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Sailor Iris had been patrolling as well. And she was getting pretty bored. It was like everything in the city was taking a break from the chaos she was rather adjusted to. She hadn't spotted any Youma, she had not run across any Negaverse losers, and, as her rainbow phone was indicating, there were no other Sailor Scouts nearby.

In all her boredom, she had let her feet decide where she was going, rather than thinking about it. She hadn't been expecting her feet to lead her where she was now. The Senshi of Rainbows almost gagged as she saw a very familiar setting appear around her, just a smidge darker than usual due to the hour. Who in their right mind would go to Meadowview of all places when they could be anyplace BUT school?! For a moment, she was mentally beating herself up over where she had ended up, but the sound of a crash had managed to catch her attention. Pouncing into action quickly, she ran in the direction of the sound. Of course, by the time she got there, whatever it was had disappeared. She slid to a stop.

Yet, something else caught her eye. Some bright green. On a boy's outfit. A rather familiar boy. A boy who she had only encountered 1 time, but somehow managed to loathe him all the same. Back when the incident with her bike had happened, she was a new sailor scout. And apparently a stupid one. Now that she knew more about the Negaverse (just slightly more), she could at least recognize the uniform.

"Hey, nega-creep!" she shouted in his direction. Sailor Iris was not known for being subtle. She definitely had an angry look in her eye that was being directed in this negaverser's direction, but rather than rush right in (as she was sorely tempted to do), she began to walk slowly in his direction. If he ran, it meant he had done something. Guilty conscious and all. "What'cha doin'?!"

"Retarded humans and their retarded inventions..."

The pitiful voice was still muttering to itself as a short figure sat outside the steps of the Meadowview High School staring venomously at the front door to the building.

All three had been correct in their assumptions - it had been no Senshi, no Negaverse agent, no youma to make the resounding crash outside of the school. In fact, it had been something none of them had ever witnessed before: an alien.

A rather irritated sulky alien.

Iya continued to pick away the small fragments of glass from her frilly gown; she'd been wandering around the city by her lonesome when she'd discovered a peculiar looking building. It said it was a high school (though honestly, it sat fairly low on the ground in her opinion) and she'd wanted to investigate more. Unfortunately, however, Iya had never come in contact with a door before. A glass door, which she had confused for some fancy barrier (after all, you could see right through to the other side!), a fancy barrier that had obviously gotten stuck, when she'd initially pressed against it. So she'd pushed harder. Still no budge.

Finally, she'd floated back and took a running zoom at the barrier, only to have it crash around her in a thousand painful splintery pieces.

Which was why she was now sitting outside and far away from the dangerous scary barrier wall, muttering and cursing the evilness that was the human race. Who in the world would set such traps up??

For a moment, Sailor Iris seemed to ignore the new voice that spoke up. Whoever it was, she seemed to speak the truth, but the yellow suited scout was more interested in the bike thief. There was fear in his eyes.

He should be afraid, at least that was her opinion of the subject.

Though it wasn't asked, Sailor Iris offered her assessment of the situation. "Dude... you need to grow some balls." She turned to face the girl who had approached, and felt the desire to gag. What the hell was she wearing?!! Another pink haired chick, but wearing an "Asian chick" kimono-thing. Ellie Spectre tried to avoid the Asian fads when she could. So the terminology was lacking.

"So the Negaverse hires lil' kids too? That's kinda lame they're inta ***** golden eyes rolled slightly before she turned and rather bravely began to walk towards the commotion. Maybe that was the difference between a Negaverser and a Sailor Scout. Sailor Scouts tried to save people (usually, she somewhat doubted this with Castor), while Negaversers skulked about like alley cats. Bravery versus cowardice. As she approached the obviously shattered front door, she had to squint slightly as she made out a figure. A figure that looked like a kid.

She didn't hesitate to jog up towards the figure, calling out "F*ck kid! What the hell are ya doin'? Yer just gonna get yerself hurt!"

She hadn't heard the voices arguing, not at first. And, considering her sulking and irritation with the door having crashed around her, she probably wouldn't have cared about the voices bickering back and forth at one another.


"F*ck kid! What the hell are ya doin'? Yer just gonna get yerself hurt!"


Her small head shot up, revealing the abnormally green skintone that was once hidden among piles and piles of curls. Was that human talking to her? No, not human - senshi. And what was a senshi doing out this late anyhow? Around this high school?

Eyes shifted, falling on the two figures behind her, both in funny attire. What were all three of them doing out here in the middle of the night? Were they trying to hunt her and her companions down? Were they up to no good? But why the high school, unless....

The barrier.

These three had put up that nasty barrier that had cut up her arms and sliced up parts of her dress. Her pretty dress.

Eyes narrowed and she scrambled up to her feet, her body soon lifting itself in the air as she hovered a good two or so feet off the ground.

"You tried to hurt me." She said indignantly, one finger outstretched in the direction of the concerned senshi walking towards her, "You guys are so... so... MEAN."

Her hand moved back and against her side, when she pulled away, it was now filled with various cards. It took only a second for her to glance at them before pulling one from the deck, and she tossed the card in the air. It hung, mid-air, and she returned the cards to their mysterious holding (did those just disappear??) and a flute appeared from out of nowhere.

"Dustiia!" She called out, her voice still sulky as ever, "I demand you come out here and show these meanies a lesson!"

With that, she pulled the flute to her lips and began to play, the sweet melody breaking the silence of the evening while the card in front of her began to glow.

He resisted the urge to shuffle awkwardly and stare at his feet at the senshi's snipe about his man-ego, or lack thereof. Fortunately, such awkward insinuations were forgotten over a suddenly much, much larger problem. Whatever squabbling the three had meant to do would have to wait as the fourth - or fifth?- problem introduced itself.

To be honest, Torbenite's first thought, prior to the strange youma-lookalike summoning was to ask if she was perhaps, a real alien from outerspace (thus proving his Elizabeth-is-really-an-alien theory once and for all). His second remark, thankfully, had an ounce of common sense as he took a good look at the green-skinned alien girl...thing - were those glass bits in her hair and dress!?

"Wait, is that a youma?" This was hissed in one surprised breath, as he kept one eye trained on the charging "Dustia", hastily scuffling out of the range nonetheless just at the proximity of the attack. Last time he checked, the Negaverse didn't exactly employ green-skinned alien girls with frilly dresses (though honestly he wouldn't be surprised if they did and had). Scuffles involving senshi often tended to be challenging and painful, this...this was just plain confusing, kind of like charging into something without knowing what team one was on, or attempting to find edible lunch in the cafeteria on a Friday afternoon: one never knew what was in their favour.

Anyone else staring at the entire scenario would have done themselves the service of shipping their own body to the loony bin.

What an interesting attack.. from both of them. Serandite viewed the battle with a moment of interest. While Sailor Iris attacked..

"Like they always say, go straight for the core!" She didn't reply to Tobernite's question, simply charging forward with an intention to attack the original female who had summoned the cards. There was a chance she was attacking a fellow comrade-- but she would just have to find out, wouldn't she?

Serandite tried to run straight past Dustiia, hoping that the scout would keep up something as a distraction. After all, she was smart enough for that, Serandite assumed. Tobernite? Well, Serandite hoped he would do something. Anything would be fine. Something besides staring anyways.

Torbernite was still busy pondering the ifs of the whole situations and never had quite the second to stop unpondering before the youma-looking thing grabbed his hand out of nowhere. There was shrill giggling, there was nauseating spinning, which unfortunately lead to this rather compromising situation.

Namely, his arms were stuck around Serandite. And not just 'have-a-nice-hug' stuck, but really unable to move stuck. As he had been swung into the grip on an angle, his shoulder unfortunately half-jutted into Serandite's... uh.... soft parts.

"Ack!" At least his fingers were moveable, not affected by the static cling. Attempting not to die of embarrassment on the spot, he shifted the weight to his free hand just slightly. "Wait, wait, one sec, I got this." With another muffled 'sorry!', he managed to wriggle one arm half-free, and then wrenched it out of the static death-grip, effectively freeing himself as well.

Riiiiiiip went the cloth that HAD been clinging to his arm at the same time.

Sailor Iris and the strange not-youma could have been dancing the jive at this point and Torbernite would still have been staring stupidly at the colourful pink and white flower patterning still half-stuck to his arm. "Um, crap."