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Tucana was barely together as a human being, let alone as a ******** ******** kind of guy. From what he gathered, his name ******** sounded like a fruit loops commercial, and his power was something to do with 'disruption' -- whatever that meant. He sort of avoided the call of the stars as much as possible...

He was walking home from the pool (hair freshly dried so he wouldn't 'catch a cold' per his mama) when his newfangled cell...thing lit up. Roman didn't even know how to use the thing really, but it didn't seem too different from his normal android...

I'll be there. Roman gravitated towards the given address, abruptly changing his course. The teen was glad he could navigate a little, at least-- and glad that he looked at least a little menacing, because of his ********.

He wasn't used to his...fancy power things yet. The cat that had given him a hand had been brief and...kind of unhelpful, actually. Fat, dour, folded ears-- talked in a clipped tone and not much else. Roman growled as some dude ran into him in a ridiculous outfit-- before the guy could run off, Roman grabbed for his arm.

"Hey uh. You're the dude that..Uh. Did you text me? Uh..." That sounded weird and lame as ********, didn't it? But the other dude's outfit was unmistakable: no one ran around Destiny City like that. Maybe he should uh. Like. Power up?

He did a quick glance around the block, eyes narrowed. At least there wasn't anyone else around-- so he did his stupid wavey thing with his stupid hands, which felt a little unnecessary (but that cat had TOLD him...) "Sailor Tucana, Make-up!"

"Christ," the senshi muttered, tugging at his cape thing, and adjusting the bow that sat high on his waist. "Okay," he said, nodding, his good eye wide and eying the creature in the distance. "Now is probably not a good time to mention that I haven't battled anything before, huh!"

"Well, thanks, that's more than I had to go on before." There was so much more to KNOW and LEARN than he really could remember. Roman would need to write this down or something. "My bad."

He bit his lip. "Those rules seem easy enough. I won't forget 'em." Sheesh, Roman. ******** it up on day five or something, way to ******** go.

"Tucana, disruption. I...am not quite sure, but I can try not to hit you. No promises."

Roman cracked his knuckles, trying to retain his composure. "Lead the way, I'm ready to learn. You do the saving, I'll just do whatever I can to help." The least he could do was tag along and put forth his best effort-- whatever that was. He barely knew what a youma was. He didn't have the strongest moral compass, not really, but following the instructions of someone else definitely was easier than anything else.

Tucana winced at the bleeding woman, but let out a rather unmanly eep at the sight of the two ugly dogs. Youma, right? That was their name?

"Reassuring," he muttered, eyes glancing from one side of the fire escape to another. "I guess we need to ...get their attention?"

Slowly crouching, Roman picked up a rock from the ground, tossing it in their direction. It hit the smaller one in the foot, which made it snuffle in displeasure. It eyeballed the amateur senshi with a lick of its chops, growling.

"I should take the time to say that I am...not really an ideas kind of guy."

Roman would, reluctantly, agree on not being the brightest ******** in the box.

"Oh, can they like. Smell the moonpower or something?" he asked, skeptical-- but it was clear that the slavering hounds thought they would be delicious. The beast padded towards them, its bulky body rather intimidating. It looked...not necessarily sentient or self aware...but smarter than your average dog. Not to mention they certainly looked a lot meaner.

"Holy s**t!" Roman screeched as the ice came crashing down-- he'd never actually seen another senshi in action, never felt the rush of 'wow, this is actually, literally, ethereal' -- and it was...kind of terrifying.

"Okay okay okay I'm goiiing I'm goooing!" Roman frantically looked around for a rock, but sort of just. Well. He had a little tae kwon do, that counted, right? Even if it had been for like, two weeks? Totally counted? ...No, no it most certainly did not, but Roman was a rash fellow, and was being yelled at to do something.

So the teen rushed it, doing his best roundhouse at the dog, regretting his stupid sandals in this stupid ******** outfit.

"I don't think I did much," he replied with a wince, clutching his foot. The dog barely looked phased, having skidded back a few feet with the force of the kick, shaking its head to clear its daze. "What do I do!"

Being not dead was an accomplishment of some sort, he guessed. "
Oh," Roman said, eyes flickering between Marlo and the hellhound. He watched the other senshi punch the hound, fingers flexing into his fists as the second dog approached them. For a moment, the teen just stared, dumbfounded, losing the opportunity.

"I hope you know what you're asking for, because I don't," Tucana said, a small waver in his voice. The youma, fortunately for Roman, had jumped straight into the ice cage. It barked viciously, snarling, flaming drool dripping from its fangs.

Lunging at Tucana, breaking through the ice-- it was do or die as the beast made impact.

"Startling Disruption!"

The dog barreled into him, snarling, as Tucana struggled to focus enough to release the pressure building behind his eyeballs. He screamed, as it bit down on his arm, the heat cauterizing his wound almost immediately afterwards-- and then--

All at once, the world turned to white noise, flecks of colour and bright lights dancing in Tucana's eyes. An incredibly annoying screeching sound filled the air, similar to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. It pierced the ears of any that were in close quarters, including the young woman on the fire escape.

It wasn't deafening by any means. Just...really, really irritating. However, for a creature with more sensitive hearing, it was probably a lot worse. The fiery demon howled, writhing on the ground for a few short moments, spazzing out on top of Tucana's pinned form.

The air was clouded by some smoke, the grating sound had a backdrop of plain white noise, the sound elevated to a decibel level that was JUST enough to get on someone's nerves.

"Get it!" Tucana yelled, over the stupid cacophony, eyes watering just a tad from the fading smog. "It's not gonna last!" It was quieting down already.

Clutching at his arm, Roman looked up at Pollux with a half terrified, half petrified expression. He couldn't hold back the wince as the demon's neck was snapped, slowly getting to his feet.

"S-sure," Roman muttered, blinking slowly. His ears were still ringing with the stupid noise that ...he'd caused. Ugh. There would be time to psychoanalyze later-- for now, it was time to follow Marlo's advice...so he ran.