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Prom was suppose to be the best night of people's lives. That one thing from high school you never forgot so long as you didn't get drunk later and do something stupid and end up dead. He had meant for it to be that way too. No super hero crap, no fighting, no bullshit. Just the party and then whatever afterparty he could get himself tangled up in. He had a really hot date so he should have gotten tangled up in something.

Instead he had found himself making an excuse and having to sneak away from her (phone number left with her though) as he felt something decidedly nasty rip through the air. He wasn't exactaly sure what it was but something told him that Sailor Arachne would want in on whatever it was.

And it was big.

He'd found a nice place to hide and transform before tearing across the rooftops toward the source of the energy. His heels finally grinding to a hault at the edge of a roof where he could look down and see the .. whatever it was. Youma, maybe.

"Well isn't that just a pretty picture. Wonderful prom story too. 'Yea i had to miss all the fun because some giant spikey ******** decided to go on a rampage'."

Prom was not a sober event for Morgan. In fact, she had so much punch that she was really quite tipsy. The redhead had spent the night dancing away with whomever she had felt compelled to bother with. She justified her tipsiness as the only way she was going to stand a group of teenage girls screaming and fawning over the musicians. Seriously, Justin Bieber? They couldn’t have gotten someone a little more… adult?

The night wasn’t a total lose as she did manage to run into her ex, Senri. They had a pleasant enough encounter, and after that Morgan had let the alcohol and music sway her into a dance frenzy. The music really wasn’t so bad when you forgot there were lyrics and just danced.

When Morgan finally felt wiped out, she had taken off her strappy high-heeled shoes. The shoes were dangling in her hands as she walked out of Prom.

“s**t. Where’s the car?” Looking around she couldn’t quite figure out where she has parked. Never mind though, she wasn’t confident in her ability to drive anyways. The random crashes and screaming of what was going on around her didn’t seem to bother Morgan at all. She shrugged it off as kids being kids and excited over prom. What Morgan cared about was getting home. Clearly, there was only one solution. The drunken redhead found a safe corner and transformed into Sailor Circe. Roof top jumping would get her home faster.

When she transformed, she immediately felt a strange tingling sensation. The beginning of a head ache? The warm feeling of alcohol in her system? No, it was more ominous then that. It was the unmistakable power of chaos. Sailor Circe couldn’t help but wonder what was happening, she had to go investigate.

Prom.

It was the one thing that Ellie had been avoiding like the plague. Yet her mom had insisted she go. So rather than argue with her mom, she had dressed up, and the moment she left, the blonde transformed into Sailor Iris and had proceeded to patrol alone.

If ********* had been there, she would have had a few choice things to tell Sailor Iris. However, she wasn't there, so the eternal senshi's ears were not getting lectured off.

It had honestly seemed like a quiet evening. Sailor Iris wouldn't have been surprised if there had been no trouble at all that evening. Prom had seemed to consume the whole city after all. The tomboy had actually been looking forward to the day after prom, where life would honestly get back to normal. No more malls being flooded with tacky gowns. No more girls acting even more girly than usual.

It would have seemed like the evening had been in the clear, if it weren't for the sudden gathering of various energy signals. Did Sailor Iris call any of the members of her team for back up? No. There wasn't time for that.

Rushing towards the scene via the street, she eventually saw the large punk-spiked youma. There were some people along the streets, but it seemed more were along the rooftops like a bunch of looky-loos. That was not Eternal Iris' style. However, some other girl seemed to be thinking in her style. Following suit after a green haired girl, the blonde rushed towards the youma, throwing a punch in its direction. Who knew if it would hit, miss, or generally be ineffective? Sailor Iris didn't think this sort of stuff through. Ever.

"Hey, I'm Perseus, Senshi of Illusion." The sailor nodded to the rooftop addition, a base level sailor who looked extra frilly and cute in her fuku. The skirt seemed to poof out to unreasonable sizes, almost like a big cloud at her hips. She wondered what the other girls sphere was. It was possible that the scout was relatively new since Perseus hadn't ever seen her around before.

Turning her attention back down the youma, she noticed that its presence had drawn quite a bit of attention. It was a bit shocking to realize that just like her, many of the Scouts and Negas had come from prom. It was an odd thought, and Perseus didn't like having it one bit. "Looks like its time for another battle royale..." She was reminded of the large scale battles of the past, the Halloween ball, the battle with the phoenix, and so many others as well. Large sources of power drew awakening tended to draw other powered beings like moths to the flame.

Ripping off another chunk of metal, she grabbed the edge of it and spun it downwards discus style at the youma. The power signatures converging here were a bit overwhelming, including one she'd felt before. General-Queen Tanzanites signature stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the others. If she was here, things were infinitely more dangerous.

Juno didn't really have the time to admire the growing crowd, especially the ones that held back or attacked things other then the giant youma monster. She did catch the senshi of rainbow out of the corner of her eye, and was happy for a bit of backup even from a stranger.

As close as she was to the monster she took cautious enough to jump back a little after her first punch, looking for a nice and unspiked area before she went forward again. Her hands crashed against the pavement, before using her arms strength and momentum to spring her body into the air in a lovely handspring, hoping her heels would land quickly and firmly into some vunerable Beibs flesh.

Gotta love the agility and strength boost being powered up always brought. This kind of stuff made her regular everyday gymnastics look like a five year old was doing them.

There had been a brief protest of demand to make up his mind which way he was hauling people, but it was quickly over ridden by the... thing where the shrieking singer had been. Well, at least he'd never have to worry what puberty was going to do to his 'pipes' as it were.
A quick change and an almost distracted swat at his disheveled bangs and Zinkenite glanced at Ilmenite before wading back into the frey.

"Well, if nothing else I'd say that turning that little twerp into something that almost passes for talented proves we're on the right side of this fight.." He quipped before launching a tear-gas crystal towards the familiar form of Perseus

Ilmenite was grumbling about the injustice of battles occurring when he might just be getting some before he started after Zinkenite. His eyes flicked to Perseus as Zink launched in at her, and he almost immediately split off, very much not wanting to stand in his general's shadow. He might have been short, but that was a long shadow all the same.

Instead he produced his bolas, crying out something incoherent in an attempt to distract, and then twisted, flinging them in Juno's direction. If she was going to run around like that, he was going to try to tangle up her feet and bring her down.

As Bebe had make her excuses to leave already, and Guen was feeling tired (and a bit tipsy), she decided to call it a night. It seemed like just about everyone had left anyway. Awkwardly she said her goodbyes, promising to call, or hang out, or see you Monday. She missed school sometimes. She missed how simple her problems used to be, and she especially missed her old friends, like Talia. Her brain curled around these thoughts through what felt like a dense, warm fog. She felt weird. There had definitely been something up with that punch.

She wandered into the downtown district, heading back to her dad's- when her walk was interrupted by an etherial screeching. She glanced around, alarmed- but it had been LOUD, far enough away for her to know this wasn't just some cat hidden amongst the trash and rubble. As a Crystal Academy student, she wasn't equipped to handle this. Fortunately for her, she had an alter ego that might provide some options better than 'die at hands of scary monster'.

Adrenaline temporarily subdued the warm pulse of the alcohol in her veins. She dodged behind a dumpster and re-emerged as Gypsum, wondering what sort of tomfoolery was going on - she doubted very much from the sound of it that it was senshi. Can't get one quiet night, can I? This snide reflection was quickly forgotten though, as she trotted at an easy pace toward the next intersection - the noise had come from there. She felt a little Clark Kent, running for the alley opening, but a lot like - what was his name? Oh, right. A lot like Lex Luthor.

She could feel a pulse on the night air- almost taste it, like some kind of cloying perfume. Youma. She hadn't had much experience with them herself, as she was still untrained, but that didn't matter now. This was obviously Negaverse business, and it was more than likely going to be interrupted by a certain faction of goofy-suited jerkwads. She skid around the corner, and...Stopped.

Before her lumbered a rather impressive, giant, spiky, scaly BEAST of a youma. For some reason, it make her think of pop radio, and that just made her more angry. The alcohol chose that point to tap on her shoulder, and tell her that if she was REALLY MAD, why didn't she DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

With this thought firmly grasped in the murk of her forebrain, she ran toward it, glancing around for an opponent, and in the process nearly crashing into a senshi who seemed damned and determined to punch the youma. Without thinking, she kicked out with her leading foot, aiming with the point of her heel at the back of Sailor Iris's knee.

"Show you 't mess withhuss," she slurred threateningly.