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Sailor Aster was being a terrible, horrible Senshi. She was powered up, supposed to be dedicated that time of the evening to doing her patrol work, but instead was sitting on a trash bin in an alleyway, smoking marijuana from a pipe she had brought along with her. It wasn't really necessary for her to be in this disguise just to get high, but she figured under this disguise, if a cop spotted her she'd be able to get away with more ease and wouldn't be identified.

She exhaled, puffing smoke out into the narrow alley. She was deep in thought, imagining a world where there was no war, no Senshi, no Negaverse; simply peace. As she idled by on this train of thought, her imagination carried her to a more wild world where the was not only just peace, but everybody was able to fly and the entire world was a musical. It was a happy place.

Unfortunately for the Senshi of Sunflowers, she was so caught up in her imagination that she paid little attention to her actual surroundings as a beastly feral youma preyed closer towards her. It leapt forth, tackling the Sesnhi to the ground. The pipe shattered as it fell, the smoldering leaves dumped onto the filthy wet pavement.

"NO!" she screamed, mourning the loss of her paraphernalia as the feral youma drooled onto her face, its clawed paws pinning her shoulders down. Her priorities weren't in order, as per usual. She kicked and squirmed under the beast, trying to fight it off. "SOMEONE, HELP!"

As the acidic ball splashed against the youma's shoulder, Aster squinted her eyes and turned her face away, not wanting it to splash onto her. The drops of acid dripped around her body, one small drop splashing against a petal on her sunflower decor of her bow, burning it away. The other Senshi's tactic worked, however, and the youma leapt off of the female and started to charge towards the male.

Aster, now free from the creature's clutches, rolled onto her stomach and spread one arm outward in quick desperation. "Sunflower Turret!" she cried as a small sunflower emerged from the ground before her and began to shoot sunflower seeds at a rapid rate at the youma. It wouldn't be enough to dust the creature, but between the two Senshi attacks it would be closer to defeat.

Sailor Aster quickly picked herself off the pavement and grabbed the lid of the trashcan she had been sitting on moments earlier. She was not quite used to the idea of 'dusting' youma quite yet, they still seemed like creatures to her - and all creatures of nature deserved nothing less than love and affection.

Except this one. This feral youma was growling, hissing and charging at the two Senshi with nothing but pure rage in its eyes and evil flowing through its veins. To destroy it would be wrong but to ---

---- Sailor Aster slammed the rim of the trash lid into the youma's neck. Its head popped off its body under the weight of the force of the strike as the entire creature burst into dust. The dust exploded all over, covering Aster in the former fibers of its being as she stood frozen and mortified at her actions. She had no choice, had she waited one more moment she would have been dead - but that didn't ease the great feeling of guilt.

"I...I killed something," she blabbered through her deep breaths.

"How can they be dead?" she questioned. "It was living. I felt it breathe on me, drool on me, hunger for me. That thing - that youma - whatever you want to call it - was living. And I killed it, turned into nothing more than dust. I don't see how I can just excuse that."

She combed her fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp in nervous frustration. She knew that what she had done was what was expected of her. It was her duty, her job. But that didn't make it right, did it? Besides, she was never one do her job anyways, so the idea of accomplishment was equally unsettling for her.

She never heard that explanation of the youma, but it seemed to make sense with all the other lore she had heard about the Negaverse. With that knowledge in mind, she was a bit more comforted with the act she was forced to commit.

"Yeah, I was," she started. She wasn't sure if she was about to get a lecture or an offer be smoked out. Either way, years of experience with both had prepared her. "What of it? Did you want some cause its all over the floor now, and that was the last of the supply I had on me."

"Blah, blah, blah," she groaned as she used her pointer finger to draw the shape of a square in the air. The implication of this gesture, of course, being that the other Senshi was a square. "Don't knock it till you've tried it. And get off your damn high horse. Thanks for saving my a**, but really, I don't need to hear your ******** lectures, man."

"Whatever," she said with an exaggerated eye roll for extra measure. It wasn't the first time she was lectured for being stoned, whether it was being high in school, high at work, high when meeting the mayor...she had heard it all before, but she didn't really care. Sure, her actions had consequences and she was willing to accept them, but she wasn't fond of her peers lecturing her. "You're not some King of the ******** Senshi, so I don't really have to give two shits what you say, so get that stick out of your a**. I'm not going to get myself killed."

Aster supposed the boy had a point. No, not that getting high while powered up was bad - she didn't care about his opinion in that matter. But in terms of protecting herself, she wouldn't have made it alive without Arachne. She mulled that thought over and shrugged. What was the worst that could happen?

"Heading out then?" she called as the boy hopped onto the fire escape. "It's cool. Thanks for the help! Peace out!"

With that the brunette Senshi skipped off merrily, eager to get home and pack a new pipe to smoke in memoriam of the one she had lost.