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Apparently, Senshi did this thing called "Patrol," and now that Tallulah was Sailor Europa, she ought to be doing this as well. Despite pressure for more Senshi videos, she left her camera at home - it would seem suspicious if she was always there whenever there was a fight.

The night had started out quiet - she'd patrolled through the neighborhood and past the playground, but nothing in the way of Youma activity had really happened there since the blue elephant battle. Leaving the subdivision, she passed the library, which was as quiet as it ever was, and headed towards downtown.

Here, something smelled foul. A bit of investigation turned up a trail of, well, garbage. Wrinkling her nose, Europa began following it. She stepped gingerly and tried to do her best not to step in it (who knew if Senshi uniforms were self cleaning?), but when you were doing a bizarre sort of superhero run-jump combination, you were bound to make a few missteps. As a result, her boots lost their pristine shine. Luckily, being Senshi of the Deep seemed to come with the perk of waterproof shoes.

The Youma source of the trash came into view. Europa stopped.

"s**t," said someone.

Europa looked around and spotted another Senshi. A male Senshi. Her fist instinct was to go hide somewhere, but, she reminded herself, she was no longer a silly mortal with a camera. She was a sailor-suited warrior of justice.

"I think it's time to take the trash out," she said, looking at him. "Are we the clean-up crew?"

Oh, god, the smell was horrendous! Her second night out and she ran into possibly the grossest monster yet! That was just her luck wasn't it? Still, she at least needed to give her challenge. It seemed pretty obligatory and the creature deserved to know who was beating the s**t out of her.

She gave a wary glance to Sailor Castor, who likewise seemed to be waiting, and then looked back to the disgusting, dripping thing before them. "Still waters run deep!" she cried. "I am Sailor Europa!"

Okay, obligatory camp over. She still wasn't quite sure what her attack did, but it was a fair enough guess to go ahead and try it out. After all, there was safety in numbers, so if it didn't work then Castor could always save her a**.

"Europa deep ocean pressure!" she called out.

The creature froze on the spot, and then slowly began to ooze and crumble apart.

Europa stared. She was still not totally sure what this attack did, between the collapsing s**t-for-brains monster and the constipated blue elephant.

Europa did not think that this was particularly funny, but then again, it was her boots that the thing was biting. At present, her only priority was to finish the thing off, though she was pretty impressed that, for such a huge creature, it had mostly dissolved as soon as they hit it with anything, leaving, quite simply...

Well, this. Whatever it was.

"Gwarffffaaaaanuuuuuga!" cried the thing, as it railed against the shaft of her boot. However, its strength was roughly proportionate to its size and it packed about as much punch as a Yorkshire terrier.

Europa frowned and tried to do her best to not think of the thing as a Yorkshire terrier. Thankfully, this wasn't too hard because, beyond size, the thing had nothing in common with a puppy. She shook the thing off her leg, and then, when the thing came back for round two, brought her foot down on it with a very satisfying squelch.

It flailed for a moment and then went still, its many limbs continuing to jerk occasionally. She ground her foot down, determined that this would be the end of the slimy menace. Dark, foul-smelling slime oozed out from beneath her heel.

She removed her foot from the wreckage and stepped gingerly away from the stinking, oozing, slightly steaming corpse. She looked at Castor. "That was... anti-climactic."

"A couple weeks," replied Europa, rounding up from One-and-a-Half and not mentioning that this was only her second battle. She'd done fine, after all, and it wasn't all that important, anyway! She folded her arms over her chest, partially to give the impression of seriousness and partially because she didn't like how he'd been sizing up her breasts just then.

"I wasn't aware the uniforms were gender specific," she said, but then again, this was the girl who was allied with Pyxis, and he wore a skirt. "And yes, it's Europa."

She wasn't sure if he wanted to be called Sailor Castor or just plain Castor or what, but whoever he was, she was going to pretend he wasn't flirting with her so obviously.

The youma slime had begun to smoke and sizzle, still smelling foul, but now it seemed that, with its brains gone, it was melting - or evaporating- away.

"Self cleaning, huh," remarked Europa.

"They're not so bad," replied Europa. She'd never really thought about how she ought to be cold, running around in such a minimal uniform. Sometimes it was a bit chilly, but never enough to be uncomfortable.

The gathering crowd, however, was making her uncomfortable. "Yeah," she agreed. "Let's bounce."

She wasn't quite sure what he meant about the whole jumping thing. She remembered seeing people jump off roofs during the fight at Meadowview, but she hadn't tried anything quite like that yet. She had tried some little jumps, just to make her running faster, but nothing in the realm of leaping tall buildings in a single bound.

"What's the jumping thing," she added, for the sake of curiosity, "And do you have anywhere in mind? "

It was a higher jump than Europa had ever made before. Still, she was not one to easily back down and, also, she really wanted to get out of this crowd. She followed Castor, managing to make the jump but stumbling a bit on the landing. He made it look so easy!

Then again, she supposed he'd had a lot more practice than she had. She followed Castor to the second rooftop, again stumbling on the landing, but stood up as if nothing had happened.

Under normal circumstances, Tallulah Cowden would never follow strange boys she had just met onto deserted rooftops. However, these were not normal circumstances and she was not Tallulah Cowden - she was Sailor Europa, Senshi of the Deep (she'd figured it out since last time), and this was an ally. Or, at least, she hoped it was. It could be a trap.

She hadn't considered that.

"What now?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest once more.

Europa was not keen on making out with the sketchy guy who could not keep his eyes to himself. She rolled her eyes at his suggestion and shifted her weight, trying to keep him from trying to size up her butt any more than he already had.

"I'll take the question and answer option," she said, and thought that she could get used to this superhero thing if it meant she got to keep coming up with tacky one-liners like the ones she'd been dropping all evening. "How long have you been doing this, and who are the other uniformed group, the ones we fight against?"

She kept her tone clipped and a bit businesslike, just to prove that she would not be an easy score.