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Tallulah Cowden had a baker’s dozen of reasons why she would never join arms with Chaos.

One and Two had helped her move into her new apartment, set up her Ikea furniture and left a pie warming in the oven. Her father pulled her aside and, with his typical stoic composure, asked her if there was anything he could do. And Tallulah said no, there wasn’t – the most he could do for her was to keep his head down and stay out of trouble, because she’d never forgive herself if anything happened to him. No one would ever reach Sailor Europa through her parents, but they would be her anchors. Her extended family had already lost one child to Chaos. She would not let them lose another.

Three was blue haired and bright-eyed. She was the best friend Tallulah could have asked for: so long as Magellan stood against the darkness, Europa would as well.

Four glowed brightly, a beacon in the night. Her Princess may have been lost and lonely before, but now she was found, and if Chibimoon could fight back from within Chaos’s grip, then Europa could fight it back as well. Even if she could not force her team to swear loyalty to the moon princess, Europa felt certain in her faith. Chibimoon would always find a loyal servant in Europa: she need only ask.

Five was as loyal a second-in-command as any captain could ever ask for. Selecting Ganymede as her most trusted deputy was not a decision Europa took lightly, but she was certain it would pay off. Having the Senshi of Lust at her side made her more confident in the Jovians as a whole.

Six was going to be brilliant, so brilliant, Callisto just didn’t know it yet.

Seven Tallulah had grown up with, and Europa would fight alongside Themis until the bitter end.

Eight had stared darkness in the face and come back from that dizzy edge, and Europa admired Kallichore more than she would ever say out loud.

Nine was possibly the smartest person in the room, but she was so quiet about it… Europa didn’t doubt that Pasiphae was the girl she wanted on her side when it came down to life or death strategy, and her powers of observation weren’t something to take lightly. Every team needed a voice of reason, and Europa had found hers.

Ten was a tiny, ginger wisp of a cat, but Tomlin believed in Europa, and Europa didn’t want to disappoint him.

Eleven was plural: Euanthe and Cyllene and Valhalla and Sessrumnir and Vindemiatrix and Babylon. Europa had found a second family in her court, and she was going to protect them just as fiercely as she planned to protect her first.

Twelve was multitude, every senshi and knight and civilian who dared to fight back against the darkness. If they could stand against it, so could she.

Thirteen was dead and gone, as far as Europa was concerned. But Europa would fight back with every fiber of her being against what Leto had become, because no human being deserved to be twisted into something so opposite themselves the way Kat had been.

Tallulah Cowden had a baker’s dozen reasons, plus one. Plus was herself, the girl she’d grown up as, the woman she would be, the senshi who joined the two in the middle, and the past lives stretching out across the cosmos. If she could not fight for others then she would fight for herself. Uncorrupted, every inch the warrior she was meant to be. Anything else was treason.

Tallulah Cowden had a baker’s dozen reasons to keep fighting, and then some more, and every single one of them made her reach for her henshin pen each evening and go looking for trouble. She had a star in her heart, and it would light up all the dark corners of her world.

No giving up. No surrender. Fourteen reasons, and Chaos would never get ahold of her.

Regular - Cat Confounded - Tallulah and Kathryn - Completed.

Kat somehow winds up with a physical form to match her name. Tallulah is baffled by this turn of events.

The memory had come out of the blue. One second, Sailor Europa had been exploring the lower floors of the capitol building, and then the next she had stepped through a doorway and found herself in an entirely different time and place, shivering in a long, empire-waist gown. It was almost like an especially vivid dream, one that no matter how you tried you could not force yourself into lucidity. Sailor Europa found her will and her questions silenced – there was no option other than surrendering to the vision.

Signy Pwyllyndr barely felt the cold anymore. Everyone else wore the insulated dress uniforms of the Europan military, or else a variety of fur-lined and warmly bewitched finery. The chamber was long and low, some grotto built into the capitol’s sub-basement. No one ever came down here – surely they mustn’t, for it was directly exposed to the ice and absolutely frigid as a result. And she was wearing taffeta.

Not that she hadn’t known to expect this, of course. Sailor Europa didn’t know why this occurred to her, as Signy didn’t elaborate on the thought at the moment. Instead, their attention was drawn to a hole in the ice that exposed sloshing salt-water below, and to a man who stood on the other side of that hole – some sort of shaman.

A fake shaman, Europa overheard Signy think. No one was fooled that it wasn’t the Chairman wrapped up in some Zeuk skins.

The fake shaman, or whoever he was, murmured something lowly in a language that Europa could not understand and the memory’s train of thought did not bother to translate. However, she took a step forward, and then another, a third step, picking up speed – plunging into the water.

Her eyes went wide from the shock of it. There was a good reason no Europans swam in their moon’s oceans if they could avoid it. Divers hunting deep sea fish had special gear – and she was wearing taffeta.

Icy tendrils raced up her dress, pushing air pockets upwards as they engulfed her: feet, legs, crotch, stomach, back, breasts, face- Europa worried they’d go into shock from the cold, but Signy pressed her arms forward and took a mighty stroke upwards, back towards the glimmering circle of light-

-They hauled her out of the water and wrapped her in a bearskin, and try as she might to insist she could walk on her own, they insisted on carrying her like that all the way back to her quarters.

Sailor Europa stumbled forward as the vision ended. She looked around the room she’d arrived in just as the vision hit her – it was small, some kind of antechamber. She crossed to the ornate art-nouveau doors on the other side and forced them open. There was a waist-high wall of ice barring her way, but otherwise the room beyond was unmistakable as that selfsame grotto. Europa shut the doors. She was going back upstairs.

After taking a detour through the greenhouse to check on her beans, Europa made her way back towards the ballroom. She liked it as a space to come and go from, as it was centrally located and relatively stable. However, she’d barely made it three steps when the second vision hit her.

She was no longer wearing taffeta, but organza and brocade. Copper-colored, with fifty tiny buttons up her back. There was a ball in full swing, waiters moving through the crowd with trays – food and wine. And she was dancing. A dozen partners, switching at regular intervals, searching their eyes for some spark? There was symbolism that Europa was missing, a sense of weight and importance that she couldn’t quite attribute to any true cause.

She switched partners, finding herself dancing with a tall young man in a brown brocade frock coat. She studied his face, exchanged a few words that Europa missed entirely from her vantage point. They both laughed at a joke the future senshi didn’t properly get-

Signy hopped onto her tiptoes and whispered something in the young man’s ear, something Europa couldn’t hear, and took him by the forearm. They began to leave the ballroom and were intercepted by a capitol official.

“I’ve taken my pick,” said Signy.

“I’ll arrange a distraction,” replied the official.

The vision ejected Europa as her past self and the young man slipped out through a service door. In the present, Europa looked up and found herself standing before the same trick panel. She pushed it inwards and entered the corridor beyond. A set of spiral stairs swirled up towards some kind of tower-

Europa started carefully up the stairs, nervous that they might not bear her weight, but keeping to the edges of the treads served her well.

A disembodied voice – Signy’s – giggled, “It took four maids to get me into this dress.”

Europa froze, looked around suspiciously, and gave herself a tentative pat-down. She was still wearing her own fuku. Well then. She continued up the stairs.

Another flight up, Signy’s disembodied voice muttered, “Of course I’m supposed to sneak off. It’s part of the festival… Yes, everyone back at the ball knows where we’ve gone. But they’ll pretend not to.”

Europa frowned and kept climbing, carefully. She’d hate to start sleepwalking and fall right through the stairs.

She was nearing the top of the stairs. “It’s an old pagan rite, honestly,” Signy explained patiently to someone Europa couldn’t see. “Sailor Europa has to have her wedding night. And she can’t exactly have it with her moon.”

Sailor Europa froze in front of the door, anticipating what vision might await her. But, when she pushed it open, she found no ghosts waiting for her. Just a long-collapsed four-poster bed with moldering linens. A bedroom with dust on the floor, and, as she moved further into the suite, Europa found a flooded and frozen bathroom, a study with a toppled bookshelf and a desk covered in illegible letters, written in what she could only assume was Signy Pwyllyndr’s ascetic handwriting. Beyond that, there was a terrace with two chairs and a small table – relatively untouched.

Europa sank into one of the chairs, eager to give her tired legs a rest after the climb up the stairs. She closed her eyes for only a moment, but she opened them once more she was Signy again, wrapped in a dressing gown and sharing breakfast with a blonde who could only be Ganymede’s past incarnation – although Europa only knew this because she’d seen him before.

“It’s not like anyone came through and checked my sheets after,” Signy was saying as she watched Ganymede cut up some exotic fruit. “Anyways, I hope you had fun getting drunk on palace wine.”

Well, reflected Europa, if that wasn’t the most unambiguous statement she’d ever heard then she didn’t know what was. She pushed herself back from the table and out of the vision, now certain of the chain of events she’d witnessed and the missing spaces in between.

Ancient Europa, she decided, had a bizarre concept of holidays if their definition included pimping out their senshi.

Battle - Patience Young Padawan - Europa and Acubens - Completed.

Europa comes to the aide of a rookie senshi who seems less than certain that she wants the help.

Regular - Ambulance Chasers - Europa, Iris, and Eunomia - In Progress.

Regular - Back to Black - Tallulah and Selena - Completed.

Tallulah reunites with a former teammate, but is disappointed she has no intentions of re-assuming her role as Sailor Eos.

Regular - Soup's Up - Tallulah and Kathryn - Completed.

Tallulah makes soup for her sick roommate and agrees to go fetch some essentials, but doesn't realize she's just been infected.

Regular - In Too Deep - Tallulah and Selena - Completed.

Selena drops by after a bad run-in with the negaverse, but Tallulah's in no shape to teach her and takes a rain check.