Souji leaned on the balcony overlooking the nightclub, listening to the rhythmic bass thrum of the music, as deep and regular as the sound of a train. When he looked under the edge of his glasses, he could see the dry-ice fog swirling on the dance floor, but all the patrons of the club had a pair of their own, handed out by the mascot-suited bouncer at the door, so everything was okay. Even if the strobing lights sometimes made their eyes look yellow, he knew everything was going smoothly -- the DJ kept looking up from his booth to flash a smile and a thumbs-up, as if he could hear Souji's thoughts beamed directly into his headphones.

The waitress was busy, consulting her big black album of drink recipes to advise the patrons on what to order, and behind her the bartender continuously mixed and re-mixed drink ingredients, producing a multicolored array of cocktails, each in their own specially shaped glass.

Souji looked down, realizing that he was turning a chopstick in his hand, marked red on one end. He gave it a smile.

He was King of the Club... and it was good to be the King.

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 ;] )

For a pet shop, it's oddly quiet. But the animals seem contented, many laying down or catching a nap with their fluffy tails curled around themselves. The awake ones lightly paw at their long ears or attentively watch passers-by. They all seem to be in good spirits.

They're also all the same breed, with soft and luxurious fur and cutely mischievous expressions. Swirled markings on their fur create a somewhat dramatic effect.

Amid the innumerable myriad cages is Homura, dressed in a uniform and apron that suggest she works here. She does not look particularly like the nurturing sort for her charges. Instead, she stands against the wall nearest the door, with her arms folded across her chest. Once or twice, she bangs on the bars of one of the cages with her hand.

(ooc: pictures of the cute animals)