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The sudden appearance of the older senshi was what made Hygiea jump a little - because really, the language that Iris used was not something the little girl was new to. The girl was like a ninja or something, a really cool very yellow ninja who's use of speech seemed a little familiar but nothing that Hygiea was going to focus on at the moment.

She was there but they were talking like she wasn't there and that kind of annoyed her. It didn't last that long and before she got to ********* innocent little request - which seemed actually kind of needed, Hygiea broke out into a wide grin over the idea of a team mate. And one that looked, well, pretty damn awesome.

"Oh wow!" She exclaimed, bringing her hands to her chest in esteem and glee. Her eyes were edging dangerously close to resuming star struck sparkle mode as she looked Iris over. "Team mate, like in sports and stuff? Do we have positions and like plays and stuff in a book and stuff? Are there more of us?" She was now edging towards Iris, a gleam striking her features. "You look so neat! Your hair is pretty cool! And you have wings, how do you have wings on your butt! Do I get wings at some point? And more ribbons and skirts," she squealed at the skirts wanting to touch them, "You look so aaaaawesome." Hygiea, channelling Knives here.

Clearly, she was in a state of awe like she had been with *********. And she looked down at the small cat, that stupid look on her face again, "wait.. you said something?"


Meanwhile, the crowds were beginning to settle, the mall security was beginning to make their rounds and usher people away from the area of demolished lot. Some cars were lost, leaving the owners to collect in a small group to give their information once the back up made their way to the shopping center. Those were were not injured were told to make their way home, those who would bare as witnessed were also asked to stay.

Monica Pendergast bit her lip as she tried to make her way to one of the guards. So many people were flocking to them, asking mundane and idiotic questions. Did they not realize she couldn't find her daughter? They had gotten separated at the start of this! Frantic eyes continued to glance around as she made her way past, pushing her way through the small crowd. At last she grabbed the arm of the guard, his face expressing his displeasure at the act. "Please," she began, her eyes welling with tears, "I can't find my daughter. She's about this tall and has orange hair and she's wearing purple and blue."

Her questions were totally ignored! Hygiea made a very sad face when Iris didn't even address one of them. Well, she got to one of them but it wasn't one of them she wanted to have answered. What about those wings? HUH?

"But eight doesn't really fit a lot of numbers in sports." She frowned, not thinking it a cool enough number anymore. "And how come the other members aren't here?" This was directed at both Iris and *********, her head switching between the lot of them. Did they not get the call that there was some sort of... what, crisis? Something?

"Wait, why am I doing this?" This was really a loaded question and she didn't realize it. She had no idea what she had this cool ability to transform her clothing and now she was going to tack on magical abilities to that simple question. Tucking her cat plush under her arm, Hygiea did as she was told and clapped her hands together. "Hygiea Herbal Remedy!" She yelled out as her hands touched. A bright light appeared between her fingers and as she pulled them apart a small sphere with a small little generic looking leaf appeared where nothing was before.

"Aaa!" Hygiea's eyes stared at what she had done, awe written on her face as the ball cast a feint orange glow upon the three. "So cool."


Monica was getting no where and tears was beginning to slide down the contours of her cheeks. The guard had no information and had frankly dismissed her question and tried to usher her along with everyone else. When she had the chance and there was a break in the crowd, the curvy woman had made her way into the parking lot. She was farther down the lanes than where she had initially lost her daughter, which worried her more and more as she made her way past and closer to where the damage was more visible; where more cars were damaged and out of their spots.

"Ridley!" The woman called out, venturing past cars and checking between them for her small daughter.

Hygiea couldn't help but giggle over the exchange between the pair. The cat was so commanding, it was so cool to see her interacting like that - and ********* talking to her in the first place really wasn't her losing her mind or something, she was talking to someone else! Well, that was unless this was a dream, that would be so uncool.

"Rub?" Hygiea repeated, stepping towards the yellow suited senshi with a look of curiosity. How was a little glowing ball going to help, she had to wonder. But, ********* sounded so sure and that same tone had been used to somewhat explain a whole lot of things earlier. Well, maybe not explain, but when ********* told her to do something, something neat tended to happen. "Okay!" The little girl grinned, shoving her hands towards Iris with ball enclosed. The glowing orb was practically smashed into the older girls' face not rubbed as it was instructed to be. It still completed its meek little job as best it could, the blood that was trickling down had stopped and the wound was on the mend while the luminance began to reside and lose its shine.

Hygiea's mouth fell open in awe as she watched, ignoring personal boundaries and standing way too close as she witnessed what she had done. She had done that, she had made that scratch go away. "Awesome..." she whispered.

The little girl made to jump into a series of more question when she too heard the call of her name. It wasn't the first few that Monica had yelled out, but after a few tries they finally reached her ears. Hygiea's head turned, trying to figure out where her mom was even calling her from but that wasn't really the least of her thoughts. "Aa! My mom!" She cried out happily, she was going to be so proud! Her mom was going to see how cool she looked and learn that she had magical powers!

"I should go find my mom!" The orange haired girl grinned to her new friends before pulling away from them and running to the direction where it seemed the calls were coming from.

Hygiea didn't hear when ********* called out to her. All she could think about was how excited and surprised her mother would be when they saw her. Well, she hoped her mother would be happy to see her, at least she would be okay, but with her new found power why wouldn't her family be pleased with such things?

And there was a talking cat, of course Hygiea would have to tell her family how she had met a real talking cat! Her already placed grin spread out further as she dodged past another car, making her way as best she could through the parking lot to get to where she could hear Monica call out.

But she was stopped short when a hand grabbed at her arm and stopped her progress. Hygiea was surprised and let out a small squeal in result. She turned big orange eyes towards the yellow suited sailor, curious to what the older girl could possibly have to tell her. There was more to this? - forget the fact the little girl had no idea what this was really all about in the first place. "Huh?" She questioned just as a familiar face rounded a nearby car.

Iris was forgotten at that moment, even with her gloved fingers digging into her forearm. Hygiea turned her head, her pleased expression back as she was her mother standing so close. She wanted to call out but her smile fell noticing the look in her mother's eyes.

The emotion couldn't be quiet placed. But it certainly wasn't a happy expression as she had imagined she would be seeing. It was something like fear and a not so good surprise. The opposite of what she hoped and Monica even took a step back, seeming to recover with a gasp and her lower lip seemed to quiver. "Oh god," Hygiea heard her whisper.

"Aa?" Hygiea questioned, a little pained and confused - which resulted in her lack of speech. She reached a hand out towards her mother. What was going on? Why did her mom look so afraid?

Monica recoiled as the smaller soldier began reaching out her hand towards her, her body bumping loudly into the car behind her as she tried to retreat. Her eyes were large, afraid and tears began to pool in her eyes. She was surrounded, could she escape? She watched the news, she knew what these things were capable of.

For a second time, Hygiea squeaked as Iris pulled her behind. Her view, as misty as it was becoming with the brimming of tears, quickly sped past her and turned to that of feathers. Her mother lost to her while the older girl tried to talk. Little hands grasped at a top of the wingspan that sprouted from Iris' behind, pushing it a little to the side so she could see. Her mother still looked afraid but now she even sounded like it.

"Just get away from me, get away!" Her mother cried out, the tears of the woman finally falling down her cheeks. Her polished hands were griping at the car behind her, as is a life line and a guide as she maneuvered around it. How dare one of them ask such a question as if trying to help. It was then a terrible thought reached her and she visibly halted in her slow escape. What if they had taken Ridley, or hurt her. She sucked in a breathe and couldn't seem to release it as more tears began to fall. Monica's head shot up at the pair again, in horror. Could they? Oh gods, what if they did! Her eyes remained fixed on Iris, a decision had to be made. She wasn't like her husband, she wasn't brave enough to go at the suited soldier - not when she was outnumbered - nor like her sons who could go in and attack, or even her daughter who often acted without thinking. There was no way she could fight against one of those. So, all she could do ... was run.

"You stay away from me, you stay away from me and my daughter!" Monica hissed, as she pushed off the car to get away.

Tears were falling down Hygiea's cheeks and they were getting on Iris' pretty wings but she couldn't stop them. She couldn't and she knew she shouldn't be crying, her brothers always told her not to cry. Crying was for babies, for sissys and you had to stand up to something that could make the tears fall. But this.... they couldn't help themselves.

"Wait!" She called out, not even sure she had properly finished the words through her cracking and tear stained voice. Hygiea bounded past Iris, trying to get to her mother only to be stopped again. Iris' hand was once again gripping her by the arm, stopping her progress. Distressed orange eyes looked up at the older girls, questioning her actions as she turned back to watch her mother's form melt back into the night.

"Why.... didn't she recognize me?" Hygiea asked sadly, unusually low in tone for such a hyper kid.

Hygiea didn't know a lot about super heroes - even though, she was technically one now - but what little kid didn't know about Superman? She let out a large sniffle as her free hand rubbed at her tear filled eyes. "N... no..." the little senshi replied with a hiccup.

"But ... Clark Kent wears glasses," she followed with, her body visibly slumping even under the grip of Iris. "No one can tell its him with.. without glasses." This just seemed to bring on a new flood of tears down her cheeks, even with her gloved hand trying to catch them.

"I'm.. not wearing glasses or anything... I ... look the same." And her mother had looked so scared of her, her own daughter when she looked the exact same, just with different clothing. Sailor Hygiea just didn't understand why her mother would look at her with such eyes. Was it the clothing after all or something?

The moment she felt ********* rub against her legs, Sailor Hygiea was kneeling on the ground and scooping the small cat into her arms for a deep hug. She nearly planted her face in the soft fur of ********* back but she refrained. There were still questions and if she didn't get them out in one go she might not.

"But ... why did she look... so scared?" That look in her eyes, Hygiea didn't like that look her mother gave her. So scared of her, so afraid and a little bit angry maybe. The tone of her voice, trying to get the two of them away. She didn't like that tone nor those eyes. "Should I explain it to her or something, when I'm not in this outfit? Would, that make it better?" She couldn't help but squeeze ********* a little closer to her body as the tears still threatened to fall.