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Volterra wasn't quite sure ne should've been going out on nis own, just yet, but ne had to start doing something productive for the Mirrorspace, ne supposed. As boring as it was to "serve" something that was just... well... Volterra just wasn't really invested in the whole thing. Ne'd only become a magical person to chase nis stupid cousin down anyway and try to protect his idiot a**. But then Volterra's magic was some bullshit to do with sunbeams and that wasn't very fun at all. It was just too... quaint. Boring.

Like the rest of everything ne had dealt with so far. Blergh.

But there were pretty fireworks going off tonight, at least, and ne wasn't really looking for people to drain anyway. More like looking for trouble. Rough up some of these White Moon assholes that were giving Reiki a hard time and all that. That sounded fun.

But ne watched the fireworks, eyes narrowing at one that exploded yet made no sound. Strange. Ne blinked, and the sparks remained imprinted on nis eyes, somehow, yet different. Seeming to point in a new direction.

Oh boy. Great. Magical fireworks. Might as well see where these go, ne thought, chasing the sparks down the streets and through alleyways, until they vanished and ne almost ran into someone.


"Oh, shoot. Sorry, I couldn't see anything for a moment," Volterra apologized, rubbing nis eyes. "The fireworks..."

Volterra had opened nis mouth to reply to Leona, ready to explain that no, ne hadn't exactly seen anything that would make nem run into traffic—in fact, ne was quite certain that the fireworks had simply... led nem to a new friend to make in the Dark Mirror Court, which ne really enjoyed the idea of. Though of course, perhaps as ne should've expected, ne was suddenly hit with a spell that made him extremely cold. Which. For a few moments, was kind of nice, considering the heat, but then the ice formed under nis feet and ne fell right onto nis butt, shaking and shivering from the cold, and quite possibly drooling, though ne refused to even think about this extremely embarrassing fact.

"C-Cold-d-d-d," ne said from the ground, teeth chattering away as ne looked up at Leona like a wet dog baleful that it had been given a much-needed bath, "Wh-why? B-Brid-d-d-ge? Wh-wh-what?"

None of what Leona was saying made any sense to Volterra. For nem, what had happened was quite simple. Ne had seen a path made from a silent firework, and spent time chasing the sparks that overlayed nis vision. ne hadn't been... oblivious to the real world around nem, had ne? Ne didn't think so. But if this Leona had dealt with this before, then it was certainly possible that Volterra hadn't been as aware as ne had seemed, and that was frightening. How could a firework make someone so... drugged out? See things like sparks, sure, that was just fine for a magical possibility, but so ******** up on firework cocaine that they become some kind of slumbering zombie and just meander into traffic? Had Volterra even paid attention to traffic on nis way here? What about a bridge? Ne was fairly certain ne hadn't been near any bridges at any point on nis journey here, but... Now ne was extremely concerned. And ******** cold.

Volterra stood, taking Leona's hand for help and exhaling sharply as the cold abruptly left nem, the heat of summer washing over nem once again. That felt better.

"Cold should stay in winter where it belongs," ne said with a wry smile, "I prefer the cold, sure, but not in the middle of a heatwave like that. Too much all at once. Though with climate change who knows what could happen."

Ne huffed a little laugh. "Sailor Volterra. Of sunbeams." And here, ne grimaced. "Wish I'd gotten cryoseism. I'm not all... sparkly. Usually."

Volterra nodded and glance around before powering down, becoming Haruhi in a flash. The star charm ne'd picked out earlier poked nem from nis pocket and ne shoved it around a little bit, keeping nis hands in nis jean pockets.

"I know a great place nearby called Gertrude's," ne said helpfully. "Let's go!"