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It felt cold. Cold, and rather damp. Rosalind was now conscious, yet she didn't open her eyes-- she didn't remember being unconscious. Was he going to kill her? Had she done something wrong? Questions flickered in her brain as she waiting for an impending beating that she did not deserve. This wasn't supposed to happen to ladies.

Then she was nudged, asked if she was alright. It didn't sound like Taranis. Rosalind slightly opened one of her eyelids, but there was no semblance of what she had remembered. It was dark and there was no Sailor Taranis to be seen. There was, however, a tall brunette boy with angel wings. He felt like a sailor scout, but his appearance led her to believe otherwise. Plus he had saved her-- did that make him her guardian angel?

"Who are you?" Rosalind inquired, trying to make out the young man's facial features while doing so. It was useless, though, because it was too dark. He told her that it wasn't time to ask questions. She needed to get to the hospital, and she needed to do it right then. He also told her she'd have to undo her transformation and meet up with him then.

He had to go, but he'd be back. "Wait! You don't know my name! It's Elegancia!!" He had already disappeared out of sight, but hopefully the angelically-dressed boy had heard her. Turns out he wasn't her guardian angel, but Rosalind trusted him all the same. As the Soldier of Wealth powered down, she realized that her foot was crushed, almost in half. She didn't know how she'd cross the street and get to the hospital.

Fortunately, Elegancia had found an older woman who was willing to guide her across (It was rather embarrassing, though). Unfortunately, however, the old woman turned out to be too good-hearted for her own good. The woman wanted to stay and make sure that she would be okay. Elegancia had to pay the old hag off with a wad of cash and a canister of gourmet mints imported from Italy.

After everything was said and done, Elegancia was now safe and sound in a sterile-white hospital room and a cast on her dainty little foot. Elegancia laid back and waited. Who was that boy, and when would he show up?

When it was Elzo Xanis who waltzed through the door, and not the previously suave Sailor Castor, Elegancia felt tempted to shriek at the top of her lungs. Especially when he locked the door behind himself-- that raised a red flag. No, it swung around a red flag and sounded several sirens. Of course Elegancia remembered who he was! Boys were so stupid like that-- they thought girls never remembered anything, when in fact, they remembered everything. He was the disgusting panty thief who assaulted her in the mall. She would never forget the embarrassment she felt on that day.

Then he flashed his henshin pen, and the sirens were calmed-- but Elegancia was still wary. Shocked, more than anything. She sat, eyes leering, blanket covering her whole body. Elzo would be damned before he got a peep of so much as an elbow. "Well," she started, now that he was finally finished, "it's flattering that you know so much about me. Really, it is." Elegancia was tempted to say something like 'well, he touched me inappropriately,' but decided against it. She was not a liar. "I can't remember what it was exactly that I had told him, but... I simply pointed out the fact that he did not have the right to refer to himself as a man. And that is not a lie." Elegancia pulled a hand out from beneath the blanket and ran it through her glossy hair. "Everything that you have said may be true," she began solemnly, "but I feel that if someone is not trying their best then it ought to be pointed out and brought to their attention."

Elegancia never stopped to think about her own work output.

"And I did not throw the shoe, as you so eloquently put it. A lady does now throw. I simply... Tried to get his attention with my shoe. I was not finished talking to him, and he would not have responded otherwise. He does not listen to what I have to say. And while I appreciate the name of Cinderella, she's a lovely princess, but that's not who I am known as. You may address me as Elegancia." She began to think about the events that transgressed thereafter, but it hurt.

"He proved me right, you know. Real men don't raise their hands to women. Call me old-fashioned, but that's just what I was brought up to believe. I don't know what kind of high sense of morals he has, but they're obviously awful."

The cast was so clunky and... Unattractive. This thought is probably what bothered her above all at the moment.

"Excuse me?" Elegancia stared at Elzo incredulously when he had finished his tirade of vulgarities and put-downs. There may have been some truth in the things he had to say, no matter how awful they came across, but Elegancia did not respond well to swear words. Especially when they were directed at her! She was like a (beautiful and not fat) cow-- she needed to be gently prodded, not harshly pushed. "Look, buster, I do not know who you think you are talking to, but I am not going to tolerate much more of you and your expletives. They are offensive."

After getting that out of her system, she paused, then continued, "anyways. I did not, and do not want your opinion. Maybe if it wasn't laced with under-handed punches and obscenities. And for your information, I do not criticize everyone. Sailor Perseus and I are wonderful comrades and she understands me." Elegancia began to ponder which fellow scouts she had met. There was Perseus, of course, and MuCephei... She was an elegant soldier who stood on equal footing in Rosalind's eyes. Then there was Chaonis, whom she felt a love-hate connection with, Ares, who she felt was an alright soldier, and lastly, Taranis. Rosalind did not need to think on him-- she knew what was up.

"You may think what you like, but I would not allow anyone to die. You cannot simply make assumptions based on one single instance of failure. If you need my resume, look for Sailor Perseus. Or Derpraline. Taranis is just as awful as I supposedly am-- and just because he is a Super does not grant him the right of being... Just... Ugh." Rosalind pursed her lips and looked out the window. What right did Elzo have to come in here and be such a jerk, anyways?! She felt embarrassed that she regarded him as an angel of sorts. How wrong she was!!

"My morals are not important. I would not blindly impose them on someone and then contradict myself like a certain Soldier of Dirt I know. And even so, what does it matter to you?" While still staring out the window, Elegancia's stare fixed upon a red-leaved tree just outside the hospital. It was soothing and elegant, and granted the brunette some solace. She didn't know why. "The morals I would like to talk about are those of this 'Beryl.' Why is she sending people out to kill?"

Apparently, being a senshi hinged upon seniority. As a civilian, Elegancia sat upon the top of the social ladder. She needn't answer to anyone because, well, she had the money and established family to back her up. But as Sailor Rosalind, everything she was used to became completely opposite-- she was no longer a perfect lady of outstanding quality, but a sailor-suited warrior meant for battle. No matter what she did, the brunette just could not get a handle on being a "good" scout.

"Well, what if I never asked for this, hm? What then?!" Elegancia's eyes began glaze over with tears, but she wouldn't allow them to flow. "I am not a warrior. I know that. But I just cannot do this-- how am I going to explain a broken foot?" She recalled her battle with Black Lady Serenity, who had bludgeoned her jaw out of its place. Elegancia still felt that her father didn't believe her when she said she had fallen on a public bathroom sink. And for good reason, obviously. "I do not want anyone to die, I can say that in all honesty. But do I think I am cut out for this job? Well, you are obviously so keen on bringing up my flaws-- why don't you answer that one for me?" Her voice quavered as she carried on, but Elegancia tried her best to cover it up. "And I'm expected to battle this Beryl woman? Hah!"

Although she felt as if her personal space had been invaded (she didn't normally allow people within arm's distance of her), Elegancia appreciated the sentiment behind it all. Additionally, a part of the elegant young lady kind of wanted to point out how some made mistakes more often than others (herself not included, of course), but decided against it. Even the oft-tactless Elegancia knew when it was best to leave things unsaid, and now was one of those times. "Well, I also think that Derpraline saw chocolate in me more than anything." Elegancia smiled in return to Elzo, albeit a lippy-and-toothless one.

Everything was fine and dandy now, how felicitous! But then he dropped another bomb. He was here to help. What did he mean by that? She thought he had come into her room to talk down to her, or something, and felt that he was finished! As such, Elegancia felt as though she could breathe, for he would be leaving soon-- but apparently not. "Oh. What do you mean by that?" Elegancia kind of felt as if she wanted to bribe him off to leave, but she knew it wouldn't work. "What kind of help?" She inquired, while taking a lock of hair and twirling it in her fingers.

"Uhm. Well, while I do find the offer to be quite alluring," she began, twirling a lock in her fingers, "I'm not so sure I can... accept your offer?" Elegancia was mentally scrambling to find an excuse as to just why she couldn't take him up on his training sessions. She could always say she had dance lessons-- or maybe her father didn't let her go out? No, she had a date!! Well, she didn't, and she was an awful liar. Uhm, uhm, uhm...

"Besides, even if I did want to do so, what about my leg?" She proceeded to release the twirled hair and point at the rather ugly cast that was propped up in the air. "I do not think I would be too useful to you at this point, would I?" Elegancia smiled sheepishly, but inside she was thinking something like 'a-ha! Now what are you going to say?!' Still, there was a part of her that knew just what it was that she needed to do.

Elegancia, a.k.a. Sailor Rosalind, the Soldier of Wealth, needed to fulfill her duties as a sailor scout. And maybe taking up Elzo on his offered training session would be the best way to go about doing that? Who knew. She stared at him as he presented his personal cell phone, not sure what to do. "... Could you bring me my purse?" Elegancia's clutch was just out of reach-- it was on a table on the opposite side of the room. "My phone is in there, but I cannot get up, sadly."

Yessss, bullet dodged. For now.

"Wait, what?" Elegancia cocked her head at Elzo when he mentioned 'full-healed leg in cast.' Although she had never really stopped to notice it before, she must have had some sort of rapid regeneration-- how often had she been scratched, bruised, bumped, slapped, punched, and healed up a few days after? It was something she had just written off as just really good d'Strella genes, but apparently, it was a perk of being a sailor-suited soldier of love and justice. "That... doesn't sound pleasant, not in the least, to be completely honest..." At that point, training with the pervie Elzo did not seem like such an awful task.

The brunette instinctively snatched her purse from Elzo when he brought it to her, grasping it to her body. It had all of her makeup and other precious things in them, and were it to be lost, her life would be ruined. A life without makeup was a life not worth living. Elegancia chuckled patronizingly at the 'heavy as a brick' comment, throwing a rather haughty smile at Elzo all the while. "Well, the first thing I'd like to know, is how and when did you become a soldier? What were you like? Who awakened you?" Elegancia wanted to ask something more like 'and how bad did you mess up your first few battles,' but thought it an inappropriate time to do so-- she did not want to incur his tirade of vulgarities once more.

She readied herself to take notes on what not to do, based on the answers Elzo gave.

For a moment, Elegancia envisioned just exactly a 'bag of dicks' might look like and promptly scrunched her face up in disgust. Truly, it was a horrible image, and she couldn't imagine why Elzo would want to use such a phrase in the first place. She was partially angry at the young man for putting such an idea in her head, but dispelled the thought when a new question came up in her toughts.

"This Beryl woman--" Elegancia stopped for a second, to phrase the question properly, "she's out to kill sailor soldiers? Or does she have a broader goal in mind?" The brunette felt partially embarrassed for asking such basic questions. These were supposed to be basic things that all senshi were supposed to know, were they not? Luckily, though, Elegancia didn't have to feel too bad-- Elzo wasn't always the cocky jerk he seemed to be now. If becoming an Eternal scout was so entitling, maybe she'd benefit from doing so as well?