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These nightly seminars were beginning to take their toll on Elegancia. She disliked having to sit in a classroom for three hours at a time, listening to a bald man droning on and on about the ethics of the Salem Witch Trials. Elegancia thought that they all got what they deserved, and it hardly needed a lecture.

When the class was finally over, the copper brunette exited the Sovereign Heights history building, with every intention of heading back to her dorm. Alba and Gloria better have had something delicious prepared, lest they wanted an earful. But then something happened. Something awful and evil happened.

Elegancia happened upon an almost pretty, blue-haired, leopard-clad Negaverse harlot. Ughhhh, why did things like this always happen on nights like this? The witch had her hand in a beefy, muscular boy's chest-- Elegancia herself almost drooled at is bulging pecks.

But this was no time for vulgar thoughts!! Elegancia dashed behind a phone booth (but not in it, for some reason), making sure to pull out her extravagant henshin pen while doing so. "Rosalind Moon Power, Make-Up!!" With a flash of minty ribbons and gold gleams, and the sound of a cash register ka-chinging, Elegancia had transformed into Sailor Rosalind.

Under the effects of sailor glamor, Rosalind made herself visible to the bluenette. "Stop right there, Negaverse scum!!" The bow-bedecked senshi struck a sassy pose, throwing Petalite the most intimidating look she could manage. "I think that poor boy needs his starseed, don't you?"

"Wouldn't you so much prefer to have attracted him with your personality, and not your, uh..." Rosalind placed a hand on her décolletage, frowning, then continued, "feminine wiles? It's so unbecoming and very unlike a lady." The Soldier of Wealth began to wonder what kind of virtues the Negaverse held-- did they even care about being ladies? Whatever, it wasn't the time to think about things like that. "At any rate, I disagree with you! He may have had a useless hobby such as football, but it was something he enjoyed nonetheless! You had no right to snatch his starseed!" Rosalind flipped a lock of glossy hair behind her shoulders, making sure to display the fact that she was just as pretty. Even prettier, in fact!

"At any rate, I'm Sailor Rosalind, the Soldier of Wealth! I'm going to have to bounce you like a bad check!!" It wasn't often that the prissy scout took the offensive right off the bat. She was usually the attackee, not the attacker. Rosalind began to circle Petalite, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She had to be careful, though, because the harlot had the football player's precious starseed. If Rosalind played her cards right, she would scare the girl off, get the starseed back, and score a lovely date. Oh, in a perfect world...

But as it stood, the starseed was shoved down Petalite's cleavage. Rosalind wanted to say something like 'don't think I won't reach in there,' but that would have been an empty threat, because she really wouldn't have. "What are you waiting for?" Rosalind inquired, continuing to circle the bluenette Negaverse agent.

"Ugh, not in the slightest," Rosalind stuck her tongue out of her mouth in disgust, "you wish I was a lesbian. Even if I were, I would have standards. You, obviously, do not have such things. Since you're in the Negaverse, and all." At this point, the Soldier of Wealth cocked an eyebrow at the bluenette. It really was such a shame that girls who had the potential to be true ladies were tainted by such an awful society. After so long of Rosalind pondering upon such things, she lost track of what she had meant to do-- attack Petalite. It was unfortunate that the two couldn't preen and properly introduce eachother, but c'est la vie!

Apparently, Petalite's weapon of choice was a toy. "I see you like more than just boytoys-- you actually play with all kinds, don't you?" Rosalind laughed condescendingly into the back of her hand, but the joke was on her-- the brunette's nose was socked with said toy. The frisbee collided with her face like a comet crashing onto Earth, it was that painful. Rosalind recoiled in pain, grasping her nose the entire time. "That hurt, you witch!!" Blood dripped out, drop by drop, and into her silky gloves. "Nobody makes me bleed and get away with it, least of all second-rate harlots with hair that looks like an ugly wig!!" She hopped back a few paces, snapped her fingers, and called out her magical incantation-- Sterling Silver Volley!!

Coins began to spew out of the sky, indiscriminately pelting the two girls as they zoomed towards the ground.

A double-edged blade was Rosalind's attack.

On one hand, it was capable of damaging her opponents while keeping them distracted. On the other, it did the exact same thing to her. So while, yes, she did love her ability-- she also hated it. C'est la vie, she supposed. Rosalind took it upon herself to take this opportunity to lay the-- what was it called? Oh, yes-- the smackdown. She was going to lay it on Petalite. Without any signs of hesitance, the brunette dashed forward, bloody nose be damned, and made an attempt to trip the Negaverse harlot.

But even if she was successful, what would she do? Rosalind didn't believe in extinguishing someone's life force, so what then? She'd trip her and give her a firm talking-to? No, no, that probably wouldn't work out too well. "Yeah, I said it!! A wig!! What are you going to do, hm?!" Wow, what a rush! Rosalind had never made it a point of talking trash to someone else, but it felt good! No wonder people did that...

While she went after Petalite, Rosalind was pelted twice in the left arm, and once in the skirt-- it sheared a piece of fabric off.

"Wig! Wig!! Wiiiiiiig!!" She was now just trying to get a rise out of Petalite, just for the fun of it. Unfortunately, it came back at her tenfold when the Lieutenant lunged at her, primed to bonk her in the head once more. All she could manage was a squeak before being smacked up top. Rosalind recoiled, rubbing the top of her head. It didn't hurt as much as it did last time, and there was no blood, but she just knew there was going to be a bump there. "It's not my fault your hair is so ugly that it almost looks tacky, is it?!" The brunette took a few steps back, continuing to hold the top of her head. Fortunately, the coins weren't pelting the duo any longer.

What would her next point of attack be? Well, she just used a magic ability, so maybe it would be better to go on the physical offense. But she hated doing that. A job was a job, though, so the Soldier of Wealth lunged forward, hands extended towards Petalite's flowing blue locks. "I'll show you how cheap your awful hair is, you harlot!!" The auburn-haired solider then made it a point of trying to grab a chunk of the opposing girl's hair, but whether it was hit-or-miss, she didn't know. A chunk of hair ripped out of her head would be quite satisfying, actually. She still had a debt to pay back to the Negaverse, what with Serandite ripping her hair out that one time.

The witch.

A slight wave of nostalgia overcame Rosalind as she watched Petalite flee like the weak maggot she was. Nostalgia that reminded her of her first battle-- against Serandite. Man, was that a long time ago! If she recalled correctly (which she did, of course), Rosalind had a rather sizable chunk of her own hair ripped out of her scalp. This battle, then, was divine punishment upon all of the Negaverse, and Petalite happened to be the one to catch the brunt of it. "Let this be a lesson to your kind, ugly! Yeah, I said it!" Obviously, the sassy-mouthed Soldier of Wealth was running out of snide quips to bark at people.

Powering down a safe distance away, Elegancia traipsed back to where she'd be picked up by a limousine. For some strange reason, she still had the knappy lock of Petalite's hair in her hands. "Blech!!" She threw it away from herself, wiping her hand on her skirt shortly thereafter. "Great. Now I'm going to get hand-lice, or something." At that moment, Elegancia decided she needed some soap, and asap. She continued to get the short end of the stick! Her own hair was luscious and well-conditioned, while Petalite's was coarse and damaged.

How typical of the Negaverse.