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((This RP is open to: Vanadis, Cancer, Gemini Beta, Zue, Flora & Chronos.This also doesn't have to be fast, there's a lot of people anyway, and if you don't wanna be in the RP anymore just let me know. There's also no posting order.

There's a sort of plan to this. Imo's going to find a human-looking youma that Gemini Beta has killed. Cancer turns up and sees Imo with the body, is going to accuse the suspicious Imo of being Negaverse at last and try to drag her towards more Zodiacs... except Imo's best friend in fuku disguise Vanadis is about and isn't too happy about that. Gemini comes back, more people turn up, it's all a bit crazy - and then Imo ends up Carpo. Hopefully this'll end up fun and a memorable awakening~))

The night was breezy and cold, the streets rapidly emptying of people at such a late (early?) hour, and a lone redhead walked briskly along. She was pretty twitchy, obviously jumpy and glaring at the shadows between the lamposts. The girl wasn't really dressed for the chill at all; every now and then she'd cross her bare arms or rub them to try to keep warmer. Her clothes had been picked because they were pretty and easy to move in, not for their warmth. Dancing generally kept you warm after all. Her floaty top was useless against the wind. She was glad for her jeans and that her shoes were worn old things with all the walking she had to do. Imogen hated to think what a pain it would have been in heels because of the distance she now had to cover.... and because she now had a worry that she'd end up running for her life because she this was Destiny freaking City.

Imogen had been trying to avoid this very situation. She didn't care if it seemed paranoid. It'd been so hard, it had never been in her nature to stay in or limit herself like this. Usually she roamed as much as possible and packed as much into her days as possible from dawn until well after dusk. Lately however she'd been careful. Her life had not been normal for a while now, y'know? No one's really had. But when you'd seen more monsters than the (third) senshi who came to save you, you kind of got the hint. Stay indoors at night or if you must go out stay where there are lots of people, lots of light, preferably somewhere you know so you where you can run.

Tonight however she'd felt safe going out. It'd been a spur of the moment thing, however she'd thought it'd be pretty risk free because Phil had promised he'd give her a lift back across the city to her mother's house. A Saturday night out dancing? It'd been so long Imo'd jumped at the chance and had thrown herself into it, Lindy Hopping with not a care in the world thanks to that promise. She'd felt free again and joyous not two hours ago.

Except here she was. Phil had got in a fight with a friend of theirs and it'd rather spoiled the evening. Worse however was that he'd stormed off in a huff with her coat still in his car. By the time she'd realised he hadn't just gone to get more water or use the bathroom or something, no one else she knew was there. She'd gone through her other options but so far no alternative worked out. Aggie wasn't home. Her mother wasn't answering the phone so she was probably staying over at their relatives house for the night. Her grandmother would be fast asleep in her phoneless part of their home and was no help anyway. She had no money for a taxi or bus, her change having been spent in the payphone.

It made her so mad and so anxious and just - ! She felt like kicking something or screaming or possibly curling up in a ball somewhere safe and secret. Furious and fearful. Utterly powerless and mad about it. Something was going to happen, Imo just knew it. But there had been nothing for it but to walk alone, in the dark, where there was not much light and far from places she knew well.

In Destiny freaking City.

When she saw it on the next street, Imo froze and gasped. Dramatic as ever, a hand rose to rest by her neck, like an old lady grasping at pearls. Good heavens, a corpse! perhaps.

The body was melting or at least seemed like it was, she looked sort of gooey. If she'd always been slimy or if it was accelerated decomposition, who knew? But other than that she looked human. A teenage girl with long (wet, clogged, gluey) purple hair and staring eyes, crumpled on the pavement, her head at a weird angle against the curb. Her clothes were normal enough, except for being drenched in the goo. She was a very inconspicious youma, as un-monster-like as they comeunder her slimey shroud, and she was dead.

The living girl approached cautiously after her shock passed. She was naturally more frightened now she'd spotted the girl up ahead. Imo just felt in her gut that the girl was dead, looking at her yet still wrestled with the idea she should go ...make sure or something. She'd just check...she should check...the girl was obviously beyond CPR but...

Once she'd got close enough to satisfy her curiousity, compassion or whatever the pressing need to look more closely at the body, Imo stopped. There was goo oozing out of the girls mouth. She watched it for a second but it broke her nerve. There. She'd checked. Girl was dead.

Time to run!

This was not a good day to be Aggie, and it hadn't even been going on for that long - but nevermind that, it was not a good day. First she'd run out of groceries, hadn't even noticed until it was dinnertime and subsequently spent the next hour ringing fast food joints to find one that delivered.

No such luck. Perhaps, she'd considered sometime after the seventh call, it was time to update her list of Places That Deliver to places that actually deliver. She'd get right on that. Tomorrow, because today she was going to find something to eat and she was going to do it pronto!

Which was why Aggie had not been at home to take the call that Imo had made some odd hours later. No, she'd been sitting at a greasy burger joint hogging cheeseburgers like they were the nectar of life.

And then, later, she'd casually ambled home, comfortable in her safety despite the rough nature of her neighbourhood. Anyone stupid enough to assault a senshi had it coming, after all.

This was why it wasn't until the early morning that anyone got a hold of Aggie; and that anyone was Phil, slightly worried and very apologetic and very clear on the fact that he had left Imo alone in the city - the city filled with youma, the things that somehow, somewhen, always managed to find and accost Imo. The things that scared the crap out of her.

So, Aggie was short with Phil. So short in fact that she was pretty certain she'd hurt his feelings (and this was a novel thing for Aggie, the intentional setting out to hurt someone feelings. Accidental? Yeah, we can do accidental; but intentional was a whole 'nother cup of tea and one that didn't usually help in making friends,) and would probably have to make a call back, later, when she'd found Imo and made sure the best friend in question was sound and safe and not currently a part of a youma's diet. When she, presumeably, didn't feel like wringing his neck for doing that to poor, defenseless Imo.

She probably wouldn't be making that call anytime soon.

But at least she knew the place they'd gone dancing at - or more correctly, she knew what route her friend was most likely to take back home. So she'd henshined up - this counted as helping civilians in need, right? So obviously not an abuse of power.. right? - and retraced Imo's steps with her superior senshi speed. Gosh, sometimes it was so handy to be a defender of justice.

And then she'd heard a scream. Quite nearby, in fact, and instincts honed by multiple encounters with youma sent her running towards the source.

Which was how she burst in on the scene of Imo.. tied up in rope. By a girl in a see-through ballet dress.

"Um," There was a brief, hysterical thought that maybe she'd walked in on something private before common sense swept that away - they were on a street, for cricket's sakes, how private could anyone expect it to be? - and left her with some very prudent, very urgent questions. Which would have to wait until after she'd gotten Imo out of the other girl's grasp. The girl that looked startlingly like a senshi.

"Let her go!" Throwing herself inbetween the other two seemed like a good idea at the time. Glaring heavily at the other senshi and snarling (pathetically, but nevermind that). "Y-you..! What are you doing to I- to the c-civilian?!"

Sailor Cancer shifted her weight as Imo fell, grunting with the effort of holding on. Okay so physics were a b***h. Cancer recovered, her gloved hands moving quickly and pulling out another rope from... okay so who knew where-- she advanced toward Imogen. At the sound of the other senshi, Cancer straightened. A moon court senshi. Her lips drew thin.

"Aries told me to trust the moon court senshi more... but... you're defending this negaverse spy?" She drew herself up, putting herself between Imogen and Vanadis- in case one of them tried something 'funny'. "You don't know-- Imogen.... she just took that girl's starseed!" A finger pointed to the dead youma over on the pavement. "And I've been following her movements for some time."

Triumphant eyes turned to Imogen and the senshi of protection sneered. "I'm not as dumb as I seem!"

No, she was dumber.

But she had no intention of fighting the moon court senshi over this, Aries would be so pissed... still... she didn't want to let Imogen go free, what if she was corrupting this poor moon-court senshi? Wasn't it their duty to stop that? Abe's eyes narrowed as she looked at Vanadis-- a corrupted senshi had a particular 'look' and this didn't look like it. Not that Cancer knew what she was looking for.

The situation was a sticky one. Worse! Cancer knew that Imogen was trying to seduce her! "Don't think you'll suceed in seducing me again, spy. I am not some horny man who chases anything with a heartbeat--- this time--- and you're feminine wiles are useless against me." And she had a lolifish.... speaking of which...

She was already trying to bind Imogen with the rest of the rope. Taking one end and coming at the poor girl in a menacing fashion. Oh boy, this was going to be a fun trip to a councilor for Imogen.

Imo didn't waste time talking in the seconds after Vanadis hit Cancer mid-advancement because quite frankly, the Zodiac senshi had lost the benefit of any doubt. This wasn't a mix-up, at least not as Imo had imagined. She'd thought perhaps the senshi had not seen her clearly and had leapt out at what she thought was a youma or a Negaverse agent (something she only know as the rival gang of the Senshi, courtesy of the newspapers).

But no, the senshi had been specifically aiming for Imogen.
Note that that was aiming for Imogen.

The senshi knew her name and had said she'd been following her. Following as in stalking. For how long? Because it couldn't have been just for tonight because before dancing, Imo had been in a car and afterwards she'd been alone. No one had called her name for the senshi to overhear. That was a whole new level of scary because Imo had had faith that senshi were good news. It also, unfortunately, knocked her down a few pegs. Shook her up.

While Cancer was busy picking up her new rope, being hit by Vanadis and being a batshit insane person in a ballerina costume, Imo was busy too. She yanked up the rope that formed the lasso and with the slack unhooped her hand. Her wrist was very sore but right now she had to ignore the twinging pain. Imo wrapped her fists around the rope with a length between them free, like an oversized garotte. One of her best features was that the redhead was quick to adapt and improvise.

Imo would have run but Vanadis was her friend, sorta, from the time she'd saved her before and she couldn't run when she'd just attacked the other senshi for her. It was tenuous but she felt a loyalty to Vanadis that made her stay. But she didn't start attacking herself yet, she just stood with her makeshift weapon. Hestitant.

Senshi were supposed to be good...

Oh, crapoodle. Vanadis squeaked and attempted to get out of the bubble that had appeared around her - guarding barrier, was that what the other senshi had called it? - but it was no good. The bubble held tight and she was left to look on as things progressed outside her little haven.

"A party? And I wasn't invited?"

Gemini Beta had the most interesting timing sometimes.

The female half of Gemini stood a few feet away from the quasi-battle, one gloved hand resting on her hip as she surveyed the situation with a grin. Before this, the night had gone fairly easily for the Zodiac, as well as fairly boring -- Gemini Alpha and herself on patrol, fought a youma, killed said youma, got bored, made a bet, went separate ways to complete it and tada. This, however, was much more intriguing than any bet, and so it had long since been forgotten. Funnily enough, she made no move to assist any of the three, despite each's interesting and unique predicament, although she did give them each a curious look over, as if trying to mentally size up what actually happened here. Some of it was easy enough to find out -- Cancer's attack she was familiar with, although WHY she would be doing this was a complete mystery. She didn't seem to be in any harm, and while they all looked a little frazzled for one reason or another, it didn't SEEM like a serious, I-want-to-beat-you-to-a-pulp fight. In the end, her eyes settled lastly on Imo, giving her a grin and a curious look, eying the rope for a second longer before staring at the three as a whole again.

Overall, the entire ordeal was leaving her stumped. Amused, but stumped.

Sliding her gloves further between her fingers idly, the redhead finally turned her attention to the half-crazed ballerina, quirking an eyebrow at her and tilting her head. "Yo, Cancer, 's goin' on?" She gave the other Zodiac a bewildered look, sounding just as amused as she was feeling.