Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ronan swung his arms as he walked, still not a patrol.

No solo patrols.

Not yet.

They’d sense him if he was wearing his stupid uncomfortable outfit and he’d still have a paper lantern and they’d probably laugh at him before they ate him and it would probably be more embarrassing to die like that than to die pretending he hadn’t said yes to that talking orb but then he was supposed to take care of things and he’d impulsively chosen responsibility and even if it was a dumb idea he couldn’t drop it so he had to do it and-.

He ran his hands aggressively through his hair. Quiet. For now. For a minute.

Ugh.

Wait.

Senshi on that bench.

Hm.

Ronan stepped back out of sight, it seemed unlikely that the senshi had spotted him so that was good. Secret identity solidarity was the best course of action here. Yes? Yes. With a resigned sigh he conjured the uncomfortable costume onto his body, hands immediately flying to loosen the cravat at his throat. He’d already learned that attempts to adjust the strands of pearls in his hair were too unpleasant to be worth the effort.

Squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath, the page stepped back into sight and offered a slight wave.

“Er. Hello.”

Another awkward wave

Somniorum was well aware of his painful inadequacy when it came to small talk. Truth be told, it would have been more alarming if he suddenly became a master conversationalist.

“Nothing has decided that I’d make a good dinner so I can’t complain.” A quick glance to his lantern reminded him that he had plenty to complain about, at least in that department.

Not being eaten still outweighed that. Even if it wouldn’t do a thing to prevent him from being eaten.

“How are you?”

The stiffness of his shoulders betrayed him.

“Anything..try to eat you?”

Somewhere nothing could eat him? That definitely didn’t sound plausible. At least not since they’d first decided that he looked appetizing. The Moon, maybe. Nothing had tried to eat him there. But then maybe there were some other iterations of extraterrestrial carcinization that hadn’t shown their faces, claws, or little skittery legs or whatever other unfriendly appendages they might have.

Could be a homeworld?

There could definitely be crabs there.

That was his reality. Supernatural wardrobe changes, cosmic forces, space travel. And yet somehow crabs managed to remain high on his list of concerns. Maybe that was something he could reevaluate.

Probably no youma, which was definitely a step up from here. Not that he could hide from them forever.

Even if that wasn’t a logistical absurdity it was a direct violation of the promise he’d made.
On the Moon.
It was unlikely that he would ever get used to the ridiculousness of that statement.

Yeah, yeah it was a homeworld.

“Are you…sure?” It interested him, fascinated him if he was honest, but he couldn’t shake the anxiety that he might…he wasn’t sure.

Break something?

Summon a horror from beyond the stars?

Maybe he could help. Or his ability could. The one useful thing he could manage and it didn’t work in his stiff new outfit.

“Alright, sure. Let’s go.” s**t, he forgot to say his name. “Somniorum, page. Moon’s page.”