oo5 ≈ ❝ soldier of love and justice! ❞ | slightly backdated to november theme!

[memorials]

It was a night like any other. The sun had long set as "Masumi," on her way home from the one of Juuban's photo labs -- had spotted a youma draining the life force from an innocent bystander! And obviously she couldn't have that! As she held her hand in the air, she transformed into the sailor suited soldier of love and justice... Sailor Mnemosyne!

She sprinted forward, confident that she would reach the scene in time before it was too late. Jumping up to the roof with the moonlight shining at her back, she called out bravely -- "Hold it right there!" Striking a pose, she sized up the monster below, and took note of the captive in its grip. "Picking on those who want to reminisce about loved ones is disgraceful! One of the most precious things is recalling times of spent with friends and family! In the name of the river of memories, Mnemosyne, Sailor Mnemosyne won't forgive you!"

( 'syne's new career just so happens to be that of a legit sailorsenshi!! replies as allies, enemies or even those mistaken as the 'youma' are welcome ;] )

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[braidstobows]

Another magical girl was down below, running towards the youma- which had evidently morphed itself into a remarkably cute, fluffy white creature. It was a dream of before, when she'd still been hunting him, long before she'd learned to tolerate him.

"Kyuubey!" Homura called out the name. Her eyes flickered towards the silhouette of the senshi above, then back to her prey. "You have nowhere to run at this moment."

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Shock washed over Mnemosyne's face as the other girl made the scene. They way that she was dressed... could it be? Another sailorsenshi?! With a hop down to the ground from her perch she landed softly, facing the creature, but regarding Homura with a quick flick of her gaze.

"You're familiar with this youma?" she asked, trying to make her voice as even as she could.

[braidstobows]

"I've been called a lot of names," comes a slightly childlike voice from near Mnemosyne's feet, "But never a youma. It doesn't seem like you like them very much, though."

Homura already regretted letting Kyuubey speak at all, but she brushed her hair out of her way. "I've been hunting that thing for quite some time," she says flatly.

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She turned back towards the prey, her eyes narrowing. "This is the first time I've seen one like this," she confessed, regarding the creature a little differently now. Why didn't it attack them? It was certainly smaller than most youma, but -- there was something else. Something about those eyes... "What is it?"

[braidstobows]

"I'm Kyuubey!" He cheerfully waved a paw up at Mnemosyne, completely contradicting the impression Homura had tried to give. He was, after all, truly interested in a magical girl he couldn't place himself.

"He is a nuisance." Homura's straight face was another lesson in contrast, next to that good-natured friendliness.

[memorials]

There was a sharp gasp from Mnemosyne as the youma spoke. Sure, they could speak every now and then, but coherency and even friendliness... that was a little hard to come by in their kind

Mnemosyne looked from the girl to the creature in surprise, realizing that she wasn't all that shocked by his willingness to communicate. She decided, this time, to turn back towards the animal.

"Kyuu...bey? Is that your name?"

[braidstobows]

She could send an arrow through Kyuubey right now- but it wouldn't stop him, and besides, this foolish girl in front of her was already a magical girl, and not the one she intends to protect. Homura settled for... monitoring the conversation.

It left Kyuubey the chance. "I'm sorry if I haven't given a very good impression," he put on a small show of regret. "We've had our own arguments after knowing each other this long."

Only a sharp eye would have caught Homura's quick, unfeigned surprise. Did he know-? Her one trump card...

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"Knowing... eachother?" That wasn't exactly the role of a youma, which made her frown as she repeated his words. This creature... "What -- are you?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer, persued -- "Are you allies?" she wondered. Was this something akin to the guardians of Mau?

[braidstobows]

"We are not allies." This time, Kyuubey seemed content to let Homura speak uninterrupted. "We have many causes to disagree and have no goal in common."

This was, strictly, true.

[waterfell]

"Don't interfere!" Before Mnemosyne could leap down to enter the fray, there was someone else on the roof to stop her, a blue-haired senshi with dark markings on her uniform. Mercury drew back her sword to a ready position and sized up the other girl. "I have a use for it. If you continue to get in my way, you'll also end up hurt."

She was dreaming of her past, of memories and regrets mingled together, stifled in waking life and forced into dreams. And just like she had back then, she was taking this energy to stabilize her mother, who was rapidly losing hers due to Princess Snow Kaguya's curse.

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Looking towards the source of the voice with, she felt her stomach quickly rise into her throat. That girl was...! But any traces of panic immediately hardened themselves again as she doned a serious look. "That youma is attacking an innocent person!"

[waterfell]

"That youma is following its orders." Mercury's answer was less than reassuring. "If you want to go farther with this..." She shifted her stance subtly, "then defeat me - if you can."

There was no sign of wavering in her too-dark eyes as Mercury watched Mnemosyne's every motion. Below them, the monster was already beginning to drain and store its terrified victim's energy.

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"Following orders?!" her eyebrows laced up in confusion as the reality of the situation set in -- "You mean you -- !!" her surprise contorted into a mixture of desperation. "But you're a sailorsenshi! We're not supposed to fight one another!"

[waterfell]

"What do I care about 'we're both sailor senshi'?" Mercury returned. "We have opposite intentions here." And that meant, the question of sailor senshi aside, they were going to fight.

Still, Mnemosyne's emotion could be useful. While they faced each other, the youma had nearly finished gathering its energy. Mercury was willing to argue for as long as that took.

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"Why!" came her next question quickly, "Why would a sailor senshi send out a youma to hurt someone?! I don't... I won't believe it!" and with that, she jumped backwards, raising her hand into the sky, and readying to aim an attack at the creature. She wouldn't be afraid... this was the right thing to do!

"Myosotis Al--"

[waterfell]

Mercury didn't even let the words finish before a quick slash against the air with her own sword sent an arc of dark energy straight at Mnemosyne. There was no hesitation to suggest that she was conflicted, not now.

She took a strong stance after releasing the attack, already preparing for more. "You were already told not to interfere," she said coldly.

[memorials]

Mnemosyne jumped back, her fuku catching the swords's tip as her eyes widened. Was she going to have to fight another sailor senshi? "How could..." her eyes glistened, obviously tormented by the choice, "how could you?!"

[waterfell]

That, perhaps even more strangely than anything up until then, made Mercury pause, just for an instant. But she couldn't bring herself to speak of her motives, too personal and too private.

Too emotional herself. There was no place for that, here.

"I have my own goals and purposes," was all she said.

[luv_n_looks]

Oh my god.

Everyone has humiliating moments. The ones they spend every waking moment keeping shut away tightly so they don't want to throw themselves off a cliff.

Well. This is definitely going in the top spot for Mina.

"We're making out!" she groans loudly at the intrusive Senshi. Seriously, why did it have to be a Senshi. With a speech and everything. Oh good god.

scream!!! mina......

[memorials]

There was the sensation that she had dropped several floors instantly, where her stomach was caught somewhere in her throat. A pink, then reddish hue set into her cheeks as the realization sunk in. "Wh-what?!" she pulled back into herself, eyes widening as her hands flew up to cover her mouth. "You mean y- you're not in trouble??"

[luv_n_looks]

Shooing the roadie away, Mina turns to face the bungler with a displeased look and fists on her hips.

"No. Never was. I think you need to work on your danger-dar a bit there, sweetheart."