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She had drifted in from the main hall after exploring the fossils. There hadn’t been anything notably helpful in that exhibit but this one was at least a bit more plausible. But she wasn’t holding her breath on that, especially since she noticed that it looked like a hall of tapestries. However she did quickly become absorbed in the vivid displays intricately woven. They were fascinating, if a bit dark towards the further panels. Add in the various masks, the staffs, and a blackened crown, and it was all a bit macabre. Something had happened. Some world had fallen, if the crown was any indication. Darkness was always there, lurking. Mara observed it all. Noting the monsters, and the destruction. The complete vibe changes from that at the front of the room to those at the back. The crystal moon’s woven in the first panels weren’t lost on her but rather than marvel over those idealized visuals, the corrupt senshi scrutinized the darker tapestries. Best to learn from the past then try to rebuild it after all.

She moved as quietly as she could but her heels still clicked softly. Could there be a hint hidden among the threads or in the strange trinkets displayed? Was there anything in this entire place that would help her? The dark haired woman absently wondered as she wandered. She had found herself in a tucked away spot, alone and with the tapestries surrounding her everything was a little muffled. It was as if she was all alone in this strange space museum. Alone, but no closer to an answer.

With a sigh, more disappointment than frustration, Mara turned to go. There were still a few more rooms that might hold the answers she was looking for. Besides, she needed to find Almadel. He had to have the answer to her problem. He just had to.

If he didn’t then she wasn’t sure what else she could do. No amount of training was fixing it and she couldn’t exactly tell her cousin what was going on, even though he knew. After all it would only hinder him more and he had enough to deal with. They all did. The person she would be most likely to turn to was being all mysterious and withdrawn as well so that was out… but Mara did make a mental note to actually make Abby talk to her. Something was going on with her younger cousin. Something with her and that man. It was suspicious as hell and Mara didn’t like it… she also didn’t trust Ben. Not that she would like anyone who was dating Abby, she was definitely too good for him.

Distracted, lost in her own thoughts about her family and her issues, Mara started to leave her little isolated corner only to nearly run into someone, just barely preventing a collision. “Apologies, I didn’t see you,” She quickly apologized, only noticing who she had nearly ran over after taking several steps back. It was Almadel, the very person she wanted to talk to given a more private moment such as this. “I was so absorbed in your exhibits I just wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings,” Mara smiled congenially, silently inviting the alien being to forgive her error.

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“It really is,” She agreed, ready to actually go on if only to butter him up more when he seemed to jump right into it. Almost as if he knew something. Suspicious but still willing to grasp at any straw available Mara shrugged. “I’ve got quite a bit to think about but I did have a question if you don’t mind me asking.” Once given an indication that she could indeed ask, the dark haired corrupt went on to explain how her cousin, cough, General, informed her that Almadel was quite knowledgeable and wise and all the good flattering crap she could think of until she got to the point. “Do you happen to know of any texts or even textiles,” She nodded towards the tapestries, “that discuss Senshi magic?”

She couldn’t come right out and say it. Putting it out like that would not only reveal her own magic was screwed up but also that she had no idea how to correct it. Neither was something she even wanted to whisper about. It was bad enough that some of her family already knew her skill was uncertain at best, she didn’t need to make it worse. She was already the odd one out. No point in making it more obvious. “I am rather interested in the entire topic as a whole however I’ve found deviations on it to be most fascinating but the information out there is rather slim. Things like power fluctuations or just down right failures are just horrifyingly fascinating. Like being unable to stop watching a scary movie.” It wasn’t terribly subtle but she also wasn’t sure how else to approach it without actually asking the alien ‘how do I fix my magic’. That would be too far. Reveal too much. They might be alone right now but that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t overhear. Hell, just speaking it out loud could bring some kind of bad luck, or worse luck really, to her. It was safer to keep her deepest, darkest, desire to herself.