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Scylla had never been in a situation quite like this one. It was daylight, and she was on the run from police officers. Or she would be. Maybe. Depending. She was pulling a Cavalier, Laocoon, behind her as she moved for the doors to the library, leaving Tony behind with a ruined entry desk. A youma had attacked, a football-shaped, acid-spitting worm. Tony was left behind with no shirt, but frankly, she was more concerned for herself. Tony was alive and would stay that way. She needed to find a safe place for herself and Laocoon to power down before Civilians and Police Officers got curious and organized enough to ask unwanted questions.

She tugged along behind her the much taller figure of the Cavalier, knowing exactly where she was going. Of course is was not like it was hard to know how to get out of the library if one was to follow the obvious path. And Scylla was a pretty straightforward thinker. Not much- not any- talking was needed to communicate the importance of GTFOing to her new Cavalier friend. She turned in the main lobby, starting to head down one of the side passages towards one of the emergency exits- it would be stupid to actually go out the front door, when someone had surely- crap! There was a frozen moment of silence as Scylla stared into the face of a uniformed police officer who was climbing out of his car.

She really needed to talk to Tony about having so much glass at the front of the library. It wasn't safe. Robbers and everything.

The frozen moment where she and the officer looked each other square in the eye, then the cop was running for the glassy doors and Scylla was dragging Laocoon the other way, back the way they had come from, her gloved fingers tangling in his to give her a better grip. They fled past Tony, past the doors that were for employees only, disappearing into the back passages of the library. "Okay, so the easy getaway plan failed, and now we're seen." she said it wryly, Mistress of the Obvious. "And in the movies, they always have little radios." All normal exits could be considered compromised. FFFFFF.

Still, Scylla beamed up at Laocoon as she dragged him out one of the side passages and into another section of the library, glancing around for people. The new section of the library was considerably quieter than the hubbub of the central area, now filled with a yelling police officer; Now the two could hear the sound of wailing from outside the library. Sirens. Which meant more police and probably a rescue squad. Good, Tony would be taken care of. "Okay, look. There are a few options we have here."

People were peeking their head around the stacks in this section of the library, moving towards the ruckus. At least one of them saw them, and she quickly retreated back into the employee passages. Hopefully it was before any of them had noted exactly who they were looking at. Or what. "Alright, so there is one employee exit from the back, but there aren't any stairs or anything to try for another floor. So we can power down and come up with excuses, hoping Tony is so confused he doesn't connect anything, we can make our escape through the back door-" she was already tugging him in that direction- "Or I'm insanely lucky and you are one of those magical Mirror Walking Cavaliers." There was an odd little smile playing on her lips. "Not that I can really talk about magical." The sound of a door slamming in the employee section and Scylla didn't wait. She dragged him into the bathroom (thank god they were passing it) and quietly shut and latched the door behind them. Her back pressed to the door, listening.

Tony getting attacked by a giant worm while working through what seemed like a normal day at the Destiny City Public Library wasn't exactly what Scylla had expected when she'd gone to the library this morning. Apparently that youma had been more of a bookworm that she was. LAWLER. Scylla would have laughed at her dumb joke if she dared.

She didn't.

She did, however, take a moment to appreciate the Cavalier's voice. He had a nice one. Huh. "Well, I could mess with their radios, but I believe it would be considered an even graver act of terrorism than what we just did." What she'd just did; Laocoon had nothing to do with the property damage. That was all her, baby! "Assaulting cop cars and sending them flying wouldn't be a way of making friends." Laocoon wasn't paying much attention to her at this point, examining the mirror, face bright as a child's.

Heavy footsteps were moving in their direction. Thank god this door was locked. She pulled off her heels, holding them in one hand, however, not wanting the audible clack of her heels on the tile of this floor to be what gave them away. Across the floor she walked, inwardly wincing at the thought of being on a public bathroom with no shoes on. Goodness, though, she worked with people who were clean enough... It couldn't be that dirty. "I may take my chances with a lotto ticket anyway." she murmured her reply, voice low. If she could convince someone to buy one for her. "I've been having more distinct luck than usual."

Where to go, where to go?

Dylan had told her that he couldn't go someplace he didn't know. Scylla had a few places in mind that might be safe, but she didn't know if Mr. Laocoon knew of these places. "I'm not picky." she said at last. "Anywhere but here. I can make my way back from anyplace within the City." Her purse... oh, dear. Her purse had been behind the counter. Luckily she didn't carry much in there. Makeup and pictures, mostly. Money and her phone she kept attached to her person.

"Someplace out of the way. No public places, please."

She gripped his hand as he reached out to take her, and stepped through the mirror. She knew the feeling of walking through a mirror, and went with him. Never did she know that the police burst through the door after they had passed through; instead she was looking around a very small room.

It was neatly kept and about the size of her closet at her parents home. The bed was small, and there was candy. Scylla pulled her hand free of the Cavalier and moved for the bed. Comfy, and there was room for her to collapse on it. Which she proceeded to do, fading away from being Sailor Scylla and turning back into Jada as she touched the mattress. Anything for the burns. She examined herself carefully, assessing her civilian form. "No, I'm fine." she decided. Her sleeves were short, but the burns weren't bad at all. "Thank you, however. I think I'll be fine."

Sitting on Johnny's bed was the librarian's assistant.

She pushed away from the bed, peering around curiously, her hands behind her back. "I've never been in a man's room before." she couldn't help her soft laugh, then put her hand to her lips, eyes dancing with mischief. "Do you have a sweet tooth, Laocoon?" she peered into the candy jars, not reaching out to touch them. "So, where are we?"

She asked lots of questions, not all of which made sense to spill from her mouth one after the other. Sometimes Jada's mind wandered like a pixie from one thought and one question to the next with the arrogance of a child who assumed everyone knew exactly what she was thinking; other times, her mind clung steadfast to a single thought and refused to move away from it. This was not one of the times when she was steadfast. The curiosity was eating at her. Her bedroom would be a stark difference to this one.

She touched nothing; that was rude, and she hated when people touched her things without permission. But she kept moving back to the candies, admiring the various colors and the strange organization that Laocoon had them in. Size and shape, colors; it was also almost obvious which of these candies were the Cavalier's favorite. Changes in amounts were drastic at times, though each jar was filled to a respectable amount.

The young woman glanced in his direction, opening her mouth to ask a question. It was no longer the Cavalier of the Maze sitting on the floor, it was a young man, a familiar one. "Your book is probably lost." Jada told the patron instead of asking her question, moving over to settle on the floor next to him.

His face was pink.

So she was in the bowels of Sovereign Heights, eh? "I've never actually been to Sovereign Heights. I was supposed to come take a tour, but I decided to skip the time here and go straight to DCU." Purple eyes peered at him as he applied the ointment. It was a step-by-step process for him, it seemed, and she watched with some small interest as he took everything methodically. "My name is Jada. Jada Chamberlyn. May I please have a piece of candy?" She didn't answer his question about library youma; not yet.

"You'd reserved the book, so for two weeks it would have been your book. At least you hadn't checked it out yet." Jada was testing his sense of humor. Or maybe she was just tickling her own. "What was it?" She hadn't gotten a look at it to know. His face was still pink, and she was still watching him apply the burn ointment. She glanced down her own arm, at the livid streaks that were caused by the acid.

"The plan is for me to graduate this year." she agreed. "Followed by more school, and then even more." she grinned at him. "Where did you graduate from?" He capped the ointment, and she reached out to take it from him, pulling the lid off. Only a small bit, and she applied it to her arm carefully before recapping the jar. She pulled her sleeve back down, recapped the ointment, and gave him a smile. "Thank you." she didn't know what to do with the ointment again, so she sat it down next to him.

"Call me Jada, please?" She glanced around the room. Purple eyes landed on what looked to be a pencil and a notepad, and she pushed to her feet. "We've 'shed blood' together," her fingers made quotes in the air as she moved over to the pad of paper and jotted down her cell phone number, "So I think we can be on a first name basis. Don't you?" Away from the pad of paper, back over to the candy, where she perused it thoughtfully. "No worries, I'm not too fond of jellybeans. Except for Strawberry; I'll eat anything strawberry. What flavor is the red?" Her clean hand drifted over the candy jars thoughtfully, centimeters above the glass. "I think I'll have some of these, if I may." her nails tapped lightly on the glass and she looked to him for confirmation.

"Sue Grafton." She recognized the book title. "I've always wondered why she chose titles the way she does. I've never read her stuff, myself." She knew more book titles and authors than she probably should, however. "I'm more of a science-fiction and fantasy reader, personally." And poetry. And one could never forget the cheesy romance novels; those were particular favorites.

Nowhere well known? She tilted her head at his vague reply, yet did not verbally press. And then her attention was gone away from him like that of a little bird. In Jada's case it was a deceitful little bird, paying full mind to the other in the room while pretending he had already slipped her mind. John King was taller than she by far, green-haired and with pretty eyes. She did have a fondness for blue eyes, she reflected. As Laocoon, however, his eyes had been... She turned towards him, mouth opening as though to inquire, yet she did not. She merely turned back to her perusal of the candies.

"Next time you fill up on red-" she looked up at him from her half-crouch in front of his candy. "-you shall have to let me try one. I've never tasted red." It was an interesting way of defining foods. Jada was a healthy eater on her own; natural foods and water as her beverage. Fast food she never ate, except, ironically, when she was with friends; lately doing anything with friends was a rare enough occurrence she hardly counted it. She reached for one of the jars, taking a piece of candy and placing it in her mouth. Eyes drifted shut as the tastes burst over her tongue in a sweet and sour mix.

Mmmf, delicious. She made a noise of approval, opening her eyes again as he spoke. "My senshi?" what a curious way of phrasing things. However, she wasn't a foolish girl. Alexandros wasn't a Cavalier like Kunzite had been. She'd thought on it many times. Alexandros and Laocoon were swathed in black. Kunzite had been garbed in white. "You mean there are senshi to go with Cavaliers like you and Alex...andros?" Dylan hadn't spoken much of himself. She was going to simply call him Alex, but decided to just out with his mouthful of a name. "But you are right. I, at least, rely on a cell phone to communicate with my friends and allies."

Jada glanced at him and swallowed the remnants of the tiny piece of candy before speaking. "No, I don't. I eat a lot of sweets, but mostly pastries and cakes rather than candies. I adore sweet foods, but they go straight to places they shouldn't. I spend enough time counteracting the effects of my gluttony, I don't need the aid of added fats and sugars." she laughed when she'd finished saying it, then looked up at him from the floor, almost guilty. "So I'm really very careful when I eat fast food and candies." she gave a light shrug. "I still tend to overeat them though. I have a fondness for anything strawberry. Pancakes, crepes, cakes, candies, frosting, chewing gum, Mentos..." as she listed things off, she extended the fingers of one hand, the index finger of the other hand tapping the extending fingers as though she were counting. "Anything, really."

She caught the shudder and stopped counting, instead reaching out for his forehead, a frown crossing her face. Up she reached, the back of her hand pressing to his forehead. "You don't have a fever, do you?" He'd gotten burned a little worse than her own arm had, if she was judging, and when she'd gotten burned the first time she'd gotten a fever almost immediately from the shock of it all. Of course, her burn had been considerably different than either acid burn they had, and had been caused by another creature entirely. But she still couldn't help but guess. "You should sit down."

It was a suggestion, not an order; this was Johnny's home, and he was kind enough to have not yet kicked her from the premises, even as she stole his candy and made herself at home. "And yes, I have met him." she looked faintly amused for a moment. "We met on the subway, actually. I was on my way home from work, didn't have any cash for the taxi, so I had to take the subway. My first time ever, and we had to encounter youma! Long story short, we helped each other out- he was more of a help than I was- and he got me to the hospital when I was injured. He visited me, brought me some books during my convalescence. He's an interesting guy." To say the least.

She watched him shove the candy into his mouth, her own opening into an 'O' shape as he shoved.... wow, he had a big mouth. And inwardly, Jada Chamberlyn made her glee face. Someone else with a sweet tooth. Excellent. But when she stroked his forehead and he stepped away from her touch, the glee turned to worry. He was awful red. "Well healthy when you left doesn't mean healthy now." she frowned at him, but didn't chase him down. He was clinging to that licorice like it was a lifeboat. "When was the last time you ate?" Jada asked him, slowly, thinking back to when the last time she herself had eaten was. It was still early enough in the evening that neither needed to worry about curfews and that hopefully they'd be able to get a table somewhere.

"I don't know... Alex... too well, but he seems..." hmmm, what would be a good word for her impressions of Dylan Rasmussen? "Unique. Both as a man and a Cavalier. Interesting sense of style." He certainly never pretended to be something he was not- well, not that she could tell. "As for the Dark Kingdom, do you mean the Negaverse?" She'd never heard it referred to as the Dark Kingdom. "If so, I can only assume this is their fault. The beasts are getting bolder and bolder, the the point that I'm surprised the police officers haven't figured out the senshi aren't terrorists, but Ghost Busters." her tone was very droll. "I put very little faith in the officers of our fair city to do much but shoot at the wrong people."

She tapped her finger against her lips lightly. Her nails were french-tipped, neatly manicured, rounded rather than squared. her hands were mostly soft and without callouses, but the pads of her fingers were rougher. "We should probably go swing back by the library, just for appearances, but then do you want to go get some dinner? You probably need something real. And I know some great dessert shoppes." She licked her lips dramatically, making a happy noise.

Jada and Johnny: bonding over sweet things.