Patrolling had once been the thing that defined Taranis best. He found purpose in senshidom that he had lacked in reality. With Magellan at his side, the Eternal Senshi of Sand found only more reasons to suit up and fight crime in the streets. But Parker was, at his core, a selfish person. He lived a life of cold objectivity, but in truth, he was darkly emotional. Tiny things became rotten lesions in his brain. Once someone showed him an ounce of love, he succumbed to it like a tiny puff of sea foam caught in the mighty swell of a wave. It was that intensity that scared Magellan away, but Taranis refused to face that possibility. Instead, he chose to detach, to be sad, and to give up on the thing that gave him purpose.
Sailor Taranis had ceased to be a common presence on the streets of Destiny City months ago.
Now the only time he transformed into his fuku was when he was running late for something, or just wanting to get away from the din of the common man. Booted feet thudded against the rooftops of Chinatown. He crossed between buildings as easily as someone might walk down the street. These pathway was familiar, easy to navigate. He completely ignored the aura of another senshi in the area, focused entirely on making his way home. With a long leap, Taranis flew over an alleyway below and landed with a roll on a slanted red-tiled roof just across the gap.
(( Excuse to post his art? Yes, yes it was. ))
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