Scene #2601: Brain Trust

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Takashi Agera	Takashi isn't the usual presence at the cat cafe that many of Mamoru's other friends are; for one thing, he's less of a cat person (and he has his own troublesome wandering cat-person) and for another thing, he's busy (getting into or trying to solve, trouble) and often in Mitakihara. But today, he has some tales to spin and frankly, it'd just be nice to see everyone again. The situation he'd dealt with lately, the nightmare and then what happened to one of his kohai was weighing on him, and bothering Mamoru or the Shitennou would probably help with that, help him get back into his usual headspace. Plus he'd been asked to investigate 'Hiddenite' and had things to report on that, even if those things were just him making data say what he wanted it to say. So the tall white-haired boy who with the glasses and the green eyes, is very much not Kunzite, steps into the cafe, and looks around. Uncharacteristically he's neither in labcoat nor Radiant Heart's uniform; he's in well-fitting black pants with t-shirt and a very light denim jacket, with sections of Japan and Obsidian Tower in particular being a little bit of a mix of 'uncomofrtably hot outside, A/C at full blast inside' encouraging the ability to swap between long and short sleeves. The T-shirt has an image of the periodic table with the words 'Can I lick it' above the table, coded into colors that show exactly how bad of an idea doing that action to a particular element is. He looks around to see who's downstairs, looking particularly for Mamoru or one of the Shitennou, before he looks to heading up to the penthouse of the building.
Nephrite	It wasn't that long ago that Mamoru was there, but he was doing a lot of flitting to and from places. Run right off his feet, really, and Masato had decided-- that day-- it was easier for himself and Ami to just hang about in the Penthouse to catch him when he inevitably breezed through. There was an American cartoon on the television, which Masato had been introduced to during his time in California. His father's new wife favoured it, and Masato had brought her gifts-- Tom and Jerry Gakko was quite a different sort of thing, in Japan. Very cute, very toned down. She had loved these cute versions, and appropriately traded them for exposing Masato to the original series. So, a fairly violent animated display of slapstick between cat and mouse amused him loudy, as he attempted to show Ami the appeal. Very few things seemed to make Masato howl with laughter, as Tom meeting an unfortunate consequence. He was in pieces on the couch.
Sailor Mercury	Ami was sat with supercomputer in hand and glasses-bearing face angled over the top of it. Where she had been tapping away at whatever work she had on hand--most likely some aspect of planning for the upcoming wedding confrontations--, she was now watching this crazy and crass American memory of the '40s with slowly furrowing brows. The cat never, ever seemed to learn his lessons. "How did Tom-kun forget about the mouse trap?" Ami asked alongside Masato's guffaws. "He only just put it there!" She hadn't long come from school for the day, still wearing her uniform and with her hard-shelled backpack by the sofa.
Takashi Agera	Failing to encounter anyone downstairs (except, perhaps, Anko, who recieved some sort of morsel from Takashi in if he was there), Takashi had made his way up to the penthouse suite - Mamoru had given Takashi the keycode some time ago, quite possibly driving all of tghe Shitennou up the wall with the fact. But Takashi came all of this way, so at the very least, if nobody's here, he's going to steal something out of the fridge. There's always the nonzero chance of a Makoto baked good. And then he can amuse himself at the idea of the guys fighting over which of them was responsible for it. That thought puts a smile on his face as he puts the code in and walks in - just in time to catch Nephrite howling at at ancient cartoon antics and a girl who his mind was pretty sure he'd interacted with at some point, but where? School? Who was she? Someone important? Or just someone he'd passed by at the Academy? "Yo, Ne- Sanjouin-san." he says, realizing with an unknown person in the room he can't use his favored name. He'd usually called the Shitennou by their 'henshin' names - because those were the names they commonly went by in Obsidian. "Is Chiba-san about? Or is he still..." pause. Unknown person. "...studying the New Moon?" he tried.
Nephrite	"Oh, Ag--" Masato was recovering slowly-- certainly, he put in more of an effort now that Takashi was here to comport himself-- but not without visibly wiping a tear from his eye. "Agera-san... No, he's out and about in eyeliner again," Specifically, the drawn on moon. He cleared his throat, recovering from his mirth, and sat up straighter. "And it's a full moon in Sagittarius in two days." He shook his head and smirked as if this were obvious to everyone, and therefore made his coded question an odd choice.
Sailor Mercury	Ami started a little for the unexpected arrival, straightening further in her seat and closing her computer over. Not dissimilar from Takashi's own concerns, Ami was at first uncertain of whether this pale-haired man were in the know of certain things. Then, of course, came the hints. She leaned a little closer to Masato while watching Takashi with a faint smile. "I think he's on to you, Nephrite." Ami whispered in the kind of whisper that definitely wasn't actually a whisper but, in fact, was an indication of her own knowledge. A closer inspection of the closed supercomputer would, of course, reveal the astrological sign of Mercury inlaid in gold upon the back cover.
Takashi Agera	It was always difficult, knowing what you could say in front of whom, and extra-so for Takashi given that one of the people in this room knew most of who he was, and one was a relative unknown. Ami's not-a-whisper helped answer some of those questions, but even still he looked sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck. He'd let Nephrite, Masato - let him bring things into the open if he wanted. Then he looked from Ami to Nephrite. "Are you just up here watching old American cartoons, or did I interupt a strategy meeting of some kind?" He at least had the decency not to insinuate it was another meeting. "I'm not up here often, but sorry I didn't call ahead. There was some sort of a 'Fifth Beatle' situation Mamoru asked me to look into, do you want me to talk to you about it now or later?" he says. "Sorry, Astrology is less my thing than Astronomy, Sanjouin-san. Always been more interested in what the stars are made of and how than what they mean in the charts." he says. He'd say something more derisive about Astrology if not for the fact that magic was real and he'd seen Nephrite pull off some wild work with the connection he had to the stars. Finally, he paused and turned to Ami. "Forgive me, but have we met? You attend the Academy, that's the uniform, but I'm trying to remember if it was anything more than in passing. You're very... striking." And he had been on a date recently with a short-cut blue-haired girl. Even though it was really helpful to him sometimes, in this circumstance, he had to be somewhat annoyed with the Veil! He couldn't be sure, and oh was he going to be upset if he was standing right in front of the girl he'd recently shared ramen with and simply and couldn't tell.
Nephrite	"That's quite alright, Agera-san. Not all of us can handle the delicate balance of an expertise in ''both'' subjects." Masato said pleasantly-- in that terse sort of way-- of Astronomy and Astrology. His good mood couldn't be fully soured, however, as he reached for his citrus mocktail. "Well, come and sit down, then. Don't stand around like flesh-coloured bunting..." Masato nodded at another seat around the small spread of charcuterie on the coffee table. He gestured a hand to the 'striking' girl. "This is Mizuno Ami. She's Usagi's girlfriend." He took great pleasure in enunciating that, and then brought the glass to his lips for a satisfying sip. Brow cocked, and gestured minutely towards Takashi. "Ami-chan. This is Mamoru's brother, Agera Takashi."
Sailor Mercury	With a short nod of her head in polite greeting, Ami let faint smile grow into something broader and genuine. "I think we might have seen one another at school, Agera-san." Ami confirmed to the best of her ability. "But, outside of that, I don't really know. You ''also'' seem vaguely familiar to me." Adjusting her glasses, Ami leaned forward to look at Takashi's shirt. "Oh, no. Definitely not arsenic. Or chlorine. And probably every one of the alkaline metals would be an amazing way to lose a tooth, at least." She was almost absently muttering to herself now.
Takashi Agera	"Well, if we were to eludicate all of the scientific fields I have the superior expertise in, you won't be getting back to that cartoon until morning, so we should probably return to the subject at hand, ne? Though I'll grant you may also have the superior expertise in knowing who Usagi and Mamoru are dating which is, though not strictly a field of scientific study, probably requires the use of a few taxonomies and the Dewey Decimal System." He doesn't shy away from Ami look closer at his shirt, but does tilt his head and look a bit more intently at her, too. "I don't suppose you play the piano, Mizuno-san?" he asks, a relatively innocent question on where he might know her from. "And ah yes, I am Mamoru's brother, related via the blood of the covenant rather than the water of the womb, though." he notes as he moves to sit down in a nearby chair, giving both of the two their space. "You didn't answer me, Sanjouin-san, if you were interested in knowing what I learned about the provenance of your Fifth Beatle? Assuming you don't mind Mizuno-san overhearing, but given that she's still here and you haven't chased one of us off and you introduced her relative to Usagi, I'm expecting she's kosher to talk some business around.
Nephrite	"The answer was inherent in inviting you to sit down, I thought," Masato returns flatly, "Not that I don't find your company riveting, Agera-san. Truly, a walking challenge to the phrase 'cultured' meaning anything beyond a petry dish." This dismissive sort of back-and-forth, Ami might note, did not seem to hold the bite of any true hostility. Rather, it was the banter of the familiar, if also slightly exasperated. "But yes, you may bore us with details of our pretend-ite, if you like."
Sailor Mercury	Her nose wrinkled a little for something unspoken, but still clearly regarding the shirt, as she leaned back again now. Ami hummed curiously to herself and then shook her head. "I didn't know Mamoru-kun had a brother." A brow ticked a little higher. "And, sadly, I do not play the piano." Clearly, Takashi was trying to place her with ''someone else'', though she had no clue ''who''. A finger tapped by the Mercury symbol on her computer again as she considered and then a short grimace caught her. A furtive glance about the room, despite there being nobody else present. Ami just wanted to make sure. "I'm Sailor Mercury." She whispered. "We're okay here, right?" While the mystery was fun, it was definitely going to get in the way of useful communication if it continued.
Takashi Agera	"You never know. Better to ask." Takashi replies. He's smiling, though. On some level he missed this. Sure, he has his department now, but Obsidian was different when Mamoru and his guys were around. "Don't worry, I won't be long and then you'll be able to go back to your truly high-class example of American 'culture'." he says, gesturing to the cartoon. "I'm sure this will come as a terrible shock, but he's not ''your'' pretendite, he's not ''our'' anything really. Got ahold of some data from when he fought with Riventon." Takashi notes, as though Riventon is a different person, which he should treat him as in front of the Mysterious Mizuno. "Got some interaction with him too. "His Linker Core energy is subtly distorted on the wavelengths, not to the degree that the Kirakirakfantastic magic is or the Etherians are, but actually somewhat close to Black Moon's wavelengths in some ways, but still different enough I'm confident in saying it's from a totally different timestream or dimension than anything else we've encountered." he says. "So there's a standing chance that he is telling the truth but not in a way that's relevant to us. Also his wavelengths are at odds with ours which probably explains his reported feelings of being weaker than he ought to be." Takashi continues. "I think if he doesn't find his way home, he'll need to stop fighting, he's going to get killed. His wavelengths are going to weaken and someone's gonna paste the boy through a building." Ami says she doesn't play the piano, and then she just drops her henshin and like the way the Veil does, it all clicks into place suddenly, and he can see her as the short-haired sailor-suit wearing Bluentte he encountered on a couple of times. "Ah, tak Gud." he says reflexively in Swedish, in response to her giving him the information he needed to not worry about her being Sharpsong (Unless... she has two henshins? But he can't ask that, it would make him look suspicious. And what kind of person needs two henshins where neither works at Obsidian?!). "I was worried this would get awkward, but now we should be fine."
Nephrite	Ami's revelation cuts across the simple joy of Tom and Jerry-- one of the few things about American culture that Masato has bothered to take home with him-- and for a moment, Masato's head turns to stare at her as if she's suddenly purple. This was an unforseen wrinkle, and one he couldn't exactly smooth out. He couldn't easily explain who she's just given that information to, and he couldn't exactly equalise the field without kicking it up the chain. None of this situation was simple to unpack. So, Masato slowly lifted his drink, sipped again, and briefly considered how best to divert trouble about that later. Sapphire eyes returned to Takashi, for the moment. Absorbing what was reported to him about Hiddenite, and turning this over in his head. "What a shame." He clicked his tongue. "I was getting fond of the idea of him... to a degree. I can't fault him for his grit, even if he is a liar. It's obvious he's playing at a game, and maybe he's a wonderful spy. But I was hoping I might fight him and see exactly what sort of man he is, for myself..." He trailed off there, in an absent and almost wistful way. "I was curious about him. Whatever the truth is. You can't ignore a man who'll impale himself on your sword with tears in his eyes, you know?"
Sailor Mercury	Of course, there was no indication that anything was amiss and so Ami just settled into the topics at hand. "Well, I'm glad there'll be no awkwardness." Ami replied to Takashi with a smile. And a ''fifth'' Shitennou, at least on the surface of things, if she were following the conversation accurately. It was unfortunate, though, since this was news to her and she hadn't quite had the opportunity to do anything in that direction herself. The majority of her attention had been neatly split between tutoring committments, wedding preparations, and keeping Minako company in the evenings. Her attention drifted to Masato. "Is this a concern or a curiosity sort of thing?"
Takashi Agera	Takashi grits his teeth at Nephrite's comment. "I don't know, impaling yourself just to push an idea seems extreme to me." he continues. "Sort of thing a guy does to prove a point and then regrets because he's got a hole in them the next day." Even if you don't know Takashi is Hiddenite, if you know he's Riventon like Masato does, you might be able to gather where he had experiences like that before. "I mean the thing is, he can be truthful and also wrong. Like if someone said Chibi-Usa was Usagi and Mamoru's daughter; in some ways they're wrong, as she obviously wasn't born to our Usagi after the... relevant activity. But all the same, she is the daughter of ''an'' Usagi and Mamoru who are the other world's versions. Your Fifth Shitennou might be perfectly accurate in his own world, and in his own mind, but here, hew sticks out, all of his assertions are false, just like you won't find any birth records for Chibi-usa." Takashi says, calmly. "As much as I would like to only operate in a world of science and physics and hard data and repeatable experiments, we clearly don't. Magic is... magic, which means it operates outside of the bounds of expectation. Experiments repeated multiple times provide different results. So. In a world where people can come from other worlds, where memories can be altered, where we're all watching the clock to figure out when we'll lose access to our magic and our awareness of it, where normal people can see a monster and think they saw a man in a suit later? It's hard to rule things out to absolutes." "Mamoru's concern, my curiosity." Takashi answers Ami at the end of his speech. "I mean, as long as he doesn't hurt Mamoru or... become a poroblem..." Takashi says, because he can't really just say 'or get in my way' in front of Sailor Mercury "... then I don't really care. People running around calling themselves the prince or princess of whatever, or the duke of destiny, or the Pretty Cure of Protecting Potato Salad - can't keep up with it all." "Guess I won't have to forever, though. Time marches on and the Fade grows closer." This is actually a pointed jab at Masato, because he should know that Riventon won't be hit by the Fade because of his connection to Dark Energy, while it's a real concern for many Shitennou.
Nephrite	And Masato does enjoy the thought that Hiddenite did, in fact, slink off and immediately think 'oh my god, why did I do that,' immensely. It's a fun thought. Almost as fun as Riventon falling down a very long flight of stairs. They're just nice little things that can live inside his head, and make the day a little better. He smiles faintly. He waves his hand. "Yes, yes, I know. I'm a manipulator with the best of them," He glances sidelong to Ami, "...Formerly." A clearing of his throat. "Whether he's delusional, memory affected or temporally displaced makes little difference ''to me'' directly unless he gets in the way, or fails to be useful to us. I'm still going to react to him based on his character and intent." And apparently, he does not have the same reservations about the phrase 'get in the way'. Nephrite wants to fight him, study him, and press his buttons in a very personal manner. In a manner that perhaps maps to Bushido principles. "I'm a Shitennou. My only absolute is Endymion." Another sip punctuates that-- and it is correct, that it needles at him sorely. That he's been concerned about the Fade for months. That he's turned it all over and over in his head, and come out the other end with a resigned sort of determination. "And when I'm not, I'll still be Mamoru's best friend. That will just have to be enough, if it comes to it."
Sailor Mercury	A short nod was offered. ''Mamoru's concern, my curiosity.'' And that was enough for Ami to open her computer again and tap something away. Less anything specific for the moment, of course. More just a few notes for herself. This ''Fifth Beatle'', as Takashi had said, would warrant some of her own investigation at some point, because this was the sort of thing that looked an awful lot like more on Mamoru's plate. For now, at least, he seemed to need all the support he could get. "Alright, well." Ami's eyes widened briefly. "Curiosity piqued, then. Do you think you could get me some of his readings, Agera-san?" A few more clacks at keyboard and she nodded. Then she lifted her attention to Masato again. "You know, you still do ''scary'' quite well." And it might have had some weight if it weren't accompanied by a little grin. "Makoto-chan will have a good guardian, huh?"
Takashi Agera	He looks to Ami and seems to consider it... "I could see about getting you the readings, yeah, yeah. Might take me a bit. I have to get it out of the office without anyone asking awkward questions, then. Had to use Riventon's lab equipment back at Obsidian Tower to sort it out from the background noise and isolate the frequencies..." He says. This may be Ami's first introduction to the fact that THIS one of Mamoru's brothers at least ''still'' works in Obsidian at some level. Perhaps, a little late. Of course part of the reason he needs to delay is to fabricate convincing data, but how hard can it be to fool one random girl and a sparkle at that? "He used to be scarier when he worked with Riventon. Dark Energy and all. Between that and his connection to the stars - plus Dark Energy empowering his physical abilities; he was a real force to be reckoned with." Takashi seems almost wistful for it here, like he's reminiscing about it positively. "Good thing he's not like that anymore, though. We don't need more people on Obsidian's side who could handle an entire little pack of Mahoujin." he says. "Given the things your friendship has already survived, I don't believe even the Fade would break Mamoru and his boys apart." He says, smiling. It's actually meant as a compliment, a reassurance, a positive thing. "I'm the one that would need to be worried about, he has far fewer lifetimes of memories with me." he notes. Then he turns back to Ami. "You asked for the readings, are you familiar with converting magical information to technological? Do you have a system that can handle the data? It's quite complex. You might need a guide for the first go-round." It's not meant by Takashi to come off as insulting or belittling, but this is coming from someone who does consider himself the foremost authority on magic... and everything else...
Nephrite	It is the smallest, most minute shake of his head. Masato gives that and only that, sapphire eyes staring Takashi's face. It is likely impossible to tell what it's about-- whether it's fondly reminiscing about Masato's previous employment, or it's the consideration of sending her data or the hint about Takashi's own work. It's the tiniest little thing, and Takashi will do as he will with it, if he even notices. Masato's already downing more mocktail with a heavier pull. Ami's mention of Makoto grounds him, in a subtle way, with a secondary and important hope. Reminds him of something good beyond everything else to be hopeful for even in a non-magical life. To continue to work towards, and be a better man for. Guard her hopes and dreams and heart, one day. Yes. Far more important a thing than the power he once knew, and yet another thing that can survive the Fade. Still, he feels compelled to regard Takashi. "And you, Agera-san, surely don't need more than one lifetime to make a permanent impression." It sounds backhanded, but it is in fact a concession.
Sailor Mercury	Fooling pretty much anyone else was probably a very doable thing. But, those other people weren't Ami Mizuno. She patted gently at the supercomputer in her lap and offered Takashi a short nod. There was a new kind of tension drawn about her lips, though she was still smiling for the minute, and there was a brief second that sapphirine gaze darted past Masato. Of course, she probably should have known better, but still. "I'm--" She sighed and shook her head with closed eyes. "I'm perfectly familiar with the conversions, Agera-san. I just need the readings to isolate what I'll be tracking." At least now she knew she'd have to validate whatever she received. From ''Obsidian''. Goodness.
Takashi Agera	Takashi smiles back a little. "I appreciate that, Sanjouin-san. And you know that I'm always on ''your'' side, as well as Mamoru's." He says, and this isn't some sort of backhanded compliment. It may be secondary to Takashi's own goals but beyond that, he would come if Nephrite needed someone to back him up and somehow the others weren't available. Riventon would probably end up leaving telltale signs that something was off in the data, because he wasn't used to working with other actual geniuses - not since Hinoiri had lost her grip on Dark Energy. "Alright." he says, sounding unsure. "But if you get tripped up or things don't make any sense, the Shitennou, Mamoru, they know how to reach me, and I'd be happy to help..." and here, he pauses. With other individuals that looked like Ami did, he might say soemthing else, but here... "one of Mamoru and Usagi's friends." was what he ended up with. "Always glad to lend help, and you're a Sailor Soldier too, out there fighting the good fight, while I'm just passing information on to you guys from my day job." And doing his day job. Which was not fighting the 'good fight'. "Not many people in Obsidian that you guys can trust."
Nephrite	Just like that, too, the complex back and forth in Masato's mind worsens where Takashi-- where Riventon-- is involved. He's unaware of the subtleties of Hiddenite and and his alters that are the same, and what might endear him besides that distant familiarity and nostalgia, implacable for the Veil. But were the mystery revealed, it would make a terrible amount of sense. He left to California and put an ocean between himself and his past, in order to focus on the life he had ''now''. The one interferred upon. Masato Sanjouin-- the real one, crushed beneath everything else and suffocated. He'd told Rashmi that, after Obsidian, he'd not been ready to forge new connections and this was true. Hadn't trusted himself to, and wanted to be sure of himself before he did that he wasn't going to be a harmful presence in the lives of others. It occured to him, now, though, that he had never successfully cut himself off from Riventon. There were still so many complexities there, under the surface of their... bizarre relationship. He knew him, knew what to expect of him. Perhaps even missed certain things, but he couldn't say that. It was a trust of a kind, however, in that he could trust him to be ''him''. "And a great deal of trust is being placed on you," he reminded, "It's a real shame you can't come to this wedding, Agera-san. Wouldn't want you to venture off too far for lunar samples and end up floating off in a vacuum. That'd be a waste of a good tuxedo."
Sailor Mercury	She was almost certain there was subtext here. Ami knew Masato well enough now to know that he was a mastar of the art--he could have multiple conversations with just the subtext alone and it seemed Takashi was cut of a similar cloth. Regardless, whatever the relationship between Takashi, Mamoru, and Masato, there were things now in this man's hands that she was just going to have to live with. Ami was forced to arrive at the very reasonable conclusion that Minako wasn't the only senshi who needed to focus on their own downtime a little more. Perhaps taking on new students had been the tipping point. Oh well. It was too late to worry about what-ifs now. "Oh? You're not coming to the wedding?" Ami asked with a lift of brow as her attention swept back to Takashi. "That's a bit of a shame, actually." She offered a short nod, then. "And if I find myself with questions, I'll definitely come find you. You can count on it." Ami smiled.
Takashi Agera	Part of him hoped the bluentte would come to him with questions. He had a few of his own, for her. More than a few. Some would have to be asked as Riventon, though. And the wedding is brought up, and he shakes his head and gives Masato a look, because he'd been trying to avoid poking the stick TOO directly at Nephrite not being allowed to tall Ami that he was Riventon. He looked up. He wouldn't lie, of course, not unless he had to. Lying was the lowest form of deception, the simplest, the easiest. Lying was something anyone could do, telling untruths. It was far better to tell the correct truths to make someone draw the wrong conclusions, to say things without saying them, to decieve through facts. "Well, a man without a henshin - there's some places he just can't go. The Moon, I think, would be one of them." he says. "Thankfully, I was lucky enough to grow up alongside Mamoru. Perhaps it's possible some of his energy connected me and that's why I haven't lost my way to the Veil." Perhaps, but it's probably the Dark Energy. "I was born with some magic, but not much to speak of." It grew over time. "Riventon will be there, though." he notes. "And hey, I've never betrayed trust that was properly placed in me, not in all the years Mamoru has known me - which are still quite a large number, for one life." he says. "Ah, it's terrible to have to part from such clever and beautiful company..." this compliment he gives without any specifics as to who "... but my knowledge is required elsewhere. If I provide the records to Mamoru, will that be a proper chain of custody to get them to you, Mizuno-san?"
Nephrite	Masato is smug, of course, about poking at it. After all, Riventon is the Best Man, and that's quite an honour. It's a promise kept. It's a very important acknowledgement made. And there is, at least, a little joke that Masato can scrape together of that, at Takashi's own expense, whilst 'Takashi' and 'Riventon' seem to be two different people. Nothing to give it away, though. If anything, it was helping hide that fact. But it ''was'' fun to think about the day when, if all that ever came out, the blue-haired girl that Takashi found so striking might be supremely annoyed (amongst others). Mm. Stairs. All the way down. Bang. Boom. Ow. He toasted to the clever and beautiful, though, because that is true on all accounts. Ami, too, yes, (he won't begrudge a man his type), but Masato certainly exudes such qualities. "Riventon will be there, and that's sad news for all of us, yes." He drinks, snapping his fingers. "I'll pass on the bit about Hiddenite being increasingly smearable, shall I? Poor bastard. He's so punchable, as well. He hardly has a chance."
Sailor Mercury	Another nod offered and a continuing pleasant smile. "Mamoru-kun is definitely an acceptable intermediary, yes." And, for whatever it was worth, knowing that Mamoru had faith in the man was enough for her. It smoothed over something that might have otherwise been worrisome, even if a little unfair for the beleagured Prince. Yet another block atop his wobbly Jenga-tower of excessive responsibilities. Sooner or later, his drawn-on crescent would become a sine-wave. "It was nice to meet you, Agera-san." Ami offered a short wave from where she sat. "Maybe I'll see you at school."