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Scylla was out in the park for some reason; she did typically prefer to patrol the other parts of the city rather than the park, especially since there always seemed to be rumor of a battle there late at night. It was snowing, however, and there were few other places as aesthetically pleasing as the park at night, so she took her chances and moved out into the snow, listening to it crunch under her boots. Her fuku was hardly meant for winter combat, so she had her gloved hands rubbing along her exposed upper arms, sometimes rubbing her upper legs that were exposed to the cold winter air. She would really have to suggest winter suits should anyone ever ask her how the life of a Scout could be improved. Cold was inconvenient.

The black-haired young woman ducked a tree branch as she moved through the edge of the park, only to look up as she heard a voice. She pulled out her Senshi phone, clicking it open; there was, it seemed, a senshi in the area that she had met once before, probably at a senshi meeting. Scanned into her phone was Sailor Maia.

Alrighty. She flipped the phone back closed and moved quickly in the direction she'd heard the voice from. If a scout was fighting in the park- and it was a possibility- then she needed to scoot over that way quickly, while it was possible that another figure in the fight could make a difference.

"Sweet Harmony!" The name of the senshi's attack was audible, as was the note of annoyance. Scylla burst onto the scene in time to see- nothing, except for a redheaded senshi falling into the snow, face first. There were a few decimated snowmen, likely remnants of the 'brutal free for all' that she had heard so much about.

A quick check of the area showed no footprints, so Scylla moved over to the fallen senshi and knelt next to her, leaning over. "Hey!" she said it loudly before reaching out to touch her. "Sailor Maia, right?" she shook the girl very gently, grateful to at least see the puffs of her breath. What on earth had happened here?!

"I'm Sailor Scylla." Thank goodness the girl was alright. She pulled out her own cellphone, waving it. "I scanned you, I guess, at the last big meeting, because I was able to see you with our nifty little GPS." She'd been scanning left and right like a maniac, so it wasn't strange that she'd gotten this girl caught up in it. "So who-" she started, but the girl was rubbing her temples like she'd a headache, and Scylla paused to scan the area politely.

She couldn't say no worries, in truth, but hearing that the girl had been training, all alone, in the middle of Deathtrap Park, she wasn't much inclined to say it anyway. "Never been drunk myself," she agreed, and stood from her crouch, holding out her hand to the other Scout. "Plan to, someday. not the hardcore kind of drunk, just the pleasantly tipsy kind. A friend told me once you have to do it once, just so you never forget yourself and do it again." She waited for the other senshi to take her hand, finally deciding to continue. "I don't think that you should train by yourself if your attack makes you dizzy, though. Especially not here." her tone was bland, deliberately so. "Don't you have a team?"

"I'm not arguing that you have to train," Scylla agreed. "Quite the contrary. But their is no wisdom in being alone in a place like this," she pointed around to the silent woods, the corpses of snowmen built and decimated by unnameable enemies (MAIA) "When your attack limits your capability to care for yourself." It rather was the pot calling the kettle black, Scylla reflected. Her own power did leave her a bit drained when she used it for too long; She had enjoyed the benefit of partnering with other senshi for a good long time, however, before she started on her own.

Maia dusted herself off, and Scylla smiled at her. "So tell me about this 'little gloved hand' you had in your chect." She said finally. "I find it safe to assume a member of the Negaverse is not your friend?" Nor mine, she wanted to add. She'd almost felt what it would be like, having a hand in her chest. Serandite had been seconds away. Some nights, Jada had nightmares of it, dreams which demonized the pink-haired girl and her bunny sidekick to unnatural proportions.

It was a small gesture that she offered Maia, nodding with her head to one of the small iron benches. It was covered in snow, but so was everything else around here. At least with the snow covering the back of Jada's thighs wouldn't' stick to the cold metal or something. Whoever had been in charge of giving her a skirt this short for her working clothes needed to be shot.

"I'll see what I can find for you." Jada assured the other senshi. "I'd appreciate the teammate-finding too." She didn't want to stumble over a really cutely-dressed corpse next time she wandered into the park. "I know I'm not your mother, but I appreciate you listening to me offer my 'advice.'" It was one thing Jada could offer copiously. She was nosy, really, and stuck her nose in all sorts of places she probably wasn't wanted.

Listening to Maia talk about her experience with the Negaverse, however, made Scylla's face darken. Quite noticeably. "Wolframite, huh?" She might have had a run in with this one. "If he's the one I am thinking of, you were lucky. He has a youma serving him, a Knight with an attached lance instead of an arm. Wolframite wasn't directly going for my starseed though." Nope, at that point, she was pretty sure he was just going to kill her.

Actually, that left a question that she has never asked before. What happened to a Starseed when the person died before it was removed? How long did it take them to leave, after someone died? Could a senshi starseed be taken post-mortem and be used to power the enemy?

The sound of Maia thumping into the snow made her look up. Why had the girl decided to sit there? Jada had offered her a perfectly good seat next to herself, and she certainly didn't smell in this weath- a snowball took Scylla to the back of the head, and she felt her eyes cross. Son of a b- female dog. "Maybe." she offered the Senshi of Song. "See why this park sucks?"

Another snowball came hurtling at the girls, and the army of Frosties seemed to be growing. They weren't jolly, or happy, and they were unfortunately... not fairytales. Thump, thump, thump! Snowballs were flying at them, and Scylla hit the ground, mind whirling. This was ridiculous. (Unlike Maia, Jada was a cusser in Sailor form. Darnit was such a cute, ladylike word, compared to what was being yowled in the other senshi's head. This was not a cute, ladylike situation. This was a THE NEGAVERSE IS RUINING MY CHILDHOOD situation.) While on the ground, she watched the other senshi grab a branch, and start swinging. "Baseball?" Scylla finally asked, incredulous. "You're going to play baseball with them?" Them, them, how many snowmen were there out there?

Unlike Maia, Scylla did have an offensive attack; one that she was going to use very carefully. To be frank, she didn't know how giant tentacles were going to work on animated snow piles. To be more frank, she'd rather not die, with just a few days until the biggest gift-giving day of the year. "I have an offensive attack," Scylla told the other girl finally, crawling on elbows and knees over to the remains of a snow fort. "It may or may not be super effective." There was, in the end, only one way for the two of them to find out just how effective the Kraken was against a snowball.

The first snowball that came their way after Scylla focused was hit out of the field by a limb that exploded out of the snow. Well, not out of the field exactly, but it burst out of the snow and deflected one of the missiles- and took the head off of the snowman that threw it. Too bad that there were more, and the snowball it missed smashed into Scylla's temple as she peeked her head over the top of the forehead, making her eyes cross again.

At least some of her attack had looked impressive.

"You know what I believe in, Sailor Maia?" Scylla couldn't help but scowl as she was ducking, trying to find some kind of cover, "Targets that can't hit back." She made her way over to Maia, already feeling herself bruising from the March of the Snowmen. The things were advancing on them steadily and not-too-slowly, and the senshi of the Kraken was more than slightly alarmed by the fact that the headless ones were still coming in their direction.

"Scylla's Hunger!" she snapped it almost defensively, and the ground under her and the other senshi rumbled, appendages rising on either side of the girls and smashing a hole in the wall of snow that was forming a circle around them. Really, were these youma going to bury them alive? Or would they be beaten to death by rock-hard snowballs first? Not a chance she'd go down like this.

The arms swung again, decapitating more snowmen, who each paused for a moment, then continued flinging projectiles. So, headlessness did nothing. That sucked (snow)balls. "How tired are you, exactly?" she asked the redhead wearily, hoping the other girl would say 'not very.'