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Sailor Pasiphae raced down the street, certain that she had felt an energy that belonged to someone in the Negaverse not too far away. She had only waited a few moments to henshin properly before setting off towards the source... but those seconds had come at a cost.

She could barely believe the scene before her. Gone... the Negaverse agent was gone! Whoever it was had gotten away and left only drained victims behind. Her gloved hands curled into fists as she surveyed the damage, but thankfully it didn't look like anyone suffered severe physical injuries. But the question still remained... how did she even begin to help now, when she was too late to stop the attack?

Sailor Pasiphae heard someone enter the area and turned quickly to face whoever it was. The energy signature did not feel like someone from the Negaverse, but she was on edge after seeing the civilians so affected. She immediately relaxed, however, at the sight of what could only be another Senshi. The male Senshi looked... kind. His dress aside (neat and tidy as it was, which immediately caught her eye), his expression and polite question left her with the impression that he was gentle.

She eventually forced a small smile on her face to get introductions out of the way and catch him upt to speed. Well, as up to speed as she could, given her own knowledge of what was going on. She explained, "I'm Sailor Pasiphae; I felt a dark presence and came to investigate. I had to henshin first and..."

Her voice dropped, sadness causing her smile, forced as it had been, to disappear. "By the time I got here... I found everybody like this, drained of their energy. Whoever the culprit is... got away before I arrived."

It was kind of him not to blame her, but that did not mean that Pasiphae did not blame herself. Staring at the damage around her, she wondered if the people lying around her had suffered. The melting Italian ice formed a sticky, destroyed rainbow, and that matched fairly well with what had occurred, at least in the teenager's imagination. These people had just come to enjoy a summer day, maybe to enjoy a sweet treat, and that brightness had suddenly exploded into a waking nightmare.

What could she do for them now? What could she do to help these people? They had (unconsciously, even she had to admit) depended on her, and she had only let them down. Sure, she could beat a youma--with help from someone else like ********* or under the watchful eye of Chaonis--but she remembered, only too well, how she had done against the one Negaverse agent she had met.

When the male Senshi spoke, she instinctively turned to him for guidance, grateful that someone more experienced had come on scene. Surely he would know what to do, and she was eager to learn. Even more than that--she was ready to do whatever she could to aid them. Fixing her eyes directly onto the other Senshi's face, as she asked "What can we do? How can we help them?"

Pasiphae's eyebrows knit in confusion, but she took the male Senshi's muttering and mumbling as a sign that he was in deep thought, rather than nervous. Or, if she admitted to herself that he did sound nervous, she chalked it up to having to deal with a relative newbie like herself. "That's a good idea - we probably shouldn't power down, not yet, just in case whatever it was comes back... but by the time we're done checking everyone, maybe it'll be safe to power down and call?"

Or maybe it would be better if they didn't power down at all. Pasiphae recalled vividly the first warning she had been given as a Senshi by Chaonis, never to reveal her identity, or at least to be careful to who she gave it to. Maybe her current companion would feel the same and not want to trust her. Yet, she was not familiar enough with the area to know if there was a pay phone with which to call the hospital. Her brain raced as she considered their options, but she distracted herself by following "orders" and kneeling beside the victim nearest her, a young girl that couldn't be more than 10 or 11 years old. She was glad to find a pulse whenever she checked the girl's throat, but she was just as sure that the girl was unconscious. Pasiphae reported as much, rising to her feet and moving towards the male lying beside the girl, "The little girl here is alive, but not awake. I'll check this guy beside her, and then move on to that old lady over there."

Pasiphae nodded to show that she had heard her companion's acceptance of her half-plan, and she moved from the man (the girl's father, she wondered?) to the older woman beside them to check on her vital signs. So far, the injured parties seemed to be stable, not in immediate danger... she prayed that the trend would continue.

Yet, almost as soon as she approached the next civilian, she knew that something was different. The elderly woman's skin was covered in sweat, and her breathing was labored. When the Senshi checked for a pulse she found that it was racing, and she called over to the male Senshi in a rush, "We need to get her to a doctor quickly!"

Pasiphae nodded, looking up briefly to show the other Senshi that she had heard his orders. He wasn't the only one feeling anxious. She didn't know what to do, really; she had never studied first aid of any kind. She bit her lip, trying to keep this nervousness out of her voice as she responded, "Please... be quick."

She turned back to the victim before her now, keeping her gloved fingers pressed to her throat to moniter her pulse. "You're going to be okay, ma'am... we're going to help you." She didn't know why she said it. The old woman was, as best she knew, unconcious and incapable of hearing anything she had to say. It made Pasiphae feel better, however, even if she only spoke the words for herself. She averted her eyes from the direction her fellow Senshi had run in, not wanting to risk compromising his hidden identity as he called for help. This had the added bonus of allowing her to peer aroudn the area, just to make sure whoever caused this damage didn't return.

The teenaged girl tensed as a strange boy approached the scene, but as soon as she spoke about calling for help and powering down, she relaxed. It was only the male Senshi she had been working with sans his powers.

Sailor Pasiphae hesitated only a moment when he suggested that she return to her civilian look, mindful about what Chaonis had told her when she was first beginning as a Senshi. You had to be careful who you revealed your true identity to; she had taken this advice, as she took all his advice, very seriously and never broken out of her power form, not even for Kallichore or Europa, her fellow Jovian Senshi. This time, however... there were extenuating circumstances, and if she couldn't trust a fellow Senshi... then who could she trust?

She rose from her spot beside the elderly woman, her voice soft as she spoke to her companion, "Sure. I'll be right back... we'll just have to watch her in the meantime and hope for the best."

With that, she ran off to find a place to change. Sailor Pasiphae had done all she could... time for Penelope Seneca to take a swing at it.

Penelope was more awkward now that she no longer had her glamour to hide behind, but her small smile was friendly as she returned her companion's wave. She was still highly concerned for the elderly woman that they were watching, but she knew that they had done all they could do. Now... they just had to wait. Which meant that it was as good a time as any to get in their introductions.

She knelt beside Simon, seemingly unconcerned about her pressed pants as she replied softly, "Before... that was Sailor Pasiphae, Senshi of Shame. I'm Penelope." That was all she managed to say before the blaring of sirens indicated that the professionals had arrived to save the day. She was perhaps as relieved as Simon, and she nodded when he indicated that he needed to go. "You go ahead--I'm going to stay behind to make sure that everyone gets help. And... um... if you ever need Pasiphae... you can call too."