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This Senshi business was starting to take a toll on her health, she was sure. Or at least her skin. Precious beauty sleep was being lost by the hour. She had probably wracked up a full day's worth of this patrolling stuff. It was evident by the dark circles that were now creeping to the surface of Euanthe's face, which she was frowning at in the mirror-like surface of a darkened window display, the sky not yet fully dark behind her.

She stepped back with a sigh, hands resting on her hips. Her reflection looked critical. "Yeah what?" Euanthe asked of herself, accusingly. She felt a little silly, but the more she realized she was pretty rubbish at this 'warrior of justice' shtick the more frustrating it became.

Well, if she could just puzzle out a route or something it would be much easier to get out and get home at a reasonable hour. Did youma frequent run-down areas, or did they just roam anywhere? As it was she checked her pockets to see how far her quarters could take her and rode the bus in any random direction and hoped she struck gold... or struck monster, really. Normally that just meant a wasted 4 hours. But how was she supposed to know which alley to look down? This "sensing energy" stuff just wasn't coming easy to her. Euanthe's reflection looked at her like she had heard these excuses before, and that if she didn't want to be a spotty, sleep-deprived Senshi then she better get on this.

It was a good thing Euanthe couldn't see herself from Kallichore's view, because she would have been completely and utterly mortified. Nothing said "silly and useless" like a supposed Senshi standing in front of an empty store preening and fussing over looking less than perfect. This wasn't a goddamn beauty pageant. If she were doing her job right dark circles would be the least of her worries. There would be bruises, scars, broken legs... the ballet dancer in her shuddered, even as Euanthe consciously acknowledged that ballet was just as silly and unimportant as the rest of it.

Really, it was lucky for her that Kallichore's fuku was so incredibly distressed looking. She had come near enough that even energy-dumb Euanthe was finally able to feel a ping of something, which snapped her out of her self-absorbed state into alertness once more. When she finally located the source of the 'ping' and determined it was Senshi, not enemy, in origin she might have been embarrassed to be caught as she was, except that Kallichore did indeed look like she had just been through the fight of her life. Not to mention Kallichore was a bit too far away for her to discern the absence of any sort of bruising, blood or black eyes.

"Oh!" Euanthe exclaimed loudly, eyes widening and all feelings of embarrassment or thoughts of even making proper introductions suddenly banished. She started across the street. "Are you alright?! D- do you need help?"

Not that Euanthe even knew where to take wounded Senshi. Surely not the hospital...?

"Oh," she repeated, feeling rather stupid. "That's good, then. It's just your fuku, it's so-" she searched for the right word, an inoffensive one (she hoped), "ah, rugged. From far away I thought- you know." Her momentary panic faded, though the question of 'where do wounded Senshi go?' was still an important one that needed answering. In her embarrassment she had forgotten all about it. She wondered if already Kallichore thought she was a silly, nervous Senshi. Well, it was true, but the point was that she didn't want to be seen that way regardless of the truth. Unfortunately that was nearly impossible. The awkwardness of the whole situation was making her fidget and her face had flushed nearly pink enough to match her hair.

Many times Euanthe had told herself that this insecurity would pass with time. Maybe it still would, but it sure was taking a while. She supposed that when she grabbed her pen and henshined up she was supposed to feel empowered, motivated. Sure, she could feel the new strength in her limbs... but far from feeling empowered, Euanthe only became acutely aware of her deficiencies as a Senshi. The butterfly shoes came on and confidence fled.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Euanthe," she replied, her expression changing into an awkward - but sincere - smile. "I definitely wouldn't mind talking. All my trips out as a Senshi so far have been solitary at best and violent at worst."

She felt a little bit like she was being swept up into some kind used car deal, Kallichore was so well... rather soothing, actually, even in her distressed fuku. Before she was even able to know what was happening Euanthe found herself sitting down on the bench, blinking at Kallichore with her legs crossed and her hands folded neatly on her thighs. Euanthe found herself nodding along amiably even without even realizing it.

"I didn't," she said, freshly self-conscious. s**t, was she supposed to? Most Senshi probably went home and googled their star or planet or whatever other cosmic body they were named for as soon as they were awakened. Weeks had passed and Euanthe hadn't even given it a thought, much less googled it. There was probably some deeper meaning behind that, like maybe it would have really made the fact that she wasn't... wasn't really entirely human, really of earth, hit home. Maybe she still didn't want to face that. But this was no time for psychoanalysis, anyway.

"A court, you say?" The word 'court' immediately brought notions of royalty and grace to her mind and she remembered what Pollux had said about the confusing system of Senshi Royalty, something about Castor being a prince but him not. Almost like an automatic reflex she asked, with a curious smile, "does it have a prince or a princess?"

Kallichore's discomfort was met with a blink and confused half-smile from Euanthe, who thought she hadn't been awkward in the least. Of course, she had no previous Kallichore encounters to compare this one with. But she was never one to begrudge anyone being themselves if that was what made them comfortable. Oooh. If there was any kind of description that could make Euanthe blush (maybe even with a little bit of pride) it was the one that Kallichore just gave. "Ah," she murmured and scratched nervously at the back of her neck, glancing away, "is that so?" Well, it was a very flattering description.

Fate wasn't a concept she'd ever given much thought to. Life was full of weird coincidences and maybe those could be construed as fate, but whether it was or wasn't really didn't tend to concern her. Even the miraculousness of her awakening and everything that came after it was just more life, though admittedly life had taken a definitely turn for the bizzare because of it. If Kallichore believed that the Jovians coming together was destiny then Euanthe didn't see any reason to argue.

Plus, after that Kallichore said basically exactly what Euanthe needed to hear. To tell the truth Euanthe would have joined up anyway, even under the shadow of potentially humiliating herself with how terrible she was at this, because there was safety in numbers. But when Kallichore finished Euanthe chimed suddenly, "Yes! I, I believe so too. I want to become better." Her voice grew quiet again at the end, but she nodded and redoubled her resolve. "I want to become good, and be a Senshi people can rely on. I'll definitely join up with the court. Whatever I can do to help, I'll do it!"

"Yeah," she said with a cheerful half-shrug. "I mean, I've just been wandering around on my own, getting into trouble, so-ooo~"

The war. To hear it put that way was sobering. People died in wars. Somehow the possibility of dying because she was a Senshi hadn't really sunk in. But somehow the prospect of facing it as a Jovian, not just as Euanthe, made it easier. She nodded attentively, taking Kallichore's words to heart. She would learn, the Jovians would help her - it would be okay. One day maybe she could be helpful to young Senshi too.

"Oh, hmm." Euanthe inclined her head, touching three fingers to her cheek contemplatively. "I suppose I was wondering, um, if there's like..." The pink haired girl frowned. Honestly there was so much practical knowledge she was missing, and the fact that she didn't know what she was missing made it hard to figure out what to ask. "Aah, I feel really stupid now," she mumbled with a nervous laugh. But as she did a strange thought occurred to her. Hopefully it wouldn't offend.

"Actually," began Euanthe, "if it's alright, well... When you were first starting out - as a Senshi I mean - did you ever find it frightening? To power up, I mean, and try and be... all of this stuff. I'm sorry, that's kind of personal, I just- ah..."

"Oh dear," said Euanthe, cringing a little. "I hope no one was really hoping for this. I think they would end up disappointed." Everyone wanted to feel special in some way, to have their uniqueness as a human being confirmed. Awakening would certainly fulfill that desire... but of course, then they'd find that there were plenty of special people in the world, too. On top of that, it wasn't such a great gig. Not when you had real human beings to fight, on top of monsters.

Throw on your blinders, Euanthe thought and curled her gloved hands into little fists. So long as she could help prevent people from getting hurt, there was a reason for her to exist as a Senshi... regardless of how human or inhuman the 'other side' was. Drawing in a breath, Euanthe shoved her doubts aside and smiled at Kallichore. There would be time for questions later, now that they were both part of the group, and she didn't want to tax the other senshi's time any further.

"I am glad you found me tonight," said Euanthe. "Thank you. For telling me about the court, and for answering the silly question, and for all the other things. I'm... I'm looking forward to meeting the rest of the Jovian court."