[Mushverse; for Tetsuya & Jou]

[greensai]

It's such a nice day outside that I can help fussing around in the garden. It's still too early to bring anything in for dinner, but I can keep the bugs off my young vegetables and the weeds away from my herbs. Tetsuya's beating on something out back; either he's chopping wood or he's murdering something, I can't really tell beyond the swing of an ax and his occasional curses wafting from the backyard to the front. I hope he doesn't aggravate his knee again.

Once the sun starts to think about setting I head back inside, pondering what to fix for dinner as I wash the garden from my hands. There's still some chicken that I should do something with before it goes bad, but I'd like to do something with the fish Tetsuya caught this morning. Maybe I can grill up an assortment of meats and vegetables, then we can have the leftovers for lunch tomorrow.

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[blackbison]

"GokaiSilver?" I don't remember a damn thing about the pirate Sentai, so that doesn't really surprise me too much, except for the nonchalant way Jou says 'the original'.

"Doesn't sound good." I offer to Jou's apparently distorted memory. It's troublesome, to say the least. "Do we know who's on our side?"

[yellowlion]

"A few things, and yes," I say to one, then the other. On some level I'm both gratified and horrified by how easy it is to slip back into this kind of briefing with them. I'd near forgotten how information exchanges work with them. The give and take.

"Given how much we were messed with while we were active, it could be worse," I say philosophically. "And yes, the good guys are still the good guys, the bad guys are still the bad guys, but there are some who've most definitely made the jump across to join us. Kazari, for example, and the other Greeeds, though I don't know if they'd choose to fight the way I think he would. We're still holding out a hand to anyone who needs it, of course. Good or bad."

I'm silent for a moment, remembering Kemp. We helped him, went to find him with very little hesitation. All of us knew it could be a trap. It was, but it... essentially didn't matter, in a way. What mattered was that we tried.