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Cybele was in a bit of a state of shock. What was she doing like this, anyway? She'd known the cat was weird, and she'd let it talk her into this anyway. She shot the cat a look of pure poison. But the anger passed. ********* wasn't an it, and it wasn't such a big deal. A fuku? New clothes, that was all. And a new name.

"I don't get it... Sailor Cybele, Senshi of the Hunt... You said the Senshi fight monsters... I mean, youma. But I almost got killed once. I was the hunted one then... So what does this mean?" The girl could barely wrap her mind around it. She knew she wasn't dreaming, but she felt strange all the sudden. Denial? Maybe. But it wasn't like this was a bad thing, so far. "Why do you have weird words for everything? The monsters are youma, my clothes are a fuku, and as for me... What about Fleur? I mean, me? I don't feel different. I don't think I need a new name..."

"Ok... I'm a super hero? But how does a new name help?" Cybele ran her hands over her face, feeling nothing new or different about that. Of course she'd heard of the terrorists. People would be scared of her, and she wasn't even given a mask. "I mean, I don't look different, do I? Can't they see Fleur in my face, or at least my DNA?" She twirled, looking at her fuku again. "And since when do heroes wear dresses, and heels? How am I supposed to fight in this?" Cybele didn't question that she'd fight. Being able to protect herself and others... She was the kid of person who couldn't sit still. For her it was much better to hunt down the evil than be attacked in ignorance.

Cybele seemed to be out of questions. Well, almost.She met the cat's eyes with curiosity, asking, "Why do you know so much about me?" She took a step back then, and followed the cat's instructions, as if it was payment for her question. "Cybele Hunter's Grace!" This time there wasn't a flash of light, just something in her hands. It was a bow, an average size, old fashioned bow with no frills that shimmered slightly. Whoever she was supposed to be had class. Cybele knew it wouldn't last. She also knew its arrow was a blessing, not a weapon. She'd been in archery class for a while, and as she drew the string she realized it had no real weight.She shot it into the air, and it came back down, dissolving around her and making her feel stronger. She ran. No, she flew. Not far, but faster than she'd ever run before.She could feel the wind on her face, and everything seemed so much brighter. She laughed. This was fun. Then she turned back. She got back to ********* just as her speed faded. She gasped, but she wasn't as tired as she should have been. "Whoa. That was... Incredible. But it's for fighting?"

Wow. ********* was finally giving her answers. Cybele smiled at the little cat and scratched her ears absentmindedly. Well, she rolled the answers aroung in her head for a while. She sat down so she could do pet ********* more easily, tugging her skirt into a modest position carefully. "Wait. What am I fighting for, anyway? Just to protect?" Her eyes scanned the street thoughtfully. "The youma... I've only seen one so far. How am I supposed to fight them if I'm not around? I'm pretty busy, you know." Giving up her time... It was something she didn't take lightly. But protecting people was worth it, as lives were as important as her future.

Cybele scratched down ********* back to her... 'tail'. "Why don't you have a tail, *********? Do you fight?" She knew some cat's naturally didn't, but with ********* line of ' work', she was curious. "And is there anything else I should know?" She grabbed her lunch box and opened the bag that had held the sandwich, looking for a trace of tuna salad. There was a little that had falled out of her sandwhich. "Here. Sorry about the rest of it... I can make another one." she said, offering the fish to the kitty. ********* deserved it, for not being a monster.

Cybele giggled at the cat's sudden reaction to the tiny amount of food. "Wow, *********. Maybe you are a real cat!" She waited politely for a few seconds so she could eat, then turned back to the... problems at hand. "Yeah, I can probably figure something out. I'm good at finding time for things." Already she had a calender in her mind...

"Starseeds?" Cybele asked. It wasn't anything she could even find a meaning for. "So the Negaverse is the terrorists... Along with their monsters, the Youma?" Up until this point, she had just been smiling and nodding, but suddenly she felt sick. "More to it... You mean..." She shuddered. All she wanted was to vomit, to snap her magic pen into tiny, useless pieces. No, not pieces. Dust. And to pour the dust into a vat of acid. She didn't want to say it, but she did. "You mean you want me to hunt them? And kill them?" Her face... She didn't let it show disgust, but she didn't look at *********, either. Sailor Cybele, Senshi of the Hunt thought about her title. "I don't even like killing animals. Sorry it's in my new name. I won't. Wouldn't that make us the monsters?" She got up, threw her pen on the ground and walked away, slowly.

Cybele had only managed a couple of careful steps before the cat's voice caught up with her. She stopped and heard the cat out. A bright blush spread over her face. "Oh..." was all she could manage. Maybe she was being a bit overemotional, but she always made her points clearly. This time, like she often did, she hadn't thought it through. She turned around slowly. "I'm sorry... It's just so weird. I guess I'm overreacting." She sighed on purpose, a bit dramatically. "I don't mind fighting monsters, though..." She reached down as if to stroke the cat, but hesitated. She didn't wan ********* to be mad. "And of course I can help others!"

Honestly, Cybele wasn't exactly sure what was going on, still. It was definitely still up for grabs whether she was fully sure she even was fully relaxed from the whole 'Oh yeah, you may be fighting people~' thing. Actually, she knew she wasn't relaxed, but she wasn't about to go around screaming and running and doing stupid stuff that didn't really accomplish anything. That wouldn't really be fair to *********, especially with the sweet kitty trying hard to help and inform her. Animals had never gotten much courtesy from her before. In fact, she'd said lots to them that she'd never say to a person. That was going to change, though. She gently stroked ********* soft fur. "Well, it is pretty weird. Talking cats and magic and monsters? But it's not like a novel, really..." She wondered how long it would take before this became normal.

"Henshin Pen? Is that what this is called?" Cybele didn't even bother to pick it back up. She would have time to look at it more later. "Why bother with the fancy words?" Instead, her fingers found the phone. "I think I can remember them, though. Does this do anything special?" She looked at it as closely as she could without pressing the buttons. She didn't want it to do anything else magical and crazy. It looked pretty normal, though, not even that high tech.

"She threw up? That's not good. Stress can do a lot of stuff to you... It's understandable though." Her examination of the phone's exterior complete, she turned back to *********. "Well, it's not like you can make them fight." Her voice held a thread of challenge... Coated with a jar of honey. She didn't really want to be insulting. "So it's only girls?" She stroked ********* ears. "Well, at least I can fight the youma now, right?"

Cybele flushed a light pink again. "Oh, sorry, I kind of forgot." Her attention was still fixed on the phone, though. "I only ever saw one up close. A senshi, I mean. I've seen what they have on TV... But that's not exactly helpful for finding things out, you know? It's almost good luck you found me." Not wanting the phone to turn her into something stranger, Cybele put the it down slowly on the concrete. Once more, she scratched the cat behind the ears. Her eyes turned to the sky, though, her gaze thoughtful. " Yeah, about the thumbs... It's weird, isn't it? Well, maybe not for you, but for me... If I don't look at you, I can almost pretend you're a person." A little smile flicked across her lips, and her eyes flicked back to ********* for a second. "Then you start purring... But after everything that's happened, you haven't done anything to prove you're a normal cat, Miss *********."

Cybele shrugged, and looked ahead. It was just across the street, but she still held a determined expression in her eyes. It was important to impress the cat, she thought. "I suppose I can hunt the darkness for you, though it's hard to know where to start, you know? And I'm pretty sure you're going to vanish in just a few minutes, when you're done with me." Her eyes bored into the building across the street, but her hand was still on *********. "It could be much worse, though. I could still be normal."