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[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Welcome to the beach. A beach with a clear, beautiful ocean and white sand. The kind of beach one might expect in pictures of a vacation resort. In the distance behind it is stands a grand city, her home and legacy. But the sun does not shine upon the beach. Night has taken over and the stars above are free to shine without a cloud to hinder them. Anyone who gazes up at the night sky might find another smaller and oddly shaped moon alongside it.

Seth is there, walking into the water until it reaches her knees. After which she proceeds to walk around in that depth with a faint smile on her face. Unlike most who’d go to the beach in a swimsuit she’s doing this in one of her short dresses. It is just water. No reason to fret over if it gets wet. After all who is going to care about a little wet clothing? ]

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami's just in one of her playful moods - a softer one right now rather than the somewhat vicious turn they can take at times.]

And shall we race?

[This is a very rigged contest for the Senshi of Water.]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[But she's not human! She moves faster then the human eye can follow on land, by her logic is works just as well in water. Granted there's the chance it might be more like running on top of water but same difference.]

That depends. How far out?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Who ever called Ami human? She's a senshi. And the water is hers.

Granted, next to running, even she will probably be slower.]

How far do you want to go?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[No one but those nanomachines she has have to be good for something other then committing mass homicide and living nearly forever.

Besides cheating at a race just seems kind of fun too.]

Hm, I don't know. I usually don't go racing in the water, especially since I tend to get asked that by Methuselah. Then it becomes so unfair.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami grins, almost - almost - good naturedly.]

Should I tell you I'm quite fast in the water?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

That depends on how fast is "quite fast". Fast to terrans and fast to a methuselah are not the same.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

I don't know anything about 'methuselah' [though she assumes 'terrans' can equate to 'humans' more or less, as it often does]

But I'm good at swimming.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[If she hadn't been stuck in a city full of people who never knew about them she'd be offended. Instead she merely sighs.]

How about I get a preview before I make a choice?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She's always open to being educated; does that help?]

A preview?

[Now the question: While she's here as Mizuno Ami, how much of her power does she want to use? But she's used to showing off these days; she's less cautious in other worlds, which she already assumes this is.]

How far?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[A little but it's a long story. Now isn't a good story-time.]

How does six meters out and back sound? Or would you care for a different distance?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Six meters. Barely anything; a fraction of a lap in a standard pool. But Ami agrees anyway.

Her agreement, true to form, comes in the shape of swimming those twelve meters, half a length all told. True to her word, she is far faster than a normal person would be; it wouldn't be a stretch to call it Olympic level.

this means in literally about six to eight seconds, Ami is back.]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[And that's why she liked shorter distances. She was better at gauging a person's abilities in short bursts. She never understood why it was like, maybe it had to do with her own abilities but ah well.

She waves a hand, dismissive and appearing care-free.]

I don't see many people who move like that, even with that speed.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Thank you! [She flashed a quick grin that meant, whatever the intention. she planned to take it as a compliment.]

So shall we race? Or shall we do something else?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

I believe I wouldn't be much competition for you. [A lie but it doesn't stop her from going into deeper waters.]

But I suppose if you really want to I might be motivated to comply.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Not if you're no competition.

[She wants worthwhile fights. Even her enemies, she demands full attention and full effort from. And she herself is no longer anywhere near the shy girl who'd throw a competition to make the other person feel better.]

We'll do something else.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

I'm not exactly a fish by nature, you see. [Maybe meant to be a bit of a verbal jab back. Pride and whatnot.]

What would you suggest?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

So you noticed that?

[Not fish, not exactly, but that kinship to the water.]

Of course, my hobbies are also my strengths.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[A chuckle and she folds her hands behind her head.]

I noticed something a little different. Far be it from me to go on questioning things.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

If there's something special, why should it be hidden?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Because special is different. Most people are afraid of what's different.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

They can be made to accept it anyway.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Maybe where you're from. [She takes a moment to pause and think about it, her world and how things had changed over the centuries.]

Here is different. You'll learn acceptance is harder to find.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

I wasn't talking about finding it.

[She had, after all, brainwashed her school class. Of course, that was a long time ago. There was also that determination to prove herself.]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

I suppose those who aren't different in some terrible way have less to be concerned with.

[A handwave, again dismissive over the conversation at hand.] Ah well. Some things can't be helped.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She could have snorted. She could have laughed in the face of that statement. But that would be something she'll never be again: vulnerable. It would be saying how isolated she'd been.

Let them think what they like. It's worse if they pretend to try to end that loneliness.]

I'm not really interested in if you're different or not.

[It could equally be dismissiveness, or acceptance. After all, she had no qualms about whatever 'differences' Seth had.]