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Task 5: "On the grounds of the Starlit Palace there is a cavernous, multi-winged museum dedicated to the Constellation Senshi who came to the call of the Lady in ages past. Your Constellation Senshi finds an exhibit on their ancestor/past life form. What did your senshi look like during the Silver Millennium? What happened to them in the prior war or once they arrived on Earth? We'd love to see them in their uniform!"

Task 5:

She let him talk her into visiting the museum, the ominous shrine of the past. She snickered aloud at the idea. She’d heard about the about some of the other’s reactions to seeing their past selves. A certain fellow scientist definitely suffered from an extreme bout of cannon envy. Not pretty.

Well, damn it. Cordy instantly hated herself for the tight knot that seized her in throat as she approached the marble podium in her small portion of the museum. She had intended on being strong when entering here. But the faces of those she had fiercely fought with and for, her beloved celestial family, were staring at her from all corners of this place.

Then she instantly hated Les. The minute he mentioned the dart rope she knew she wanted to run her fingers over the starlight strands. He swore that there was no ostentatious statues or paintings of her striking a heroic pose, just a small podium displaying her original weapon shining luminously.

Now she hated the rope dart. It both singed and sparked at her the moment she reached out for it. With a disapproving hiss and sharp bite, the weapon informed her that it belonged to a former part of her life. Just like Caine…

She hated the podium now. Because reasons. And she showed it the love it deserved with a well-placed kick. Her sardonic laugh resonated off the meticulous carved walls of museum when it didn’t move a single centimeter. Then, a soft slick and click preceded the slide of marble. A small button with the Scorpius constellation had sunk into podium and the small pillar slid back to reveal a small lined cache below. The cache revealed several elegant porcelain flasks and two small flat saucers.

Tentatively, Cordy reached out for the saucers and cradled them between her fingertips. They had been immaculately persevered. Not a single chip or crack. A soft smile teased at the corner of her mouth as she remembered her smaller hands carefully painting the serving saucers with a loving purpose. The purple, red, and black detailing denoted one saucer as hers. The other gold and white, for the only other person she drank with.

Well, damn it. Another piece of her past beyond her reach.

With that bitter though running through her, the bulbous flask with the narrow neck was quickly uncorked, tipped, and poured. Settling on the floor at the foot of the podium, the Scorpius raised the saucer in a salute to the first generation around her.

Les watched Cordy and marveled. Cordy, although older and taller, perfectly matched the pose of the small marble statue in his hands. The small armored figure was seated with a flask in one hand and the other raised in a toast. He had promised her no statues, so he’d return this one after she left. When Les had found it in the gallery, the statue had been positioned as if saluting her companions in the museum just as Cordy was now. Although he was sadden to see his sister struggling with melding her past into her present, he’d be lying if he didn’t admit he was pleased to see that the dart rope rejected her. It was reminder to him that HE had purpose here even if he didn’t have a past. She didn’t need the dart rope. He was her weapon. He’d protect her from the demons.

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Task 5: "On the grounds of the Starlit Palace there is a cavernous, multi-winged museum dedicated to the Constellation Senshi who came to the call of the Lady in ages past. Your Constellation Senshi finds an exhibit on their ancestor/past life form. What did your senshi look like during the Silver Millennium? What happened to them in the prior war or once they arrived on Earth? We'd love to see them in their uniform!"

Task 5:

She let him talk her into visiting the museum, the ominous shrine of the past. She snickered aloud at the idea. She’d heard about the about some of the other’s reactions to seeing their past selves. A certain fellow scientist definitely suffered from an extreme bout of cannon envy. Not pretty.

Well, damn it. Cordy instantly hated herself for the tight knot that seized her in throat as she approached the marble podium in her small portion of the museum. She had intended on being strong when entering here. But the faces of those she had fiercely fought with and for, her beloved celestial family, were staring at her from all corners of this place.

Then she instantly hated Les. The minute he mentioned the dart rope she knew she wanted to run her fingers over the starlight strands. He swore that there was no ostentatious statues or paintings of her striking a heroic pose, just a small podium displaying her original weapon shining luminously.

Now she hated the rope dart. It both singed and sparked at her the moment she reached out for it. With a disapproving hiss and sharp bite, the weapon informed her that it belonged to a former part of her life. Just like Caine…

She hated the podium now. Because reasons. And she showed it the love it deserved with a well-placed kick. Her sardonic laugh resonated off the meticulous carved walls of museum when it didn’t move a single centimeter. Then, a soft slick and click preceded the slide of marble. A small button with the Scorpius constellation had sunk into podium and the small pillar slid back to reveal a small lined cache below. The cache revealed several elegant porcelain flasks and two small flat saucers.

Tentatively, Cordy reached out for the saucers and cradled them between her fingertips. They had been immaculately persevered. Not a single chip or crack. A soft smile teased at the corner of her mouth as she remembered her smaller hands carefully painting the serving saucers with a loving purpose. The purple, red, and black detailing denoted one saucer as hers. The other gold and white, for the only other person she drank with.

Well, damn it. Another piece of her past beyond her reach.

With that bitter though running through her, the bulbous flask with the narrow neck was quickly uncorked, tipped, and poured. Settling on the floor at the foot of the podium, the Scorpius raised the saucer in a salute to the first generation around her.

Les watched Cordy and marveled. Cordy, although older and taller, perfectly matched the pose of the small marble statue in his hands. The small armored figure was seated with a flask in one hand and the other raised in a toast. He had promised her no statues, so he’d return this one after she left. When Les had found it in the gallery, the statue had been positioned as if saluting her companions in the museum just as Cordy was now. Although he was sadden to see his sister struggling with melding her past into her present, he’d be lying if he didn’t admit he was pleased to see that the dart rope rejected her. It was reminder to him that HE had purpose here even if he didn’t have a past. She didn’t need the dart rope. He was her weapon. He’d protect her from the demons.