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Being in the Negaverse meant a lot of things to a lot of its members, particularly Captain Uranophane. It meant being part of something greater than oneself, something elite. It meant being an unsung hero in a (mostly) unseen battle against the exoplanetary tyranny the Sailor Senshi had brought upon the city. It meant knowing that a bit of sacrifice was a necessary evil for the sake of the greater good. And, perhaps above all else, it meant that when you were wearing your uniform, you were temporarily abandoning your humanity and all of its limitations.

For the most part.

There were certain necessities one couldn't escape from so easily, even with the aid of dark magic and countless hours of dedicated training. Certain... bodily functions still needed to be attended to once in a while, and for that Uranophane was an interesting mix of disdainful and grateful at the availability of a public bathroom at the bus station. It was sort of dingy and grimy, and the Captain counted out the numerous health violations she could see as she draped her long gloves over the edge of the sink and proceeded to give herself a careful, thorough hand-washing.

Uranophane's ears picked up the noise of another stall being used and exited, the noise jarringly loud in the crisp acoustics created by the tiles, porcelain and cool air. Her eyes lifted somewhat disinterestedly to the mirror in front of her so she could see who was on their way out -- and then widened when she saw the distinctive fuku and bows. That sort of luck was unbelievable. She thought she had picked up the power signature of a senshi nearby, but in the bathroom?

The water kept running and the Negaverser did not budge an inch. Instead, Hestia's stink eye was met with another of equal magnitude, and thus began the staredown.

As they washed their hands.

Slowly.

The stares became more intense by the second, each one trying to out-death-glare the other. When Hestia's lips broke into a sneer, the Negaverser's did the same -- Uranophane was admittedly intrigued, that she had run into a senshi whom for once seemed to mean Serious Business about an encounter with a member of the adversary group. The only appropriate way to respond: be twice as Serious Business.

If anyone else had walked into that particular bathroom at that very moment, they would have been treated with the baffling sight of a fully henshined senshi and a fully suited-up Negaverser with rapidly mutating facial expressions as they both tried to come out on top with the most intimidating game face, the rushing noise of water playing over the scene all the while.

That was, at least, until one of the faucets turned off. Then the other.

The only working paper towel dispenser was clear on the other side of the room. It was go time.

Uranophane hadn't even had the chance to put her gloves back on before the senshi had gotten all over her, not to mention how her hands were still damp. Her opponent didn't seem to give a damn about that either -- when given the option of having dry hands and not letting her guard down, they both had chosen the latter. Little flecks of cooling tap water splattered over the front of her uniform as Hestia's fists flew in her direction.

There was barely any room at all to dodge in such a cramped space -- and jumping would have ended her up with a face full of ceiling -- so she was stuck backing across the tile, the senshi inching forward after her, while she tried to think of a way to retaliate. It wasn't long before she was inching along the wall and the doors of the stalls while trying to block and dodge what she could.

And then, with a pop! not unlike a small lightbulb bursting, a clipboard appeared in the Negaverser's hands, and Hestia was left to whittle her fists away on it until she realized that she was hitting wood and not the face of her opponent.

In retrospect, grabbing something an opponent was holding without taking the time to gauge their physical strength first was probably an incredibly bad idea. As a Negaverse Captain, Uranophane was a tier above by sheer virtue of the dark energy running over her nerves. Trying to win over by brute strength alone was going to be hard, and it wasn't ten seconds after Hestia had grabbed it that Uranophane forced her weight to the side in an attempt at sending her opponent into a nearby open stall.

The stall was grimy. The stall was cramped. Unless she wanted to try jumping over its walls and risk scraping against all the who-knows-what-all-that-gunk-was on the ceiling, there was only one way back out of it: unfortunately for Hestia, the doorway was being blocked by none other than her adversary, who was all but looming over her in the flickery fluorescent light now.

With a swift, forceful kick, the poor senshi was knocked headfirst into the toilet bowl.

Flushing had never been quite so satisfying.