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Perseus paced the ground outside of her loft, staring angrily at her senshi phone. Since there was still no answer from Rosalind, and the girl was itching to patrol again. However, the influx of youma in the city made it too hard to do alone. It was a warm night, the sun was just setting in the sky. The air was stirred by a cool breeze, and the streets were eerily empty. The enforced curfew was keeping everyone off of the streets, which thankfully made it a bit harder for the negaverse too. But it was too quiet, it was always too quiet.

The sound of footsteps running nearby made her pause from staring at the blank cellphone screen in frustration. There was another girl running this way, and by the way she was dressed it was a senshi. Perseus took a step back, standing next to the stairs of her loft complex, hidden in the shadows. She wondered what the other senshi was up to, but as she looked closer, it was apparent that she'd met this particular senshi before. She dug down in her memory for a name to match with the face, and after a few seconds of recall, she finally had it. Which was good, since the girl was almost upon her. "Sailor Arlt!" Perseus stepped out from the shadow, smiling and waving. If she had any luck at all, the other girl would be on her way to patrol and Perseus could join.

Tanzanite was behaving like a dog off the leash, prowling around Destiny City as though it were some sort of playground. Truth be told, she had been waiting for that day for what felt like her entire life. For what was, for all intents and purposes, the only relevant part of her life. Since the day Charonite had tipped the scales in her favor, the then-Lieutenant had eagerly awaited the day when they would be set free upon Destiny City to right the wrongs – so very, very many wrongs – that had infected it's population. She had bided her time, patiently obeyed, and the time had finally come. She stood upon a rooftop with the cancerous growth that was Destiny City spread out below her, ready to excise the entire goddamned mass.

Today was their day.

Two stories down, the two girls swapped their surprised and friendly greetings, dragging the corners of Tanzanite's mouth out into a grimace of disgust. Children. They had waited for months, and their reward was to rip out the starseeds of children. There was no challenge to it, no prestige in their defeat. It was a small spot of darkness in Tanzanite's otherwise bright and beautiful day. As she turned her gaze to Wolframite, however, she still managed the slightest of smiles.

“Let's see what you're made of, Lieutenant,” was all she said before she stepping backwards over the ledge. She landed in a crouch no more than ten feet from the pair, the clawed hand of her gifted arm spread palm-down against the pavement.

“Goodnight, girls,” she said lowly.

It was not meant to be a greeting.

The girl raised an eye at being called 'string bean', particularly since she was both short and curvy! String bean seemed outlandish. However, the girl brushed it off in light of a different matter. "I was trying to find someone to patrol with, I've been-"

Perseus's blood had chilled upon sensing the aura of the negaverse nearby. This one was stronger though, stronger than the small tug she had felt around Lieutenant Zinkenite. For some reason, she doubted that this fight would be like there's had been. Something was wrong. Turning around at the sound of heels clattering on pavement, the senshi went silent. She turned on the spot, facing her unknown assailants, and immediately pegged them as negaverse. Tensing, she noticed the young man staring, and her eyes followed his. She didn't quite know what she was looking at. It looked monsterly, and it was twitching uncontrollably. And it was attached to the woman's arm! Perseus found it vaguely disgusting, whatever it was, but she kept her face impassive.

"Thank you, I'm sure it will be." Was that Perseus talking smack? Where had that come from? She certainly didn't know, but it sounded cooler than a few other things she'd spewed out during battle. Another younger boy dropped down next to the girl, dressed in something you'd see on a Victorian era lad, complete with bows. The girl stood her ground as best as she could. After all, she was invested in being a senshi now, and she would fight for as long as she could. Perseus was now very, VERY glad that she'd run into Arlt, right in the nick of time.

Tanzanite had caught Wolframit'es sideways stared and wide-eyed glances. It wasn't that she didn't mind them. Actually, there were few things that got under the Captain's skin like someone staring at her arm. However, every time the looks brought her temper to the surface, Nealite's voice rang through her memory.

"You're supposed to kill the senshi, Aree, not the Lieutenants. Are you listening to me? Aree- Tanzanite, what is your arm doing. No, stop it. No. You power down right now. Tanz, that is my favorite throw pillow! Tanz I swear to god if your arm eats that pillow I will- No! My pillow!"

As Arlt spoke, Tanzanite was gently raking the nails of her human hand over the thick skin of the youma arm as though trying to calm it. It responded by twisting its skin around like a wrung towel, relaxing only once she had turned her attention to Arlt, “Yes...” she murmured, smiling with a sudden fondness, “A gift from Queen Beryl. I doubt your starseed will be enough to reciprocate, but it will be a start. Wolframite,” Tanzanite glanced back to the Lieutenant, the fondness in her expression quickly replaced by malice. The grin, slightly obscured by the cloud of dust, was less of a smile and more of a vicious baring of teeth.

“Kill her.”

Then Tanzanite was off, long legs pushing her out of the dust and towards Perseus, the power of the Negaverse fueling her strides. She lunged, throwing her body at the girls midsection in an attempt to tackle her to the ground.

Perseus was not prepared when Arlt turned tail and ran. "Arlt! What are you doing?" The senshi started after the other girl, interrupted a bit by the girl with the strange arm mentioning the word 'kill'. That had certainly gotten her attention, none of the other negaversers had been out to kill her (save perhaps the very first girl she had run into, who Perseus still regarded as crazy), and certainly none of them had a youma arm like THAT.

She'd been learning a lot in her self defense classes, but she hadn't quite learned enough to save herself from a full body tackle. Perhaps she would have to take up football as well? Rolling just as much as she could in the gripping arms of the negaverser (ew ew EW her arm was touching her!), Perseus leaned into the tackle to kiss Tanzanite on the mouth, hoping that the close proximity would be her chance to get her attack in. She hated the idea of kissing her direct on, but if that's where full potency was, she wanted this girl to feel the full effects; a necessary sacrifice.

She'd never met anyone like the negaverser who was currently residing on top of her stomach. The two hit the pavement hard, with Perseus taking the brunt of the blow. Her cape took a majority of the scraping, but her back and shoulders took some as well. It was soon apparent how much being scraped into the cement hurt. The injuries weren't major, just mildly bleeding scrapes and some bruises from the impact, but the scrapes burned with every movement, and Perseus could just feel the little rocks embedded in her skin.