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It was just another average day in the Weaver household. Sometime during the afternoon, Yvette had arrived home thanks to the public bus transit. The bus stop was just a hop, skip, and jump away from her house, and in all honesty, if she had a stronger throwing arm, the girl could have easily thrown a stone to hit her house from the bus. Her house was very plain, not very well built (as her father constantly reminded her), and quite small. She walked up the dirt driveway covered in rocks, though thanks to the recent weather, the dirt was more like mud. Before opening the door and stepping inside, she carefully slid her shoes off and picked them up.

The sound of the door clicking shut quietly (and rather considerately) was all Mr. Weaver had to hear to know his daughter had arrived safely from another day of school. With all the subtlety of an ox, the large man approached the door. He was about to hug the small girl when in her tiny voice she mentioned "I need to clean my shoes, Daddy!"

The man looked almost as if the small girl had just torn out his heart and stomped on it until it was a heart-pancake. In his big gruff voice, he offered a simple "Okay sweetie, but maybe you should wait until after I leave for work." The large man already had his coat on, his hard hat on, and one boot on. He turned back to the living room, sitting himself on a rather well used sofa with worn edges to the cushions. Mr. Weaver was not a delicate man, so he practically thrust his foot into the second boot like he was going to kick something. The man grabbed his keys and headed back to the door, where his daughter was obediently waiting.

As the girl opened the door, she couldn't help but notice something was missing. "Oh, Daddy! You forgot your lunch!" It was about 3:30 in the afternoon, so this might have sounded odd to anyone unfamiliar with the scenario. Mr. Weaver left for work somewhere from between 3-4pm, to go work in construction. Work started at 5pm, spanning about 8 hours of work and 1 hour for lunch somewhere in between. With the little pitter patter of her feet, the girl dashed into the kitchen and pulled out a lunch sack from the fridge. Yvette returned like a puppy dog trying to please its master and held out the sack for her father.

"Here you go Daddy!" She beamed for a moment before carefully stepping outside to put her shoes back on. The large man followed her out, placing his large hand on her shoulder to help her stay balanced when she stood on one foot. For a moment, the dark-haired girl looked back to the bulky man with a tiny grateful smile, uttering the tiny words "Thank you Daddy!"

"Think nothing of it, Baby doll!" He leaned in with a broad grin and planted a kiss on his daughter's cheek. The girl laughed a little, since as usual, her father's beard tickled her cheek. With both of her shoes on, she grabbed onto his large hands and walked with him to his truck. Yvette's deep purple eyes looked adoringly to her father as they stopped.

It was just an average day for the Weaver household. At least, it seemed that way.

All toys in their yard went unnoticed. It wasn't like the Weavers did an excellent job maintaining their front yard. There really wasn't much of a yard to really ruin. There was a large gnarled tree towards the eastern side of their property, but otherwise the front yard was just dirt, rocks, and trash. If anything, it was probably Mr. Hernandez's kids leaving their toys in their yard. Nothing too bizarre about it.

Everything seemed normal.

Until rather suddenly the tiny teenage girl toppled forward weakly. She just couldn't stand anymore because her knees felt weak and a rather sudden twinge seemed to vibrate down her spine. Fortunately, Mr. Weaver was there, and caught her quite easily before she hit the ground.

"Yvette!" If there was one way to make the large man grow humorously concerned, it was to have either his wife or daughter get injured in some sort of fashion. It seemed more appropriate now to be so concerned, since his little girl had nearly fainted, but when Natasha had a paper cut, it just didn't seem as appropriate for him to freak out like such. "Yvette, honey, are you alright?!" His large hand completely obscured the girl's tiny one as he attempted to help the girl stand up again.

Unfortunately, Yvette's legs just did not want to cooperate. It was almost as if they had become as limp as spaghetti. Being a good daughter and not wanting to worry her father too much, she attempted a smile. "I... I think s-so, Daddy..."

Even though Alan Weaver needed to head off to work, there were more important things to tend to. Stubbornly, he remained at his daughter's side, attempting to assist her back up to her feet, and on occasion asking questions that could help him figure out what had happened. He even had to ask the embarrassing "Sweetie, is it that time of the month for you?" It was an embarrassing question, but he was only truly concerned about his baby girl.

"Daddy!" she squeaked out as her cheeks turned a familiar shade of red. "N-no! I p-promise, I'm fine!" She attempted to stand up again, but once again her legs failed beneath her weight and she once again had to be caught by her father. This had never happened before!

At least, Yvette thought such was the case. She had obviously forgotten about the instance when she was getting checked out of the hospital...

For a bit, the two figures were too distracted trying to figure out the ailments of the teenage girl to notice the strange creature building itself up at the street side. Perhaps she noticed a bit too late, but a shadow seemed to creep out of nowhere and loom over where father and daughter were now huddled. She blinked out of confusion, and naturally glanced up to see if there was some sort of cloud that had managed to block out the sun.

Her deep purple eyes caught upon the strange monstrous vehicle and grew rather wide. She had never been the sort to scream when scared. Yvette didn't have the voice for such a thing. Instead, she grew awkwardly quiet as her eyes focused solely on the object intimidating her. Her hand also trembled in fear within her father's large hand.

Alan was no fool. Something was the matter. "Yvette, what's wrong?" he asked in a quieter tone than usual, looking to her eyes for any possible hints. His daughter had never been good at hiding her feelings, and so he was easily able to follow the path her eyes made to the monstrous vehicle. His large brows sunk down into a serious expression. He might not have known the exact name for the creature, but Mr. Weaver kept up with the news. There were frequent reports about monsters that attacked people for no reason at all. He did not hesitate to do what any good father would do. He quite easily scooped up his tiny daughter in his arms and marched her towards the side of the house.

"D-daddy?" her voice questioned faintly.

The man carried the girl and tucked her away towards the side of the house rather than to the front door. "Keep yourself hidden, sweetie," he said in a serious low fashion. "Daddy will protect you."

What could Yvette really do? Her father had set her down when she couldn't really get up and walk on her own. She watched as he bravely (or stupidly) stood up and marched in the direction of the strange vehicle. There was nobody there to comfort her as her body trembled, and there was nobody there to calm that strange feeling running down her spine.

Alan was a big powerful man. As he walked up to his truck, he pulled his hard hat down slightly to perhaps mask his face slightly. No one but Alan could really tell why he had done such. His arm reached into the bed of his truck and pulled out his favorite tool of the construction industry: The sledgehammer. Many men would need to use two arms to carry such a heavy tool, but Alan Weaver was very strong and simply needed one arm to carry it. His doctor had advised him that swinging with two arms was still best for his back, but there was no rule for just carrying it. With his makeshift weapon at hand, he marched up the muddy pathway towards the street where the monster vehicle had parked itself.

All he offered the monster was one forceful word: "LEAVE!"

From where she was hiding, Yvette only had a very limited view of what was happening. Daddy spoke loud and was bravely confronting this strange and eerie vehicle. He was being so brave, while all she could do was tremble, watch, and listen. The engine almost seemed to roar, causing the girl to tremble even more.

Alan stood tall, not even slightly intimidated. There was the possibility that this was a trick of some sort, but he could see from where he was standing that there was nobody in the vehicle. As the vehicle backed up, the large man lifted up his sledgehammer with his second hand. The monstrous machine taunted him with more sounds from the engine, and Mr. Weaver reacted accordingly.

He was not a fast man. He was strictly a powerful man. He readied his hammer for a swing as he ran towards the vehicle, shouting out what could almost be read as a war cry. Each step closer thudded heavily into the asphalt. Watching him move forward was almost like watching some sort of ox with a plow on its back. He seemed burdened, but in all honesty, it was strictly his usual stride. When he felt he was close enough to the vehicle itself (rather than the clacking teeth), he swung the sledgehammer at full force. It might have been a mistake to ignore the strange chattering teeth looming above him...

Taurus was a bit more cheerful than normal. An outing, or rather a patrol with Aquarius and his princess. This would be good for them. This would be a chance to get their mind off what was happening around them. Of course, that was Topher's answer for everything. Quality time. Though, if they listened close enough, it was obvious that something was very wrong. Taurus tried his best to block out the misplaced thuds, yells and what sounded like a giant RC car motor were just normal neighborhood sounds. Still, the uneasy feeling was growing as they got closer to the sounds. This was close to Yvette's house. In fact, very close to Yvette's house. He could see the bus stop that he walked her to on the way to her house, Of course, he had always stopped there in fear of her father but he recognized it all the same. In the back of his head, he pleaded with some unknown entity that the sounds weren't leading them directly towards the purple haired girl

Just as he was rounding the corner to hop on a lower roof, foot just finding footing on one of the shingles, an alarm went off. Had it not been for the cape keeping his balance, the family would've found a matador in their bushes. Probably not the best way to introduce yourself to people you didn't know. The Captain only faltered on his feet for a moment as he listened.

"Car alarms aren't too suspicious but we should probably check it out anyway. It isn't like we'd be doing any harm stopping car thieves!" Little did Sailor Taurus know, or any of them for that matter, that the source of the sound was Mr Weaver playing the human javelin into his own truck. The very same Mr. Weaver that was the father of a certain Yvette Weaver. What the rag tag team came across was probably the oddest sight they'd ever seen and, for Taurus, something he had predicted long ago. Well, most of it.

It had in fact been Yvette's house just like their Captain had feared. Of course, he hadn't been expecting huge, vicious, human throwing toys to be the assailants in this picture.

In general, Aquarius enjoyed her patrols. On her own, they were opportunities to wander around, beat up the occasional youma, and defy laws of physics. She still wasn't sure how she liked patrolling with others, especially when one of them was her Captain (Aries was not her Captain, Taurus was tolerable) and the other, her Princess. It was awkward, and she wasn't quite sure why. The Zodiacs were supposed to be close, and even though the others definitely outranked her, she rarely cared about such things. Yet something inside her felt like she had to stay composed, and as she struggled with that unknown feeling, she was uncharacteristically quiet, letting Taurus and Chronos take the lead.

She didn't notice the car alarms at first, instead fixating on a bus stop nearby. It was the same bus that stopped near her house, the same one her new friend took to get home. Maybe they were near Yvette's house.

"Car thieves. Right." Aquarius was distracted, but she followed Taurus and Chronos across the rooftops, stopping short and nearly knocking Taurus off the roof as she took in the scene in front of her. She didn't recognize the man, but she did recognize the girl. Her heart felt like it stopped for a moment. Her new friend and Star Wars watching partner was in imminent danger, and someone else- possibly someone close to Yvette- was in the jaws of the beast.

All thoughts of discomfort and bus stops were driven away, and she nodded crisply at Chronos' instructions. "Consider the youma taken," she said strongly. "So Captain, make sure Yv- everyone's safe."

Something inside Aquarius scolded her for giving orders to her Captain, but she pushed the conflicting feelings aside. Now was not the time for dealing with inner voices. Or for explaining that the girl down there was her movie buddy, hence the coverup. It was time for that youma to take a beating. Aquarius balled her hands into fists and scanned the yard, looking for an object she could use for her attack.

There. That could work. Aquarius smiled grimly and nodded to Chronos. "Whenever you're ready." A pause. "Princess."

The youma left its 'claw' out after tossing Mr. Weaver into his pick-up. Whether or not the truck was usable could be found out later. It wasn't like the toy monster cared, though; rather, it decided to drive around in figure-eights for a while, almost like a victory dance.

After shredding up the edges of nearby properties and dirtying up the road with ground-up yard, the youma stopped. It noticed something rather enticing in the Weavers' yard: a tree! It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing, but it was a good-sized piece of wood!

The headlights flickered, and came back on. It drove over a bit of mud - the youma could handle it as a big, scary psuedo-crane - and proceeded to wind up the teeth. It certainly couldn't take the trunk, but by the limbs, it had a good chance.

The teeth latched onto a few empty branches and made an attempt to pull it out of the ground. Unlike humans, though, plants had roots. Especially trees.

It did not, however, pay any regard to a matador, a seemingly-Arabian-dressed girl and another girl with a puffy white dress standing on a nearby rooftop. Nor did it think it would be stalled anytime soon.

There were voices in Chronos' head; telling her that if she-- if they had gotten there earlier, perhaps they could have avoided this. Taken down the youma fast without it hurting anyone, anyone at all. But for now, it was their duty to first distract this youma, and make sure no one else got hurt.

It was inevitable that there would be casualties; the senshi were still not organized enough. Damn the Negaverse.

Chronos did not note that both Taurus and Aquarius had almost slipped and mentioned the young female citizen by name. Once Taurus had called up his defensive wall, she nodded towards Aquarius, before getting into position. "Equinox Tiara Magic!" With a toss of her hand, the tiara upon her head whizzed towards the youma, and she hoped that it would be enough to destroy it. If not, there was always Aquarius.