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Her palms were sweating so bad, her gloves had been discarded along the sidewalk a few blocks back. Sweat trickled down her forehead, brushed away by the back of her hands every now and then, along with the occasional shove of blonde curls over her shoulders.

Sailor Duhr was about to do something she didn’t exactly feel comfortable doing, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Across the street in bright, neon colors read the four letters she adored. Four letters she dreamt about, but knew better than to utter aloud. They were forbidden letters, a word too blasphemous to mention to any of her coworkers but now that the Waffle House was closed due to construction (thanks to a freak tornado accident, of all mysterious things), Sailor Duhr was left with only one option.

She was headed towards IHOP.

Taking a deep breath, blue eyes scanned the street around her before heels clicked their way across the pavement. She knew none of her coworkers would know she was really Mags, but she still felt like she was cheatin’ or something.

Best get in and out quick, before anyone found out.

The voice caught her off guard, as did the aura that came with said voice.

Duhr turned around, blinking in surprise as she finally noticed the dark and blue girl staring her down. She looked like a senshi… but she had the strange, nauseating feeling that Ochre and some of the others did, that didn’t quite feel… right. And, judging by the way she was being addressed, something wasn’t completely right with this gal.

One bare hand rose up to point at her own chest.

“Me?”

Was she even talking about her? She mentioned gold locks - yeah, she had blonde hair… but what did she mean, bears? There weren’t any bears in Destiny City….right?

“Ah was looking for dinner, actually - did you set some bears out, lady?”

Maybe the NegaLady or whoever she was had already initiated some evil plot!

Maybe she was even targeting… the IHOP!!!!

Oh, hell.

The aggressive senshi seemed to only be getting more angry, causing Duhr to turn about completely, ignoring her precious IHOP for the time being. First she was talking about hair, then she was talking about bears and now… now she was back on the hair thing?

What in tarnation?

“Ah don’t know, you’re the one who brought ‘em up in the first place!”

Her own voice was starting to sound exasperated but then blonde brows began to furrow as the dark haired girl started yammering on about dancing. She didn’t know what this NegaGal’s game was but she wasn’t following it very well, for her to be jumping from subject to subject.

The spell was called out and Duhr’s hands automatically moved up to shield her face from the… snowflakes?

She could have laughed at the audacity and simplicity of the spell… up until it turned into a chilly blizzard that had her frozen in her tracks.

Crap, crap, crap!

The struggle was truly real as she attempted to break free, without much success. Who was this crazy lady and why was she attacking her??? “Can’t hardly dance if you’ve got me stuck like this, darlin!”

God, and all she’d wanted were some waffles.

She could hear the senshi’s voice and it was growing increasingly irritating - or maybe that was just the fact she still couldn’t move a muscle, much less see the crazy gal who’d roped her into this snowy predicament in the first place!

A shadowy figure caught the corner of her eye as it swooped by, sending a chill (unrelated from the cold, thanks crazy gal) down Duhr’s spine that had her fingers working and trying their best to move. Whatever this loon had planned for her, it wasn’t gonna be good.

As the girl prattled on about energy and bears (seriously, where the heck did bears come into this??), Duhr fought against the freezing chill to slap her hands together, forming her trusty finger gun. Sure enough, random debris and dirt from the ground began to collect as the small twister began to form.

Maybe if this gal was kept busy talkin’ she wouldn’t notice the attack about to be sprung on her and her shadowy, scary lookin’ partner?

“The name’s Duhr, ain’t no Goldilocks just like you ain’t no bear….”

Unless, of course, bear was a street term for something Duhr had never heard of. She’d never heard of a lot of things, so… so there was potential, there. Maybe.

It was getting hard to focus, blue eyes doing their best to try to form a whirlwind. The twister continued growing weaker, however, as the wraith stole away her energy.

“What's wrong with my name?”

The other girl's laughter was puzzling, the White Moon senshi clearly confused as to what was so funny with it. Mock her? Why would they mock her?

As the wraith passed through a second time, Duhr fell to her knees and the twister faded altogether. Eyebrows furrowed as she heard that sucks but none of it made sense...and it was all so tiring….

“Chione.” She managed to reiterate before her palms hit the asphalt. “Ain't even senshi of bears, hell.”

She was staring down at the street, waiting for the inevitable moment for the angry senshi to start wailing on her. She felt different than the ones she’d run into with cracks all over their face and tits but there was still darkness inside of her and it was only a matter of time for the aggression to start in with feet and fists after draining the blonde of her energy. A low trick but an effective one, it seemed.

But the punches never came.

When Chione offered to help her out the tornado’s senshi head finally twisted upwards. Blonde ringlets tossed themselves over her shoulder as blue eyes narrowed. Was it a trap? When was the other shoe gonna fall down - was she gonna send the dark little spooky thing around again to try to finish her off?

The hand remained poised in the air for a moment while Duhr tried to decide what to do next. The reasoning behind the senshi’s sudden hostility kinda made sense. The tall, gangly girl had never had a significant other so she didn’t know how ex’s were ‘posed to make people feel but she’d seen enough television and movies to know that break-ups were difficult things to weather.

Finally, long fingers reached up and grasped the extended hand as the white moon senshi hoisted herself back up to her feet.

“Benches are fine ‘n all,” she huffed, glancing back over both of their shoulders, “But Ah’d prefer a booth over there, if you’re in the mood for breakfast.”

Her thumb jabbed out towards the IHOP and Duhr offered the girl a hopeful look. “Best waffles outside of the House, if that’s your sort of thing.”

But really, who didn’t like waffles???

"You think they care what we look like in there?"

Granted, maybe Waffle House was a little more common-folk when it came to strange and unusual attire but Duhr didn't for a moment think that the wonderful world of IHOP would turn them away just because they didn't look as ordinary as the other late night snackers in the other booths.

Hands went to rummaging in her piles and piles of frills and out came a tattered looking Ziploc bag of dollar bills and coins. It was her tip money - seemed safer to travel on her powered person in a bag as opposed to a wallet with her actual ID inside - all semi-safely stuck away for these particular moments when she felt like splurging.

"Ah got it this time, you can get next time, a'ight?"

The other girl's arm got a reassuring (if not a little exhausted) pat as she directed them both towards the shining beacon of neon blue and white hope across the street.

Things were always better with waffles, after all, so it certainly didn't come as any surprise that it could bring peace, even just for a little while, between warring factions.