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Sailor Pasiphae never knew what to expect on her patrols, although she did know that she increasingly found enemies. On some level, it was disturbing to her. The more she fought the more it seemed she was needed to fight... even though she wasn't always confident that she could handle these problems on her own. She had worked so long with fellow Senshi that it was strange to her to fight alone. That seemed to be what she would have to do tonight, though, as she followed a youma energy signature. What she saw made her pick up speed--there was a man down there!

The Shame Senshi jumped down from the rooftop and thrust herself between the youma and the pizza-carrying civlian, her voice ringing out as she shouted, "Run--I'll take care of this!" The sooner the man got to safety, the better off both of them would be. He'd be out of harm's way, and the Senshi would be better able to focus on her snarling, drooling opponent. At the moment, she simply stood her ground, her fists raised as she prepared to raise her shield (if necessary) to keep the youma distracted.

If Pasiphae had heard the comparison between herself and one of DCs leading ladies, she would've been quite flustered. As it was, however, her attention was pretty much totally occupied by the youma that she was trying to protect the pizza carrying civilian from. She took no offense at his doubt, if only because it matched with her own, to some extent. She was only one person, and she wasn't always sure that she was the best person. At the same time... she was also the one person at, the moment, who had experience fighting youma.

Then the youma lunged forward, and Pasiphae slid into action. It was too risky to call for her shield immediately, so she punched it in the side to drive it back. This gained her a bit more time as she stood between the civlian and the dog-like youma, shouting, "Pasiphae Shameful Isolation!" The maroon shield settled around her and would fend off the attacks, for the time being. She turned her head as best she could to call back to the man, "Run, please... I can only throw the shield around myself, and it won't last long!"

Pasiphae's attention was entirely focused on her shield as it repelled the youma's attack, but at least it held. That meant it would stand at least one more blow if the youma attacked again. After that, though, there were no guarantees. She needed to think of a plan and fast.

She stared at the civilian's hand through her marroon shielding, and she tried her best to convince him to go without her. Her voice was a bit frantic but definitely demanding as she looked into his eyes, "It's my duty to fight the youma and keep people from getting hurt. Keep you from getting hurt." Even as she spoke, however, her shielding fell and left her (and by proxy him) defenseless. After a moment's hesitation. she accepted the offered hand and began to run. More open space... that's what they needed. Fighting the youma was going to be difficult if she couldn't move around.

Despite her confident exterior, the Shame Senshi was anything but. She was fairly certain that she could defeat this youma, given her experiences with them so far. She wasn't even all that concerned about gettiing hurt herself in the process. But having a pizza wielding civilian to defend at the same time... she really wished that another Senshi was there with her to ensure his safety! As they ran, she answered his questions with a quick nod and affirmation, "Yes, this is just a normal night... I'm afraid to say."

Things were not going according to plan for the Shame Senshi tonight. Instead of getting into a more open area, the alleyways seemed, if anything, to get tighter and never ending. She felt foolish, but worse she felt scared. Not really for herself, but for the pizza-wielding civilian who was running with her.

Pasiphae desperately wanted to hold the young man back, but a cold ball of fear solified in her stomach as she realized that she couldn't stop him. She had no way of shielding him and not herself; she wasn't even sure if she had enough energy to call her shield again, as she had never tried to push her powers too far. As much as she wanted to defend him... if he wanted to fight, then she had no way to stop him. So, she planted her feet and raised her fist, giving him the information he sought as quickly as possible before the creature could strike, "I don't know if your punches will be as effective as mine... but you can try for the underbelly or the back legs. Avoid the face - I'll attack there. It's too risky for you."

Pasiphae positively sputtered as the civilian moved in to grab the the youma. Princess?! No... princesses were special among Senshi, and she couldn't allow this mistake of identity pass! As soon as this fight was over... she would correct him. If her companion was waiting for more magic, he was going to be sadly disappointed. While he held onto the canine youma and kept it down, she charged forward and punched it in the throat with all of her enhanced strength. This attack put her arm dangerously close to the beast's teeth, but it was unavoidable with this type of youma.

Pasiphae was honestly surprised to see the youma become dust so quickly--surprised but grateful. Apparently her experience had built up to the point that she was getting better at dusting at least the weaker youma. She gave a sigh of relief, brushing some of the black dust off her gloves as she studied Michael. She was glad that he was safe, and... well, he certainly deserved some answers. She knew only too well what it was like to see youma and not know what they were, to see a Senshi and not know what he did... so she licked her lips and replied shyly, "It was defeated. Whenever you beat youma... they turn into dust, like this. It's a good thing; it means it won't come back."

There. The easy part was done. Now... she had to try and find a way to explain what a Senshi was to someone who had no idea. She wished that a more experience Senshi was there to back up her information--someone like Europa or Kallichore, who exuded more authority, who had been Senshi far longer than she had been. Unfortunately, at the moment she was all that the civilian had. She opened her mouth to respond when she caught sight of his wounded hand. Pasiphae's eyes immediately widened, "You're hurt!" Taking a trick she had learned from Europa, the Shame Senshi quickly tore off the bow on the back of her fuku, taking the civilian's hand without permission in order to wrap it. Normally she wouldn't be so bold, but... it was her duty to protect him, to make sure that he wasn't hurt. Now that he was it was much her responsibility to care for his wound as best she could. Roles were settling more into their proper place, in her mind, and it was... oddly comforting, after how strangely the battle had gone

As she worked, she started to try and fill the man in, her voice soft and a little nervous but clear, "I am Sailor Pasiphae, Senshi of Shame. A Senshi is... someone gifted with power, given the responsibility to fight Chaos." The teenager paused in her wrapping, her brows knitting together at this point. How did she explain Chaos? "Chaos... Chaos is this dark power, unlike the power I have. But it has people who wield it, the same way I do mine. They hurt people... and sometimes corrupt them too. So... Senshi like me work to fight them, to protect innocent people like you."

Pasiphae fixed her eyes just on wrapping the wound at this point, running over what she had just said in her mind. She was discrete, but not a liar, and she wanted to make sure that she had told the civilian in front of her the whole truth... but nothing else came to mind.

Pasiphae had been completely focused on binding the man's wound, glad to be actively helping after the somewhat odd battle she had experienced. So, the light-hearted question startled her into lifting her head just in time to catch a wink from his blue eyes. It was also the first time that the teenager really noticed the age difference between them, and a hot blush covered her face. Maybe she appeared foolish, inexperienced... maybe that's why he had felt the need to step in and fight instead of just leaving the battle to her, despite the risk of getting hurt. She lowered her gaze and answered as best she could, "You're not... a part of this war. That makes you innocent." Except... he was a part of the conflict, wasn't he? Weren't they all part of the war, either as victims or participants? The thought saddened her, but she tried to maintain her composure.

The mockery that came from his voice at her name and title, however, meant that her blush only deepened, making her face burn as maroon as the energy she used to form her shield. Pasiphae had just accepted her name and her sphere without question, and she had certainly never felt that anyone belittle them. Still, "Lasso," she corrected, her voice almost a mumble. She might not stick up for herself, but the Shame Senshi would be damned if she didn't stick up for one of DC's greatest heroines. "A golden lasso and an invisible jet. I don't have either... but you may call me Wonder Woman, if you want... if it's easier..."

She barely glanced up whenever he offered the pizza to her. Well... it was the least he could do after making this entire meeting topsy turvy. Pasiphae wasn't angry or especially hurt by her companion's demeanor, but she was flustered and confused. She didn't know what exactly to make of this man or the way he handled himself. How could he be so brave one moment, attacking an obvious monster, then taunting the next to embarass her, and then generous in offering to share his dinner? She decided to maintain her professionalism, and her words were nothing but honest, "Thank you, but you don't owe me anything... it's my responsability, my duty, to help. I'm just glad that you weren't seriously hurt." In truth, knowing that he was safe, if only for another night, was all the reward the girl wanted.