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No, they were not going to talk about this--at least, not now. The screaming, monochrome Corrupted Senshi was giving them quite a lot to deal with at the moment without approaching the topic of purification. Pasiphae had never really had much luck with the topic anyway, so maybe it was for the best. No matter how badly she wanted to convince anyone... only they could decide if they wanted to be saved. She would not bore the blond with prattle if it did not look like it was helping and instead hurting their cause. So, she continued running, occasionally casting glances back at their opponent.

When asked for ideas, the Eternal was forced to shake her head. She could not throw a shield around the Shade no more than she could around the original. If she threw a shield around herself, then she would be trapped and unable to help her striped-tempoary-ally. She bit a lipsticked lip and thought frantically. When they neared the freeway she skidded to a halt before the two of them could go running into traffic.

"Um... have you ever played Frogger?"

Garnet eyes looked at the male beside her like he had lost his mind as she whispered, "When I was younger... but are you sure? Weaving in and out of traffic... it seems needlessly dangerous." But then again, what wasn't dangerous for them in this war. She took up one of his hands and squeezed it, gulping back fear as she breathed out. "Okay. I'll go first. That way... at least I can throw a shield around myself if I need to and prevent you from getting hit." Could her shields hold up against a car speeding along at 70 or 80 miles per hour? Only one way to find out.

Pasiphae began her sprint across the road.

Pasiphae could not respond to her companion's words because she was too busy concentrating on traffic. When she heard him yelling at her like she was a crazy person, it was nearly disasterous. She barely managed to jump up in time to avoid the green Honda that came barreling past, laying on the horn the whole way. This... this had been his plan, hadn't it? To run in traffic and hope that a car would kill his Shade? So why was he yelling at her?! She turned to yell at him, "I'm... I'm just doing what you said?"

The deep, long horn snapped Pasiphae to attention and she immediately blurted out for her most powerful magic, "*Pasiphae Social Stigma!" The maroon beads snapped from her mask and immediately surrounded her. She directed the three remaining shields to some of the onlookers on the other side of the street, just in case bouncing off her shield put them in danger. She hoped that the ones inside the cars would be safe but.. she knew her magic well enough to know that if she tried to protect them, she might end up hurting others instead by limiting their controls over the vehicles.

--Social Stigma - Defensive
The most powerful attack, Social Stigma allows the energy shield to exist for a longer period of time, anywhere from 45 seconds to 60 seconds depending on the amount and intensity of attacks absorbed. The energy shield can now activate around up to four people, including Sailor Pasiphae. Whoever Sailor Pasiphae shields will find their mobility restricted and unable to attack as long as the shield lasts.

In addition to shielding up to four people, whenever the weapon/her attacker comes into physical contact with her shield, it induces an overwhelming sensation of shame which can actively affect the enemy for as long as the shield lasts.

NOTE: How each opponent experiences this shame differs based on their personality. For example, a proud warrior might feel shame at attacking a purely defensive opponent, whereas a chivalrous guy might feel shame for attacking a girl.

--Drawbacks -
Only works on 4 people
Only works for a limited amount of time
Reduces mobility, making it impossible to attack as long as the shield lasts
Can be broken by a powerful enough attack/multiple lesser attacks

Pasiphae slammed her eyes shut and shivered within her shield. She heard the squeal of tires and the sickening smack of car meeting flesh. Her shield held enough, as it only got minorly nicked, and she heard no indications that anyone other than the Shade had been hurt. Whenever she heard the Corrupted Senshi calling at her, she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.

The Eternal Senshi smiled at him from within the shield. A gloved hand rose to hover just over the maroon barrier, not touching it lest she too be overcome with emotion that she did not want to feel. "I'm alright. The shield will fall in a moment, and then I'll be on my way. I'm guessing that you will too... right?" She could not keep some sadness from her voice, but it was just what made sense. He would want to flee the police, at the least, and had already made clear that he considered himself her enemy. She could only hope that some part of her speeches had reached him.

Pasiphae looked directly into the Corrupted Senshi's face as he spoke. Her observant gaze fell to his hands when he curled them to fists, and the motion hurt her emotionally. It shouldn't. There was no reason why it should hurt. He was absolutely right - he and those like him had been ordered to fight her, to kill her. Euclase and Typhon had both tried, had both made their murderous intentions clear... even Carnelian, with whom she had the most encounters had turned on her when last she had seen him. She shouldn't have ever expected that her agreeing to help him would turn him less hostile.

But it hurt, nevertheless. All she wanted... was to save him. To make it to where they would not be forced to tear each other a part, as Chaos seemed to dictate. She would fight him, if she had to do so, but she would consider it a failure. The failure, and the reminder of all the others she had failed to help, was painful and sent her eyes down to the ground. "I understand. I hope... you change your mind." There was always hope, right?

The shield fell just as the authorities showed up, and the Shame Senshi wasted no time. She dashed off in the direction from which she had come, leaping up on top of a roof as soon as she could to make pursuing her more difficult. She was not the most atheletic Senshi, but Pasiphae pushed herself until she was certain no one else was following and then leapt down into a familiar alley. It was time to go home.

It took only a little effort for her fuku to fade away. Penelope slumped tiredly against the brick wall, not caring what grime or dirt transferred to her sweatshirt. If this night had been a couple of years ago, she would have had enough energy to go on patrol again. If this night had been a few months ago, she would have broken down and cried and berated herself for the weakness. Tonight? Tonight she just felt tired and wanted...

When she pulled her hand bag from its hiding place, she hefted it over her shoulder. It seemed heavier than normal, and a glance inside reminded her why. She was carrying four DVDs that she had borrowed from Scott in her purse. she had intended to bring them back, perhaps overly hopeful that her patrol would go well. Surely it was too late now to bring them to him... but the thought of bringing them home again, when he might want to view them, made her pull out her phone and flip it open. He at least deserved the option and to know why she had been taking so long to get them back to him. ... well, as much of a 'why' as she was capable of offering without breaking her discretion, of course.

She scrolled down though the list of contacts until she found Scott's number. Then, she clicked 'Call' and put the ringing phone to her ear. If he was busy, then she would apologize for the interuption.

"Um... hi, Scott, it's me. Penelope."

Well, that was a pretty dumb way to begin, wasn't it? Of course it was her. He had entered her telephone number in his phone at the same time that she had entered his into her. He knew it was her. Why hadn't she thought of something better to open with? The flustered girl ran a hand through her thick, black hair and wondered why her face was suddenly so hot. Had she exerted herself that much? Or was it just that it was so cold outside that her skin felt warm by comparison?

She sucked in a breath and spoke up, deciding to exit the alley and head towards the nearest bus stop. Just in case he said he didn't want to meet because, well, she couldn't very well power up again after what had just happened on the freeway. It was some distance away but... maybe that, too, was all for the best. "I'm fine, and you? Um... I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I have the four movies I borrowed. I was wondering if you were available to meet up so I can return them?"

That was a little too demanding, wasn't it? Ugh, why was this so hard? "It... it's okay if you're busy or if it's too late and you don't want to. I just happen to be out and... well, I didn't know if maybe you wanted to watch them, so I felt bad about keeping them any longer..."

It threw her off a little just how excited Scott sounded to hear her. Her insecurities had a way of manifesting even to making phone calls, so she tended to keep them very short and rare, unless they were with very good friends. His eagerness made it a little easier to relax, "It's nice to talk with you, too. I hope you've been well. It's been... getting pretty cold at night."

Talking about the weather? Even Penelope was not that naive and knew it had to sound stupid. So, she just jumped onto what he was saying about where to meet. She stopped and bit her lip as she looked at her location. Penelope did not want to keep Scott from his work, but she could use something warm to settle her nerves. "I... yes, yes, I would love some cocoa. I'm near the corner of First and Third Street now... I think there's a Starbucks not too far from there that would still be open?" Generally, she preferred to support smaller businesses but she just... did not know where would be open at this point.

Then, she moved to a safer topic: giant monsters in films. The kind it was okay to enjoy and she found herself oddly enthralled with despite her experiences with the real thing. "Well, I'm glad to catch you! I've been wanting to talk about Rodan, because from what I understand there were some pretty signifcant differences between the English and the Japanese versions. Also, for Gamera, there's two MST3K riffs of it, so maybe one day we should watch those too, for laughs? I mean, not tonight because I know you have homework to finish but..."

Okay, so the weather part of the conversation had not been poorly recieved, and they had agreed to go to the Starbucks. Penelope counted these as successes! She continued walking, pressing her phone close to her ear to catch his last statements. His invitation surprised her--but in a good way, "This weekend? Yes, I think I can make it. The normal Council meeting was moved to Sunday this week, so Saturday would probably be better for me. Is that alright?"

She flushed whenever she realized that she had confused him with one of her statements. One should never assume others knew everything that one did! "Oh, I'm sorry! MST3K is short for Mystery Science Theater Three Thousand. It was a really popular show that riffed on a bunch of films... mostly the more unusual and silly B and C list movies, you know? I think you would like it! Oh, I'm at the Starbucks now - I'll be right by the door." She stood in the doorway, rubbing her arms against the night chill. Penelope's garnet gaze swept from left to right, just waiting for the familiar boy's face to appear so that she could go in and enjoy the company and warmth of the Starbucks. After what she had been through tonight... she needed both.