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Apparently today was Youma day in the city. Sailor Abramov had already dusted two Youma, one on the way from the park to work, and one from work home. He had spoken to his twin sister, who was Sailor Giclas, over the phone about it, and she had exhausted her powers already - having to take three, count them, three, on the way from the library. They would discuss this when they got home and might even attempt contact with other Order Members.

He was now nearing the neighborhood where their foster home was, when he heard cries for help, and a scream of "Monster!"

For just a moment, he sat there on his bike, shook his head, sighed, then stashed his bike in an alleyway, transformed and then made his way to the scene where something that seemed to be the cross between a lion and the symbolic childlike drawing of a sun was attacking everyone.

Abramov frowned. He was finally getting over the fact that he had to fight monsters in a purple and white kimono, sandals AND a bright red, huge, poofy flower hat in public - but he was still getting used his stinky (not embellishing) power - and he had already used it twice today. Hopefully he wouldn't have to use it a third time,

Instead, he lunged at the creature and began wrestling it - perhaps not the most intelligent or wise idea.

Abramov finally got thrown back, as he sensed the aura of another Order Member appear on the scene. However, this was slightly different than the Senshi Aura he was used to. He managed to land on his feet, though he grimaced at the pain he felt in his ankle, the one he hurt last Christmas when the crazy twisted magic stuff was going on.

Dragging himself to his feet, he turned to see a lady dressed in what seemed to be purple and white pilgrim clothes. That was awesome - wonder what she thought of his er strange costume.

"Hey, there, want to help? I have only one use of my ability today... and I'd rather not have to use it.... it's rather... uh stinky." He couldn't think of a better word for it.

"Alright, that almost did it!" Grinned Abramov. The Youma was disoriented and could barely stand up on its four legs, yet it was not giving in.

Abramov frowned. He rolled the purple sleeves of his Kimono, turned to the Page and said, "I think I am going to have to use that one last use of my power now. You'd better step back and.... hold your nose! This is going to be really nasty smelling!"

He turned back to the Youma that was starting to get its balance back, and raised his hands in front of him calling:

"Disgusting Rafflesia!"

This Odor is so noxious that it does a number on the concentration of the target. Slight nausea, loss of concentration are key symptoms of this attack. 3 uses. 5 foot diameter range. 10-15 Seconds.

The Youma practically strangled itself on the smell and fell to dust. Sailor Abramov fell to his knees exhausted. He had no more use of his attacks for today.

The youma collapsed to dust.

Abramov finally stood, breathing hard. "I apologize for not helping more. I've already destroyed two youma today, before this one. I would have called my twin sister in, as she is also a Senshi, but she too is already at her limit - I wonder if today is youma day in the city?

"Anyways, I'm Sailor Abramov of Rafflesia. You know, the "Corpse Flower", so called because it smells like one." He frowned at this. "But you probably realized that from when I used my attack - sorry about that." He frowned again. "So, for some strange reason, I keep introducing myself with the words, 'Death be my Domain.' Apparently, it has something to do with my sphere, and something my predecessors did back on Abramov." There was a puzzled expression upon his face, as he rubbed the auburn hair on the back of his head.

"Anyways, thank you for your help, ah, what was your name again?"

Abramov nodded, "It was a good thing no one was hurt. But don't be so hasty to wish to have a certain power. There are good and bad points to every attack power." He said wisely. "My twin sister, Sailor Giclas actually is having to learn to fight. Her powers are simply healing, and while that is definitely important, the downfall is that if she doesn't learn to fight, she'll always be in incredible danger, if battling alone. On the other hand, I have what might be called a 'special ops' ability and most people veer away from me when I use it, though it maybe quite useful."

At the mention of the ambition, Abramov grinned, "That is a great goad to have, especially when it's about helping others." "Well met, Silistra of Saturn. Abramov of Rafflesia greets thee. I sense a bit of 'death', in your um, World's themes, do I not? I would say we have something in common. Death is not always a bad thing though. Depends on how you lived your life, and how you die your death." Abramov did not know this philosophy came from, but it seemed true to him.

"Ah, well Rafflesia, is thought to be the largest flower in the world - it is about 2 hands width wide, and sometimes gets about as tall as your knee. The lower stem is dark, sometimes purple, and the blossom itself has 5 or 6 large red petals, that have what look like sores on them and has a large open middle, like a pot. It is native to some jungles, and only blossoms once every 20 years. And when it does, it, er smells like a Human Corpse - which is where it gets its nickname - Corpse Flower - and yes, for some reason my fuku is basically a Kimono outfit designed to look like a Rafflesia." He frowned.

"Thank you for your kindness. It's good to meet you." He looked at the time. "I'm sorry, I have to be home. I hope to see you in the field again soon, you are an amazing fighter." He grinned and turned to leave.