of wearing these things so she pulls the cloak off after a moment, laying it on the ground like a blanket. She sits on it and takes off her mask as well, setting it next to her.

She looks faintly frustrated...and to those uh sensitive to some things different in other ways. Those with a sharp sense of smell might notice she smells different. She's in the Lemurian equivalent of estrus physically. It's nothing obvious, slightly flushed skin, and slightly swollen breasts. She might seem more attractive to some men...especially those of her own species :|]

[She sighs, obviously not thinking very highly of this annoyance.]

A distraction...does this make me less qualified?

[It surprises her but she misses human company. Somewhat.]

It's strange to suddenly feel so isolated.

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Mmh. [Misaki shakes her head, turning the sleepy sound into one of negation.] It's just as well. It wasn't particularly restful.

Misaki Kirihara. I've seen you around, I think, but I don't remember if we've met.

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We haven't met yet. Yuzuriha.

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[Misaki gestures to the couch.] Any particular reason for the mask?

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[She blinks at the couch, taking a long moment to understand and accept the invitation.]

Female saints are supposed to wear masks for...modesty reasons.

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[That earns a frown. She is going to have a word with Mu next time she sees him.] But I would think something like that would limit your field of vision in a fight.

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[She holds out the mask, offering it for Misaki to examine.]

Not really, they are specially constructed like cloths.

Besides, female saints are trained with masks and the nature of saints require that we rely less on our eyes to see. Bronze saints' motions are close to the speed of sound, silver saints break that barrier and gold saints move at the speed of light. It becomes less about seeing things physically.

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[Misaki accepts it, feeling a weird little tingle when her fingers brush against Yuzuriha's. She frowns and focuses on the smooth ceramic, though the woman next to her is suddenly far more present. She forces the confusion not to show on her face.]

So it's more a sort of... psychic vision, then.

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[Yuzuriha frowns, trying to think of how to explain something that has become instinctive to her.]

In a sense... but it also relates to what cosmo is in a way. [She holds out her hand, it glows faintly.] Cosmo is the power within matter. Each particle is like a solar system within itself and collectively it forms a small universe. A saint understands and can control this power and in that sense they also have to become more aware of the same energy in all other things.

Not all saints are typically psychic though many are to some degree. It's a subtle difference that...is perhaps strange to those that aren't familiar with the concepts. Mu is a powerful psychic, he has an innate ability that cannot be mastered simply by training your cosmo.

[It feels good to focus on being a saint for a moment, rather than the awkward feelings of loneliness.]

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[Misaki eyes the glow with interest. It's much gentler, warmer than a Contractor's radiation field. It also sounds far more benign.] And you're... which one are you? How can you tell?

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Both. Lemurians tend to be born with innate psychic abilities but I am also a saint of silver rank.

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[Lips lips lips. Misaki blinks and shakes her head.] Sorry, I must still be a little... tired.

[She inspects the mask a moment more before returning it.] Do you live in the same place as Mu? I've... never really asked him about his reality.

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There's no need to apologize.

[She takes the mask back, one finger hooked against the ceramic. She spins it on her finger idly, clearly not thinking too highly of the device despite what she says.]

We do but at the same time we don't. More than 200 years seperate our realities but they've been merged somewhat.