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Another day at Fondue Haus, another day with aching feet. If Dale didn't have another shift the next day, she would've thrown her apron on the ground and stomped it mercilessly into the dust. But, Mr. Rook was busy and she hadn't quite gotten the hang of doing her own laundry yet. (One time, the poor man had walked-- sorry, slipped in to the laundry room with suds all over the floor. "Well, it needs soap for it to be clean, right?" Dale had retorted. Oh, dear.)

In the streets near the restaurant, the glint of a winged tiara caught Dale's blue eyes. She let an intoxicating smirk overcome her features. Things had been annoying since her last encounter with the Senshi of Battle. How appropriate was it for Variscite to woo her! Amour was a battle fought skillfully by not just the young people of Destiny City, but the Vikings of long ago.

Dale sauntered behind a large tree and let her lieutenant's uniform melt onto her. Would she take Walküre's Seed tonight? Probably not. She already had the senshi dancing in the palm of her hand, what use would it be to cut it short?

Of course, all this was an excuse for: "She could beat the living s**t out of me if I tried." But Variscite would never admit it.

Walküre wasn't like the other girls. She knew some of the truth. She knew, at least, that Variscite hadn't been beaten for nothing. She knew that Variscite wasn't pathetic. No, Variscite wasn't. She would get stronger, strong enough to beat Walküre someday.

Until then, Variscite walked away from the line of trees, her eyes focused solely on the Valkyrie.

If Variscite could read thoughts, she would've been all over that. It would've been chocolate fondue, even. No, first steak in au juice, then chocolate fondue. With strawberries. She'd rent out the entire building and shoo out all the workers. Oh, wouldn't that be fun.

Well, perhaps if she wasn't broke.

The wind was always lovely with Variscite's sash. When you had short hair and a generally short uniform, you needed something long to accent it. Variscite had wanted to try wearing a yellow feather boa to match, but she had forgotten. Oh, well.

To be honest, Variscite wished that she could have been dressed like Annie Lennox as she approached the Valkyrie. Or at least had one of her cars with her. She would never forgive her father for that. For certainly, it wasn't her fault that the accident happened. It was anyone's fault but her's.

"You look so much better around here than in an alley. Places like that just don't suit you," she drawled.

Variscite didn't move forward to greet the senshi. No, she'd let Walküre strut herself over. And strut she could, even her posture screamed that she wanted something more than a beating. All she needed to do was the 'bend and snap' move, really. It would've been annoying if it hadn't been Walküre, but the fact that the Battle Senshi was working her moves to impress her... well, that was something new and adorable.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have any Star Seeds on me. I'll be nice, though. You can deck me, anyway," Variscite laughed. "Yeah, go ahead and hit me. I've healed up enough, I need more abuse."

Variscite leaned forward so she was almost at the senshi's height, and patted her own cheek. "Right here, go ahead. Give it all you've got."

And then Variscite got walloped in the face. As the woman went reeling back, she had to think-- what exactly had she done to merit getting punched in the face?

Oh, right. She had flirted... and the Senshi of Battle took her seriously. She learned the difficult way to never joke with Sailor Walküre when it came to blows.

Variscite stumbled back a few steps, and then decided to dramatize it up by falling on her rear. She lifted a hand to her injured cheek, which would surely bruise.

"Well, if the General-King asks what I've been up to, at least I have proof of battle," said Variscite. She offered a bitter chuckle before rising back to her feet. "Right, perhaps that will serve me in the end..."

She was blushing angrily at herself.

"Who do you senshi serve, anyway? I doubt they could be as fearsome as our General-King. ... Why do you take orders from them, anyhow?" Variscite looked almost pleading, but it was just for a moment. "Oh, forget it. We shouldn't talk about things like that now, should we?"

Variscite's smirk widened as she walked beside the senshi and snaked an arm around her waist.

Variscite smiled and put her hand over the Valkyrie's. She could've gotten what she wanted. It would be easy to get what she wanted from this senshi.

However, that wouldn't be fun, would it? A simple taking with little reward. It would be better, in the long-run, to let this "relationship" grow more before plucking. Better-tended trees gave better fruit, after all.

"Children often say that kisses make injuries feel better," Variscite laughed. "Maybe a kiss on the cheek from the Senshi of Battle would heal my wounds."

Variscite let go of her hand and looked away.

"It was my own fault for joking like that with you. I should've known better. Senshi are taught only to battle. They get paranoid, scared. The only things they're taught to do is act or re-act. Throw the first punch or defend. Our Queen and leaders teach us so much more. They give us power, but they also teach us to lead. They teach us to rely on not only ourselves, but on our companions. We're far closer than any senshi team..."

Variscite shrugged, and put on the drama by looking forlornly at the sky.

"How could I have expected you to do anything else?"

Variscite smiled when Walküre spoke about fighting evil.

"Evil? Really," she ran a hand over Walkure's hair, almost petting her like a lapdog. At least it was affectionate. "That's funny. You see, we see you senshi as the evil ones."

Variscite took a step away and started to slowly pace while explaining her 'situation'. Most of it was false, of course. The Negaverse was evil. They killed innocent people, and who knows what would happen if they succeeded? But Variscite had a way with words. Oh, Walküre didn't know what was about to hit her.

"We follow our Queen because we believe that her rule is what is best for the Earth. Some might call her power hungry, but I don't think so. We are her family. She is our leader, but our mother as well."

If Variscite hadn't been working so hard to convince the pretty senshi, she would've laughed at the 'mother' statement. She did laugh about it later on that evening, in fact. Beryl was terrifying, certainly no mother.

"We do these unfortunate things because we have to. I take no pleasure in hurting others. I mean, you saw me. I end up getting hurt the most."

Variscite offered a pathetic smile. Ugh, she hated trodding herself down. But, well, Walküre had a nice rack... and she could beat her into the dirt. Variscite would have to work on that.

"We do it so that she can lead Earth. There will be peace, order, and no more pain. That's how we see it... that's our goal."

Gag.

Unfortunately, Variscite had taken the time to make sure that she had a high ability score in Charisma. This plus a couple of high rolls put the advantage towards Variscite's speech.

The lieutenant turned around and looked at Walküre closely. She was silent, waiting. Finally, she sighed:

"You're not questioning my sanity. That's refreshing. Most people attack without even listening. It's nice that the Senshi of Battles listens to the motives of her enemies. Informed soldiers are the best, don't you think?"

She walked over to a bench and sat down.

"What about your Queen? I'm not asking for secrets or anything," she waved her hand, dismissing the idea. "I just want to know why this Queen has so many soldiers fighting for her. What does she want with the Earth?"