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Christabelle Calloway lived in the library.

While it wasn't literal, the gray haired Meadowview student did spend an exorbitant amount of time there. She volunteered for after school time and during the summer to assist the one and only Mr. Anthony Darrow, head librarian. She did it for the love of books, the love of all things literature, and to protect the library from Negaverse attacks. The one with the spear was still out there somewhere, and Christa's senses wouldn't let her let her guard down unless she was with her cousin. She had studying and other things to think about, like college. Thankfully, school was just about done and Christa didn't have to worry too much about finals. Most everything was done now.

Carrying a stack of books from the drop off box, she saw Tony wave to her, indicating he was leaving for a lunch break. Too often he was cooped up in the library and rarely left. Some of the other assistants encouraged him to go out to lunch this time and he must've taken them up on the idea. Christa gave the older man a nod and continued with her work replacing the books on the shelves. One was for classical literature, two were for tax laws and preparation, another was one of those eye-rollingly bad romance novels set in some bizarre dimension in space. She tried not to sigh about how silly some people's reading habits were and continued with her job. She was out of her Meadowview outfit now and wore a simple earth-toned sweater with matching khaki pants. Simple, but effective.

She walked past the studying tables with a much smaller load now, headed for the children's literature section on the far side of the library. Someone checked out a number of Bearnstein Bears books that needed to find their homes on the shelf again. She remembered reading these as a child.

The gray haired teen finished shelving the books in her arms and turned to a patron she'd seen a handful of times since starting her volunteer work. He was taller than she was (by quite a bit) and was dressed rather oddly, but Christa could hardly judge. She herself was often mistaken for an older woman based solely on her hair color. Turning to give the young man her full attention, her expression was placid, but she was helpful. "Yes, it seems like a lot of people use the staples all up and then leave the empty stapler. I'll get that one refilled for you. Please, follow me."

She made her way to the front desk a certain Mr. Darrow usually occupied. Part of Christa's job was to keep it well stocked with supplies ranging from pencils to Post It notes. Pulling open on of the desk drawers, Christa produced a box with staples that were ready and waiting for their home in a stapler.

The teen wore a name tag on the front of her shirt simply reading her (shortened) first name, Christa. They were all required to wear a name tag so patrons could easily identify who could help them. "Are you working on something for school? Hard to believe the end is right around the corner." she said, attempting to make some small talk. Her father often commented how glum she usually looked and how off-putting it was to other people. She'd probably never see him again, so it didn't matter if the small talk was bad.

Clink, clink, shinkclunk... when the stapler with a fresh set of metal staples. The designation on the top read "LIBRARY USE ONLY" in Mr. Darrow's distinctive handwriting over a stretch of masking tape. It spoke of the threat of death for removing something as important as a stapler from the premises, and Christa wished she could enforce the rule, magical augmentation and all. In fact, the thought made her smile inwardly, though she tried to hide it from... what was his name? Chris?

He seemed vaguely familiar in the way all library goers seemed vaguely familiar. No doubt she'd seen him somewhere but she couldn't say they went to the same school. He looked too old to go to Meadowview currently. Christa handed the young man his stapler and tilted her head at the question. Obviously he knew how to read. Points for him. "You're welcome, Chris. I go to Meadowview currently. Next school year will be my last there. What about you?"

It was an innocent enough question and the man looked apologetic. Her tone was short and terse with most people. Truth be told, she felt she had more in common with books than with people. Just as long as Chris' eyes didn't wander where she didn't want them to...

"DCU? Ah, what are you majoring in?" she asked absently. Part of her hoped it would be something she would find interesting, like language or literature or even history. Then they could really have something to talk about! Christa could have gone on for hours and hours about the subtleties in 1950's science fiction literature like it was nothing. Simply put, writing fascinated her, which was part of the reason why she opted to volunteer at the library. The other reason being that she wanted to protect Mr. Darrow as much as possible after her encounter with that damned spear-wielding Nega. She'd get hers soon enough.

Before she could say anything else, Christa was left standing by the reference desk, watching the stapler and blinking. What just happened? Brown eyes chased after the young man. That was odd. People didn't normally ask for a stapler and then leave suddenly.

Then it dawned on her. She could feel a youma presence nearby.

She couldn't be certain that the youma was the same reason Chris had left. No, that would be assuming too much. Instead, the gray haired teen quickly followed Chris while staying in the shadows of the tall and heavy bookcases and stacks near the front of the library. Those were reserved for easy returns, stacks of books for sorting and miscellaneous sales. Here, she could watch what was happening. Before she knew how to react, a giant and beastly Youma came bursting through the front doors of the library, tearing them off the hinges. Splintered wood rained down onto the newly-cleaned tile floor and Christa cursed. People were screaming and running to find shelter as soon as the impact was heard.

Christa looked around for a place to henshin, but found most everywhere was occupied. Dammit... Brown eyes locked onto Chris' form and then shifted to the youma's. It was a hulking thing with dripping claws, and the fact that it could stand on its hind legs (that were rather tiny in comparison to the rest of it) was a feat in and of itself. It rather resembled Wolverine of X-Men fame, if made out of pure darkness and hate. Wait, was there really a difference?

The teen shouted. "Chris! You have to hide!"

Were they seriously going to get into an argument about who should hide? Seriously? Christa was pinned where she was, unable to henshin due to 1) Chris seeing or 2) everyone else seeing. The number one rule of being a senshi was to keep your identity a secret, but did the Senshi Code of Honor ever mention situations like this? She didn't have time to muse about the ridiculousness of it all because the Youma seemed quite eager and quite hungry. Pitch colored drool leaked from its monstrous maw and it teetered unevenly on its hind legs, like it wasn't used to walking upright. Its arms were gargantuan - muscled and no doubt incredibly strong. It could be a distant cousin to the youma she fought with Camelot. That one was a tough cookie to crack.

The gray haired teen had had enough. It was getting too close to Chris for comfort, and against her better judgment, she darted out from her place near the take-back stack and grabbed his wrist, pulling. "C'mon, we have to go!" There was no use arguing as the youma took this offensively and started to charge, narrowly missing the duo and crashing into the reference desk. Tony would have a fit.

There was a small office off to the left side of the library, hidden behind several old shelves of newspapers and ancient reel-to-reel movies. It could possibly be their only means of escape, but even then she couldn't henshin in front of Chris. What would happen? What if he was part of the Negaverse? Christ... I hadn't thought of that. Barging through the door of the office, the teen let go of Chris' wrist and slammed the door behind them, bracing it with what little weight she had.

Dammit. Dammit...

Christa was shocked. What did he mean, open the door? To open the door meant certain death for any civilians or even inexperienced senshi. Did Chris want to get himself killed simply to be heroic? The gray haired teen wouldn't allow that. She tried to stand firm. "I'm not letting you go out there... If something happens to you, I won't be able to forgive myself. Just... maybe you can escape through the window right there?" She jerked her head in the direction of the window, but closer inspection would reveal that the window actually did not open at all.

The youma shrieked behind the closed door and there was no way it could be kept from getting in. The pounding on the door pushed Christa away with such force that she landed on her knees, her henshin pen (which she kept in a breast pocket of an undershirt she always wore) falling to the floor with a clatter.

Christa looked mortified. Diving for it, she rolled across the floor and faced the door with Chris, nervously awaiting his reaction. She clutched the pen to her chest and stared intently at the door. The teen simply had to power up now - within seconds, the youma would be inside and would devour them both if someone didn't do something. Calling out her transformation phrase, "Kallichore Moon Power, Make UP!", a bright flash of crimson and cyan light replaced Christa with Super Sailor Kallichore, who positioned herself between Chris and the door.

She sighed. "Well... that wasn't how I expected things to go..."

Kallichore turned about and noticed Chris was... not Chris anymore. What. And now he was calling himself Valhalla? Of Jupiter? Things... I swear, destiny must be at work here. Maybe I should start believing in destiny. It's practically beating down my door at this point. His garb was pleasantly-colored, furred and trimmed with elegance. If she had the time, she would have inspected his uniform more thoroughly, but more pressing matters were at hand. "Super Sailor Kallichore. Pleasure." The least she could do was to be polite, especially if he was representing Jupiter. Wasn't Camelot of Earth? And yet they had similar clothing styles?

Whatever, more pressing matters!

The youma burst through the door like it was paper, sending chunks of wood and metal spraying out in a fan. Kallichore put up her forearms to shield her face from the incoming debris and balked at the sheer size of the thing. It roared, slick teeth coated with tar and liquid hate. It snapped its jaws, not quite smart enough to realize its shoulders were too wide for the door frame and it would either have to turn sideways, or burst through. Fortunately for them, it hadn't figured out either one yet. Best to save the attack for when things really get desperate. Looking about the room, Kallichore found a nice chunk of wood, almost a one-by-two pillar, and waited for her opportunity.

"Well... here's what I have so far..." she explained, brown eyes trained on the snapping jaws of the beast. Once it roared, she saw her chance, shoving the wooden pillar in the creature's mouth. It effectively was an irritant and held the mouth open. The youma gurgled and roared, splinters sticking out of delicate black gums. She turned to Valhalla. "So... what is it you can do?"

The staggering youma was never a bad thing as any senshi could attest. With it backed away from the hole in the office door, it gave the two powered individuals time and space to move around. The civilians scattered throughout the library had mostly made a break for it out the front door while the youma was preoccupied with two powered starseeds in inconveniently not-dead bodies. The chair Valhalla so lovingly smashed onto its face left a series of thick, heavy splinters coming from its face with black blood oozing onto the nearby walls and floor. It staggered backwards and reeled from the immense surprise and pain the page had delivered. Peering through the hole in the door, Kallichore had to think, and quickly.

"That'll do for now, I think." she muttered, eyes darting every which way for another solution. "My attack can't kill it - it'll only become distracted at best, and it gives us maybe thirty seconds to a minute of relative safety if it's as dumb as I think it is..." There had to be another way around this thing. She certainly didn't have the sheer strength that Valhalla possessed and she was cursing herself for it. It was times like this when Kallichore would kill for a bazooka beam of doom and death that could just blast a hole in a youma the size of an armchair. Is that so much to ask?

The super senshi gingerly pushed open the remains of the door open to let the two of them out. Kallichore trotted out into the open, watching the youma right itself. She took a step back and prepared to launch her attack at a moment's notice. The youma stood to its full height again and started to walk towards the two. "Hmm... unless you have another idea, I say we distract it, then find something sharp..."