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PostPosted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 1:04 pm


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[Fail!Streak Arc, Episode 2]

Red on red. Red on gold. Red on white.

For some reason, the sight of blood on the white parts of her fuku affected Pomona strongly. White was supposed to be strong, be pure, not bloody.

Red on white.

Pomona was never so deluded as to think that she was a particularly powerful Senshi. She was just a Super - now one of many Supers - with a laughable sphere. And oh, how she wished she was being overly dramatic about that, but she wasn't; she'd heard the disbelief in that mirror Senshi's voice after she saw Pomona pepare her attack.

Of course, that mirror Senshi wasn't laughing now, now was she? And that was part of the problem. That Senshi was probably in the hospital now because of Pomona. Probably; Pomona hadn't even had the courage or decency to make sure.

Senshi were soldiers in the ongoing war against Chaos; Pomona knew that. Pomona also knew that Sailor Moon - Queen Serenity - would have been their leader if she were here. It stood to reason then that the Senshi should act in a way that Sailor Moon would have approved of. From most of what Pomona had heard, Sailor Moon had stood for peace, love, and justice. That had suited Pomona just fine, since she wasn't a violent person to begin with.

And yet that Sailor Leto had been hurt by her, bled on her; red on white.

As a Senshi, Pomona had been in several battles already. They had been bloody battles, even if Pomona hadn't been the one to spill the blood. Each side was so convinced of their beliefs that words didn't seem to be enough, which left fists and bloodshed. Bloodshed that had been going on since the Silver Moon Kingdom, if not before!

How could Senshi represent peace, love, and justice while spilling blood? How could even Quen Serenity have done it? Pomona had heard tales of her and her great achievements, but she was beginning to think that they'd been embelished. Chaos had existed during Sailor Moon's time, and if she had been successful in talking Chaos down, surely they wouldn't still be fighting. Surely even the great Sailor Moon had had to resort to violence.

"Had to" was the key phrase though. "Had to," not "wanted to," because that was what seperated them from Chaos, wasn't it? That and their goals. What exactly Chaos' goal was she wasn't sure, but she doubted it could be good, seeing how quick they were to hurt and kill others, how they required the energy of other human beings to fuel their plans.

Plans that Pomona didn't know. Pomona prided herself on her knowledge, but she didn't really know why they were fighting. Good versus evil was all she really knew, and she was quickly discovering that the distinction between the two wasn't as clear as she thought.

Red on white. She'd sullied her own image of the White Moon Senshi, so the least she could do was find out why.
PostPosted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:49 am


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[Fail!Streak Arc, Episode 3]

Pomona faces Super Sailor Ganymede in Polaris's battle competition. She loses, not managing to land a single hit on Ganymede.

This battle takes place the day after Pomona faced Leto. This battle shows how off-balance Pomona is from that night, continuing the Fail!Streak Arc.

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[Fail!Streak Arc, Episode 4]
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 11:46 am


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The holidays had been a blur. Thanksgiving had taken its time in coming, but Christmas had just popped out of nowhere, like a ninja; a ninja holiday. Did that even make sense? Whatever, it fit. Between exams and patrols and accidentally beating up mirror Senshi and being rescued by chibi Senshi – yes, being rescued by, not rescuing – she hadn’t had time to even buy Christmas presents before the holiday was upon her.

In a flurry of mistletoe and wrapping paper, Christmas had gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by fireworks and alcoholic beverages. Rosa kept one eye on her imbibing parents and the other on her little siblings, and despite the faint edginess that she felt constantly – surely something would happen to ruin the holidays – all went well and all the winter holidays were perfectly merry. It was so nice - so normal - that her little brother throwing up on her shoes after eating too much candy didn’t really bother her.

Why then, on January 3, had Rosa hurriedly left the house, transforming into Sailor Pomona as soon as she was a safe distance away? Too. Much. TOGETHERNESS.

Dammit all, but little brothers could be such a pain! Little brothers, jerkface older brothers, and nagging parents; the lot of them! Distracted as she had been by school and her Senshi duties, Pomona had almost forgotten. Then came the holidays and weeks of doing activities together, and as much as saving the world from magical psychopaths had helped her realize how much she cherished her family, enough was enough! She had to get out.

So Pomona took to the streets, arms crossed tightly against the cold, and began to patrol. She hadn’t patrolled since before the holidays, and even then her patrols had been shorter then normal. She’d been slacking again and really, there was no excuse for it. Maybe she’d make up for it and visit the dreaded park? There was always trouble to be found there.

A body-shaking shiver from the cold made Pomona reconsider. Going to look for a fight didn’t really appeal. In fact, the longer Pomona stayed out in the cold in her tiny Senshi outfit, the less she wanted to be outside at all. A pity, since being henshined up had sapped away the edginess she’d felt throughout the holidays, but the cold, oh no, she didn’t like it.

Wait… duh! Planet Pomona. Her planet was a fricken greenhouse, how could she forget that? She was willing to bet that it was just as hot and muggy there as it had been the last three times she had visited. And hey, the last time she hadn’t had any unfortunate encounters with her planet’s vegetation, so maybe it was a sign that she was familiar enough with her planet now to actually enjoy taking trips there.

Pulling out her magic red phone, the world soon became hot, humid, and green. Grinning, Pomona took a deep breath of the damp air, then let it out slowly. Talk about a change of pace! She swore she could feel her dry skin reviving from just the few seconds she’d been there.

Recognizing the crossroads she was at, Pomona decided that it was past time that she visit the little town she had spotted once before. Setting off in its direction, she kept to a sedate stroll; slow and steady just seemed like the way to do things on Planet Pomona. She got the feeling that the planet’s inhabitants had rarely done anything in a hurry, except for maybe hurrying to the dinner table, if the Pomona space-hobbits were anything like Tolkien’s Hobbits.

Tiled roofs soon appeared over the rolling hills, followed by what looked like adobe walls. It was hard to tell from the distance, seeing as how the walls were almost completely covered in different vines. It was not hard to tell though that it was most definitely a small town, or a tiny village actually; only four streets from the looks of it. Maybe Planet Pomona had not big cities? Just an educated guess, but she suspected it was true.

Pomona reached the very edge of the village, looked down the street, and grinned. The town could pass for a little Bree, if Bree had been more Spanish then English. As it was, the ivy curling over every building hid most of the adobe walls, so she could almost close her eyes and imagine…

… a really big festival. Wait, what?

Frowning, Pomona opened her eyes, and much to her consternation, the image was still there! It was like a bad drug drip, a ghostly scene playing out before her eyes. Instead of ivy, the buildings were decked out with lively flags and banners and streamers. More decorations were hung between the buildings, criss-crossing over the street. And the street! Before a weedy road, now crowded with hazy images of people: talking people, laughing people, drinking people, and eating people. Lots and lots of eating people. In fact, Pomona saw a mob of people surrounding a table laden with bowls of peppers, engaged in what looked suspiciously like an eating contest. She squinted, trying to get better look, then promptly fell back on her arse when one of the hallucination-contestants looked up.

Sydney!

Scrambling back onto her feet, Pomona started to make her way through the crowd to get a better look at the table, before she realized she was going through the crowd. That was… kinda disturbing. She knew it wasn’t real, but Pomona nevertheless made her way to the edge of the crowd, skirting around the ghostly apparitions she saw as she tried to make her way through. She suspected any on-looker would think she looked quite ridiculous, dancing around invisible obstacles, but she couldn’t just go plowing on through the crowd of ghost-hallucionation-memory people. She was sure it was disrespectful or something.

Of course, the memory ghosts didn’t seem to care that Pomona was trying to not walk through them. In fact, many of them seemed to be headed in her direction now, like she was swimming upstream. Some of the little children were pointing to some place behind her, and finally Pomona twisted to try and find what they were looking at. A small group of people had gathered around a blonde that looked like a sort of low-key belly dancer, except for the oddly familiar hair. It was not, however, the blonde that seemed to hold the children’s attention. No, it was the gray, tailless, talking cat that had garnered all this attention.

*********. It had to be. And if that was *********, then the blonde was probably Iris. She supposed it made sense that Iris would be here, since Iris was a fellow member of the Asteroid Belt.

Shaking her head, Pomona resumed heading towards the pepper-eating table. Up close now, she could definitely see that yes, one of the people chomping down on peppers definitely looked like a red-faced Sydney. There was a wild-haired girl, and a boy with puppy-ear hair, and smack in the center of the table was... herself.

Pomona stared and stared, then blinked and stared some more because really, it was odd seeing her past self. She had known on an intellectual level that she'd had a past life, but finally seeing proof of it in the form of her memory self was an experience. That and her logical little mind couldn't help but wonder why she was experiencing a memory - presumably her own - from a third person P.O.V. It made no sense. She quickly wrote it off to magic, knowing that if she pondered the issue too long she'd get a headache.

Back to the matter at hand: Sydney. If Sydney had been here on Planet Pomona, then obviously she had known her at least on a passing basis in the past. She was curious to know what their relationship had been like, especially since she was already picking up some subtle differences between this memory and the present day. For example, Sydney was willing eating peppers. Peppers! The Sydney Pomona knew disliked the spicy fruits - yes, they were fruits, not vegetables - and avoided them as best she could. This Sydney was not only eating them, but was doing so rather determinedly, her red face the only sign of her discomfort. In fact, most of the contestants seemed to be taking the competition quite seriously, herself included.

" Come on Rosie lass, you can do it! Don't be lettin' us down!"

The cry from the crowd got the attention of Pomona, her past self, and the past Sydney. Her past self looked like she wanted to throw a pepper at the man the had called out, but the expression looked exaggerated, like she was responding to a running joke or something. On the other hand, Syndey had a slightly amused look on her face as she eyed past-Pomona's reaction.

' Sydney somehow subconsciously remembered my past nickname? That's nuts.' Pomona thought, shaking her head in disbelief. ' Just a coincidence. It's an obvious enough nickname.'

The fact that her past self had flowers incorporated into her outfit probably had something to do with the nickname. Her past self’s hair - which was longer then her current style - had flowers woven into it, and she had a rose choker. It fit, she supposed; after all, Planet Pomona had an awful lot of plant life, and was most definitely an agricultural planet. In fact, considering the number of people gathered here, she suspected that this little town was the biggest single settlement on the whole planet.

Looking at it that way, this seemed like the place for the castle of Pomona to be located, assuming there was one. Pomona suspected that the castle wouldn’t be a very grand one, assuming there even was one to begin with. But every planet and/or Senshi had a castle, didn’t they? So surely there was at least an especially grand hobbit hole that passed for the Pomona castle. Pomona just had to find it.

Just as Pomona made up her mind to go searching for her castle, the memory ended, vanishing just as quickly as it came. Left in a weed-choked street, devoid of the parties from the distance past, Pomona found herself wishing the memory would come back. Having finally seen what it had looked like when people had lived here, the empty streets suddenly felt wrong. This had not been some cold city of jaded people, but a place where the inhabitants had been happy, warm, and lively, so now their absence was especially keen.

Shuddering, Pomona hurriedly walked down the widest looking street, figuring it was the most likely to lead to her castle. Once she made the turn onto the street, she could tell that she had made the right choice. The road was just a couple of buildings long, the buildings quickly replaced by wild shrubbery on both sides. Above the bushes, perched on a hill, Pomona could see a large house perched on a hill, overlooking the town. That, she figured, was probably the castle.

And sure enough, it was. The overgrown lane eventually widened into what had probably once been a lawn, the dirt road changing to worn cobblestone as it led up the hill to the two-story “palace.” It was certainly comfortable, perhaps even large, but it was no mansion, and certainly not what one would call a castle. It had no turrets, no moat, and didn’t even appear to be made of stone. Indeed, the patches of wall visible through the ivy appeared to be made of adobe, much like the buildings back in the town.

Shoving a few vines aside, Pomona brushed the wood of the arched front door before finally laying her hand on it.

“ Capsaicin.” She said with a sigh.

Capsaicin, Castle of Pomona. She knew instinctively that she had spent a lot of time here.

“ Amelia!” called someone.

Pomona pivoted to see her past-self chasing an orange-haired girl up the path to the castle. She barely got a glimpse at this “Amelia’s” face before she and her past self literally passed through the doors and into the castle. She couldn’t help but think that the freckled teen seemed vaguely familiar, even if she couldn’t place her.

Pomona pushed the heavy wooden door inward and was greeted by the sight of a fairly spacious entrance – spacious for here, anyway – flanked on both sides with curving staircases that led to a second floor. Between them was an arched opening, and having just seen her past self disappear through it, it was through there that Pomona chose to go. She moved at a fast pace, trying to keep up with her past self, and eventually was confronted with what looked like a small, confined jungle.

The Senshi stared at the wall of green for a moment, then allowed her eyes to follow the barely-visible perimeter, eventually realizing that this jungle was in fact an overgrown garden located in the center of the “castle.”

Right. So far Pomona hadn’t had many positive experiences with the local plant life, and she just couldn’t work up the motivation to tackle this mess today. Turning around, Pomona traced her way back through kitchens and dining rooms – yes, plural – before she finally made it back to the castle’s entrance. She planned to leave and resume her explorations another day, but it somehow seemed wrong – disrespectful, even - to magically beam away from within the castle.

Slipping out the castle’s doors, Pomona gaped at what she saw.

The lawn of the castle, the hills surrounding it – heck, Pomona was willing all the available grass on the whole tiny little planet! – had been staked out by visitors with blankets and mattresses and sleeping bags. Little campfires had sprung up everywhere, dotting the rural landscape for as far as the eye could see. Children shrieked and giggled as they chased each other around said campfires, adults with over-full bellies watching them with lazy amusement. A group of locals stood nearby, whispering excitedly with a group of minstrels and bards.

It was… well, it was nice. Yes, ignoring all the evil thorns and hell-spawn peppers, Pomona could say that her planet had been nice once upon a time.

A sudden cheer and flurry of laughter erupted from the near by group, making Pomona leap a bit. Whipping her head around, she saw the group of locals dispersing, running amongst the guests lazing about on the lawn and pulling random people to their feet. The musicians, meanwhile, had clustered closer to a large bonfire that two other locals seemed to have magically started. A look from their director, and a lively tempo filled the air, loud, happy voices shouting obviously-familiar words along with them.

" Hark my lads and lassy-bells
Hear the voices rise and swell
Ho ho, hey hey, yer young ‘n gay!
So go and dance yer heart away!"


The Pomonians appeared to be dragging young people towards the bonfire, where they gleefully coerced them into lines for dancing. The locals then paired off, the men carrying the song on in booming voices.

" Now listen here you hopeful gents
You’ve no wife yet to lament!
So grab yerself a drink or two
And hold a lassy close to you."


The women-folk, in one well-rehearsed movement, all harrumphed and pushed away their dance partners, plucking young men from the group herded their earlier and using them as their new dance partners.

" Looky ladies, ‘n learn ye’ well
These boys, they hide intentions well
So don’t your a-heart deny:
Pick one easy on the eye!"


Now it was the ladies turn to laugh as they shoved the young men towards the assembled ladies, flouncing away for their original partners. One of the waiting maidens boldly took the nearest boy’s hand and pulled him into the dancing. With a start, Pomona realized it was herself.

Well. Well!

The dancing began in earnest then, the young singles pairing up with hoots and hollers, the now perked-up on-lookers cheering them on. Some of the onlookers even began to dance themselves, their twirling and stamping silhouettes visible in front of their campfires. Pomonians staggered out of the castle now and then, laden with trays of food – the phrase “too much food” had no meaning here – which they brought out amongst the guests. The guests, despite having surely eaten well earlier, helped themselves to the offerings to fuel themselves for the continued festivities.

Well indeed! Pomona grinned widely, alternating between shaking her head and laughing while she pulled out her phone and dialed home; her new home, anyway. This place, at last, she could tell had truly been home first.
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On St. Patrick’s Day, Rosa wore her “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” pin with pride. Unlike so many of the people that wore their green memorabilia and drank their green beers, Rosa actually was Irish. Well, half-Irish, though her Irish blood had manifested strongly in her appearance. With her red hair, green eyes, fair skin, and freckles, she most certainly had an Irish image.

Coming from such a strongly Irish family, St. Patrick’s Day was a day for family get-togethers. Everyone wore nice, tasteful clothes, all outfits sporting some green. When Grandmother was in attendance, things were supposed to be kept tasteful and uncommericalized – she insisted that St. Patrick’s Day celebrations outside of Ireland were often a load of nonsense – and yet Rosa wore her pin and ignored the disapproving looks the family matriarch sent her way.

When the food was ready, Rosa and her family took their seats at the dining table, Grandmother sitting at the head. Her mother had been cooking all day with Rosa lending a hand, and together they had churned out an impressive amount of food: lamb chops, baked potatoes, cabbage and bacon, soda bread, and a chocolate cake with green frosting (a certain little sibling had to have chocolate cake).

A quick blessing was said over the meal – even Grandmother knew better then to keep a bunch of young people from their food – and then everyone dug in. Plates and bowls were passed around and forks engaged in pointless battles over the “best” portions of food. A pitcher of Guinness was passed around, and even Rosa was offered a sip, but she declined with a wrinkled nose. Small hands reached for the pitcher that Rosa had declined, but a stern look from the head of the table stopped them in their tracks.

Once everyone had their food, the initial ruckus died down, everyone too busy stuffing themselves to do much talking. Of course, that didn’t deter Grandmother.

“ Rosa dear, you’re awfully scarce these days. I haven’t seen you or your little friends in some time. How are they?”

Some time ago, Rosa had been forced to get together with “friends” – fellow Senshi in their civilian guises – at her Grandmother’s house, so as to avoid unwanted attention from her parents and siblings. Grandmother had been pleased that Rosa was making more friends, even if she wasn’t especially impressed with the quality of the friends she had made; unimpressive friend still beat no friends.

Rosa was aware of Grandmother’s thoughts. With her two elder siblings going their separate ways, she had decided that it would fall to Rosa to become the next head of the family, the next Matriarch. For a while, Rosa had chafed at the idea; that had landed her at Crystal Academy. Then she became a Senshi and a lot of her views changed. She could better understand the importance of family and the desire to preserve history. She still didn’t appreciate how Grandmother expected her to fill the role, expected her to learn to act in a way more befitting her ideals, but she at least understood where she was coming from. In truth, the idea of becoming the next head of the family would have some appeal if it wasn’t for the whole Senshi thing.

She was getting better at balancing the different aspects of her life – daughter, sister, student, Senshi – but she still wasn’t perfect at it. Lies had become an unfortunate fact of life. If she had trouble keeping everything separate and straight now, she couldn’t see how she’d do it when she had a job and family. Not unless she won the lottery, became a millionaire, and cultivated the image of “mysterious millionaire recluse.” Somehow, the image didn’t fit.

“ Fine. We were busy with a project for a while, but we went our separate ways with the new semester.”

Partial truth. The group she had brought to Grandmother’s house was her attempt at making a Senshi team. That had been their only meeting though. After that, there was no time, no way to get everyone together, and eventually everyone drifted apart; some she hadn’t seen since. Rosa – Pomona – had kept fairly busy though, and had gotten stronger and maybe even a bit smarter since then.

And that was a random, amusing thought. The Latin-Spanish flare of her Senshi appearance had grown stronger as she leveled up. Here was Rosa Sullivan, proud of her Irish heritage, decked out in green and digging into an Irish-inspired meal. Tonight though she would be Sailor Pomona, Senshi of Peppers, fighting evil in a fuku that wouldn’t look out of place in a Latin dancing competition. In the past she had lived on a planet of Spanish space hobbits, and as quaint as some might find Planet Pomona, she was by no means ashamed of it. So what did that make her? An Irish alien? A Pomonian leprechaun?

She supposed it didn’t really matter. This – Victor glaring at his vegetables on his plate, Flora trying to grab mom’s dangly earring, dad joking with Milo, Alex teasing Quintus – was her family now. The past – her heritage - was important, but it wasn’t more important than the present. She’d have to do the best she could. Maybe she could be the eccentric cat-lady Matriarch.

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Sailor Pomona had finally worked up the nerve to go exploring some of the buildings in the main town on her planet. She naturally chose the largest building, locating in the center of the town, and after a couple of pulls, finally managed to yank the double door open. The sight that greeted her was unexpected.

The room was large and open, a low platform like a sort of stage on one end. Wooden chairs were scattered throughout the room, all of them knocked over, smashed, or splintered. The floor was covered in scuff marks, scratches, and yellowed papers who’s writing had long since faded. Nothing Pomona had seen on her planet thus far quite compared to this. This room wasn’t simply empty, abandoned, or picked clean. No, something had happened here, something seemingly less then peaceful. But what? What was this room? A concert hall?

Pomona explored the room slowly, feet stirring up small clouds of dust as she moved. As she approached the stage, she started hearing muffled sounds, an indication of an oncoming memory; excellent timing.



“-lmen. I will take over from here.”

A pudgy man in the center of the room – a councilman - bowed and exited, leaving Sailor Pomona, the concerned partes, and a couple of lads meant to supply muscle if necessary; it never was. Sailor Pomona eyed the gathered complainants, sighed, and crossed her arms.

“ Alright Thornberry, let’s hear it. What did you do this time?”

Thresher Thornberry was a young man with too much fondness for drinking and quarreling. His handsome face meant he got away with more then he should, but he was still a troublemaker, and one of the few people on Planet Pomona that could be classified as a delinquent. If Sailor Pomona wasn’t as familiar with his character as she was, she might believe the innocent face he was trying to give her.

“ Me? I didn’t do nothing! I’m innocent this time, I swear.”

“ Oh yeah Thresher, you innocent; innocent as a goat in a garden.” Was the sarcastic response from one of the two angry girls flanking Chipson; Ivyana Greenroot, if she remembered.

“ You leave Thresh alone!” Screeched the other girl, Lilia Claypot.

“ Stuff it, you dirtbrained twit! That Thornberry put a mangy goat in my prized pepper patch!”

“ Buttercup ain’t mangy!” The Mudpot girl said, indignant, before her eyes widened as she realized her slip. Sailor Pomona just sat and silently watched the byplay.

“ Buttercup? Buttercup?! That old goat was your’s? You dirty little rat! Yo-”

“ You called me a rabbit!” A Pomonian term for “slut.”

“ Because you kissed Thresh!” Ivyana looked close to strangling the other girl.

“ Because he's my boyfriend.” Lilia said in a tone that obviously questioned Ivyana’s intelligence.

“ He was my boyfriend.” Ivyana seethed.

The two girls took a break in their hissing and yowling to glare at each other and then, as if communicating telepathically, turned to glare at Thresher. Thresher looked pleadingly at Sailor Pomona, but he’d get no help from that quarter; she was too busy supporting her face with her palms. The fighting began again, the two girls alternating between insulting each other and ganging up on Thresher, various references to stupidity, promiscuity, and dung-faces being thrown about. It was only when Ivyana moved to claw at Lilia that Sailor Pomona stepped in.

“ SHUT UP!” The three stopped in shock, staring at their planet’s normally affable Senshi.

“ Greenroot. You will repair the damages done by the goat; not your father, not your siblings, you. Claypot, you’re paying Greenroot for your goat’s damages. You’ll also personally see to it that Greenroot receives Buttercup’s dung to use for fertilizer.” Lilia looked ready to protest, but a glare from Pomona shut her up.

“ Thornberry, since you’re ultimately the reason for all this, and thus for my headache, you can help me harvest and deseed the next batch of Fire Peppers.”

The three stood there, staring dumbly after the pronouncement of their punishments. Pomona sighed.

“ Well? Get out of here! And don’t waste my time like this again!”



… the hell? In the present, Sailor Pomona blinked as she emerged from the memory, staring at the now-familiar table on the raised platform. So she’d been a mediator in the past? Why? Surely she’d had better things to do then mediate teenage drama? Harvesting Fire Peppers, for example. That sounded promising, even if she didn’t remember what exactly a Fire Pepper was. All she’d really remembered was that “rabbit” was an insult, Fire Peppers were scary, and that teenagers were the same everywhere.
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Pomona meets someone that's even worse at this magical-hero gig then her: Nysa, Page of Neptune. She rescues him, and then they talk a bit.

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Pomona comes across a newbie knight, Sutai. Sutai turns out to be a Polaris Page, so Pomona unites her with Sailor Polaris.
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Pomona discovers a toilet youma. Pomona runs from said youma. Back-up arrives in the form of Babylon Knight. Babylon joins Pomona in running from youma. Youma calls for backup. Pomona calls Polaris. Youmas are dusted.
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In exchange for peppers, Princess Iris mows the lawn on Planet Pomona.

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PostPosted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 1:16 pm


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