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Sailor Walküre looked at the map of the city. 'If I were a bad guy, where would I be?' she thought. Father never took her into the rough parts of town, so she wasn't exactly sure how to get to them.

She navigated her way from the Crystal dorms down the streets, and into the slums, heels click clacking all the way. It wasn't very conspicuous, but super heroes didn't come with their own cars. Walküre figured she'd ask for a Batmobile for Christmas... or at least a little Vespa to scoot around on.

It wasn't hard to tell when she got to this fabled "dirt bowl" she had heard about; there was garbage everywhere, and all sorts dirty looking people laying on the sidewalk. Walküre folded up her map and put it down the front of her fuku top; she didn't bring her purse with as she was afraid it might get stolen.

She stopped at a corner and waited for the crosswalk light to change.

Walküre looked around quickly to see the hooker the voice was talking about, and soon realized that he was talking about her. She stomped one of her gold boots to the ground, "Hooker!? I am no hooker! How dare you talk to a lady like that!"

Surely this had to be coming from a yoma or some sort of villain; even the bums had enough class to not say something like that. She unconsciously pulled at the bottom of her skirt, suddenly wishing it was longer. Maybe if this costume were a bit more tasteful, she wouldn't have this problem. A long sigh escaped from her lips.

After looking for a bit, she spied a shadowy figure hiding in the darkness of the alley. "You! Reveal yourself and address me properly before I destroy you evil doer!"

To be honest, Walküre hadn't gotten the witty pre-battle chat down yet, so she could only guess as to what would sound right. No matter though, the perpetrator wouldn't last long, and wouldn't be able to tell any other bad guys how lame she sounded.

Her face turned a deep red as Castor circled around her. She was used to Father's business partners looking at her like that, but never someone around her own age. Then again, she did go to an all girls school.

"You're a senshi also? Hum, and here I thought you just had poor taste in fashion," Walküre said as she pointed at his shorts. They weren't very attractive, but at least they had pockets. "You remind me of a little school boy, instead of someone who should be out this late," she chirped with a bit of a smile across her face. Of course, she was just a school girl, and not someone who should be out late either, but with the way her uniform hugged her curves, she could probably pass for older. Plus, she hoped her comment got him back a little for confusing her for a hooker.

"I am Sailor Walküre, the senshi of battle. I assume you're on patrol here for evil, yes?"

She turned to the hissing noise, but since Castor didn't look worried, Walküre figured she didn't have anything to worry about either.

'Is he coming on to me?' she pondered. The answer was of course yes, and a very obvious one at that.

"I'm up here," Walküre said, but of course her words didn't match her actions as she shimmied her shoulders a bit which caused her breasts to jiggle a little bit. "And I don't look like a foldout."

Again, what she was saying didn't match her.

This was alright though, because this could be something she could leverage to her advantage. Maybe she could get Castor to do most of the leg work in finding the monsters, and just have him signal her when he found them. Well, except she didn't know if the senshi had a secret bird call to signal for trouble or anything like that. She didn't even know how many senshi there were; Castor was the first one she had encountered.

"For what I do," she said with extra stress on the 'do', "I battle. I pound my opponents. I take it you have the power to bring down hail on all those pimps and whores."

Sailor Walküre felt a chill go down her spine. Something didn't feel right. It was as if something was watching them... "Castor, did you come here alone tonight, or do you have one of your friends lecherously watching from the shadows?"

The yoma hissed and half spat out, "Humm, yesss... You are being watched." Then it lunged at the clearly distracted senshi fangs out and tongue flapping. If it could claim the star seed from one first, the other would be easy pickings. They both looked so tasty it would be hard to choose!

Oh no! A real yoma! Sailor Walküre hadn't dealt with any yet. She wasn't very sure on what to do, but she knew if she was going to have the power to battle, she better figure it out quick.

She hopped behind the monster and grabbed it's shoulders, trying to pry it off of Castor. It's grip was firm, and it seemed like she wasn't pulling hard enough, so she'd have to try something else since the monster was pretty much ignoring her at this point.

Walküre raised her leg until her knee was up to her chest (which if Castor wasn't busy being attacked, he probably would have liked the view), and then drove her heel into the calve of the yoma. It let out a loud scream, and then rolled off of Castor grabbing at the wound she left in it.

When Walküre heard Castor shout out his attack, she saw little pieces of hail rain down onto the yoma. She mimicked her fighting partner, and curled into a defensive ball. The hail stung when it hit her, but it seemed to do more damage to their opponent. It hissed as it was pelted. "Destroying me will do nothing senshi! Cut me down, and two more of my brothers will spring up in my place!"

"Shut up," Walküre said as she stood back up, "no one likes a drama queen who doesn't know how to shut up and die." She knew that now would be the time for her to deliver her attack to make sure this thing wasn't going to be slithering away. "GLORIOUS BATTLE" she cried and charged at the yoma unleashing a series of hard, fast punches and kicks.

"NOOOOOOOO" the yoma screamed as it vanished.

Out of breath and chest rising and falling, Sailor Walküre looked at where the monster was. Frankly, she was impressed. This senshi stuff wasn't as hard as it seemed it was going to be.

"Are you alright?"

She shifted so that the torn part of the skirt faced away from him. She would be more embarrassed, but frankly, it wasn't the most important thing on her mind. Really, a real yoma had just attacked them! Well, that and the attention was kind of nice.... She figured she'd have to go out and buy some shorter skirts to wear on the weekend if this was the reaction they got.

"Um...." she stuttered, "I could give you my number, but then you'd know my secret identity." Not that there was much secret between them now that Castor had seen almost every bit of her.

Walküre pulled the map out of her cleavage and pointed to a spot on it. The intersection of Castro and 4th St. "We can patrol together again here in two nights. That will give me enough time to buy a second cell phone that you can contact me on."

She blushed at him, "I hope my costume mends itself before then..."