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The guards would not be trapped in their little booth for long.

Tanzanite had been told to lay low after the life-altering experience of her promotion. One couldn't exactly go running around the city when the right side of your body looked like Venom had taken up residence in your appendage. Of course, that didn't stop her from going out altogether. In abandoned shops and closing attractions, there were always people to be found. Janitors, security guards, even employees staying late in at attempt to finish their mundane, worthless work; it was these individuals that Tanzanite had begun to seek out as prey, hidden away from the prying eyes of busy streets and crowded parks.

Her wild eyes were focused on the soft, shimmering starseed in her human palm, ignoring the youma arm as it sank its claws pointlessly into the mans stomach. It wound itself in, pulling at entrails the way a cat might pull at a string of yarn. Tanzanite clicked her tongue condescendingly, and the long, sharp fingers paused for only a moment. The spikes at the shoulder stood on end and a feeling of annoyance passed through her body.

“Such a mess,” she sighed in a soft whisper that would have covered the distant footsteps were it not for the sudden, jerking movement over her arm. It lifted, pointing in the direction of the noise like a hound after a fox, index finger extended and dripping blood. Tanzanite wrapped her human hand around the starseed, sending it away into Negaverse subspace. She rose from her kneeling position, having dragged the guards body to a dark corridor between two of the aquatic displays, and watched the entrance silently.

It was them.

She could have recognized a fuku from a mile away. Tanzanite rested a hand on the dark purple forearm, soothing it with a quiet whisper. The dark arm balled its fingers into a tight fist. She could feel the bloodlust radiating from it, urging her into a fight. It whispered its dark desires into the back of her mind, extended its black grip further into her chest. Tanzanite pushed it away, heeding Beryl's words.

You will learn to control it.

With a wide grin, she removed the restraining hand, and the Arm tapped its fingers along the aluminum wall like a climbing spider. A series of loud, hollow click boomed through the area, followed by one ear shattering screeeeeech as it dragged the claws back down, pulling away thin slivers of metal in its wake.

A ghost fish...? Oh god, seriously!?! Then Cancer straightened. There were no such things as ghosts. Although...

She sniffed. There was something metalic on the air. A sweet, sickly smell. And it wasn't the popsicle. She had no idea what that smell was. But she was about to find out that ignorance was bliss. There was nothing like a minion of darkness to drive a point home.

"Ghosts don't make sounds." She hoped. Still thinking that there was no way there were evil ghosts fish knocking stuff over. After all, why would a ghost knock things over? Abe hadn't seen enough horror movies.

She moved down the corridor, coming to pause in the entry-way to a pair of oposing exhibitions. Two funny colored octopi floated serenely in one tank, the other was taken up by a fish that looked like it was mostly all fins. Nothing odd there, the tanks were the brightest thing in the room. And that was a weird stain on the ground.

Cancer knelt, her brows furrowing as she touched the strange spill on the ground. It was too dark to tell what color it was, red... brown...?

"Oil...?" She glanced up, following the scuff-marks of the ground. Someone had dragged something really messy through here. And then she realized exactly what was going on here.

"Oh. My. God. We've walked in on someone trying to steal the dolphin!!" She hissed urgently to Pisces. She had seen a movie about this. Free Willy or something. This was a serious crime! If they didn't look after the dolphin, it would die!

Nevermind that the Aquarium didn't have a dolphin.

In horror movies, when something like this happened, it was typical for one of the leading ladies to scream. After all, there was something horrible attached to an equally horrible woman who was covered in blood.

Did the directors ever think about if this was reality? If this was reality, would the victims be able to scream? Or, would they be petrified into silence?

Pisces backed up against the wall-length fish tank, the fish's colorful fins serving as her backdrop and curtains. Her eyes were also wide, but not from madness. Her eyes were wide with that ancient, primeval emotion: fear.

"I-- I'm Sailor Pisces, the Senshi of Imagination. This is Sailor Cancer, the Senshi of Protection."

Through all of her fear, she was lucky that her quavering voice didn't crack or stutter. Indeed, the virtue of politeness was the only resolve that didn't seem to quiver under Tanzanite's stare.

If Tanzanite hadn't been surprised, she would have been laughing. As it were, she was staring at the two of them as though one had three heads and the other had only half a brain. While Cancer's 'special' assumptions were surprising on their own, it was the names which the first girl presented that made the spikes at Tanzanite's shoulder lay flat against her neck.

Pisces.

Cancer.

Not only were they senshi, but they were Zodiacs. Tanzanite knew relatively little of the special court that Charonite had failed to kill, but she knew enough to understand that the situation would have to be handled with care. They were stronger than the average senshi.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to contemplate the specific of how to handle the situation, because the one that had been specified as Cancer was hurling herself at her, swinging like a blindfolded kid at a pinata. It was fortunate for the pair that, combined, they contained far more magical ability than Tanzanite. It was unfortunate for them that the Captain practically lived for hand-to-hand combat. Her muscles tensed as Cancer took that first step, and Tanzanite crouched low to duck beneath the blows. One caught her on the soft human shoulder as Tanzanite swept a foot out, aiming to take the senshi's feet from under her and send her tripping.

With any luck, Cancer would faceplant right into the soft, warm corpse of the slain guard.

Cancer would have caught herself quite well if it weren't for the fact that her hand landed inside the multilated chest cavity of the guard. It was hard to be stylish and hot when your elbow disappeared into blood and guts and you let out the single most girlish scream ever heard. It started as an 'eeek' and ended as an 'omaigawd' balancing on her arm was lost as the soft guts squished under her gloves and Cancer's body buckled. She landed in a messed up heap on the ground, her ankle pulling at an odd angle. Her face registered that there was pain, but otherwise she was alright. She winced and stood up. Because a sprained ankle was not enough to make Cancer so much as limp. If all it took was that, then she would be a really bad dancer.

She looked down at the guard. His gold name plate read Dave. And she had bits of his heart and lungs on her hand. Abeline's blue, blue eyes went wide.

"Oh my god--- are you a bottomless pit or something? As if a dolphin wasn't enough! No wonder your thighs are so fat." Yes she had just called a Negaverse captain thunder-thighs. Yes, she'd gone there. Ohh yes. Snap. Her tone was one that anyone who'd ever met a popular girl was familiar with, bitchy, cruel and a little bit childish.

She moved back a bit, getting a little more maneuver room. It was dark, and the place was hard to see inside of; the glowing fish lights were not made to fight Negaverse minions under. Unfortunately Cancer stood and moved back a little too fast, a little too hard. She didn't know her own senshi strength. She smacked into something behind her, hard enough that a crack hissed its way up the length. Cancer froze, presenting a perfect target; illuminated by hazy blue light, plastered against the octopus tank.

This would not end well.

In the swiftness of the motion, Pisces wasn't sure if the shoe hit Cancer. All that she could see was half of the dead man's shoe jutting out from the glass behind the other senshi.

Pisces could help but hold a hand to her mouth to quiet a gasp. A beautiful spiderweb of intricate patterns started to radiate from the shoe, and fairy dust-thin glass started to shimmer down from the place of impact. The octopus inside was starting to swim a little faster, and the Zodiac represented by fish felt an all-too-familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. This was going to be bad, and not just for the senshi.

"You're horrible..." she managed to whisper.

Next to Tanzanite, a figure entirely made out of glass-like armor started to piece itself together. If Pisces was lucky, then the lieutenants that she had faced before didn't tell anyone about her illusions. So the spectral, glass warrior looked real, and the axe in his hand looked equally real.

"How dare you disturb the innocents that lie beyond this glass! I, Glassenware, the soldier of glass, will not forgive it!" He hoisted his axe above his head, ready to face Tanzanite in an illusory battle.

Pisces' eyes were fixed on the warrior, her creation.

“Horrible,” Tanzanite's mouth moved around the word as though it were ill of taste, “What a stupid girl.”

The glass was taking shape as the shoe came flying towards her, and that monstrous arm moved of its own will. It thought much quicker than it's human host and snatched the shoe from the air like Barrack Obama with a fly during an interview Somewhere in her palm something opened and sucked the leather in. There was a sucking sound, the gnashing of teeth, and then nothing. Tanzanite herself shuddered as though repulsed, and her face paled for a brief moment before her focus was drawn to the speaking glass soldier.

A glass soldier.

A glass soldier with an axe.

Tanzanite took a step back, grey eyes narrowed and focused on the thing. Her mutilated arm was raised before her protectively, gnarled fingers clenched into a massive fist. Tanzanite had been warned about the Zodiacs, that they were stronger than a senshi, stronger than super senshi, but she needn't Charonite's warnings to tell her that as she stared up at Pisces' creation. It looked real, it felt real, and the small knot of anxiety it brought to Tanzanite's stomach was most certainly real. Thus, for all intents and purposes, it wasvery real for the Negaverse Captain.

Still, the fear of fighting what stood before her paled in comparison to facing Charonite with the report of failure. Facing Beryl with the report of failure. Tanzanite had no room for ******** ups, no room for hesitation, and so she threw herself at the glass soldier as though she intended for her weight alone to shatter the thing.