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Such a productive day this had been, her Mirrorwraith had just returned and she’d gathered quite a bit of energy and she’d just sent it out one more time while she puttered about. Her father had called them yesterday, her family would be leaving the following week and staying in the area for a whole week. A whole week where she had to deal with them, Ubasti rolled her eyes and crossed her legs as she looked over the edge of the building down into the alley. At least gathering energy was keeping her busy and would be a great excuse when she wanted to leave the house.

That’s when she noticed it, Ubasti wasn’t too sure as to what it was exactly. It was like some sort of very small aura, but something she’d never felt. The dark mirror senshi leaned slightly more over the edge eyes narrowing as she looked for its source. She noticed a woman holding onto something, her eyes were wide and she was clutching it like her life depended on it. Did she investigate? Her Mirrorwraith had returned and she didn’t have anything better to do. The senshi lifted off her spot on the building and landed softly behind the woman. She followed behind the woman and was lead into another alleyway, she grabbed the woman’s shoulder and turned her around.

The woman yelped but did not move away. Ubasti glanced at what she was holding and frowned lightly, she plucked it from the woman’s hand and pushed her away when she tried to grab it away from her. “Go away.” Ubasti rolled the shard in her hand and watched as the woman hesitated before finally moving away from her and disappearing behind another corner. What was this thing? That’s when a voice made her turn and then look down to a cat. A talking cat. Ubasti had heard about these cats, she’d just never ran into one before. “Are you talking to me?” She pointed to herself, wondering what in the world she was talking about.

Ubasti racked her brain about what she’d learned about those special guardian cats. They always belonged to the senshi or the negaverse from what she remembered correctly, but they were definitely on the no kill list. “What belongs to you?” Was she talking about the shard? Ubasti continued to roll it in her hand, if this cat was working for the senshi then maybe she ought not to hand this over. After all, she didn’t know what it did. If she was handing over a powerful artifact over she wanted to know about it first.

After years of denying her power and staring at the henshin pen collecting dust, a decision had been made. It had not been an easy one, nor had it been an enjoyable one. Calling on her star had been like sliding into a dress in the middle of being re-sized, while it was stuffed full of safety pins and pain. She hadn't stayed in henshin for very long- just long enough to return to Scylla and blink at the changes that had gone on in her absence. An hour, maybe two, and then she had returned to her home and refused to touch her pen for another week.

When she pulled out her pen tonight, she hadn't had anything certain in mind. But she did know that if she was going to dress up again and play Scylla, she was going to have to remember how to use her powers. The power was like... a glove, that had once been comfortable, but the leather had gotten hard and cracked in odd places for a hand that had changed since it had last worn it. If that made sense, and wasn't too- oh. Balls.

Last time she had been learning her abilities, she'd gone out with someone more experienced than herself as backup. Now, she would have to hope no one more experienced than herself decided they wanted to pick a fight. Or maybe- maybe she should go looking for some old friends? She was certain someone would be happy to see her wandering about in costume. If she didn't die. (Why had she done this again? No. No, Jada, you were going to be mature about this, and you were going to go practice using your powers- maybe find a very ugly, slightly offensive tree.)

The Ashen Lilac crystal burned against her palm with warmth against the night chill, and her heels clicked against the concrete. She would have to dig out leggings if she wanted to keep this up. How had she not died of hypothermia all those years before? She remembered the rash on her legs from skidding across concrete- that was something her employers would notice VERY quickly now. Senshi in leather chaps. Hah! fashion disaster 101, as though it didn't start with- No, Jada. Serious face. You are working. She could laugh at herself later. Okay, that way felt like it led a very unpleasant direction. She moved through the night carefully, trying to navigate away from the auras that felt the biggest and angriest.

It was mighty convenient plot when she turned the corner to a familiar face, blinking at Zirconia, holding out her hand to- someone she had never met. Not unexpected. There were a lot of those around now, she was certain. She didn't bother ducking back, but she did remain quiet, blinking attentively at the two and trying to get a grasp on what she had just wandered in on. And identify just who the Guardian was talking to. It didn't feel like she remembered Negaverse, and didn't look Senshi... Ares' faction? The conversation on that had been... drunken. And a lot of the knowledge had gone missing in the swollen river of booze.