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What a bothersome situation. It was rush hour, blindingly bright, cars were honking, and Elegancia had a spa appointment to attend to-- one that started in twenty minutes. One that had to be reserved three months prior to today's date. Should it be missed, Elegancia would be forced to reschedule-- and her therapist was full well into the next year.

Unfortunately, traffic was backed up bumper-to-bumper, with no signs of any movement any time soon.

"Can this piece of trash move any faster," she began, obviously not aware of how valuable her family's limousine was, "because if not, I will be very unhappy." The snobby brunette crossed her legs and shook her foot anxiously, hoping that things would let up soon-- "oh, if only some of the cars would... I don't know, explode out of our way, that'd be perfect. Just perfect!!" Elegancia chuckled at the thought.

"M-miss, you might want to be careful what you wish for," her chauffer said nervously while pointing before them. A towering, massive titan stood before them-- it must have been at least 9 feet tall.

People shrieked and scurried to get away as the creature smashed into the hoods of their cars, slammed doors in, windshield pieces flinging in every direction. Leaning forward, Elegancia removed her gaze from the youma and placed it on her chauffer, who was now mysteriously absent. She made a mental note to inform her father of what an awful investment the new chauffer was.

Elegancia proceeded to open her door so as to escape, but unfortunately for her, the creature had pushed the adjacent cars side-by-side at that moment, thus blocking her way out by normal means. The only escape was through the sunroof. Thankfully, the windows were tinted, which gave Elegancia time to transform into her sailor-suited alter ego, Sailor Rosalind. Quickly pulling her emerald brooch from her purse, the brunette uttered her magical incantation, and with a quick flash of mint green, she transformed into a sailor scout.

Not wanting to waste a second, the extravagant sailor soldier pulled herself up and out of the sunroof, then yelled in the direction of the beast-- "hey, youma-- it is not very nice of you to destroy poor people's cars!! Do you think they can afford new ones?! I am the sailor-suited pretty warrior of Wealth, Sailor Rosalind!! Prepare to be bounced like a bad check!!"

The creature stared at her for a second, and then smashed the cars lined up against her limo together-- she fell backwards with a flip and watched as it was smooshed into smithereens.

Who cared about that, though, because she had an appointment to get to!! This needed to be done quickly.

There were certain ways Rosalind expected a man to treat a woman, and being manhandled was most definitely not one of them. Part of her was relieved that another scout had appeared, but part of her was about to explode in womanly rage after being touched like she had been. Especially by a young, hormone-fueled man-- he clearly had ill-intentions by doing what he had.

"Excuse me, boy," she started, obviously riding her high horse, "but I do believe you owe me an apology! I am offended!!" It was a funny thing that she was completely and utterly 100% serious in a situation such as the one they were in-- the youma was on a rage, stampeding towards them with reckless abandon. Sailor Rosalind put her hands to her hips, and in an accusatory tone, asked, "and just who are you, anyways?"

How despicably rude of him!

Sailor Rosalind stood with her mouth agape over how this boy spewed rude remarks out of his mouth at an alarming rate. Out of the two sailor soldiers who happened to be male that Rosalind had met, this one most definitely took the cake for having horrendous manners (or lack thereof).

When Chaonis loosened his grip on Rosalind's skirt, she threw herself back rather melodramatically and up against the side of a car. "Why, I never!!" Was all she could manage, but it was the truth-- his manners were worse than that of a Negaverser! The brunette Soldier of Wealth chuckled and flipped her hair nonchalantly.

"First off, I find tea parties and their chamber music to be downright boring," she started, her tone condescending, "and second, my parents-- well, parent-- do not dictate what I wear. So you would do well not to criticize my outfit, especially when you're wearing scraps you found on the street." There was a moment when her tone sounded somewhat hurt, but it wasn't very noticeable. Rosalind was a big girl.

The youma bellowed as it charged towards the two, and decided to take a ranged-offensive approach. Grabbing the tire of a Hummer, the monstrous youma ripped it off and lobbed it at the two sailor-suited soldiers, to which Rosalind yelped an "ahh!"

She was, fortunately, quick enough to duck under the tire as it zoomed overhead. Whether Sailor Chanois, the Soldier of Bad Manners, would dodge it in time was another story.

There was no further time to be wasted-- Sailor Rosalind snapped her fingers and yelled her incantation, "Sterling Silver VOLLEY!!"-- and silver coins began to pour out of the sky. The youma gut-bellowed when coins pelted it, to which the Soldier of Wealth uttered "little girl, indeed."

If Sailor Taranis was the rudest boy on Earth, Sailor Chaonis was the rudest boy in the Milky Way. He was really that bad. Just... Everything about him was awful. His disrespectful attitude, flippant tone, and even his body language. Sailor Rosalind wondered what kind of parents this boy had-- they must have been asleep at the wheel. "Good?" she thought, "to whom?" Rosalind felt incredulous that this boy had a such high opinion of himself that rivaled almost her own. But, unlike this hoodlum-of-a-scout, Rosalind was entitled to feel that way! She had looks and money. Chaonis did not.

"I will have you know that there is nothing of the sort underneath my skirt," she spat, "but I am not about to disclose what is, you pervert." He almost tricked her into talking about her undergarments-- how despicable could he be?! Really, he was a pig.

Sailor Rosalind, to the point where she wanted to slap the boy across the face, was reaching her boiling point. Was there really any point to being so antagonistic, especially towards a lady? But once the tire collided with Chaonis, though, Rosalind felt a sudden wave of joy-- she laughed mockingly into the back of her hand, a rather loud and boisterous laugh. If there was one good trait the boy had, though, it was tenacity-- he sprang right back up and right towards the youma. Rosalind was somewhat disappointed that he didn't cry.

"Well," she started, ignoring the gumball machine remark, "if you're so keen on taking the beast out yourself, I'll let you have at it." She didn't care! He could have his starseed snatched, whatever! Besides, there was a spa session waiting for her. Rosalind waltzed passed the cars, daintly stepping over wreckage and side-stepping potholes, but unfortunately, the youma had no such plans.

It was in a ballistic mode, and it had its eyes on the lovely little brunette, since she was the first to initiate battle and attack it. Nevermind that it had a teenage boy on its tail, Rosalind had attacked first.

The youma caught her off guard and snatched her up by the hair and swung her around several times-- needless to say, the poor girl was shrieking incessantly... Who wouldn't be?

Everything whirred by as the colossal youma swung the Soldier of Wealth around like a bad carnival ride. The kind that made little kids barf all over the seats when it finally stopped. She couldn't hear much over her own screaming, the occasional civilian shouting, the youma's feet stomping around as it spun rapidly... But suddenly, she heard the boy-- the awful one-- shouting what sounded like a battle cry!

Then it all suddenly stopped, and it felt as though she had hit a brick wall. At that point, Rosalind resigned herself to the fact that she just might get a little dirty. Buildings zoomed by, cars flew by beneath her, and suddenly, she found herself on top of the boy who she so loathed. But, if she were on top of him, and he were chest-down on the floor... And she had been released after she heard the boy...

... Had he been the one to save her? Rosalind looked at the back of his head, then at her gold pumps (which were still clean!!), then at the back of his head again. Sailor Rosalind's cheeks turned red. Out of sickness, of course-- she definitely wasn't flustered. Definitely not. It was sickness. She was not good with things like this. The words came to her mind, the simple 'thank you,' but her lips wouldn't allow them to come out. So, as an alternative, Sailor Rosalind stood up and off of his back and extended a gloved hand to Chaonis.

Then, "If you're done napping now, can we please get back to getting that youma?!" Rosalind was, by default, on the defensive.

Sailor Rosalind watched incredulously as the car exploded, then looked over at Chaonis in disbelief.

"You're new at this, aren't you?" She book-ended her question with an exasperated sigh, then continued, "you know, the youma is over there." The Soldier of Wealth pointed in the direction of the colossal creature, who was stumbling around as the ground beneath it shook from Chaonis' attack (as was Rosalind).

It was now her turn to go after the youma-- she snapped and called out her magical incantation, and the downpour started once again. Apparently, the creature didn't like Rosalind's coin shower, as it once more charged towards her, berating coins pelting it be damned.

She was on guard this time, though, and made sure to inform Chaonis: "by the way, in case you're directionally-challenged, the creature is heading straight this way, so no need to strain your pea-sized brain."

Great. How fabulously great. Rosalind was working with a novice. But now that she knew that the boy was new, she had an even higher sense of superiority. His insults did not sting as much.

"Do you mean shotput? If you're going to insult me, you should do it properly." She scoffed, then added, "I'm positive that the beast came after me because I am just so devastatingly beautiful." One would think that such an over-the-top claim was a joke, but unfortunately, Sailor Rosalind was completely serious.

She thought about his question-- how could they kill it? Rosalind would be damned before she let a rookie get the better of her. Looking back and forth, she was frantic to find something to take the creature down, because obviously her coins could not do the job. After the shower of coins ended, Rosalind ran into the nearest car to hide (but yelled to Chaonis that she would be strategically thinking something up, naturally).

Chaonis was bashing into the monster, but to no avail-- it was strange that there was a clear view to the whole battle. There was not a thing standing between the car and the creature, because it had smashed everything in front of it to smithereens.

That was when she found her idea: the car.

But she didn't have a driver's license!! Plus, she had never even sat in the front of a car before, and just... Whatever! She had to take the beast down! The keys were still in (ignition, no less-- didn't civilians know not to do that?), so Rosalind slammed her foot on acceleration as hard as she could. But she wasn't going anywhere? The vehicle made a sound like it wanted to charge forward, a vrooooooooooom sound, but it wasn't moving!!

And then Rosalind noticed the gears. Duh! She shifted the stick from 'P' to 'D1', not lifting her foot from the accelerator, and was pushed back as the car barreled forward and into the youma. Rosalind swore she heard the creature say 'oh, sh--' (how vulgar) before being rammed.

As she drove into the youma, though, it exploded into a cloud of dust and covered the car. She heard (and felt) the boy fall onto the hood of the car, but unfortunately, Rosalind didn't know how to stop the car, and slammed into another vehicle... Oops.

There was a brief moment of triumph after the car had come to a stop. After all, she had dusted the youma, albeit in an unconventional manner, but the deed had been done. She'd make sure that Chaonis praised her for being so wonderful... But where was he? Dust caked the car's windshield, so she couldn't see too well.

The brunette pushed the door open and hopped out, dusting herself off afterwards. "Yoohoo, oh, boy! Boy, where are you?" She looked back and forth, frantically, worried that the youma had made off with his starseed before she ran it over. (She still felt a rush inside from that!) Rosalind rushed from place to place, looking amongst wreckage and inside cars-- but then she heard a groan. A very... strange groan.

Lo and behold, it was Chaonis, the Soldier of Bad Manners. But Rosalind couldn't say anything, because he didn't look like he was in good shape. And, apparently, it was her fault. That thump on her car must have been the boy... Oh, man, did she feel awful. Rosalind rushed to the car across from the one that she had rammed into the monster with and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him out. The boy was, sadly, pretty stuck in the vehicle. She heaved and ho'd, and finally, he popped out.

It killed her inside to not say 'haha, I did it and you stink,' but she honestly felt bad for what she had done.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.