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A slender, alabaster-white leg dangled from a lone tree. Beneath the tree stood a four-legged youma, canine in appearance with yellow teeth and glaring red eyes-- it was trying to get the slender leg, for to the creature's poor vision, it seemed as if the white leg were a miscolored (yet delicious) bone.

The leg belonged to none other than the golden-streaked Sailor Soldier of Wealth, Sailor Rosalind.

How exactly had she found herself in such a predicament? Easy-- the soldier let her guard down. She was used to the strange, gelatinous variety of youma, the slow-moving ones. But this one was different, for it was quick, tangible, and ferocious.

"A-ack, get away, you foul beast," Sailor Rosalind called out while swatting her hand towards it, "I don't want to have to bounce you like a bad check!!" Rosalind pulled her leg up and scaled the tree to the very tip-top.

The part where it was unstable-- but she was desperate. Unbeknownst to the scout, the branch she stood on began to snap. The youma waited eagerly.

Was Sailor Rosalind going to meet her fate at the hands of a canine youma?!

Rosalind stared in what could only be described as a mixture of awe and disgust, the bloody attack zooming towards the youma. An attack such as this scout's had never been seen before, but then again, Rosalind hadn't seen very many different attacks before. At any rate, the Soldier of Wealth felt as nothing more than an onlooker-- she didn't like it.

A golden pump took a step down towards the ground, but unfortunately, it was a misstep. The minty green-colored scout snapped the branch that served as her support, and she took an extreme plummet towards the ground. Fortunately, however, the scout landed on her feet.

The youma was still in a state of pain and recoil, granting enough time for Rosalind to ask the other soldier, "who are you?" She may have sounded slightly accusatory, but she couldn't be too sure about who was who anymore.

Super Sailor MuCephei?? That was new.

"Well, Super Sailor MuCephei," Rosalind started, "it is a pleasure to meet such a lovely sailor soldier." She proceeded to curtsy slightly, not wanting to preen completely-- the youma could have struck at any moment!

The brunette scout just had to respect MuCephei-- not only was she sophisticated and graceful (the epitome of what Rosalind believe a scout should be), but she was Super!! That meant that, not only was she the aforementioned things, but she also kicked a lot of youma-butt.

"But, you know," Rosalind started once more, trying to think of the proper words in which not to offend, "blood is such a... unique sphere, is it not?" She was, to be completely honest, disgusted at the thought-- blood made Rosalind weak in the knees.

"Anyways, I am Sailor Rosalind, the pretty-suited Sailor Soldier of Wealth." She struck her sassy hand-on-hip pose and then took a defensive stance, for the youma began to stir once more-- this time with eyes on both scouts.

Who would it go after first?

"Why, yes, it is a unique sphere," Rosalind said, and then added, "thank you for noticing!" She said this with a cheerful inflection in her voice, something completely out of the norm.

"My... attack is, well," she trailed off, "it's all over the place." Rosalind did not have control over her attack-- coins just shot down out of the sky for a few seconds, but it did not discriminate in whom it hit. The Soldier of Wealth had been pelted with her own coins a time or two, and would just die if a comrade (especially a superior one, no less) were to be hurt by it!

"I can't really control it-- even though I've been a sailor scout for about three months now." There was a tone in her voice that seemed almost ashamed somewhere in there.

As she explained herself, though, the youma darted towards Rosalind, who had let her guard down. It swiped a massive claw into the scout's back, but luckily got a clawful of poofy fabric from her skirt.

Rosalind recoiled backwards and stood next to MuCephei. "Would you like me to attack?" She asked, not wanting to catch the other soldier by surprise-- she wanted her to be prepared.

The youma did some flips and tumbles around the area as the pain spread through its long snout-- MuCephei really knew what she was doing. Rosalind tugged at what was once the back of her skirt-- luckily, she had an extra layer of fabric over her skirt, so there were no panties to be shown.

She would have died.

Rosalind thought about what would be best, and told the Soldier of Blood to be prepared to shield herself. At the Super Soldier's okay, Rosalind snapped her fingers and shouted her magical incantation, "Sterling Silver VOLLEY!!!"

The sky began to be filled with silver glimmers, like tiny shooting stars-- and then they began to pelt the ground. Coins poured upon the youma, a coin striking Rosalind once or twice-- she hoped none of them would strike her newfound partner.

"I think it's almost done, I mean, I think it's almost dusted!!" Rosalind exclaimed while sidestepping a few coins, looking graceful all the while.

Or trying to, atleast.

The coin shower had stopped by now, the seeming 'shooting coin stars' ceasing to cascade from the sky. Rosalind watched as the Soldier of Blood attacked once more-- she was relentless in dusting the youma. MuCephei was a fabulous role model for Sailor Rosalind to follow, as she remained calm and collected amidst battle.

"Thank you very much, Super Sailor MuCephei," she started, "you're very powerful yourself!!" As MuCephei finished her attack, Rosalind decided that it was a good time to deliver the final attack-- the coup de grace.

"Sterling Silver VOLLEY!" Once again, coins streaked in silver gleams from the heavens. Several coins repeatedly poured upon the youma, to which the beast bellowed in pain. Rosalind watched as it cried agonizingly, finally dusting into dust particles.

Rosalind hated this part, because dust was filthy. She turned to MuCephei.

"Oh, alright..." Rosalind dusted herself off as well, feeling kind of strange not using formalities, "yes, it was a close call indeed. We did it together!"

Pondering over MuCephei's question, she flipped a stray lock over her shoulder and finally came up with an answer, "well, no, not a team-- but I do have a partner who I meet up with sometimes. Maybe it would be best to comprise a team?"

After she answered the Soldier of Blood's question, Rosalind had her own: "so, if you do not mind my asking, what is it like being a Super Sailor Soldier?"

The thought of a team did not seem like such an awful idea at the moment, especially when the prospect of being shredded to pieces and ribbons by a youma was a possibility. Perhaps she would discuss it with Sailor Perseus? Who knew.

Cryptic messages were never Rosalind's forte, and MuCephei definitely had one to say at the moment. She felt stronger, maybe, but not in comparison to the realization that the battle may not ever end? Rosalind shook her head out of thought, and smiled at MuCephei coyly. "No, it is not a problem-- I believe formality is the proper way to show respect for someone. So, thank you."

It was somewhat sad to think that Rosalind was an awful sailor scout in comparion to MuCephei, but maybe she would improve one day? "Yes, I would love that," she started, taking her senshi phone out and continuing, "I'll register you right now."

Once the two had exchanged numbers, Rosalind curtsied in return and departed.

If only she were half the soldier MuCephei was.