Some senshi specialized their activities. Some traveled only in teams and groups. Some prefered only to gather information and question everything. A few tried strange and new things.. like trying to find cures for corruption. Others only patrolled for youma. More aggressive sorts did nothing but hunt down human opponents, feeling it best to cut things off at the source. Some hid and tried to ignore their responsibility. And then there were some who ran themselves ragged trying to fulfil those same responsibilities.

Some were children.. others adults. Some were even lost. Lost to the negaverse... or lost only to their own morals by the decisions they made. Some tried to rise above them all and try to lead the others and find solutions.

Eternal Sailor Polaris was not simply one thing. She was a 'child' that had not long ago entered the world of adulthood. A responsible patroller and information gatherer.. but one that wouldn't shy away from a real fight if the oppurtunity arose. She was striving so hard to find a team and group of friends to call her own and share her senshi life with, but as of yet she had mostly found herself alone. Atleast she'd been able to put together that contest though... her desire for community and togetherness already had her putting together ideas in her head for the future. More things to do. Perhaps above all else though Polaris was pretty high on her morals, pretty certain on the 'rightness' of her path.

It was why she would spout, without shame, exclaimations about justice and righteousness. Why she'd stand firm when people laughed or taunted her back, trying to poke holes in her words. Whether she was right or wrong in the end, she believed it whole heartedly and that was the thing that kept her strong with herself and out on the streets almost everyday.

Lately it had been hard with her time stretched between the Surrounding and Destiny City.

Tonight the youma were quiet, or someplace else apparently. She'd dusted one.. tiny.. something even a base level senshi would have been able to take out without too much trouble. But the rest of the night so far had been fairly slow. She felt no chaotic energy near enough to register.. her phone didn't even show the blip of another senshi in the area. And so she was left to simply walk the rooftops in search.

The scene she stumbled onto was innocent enough. Some teens with spray cans tagging a brick wall. Noone was being physically hurt. Noone was stealing... There was no youma or negaverse agent. Many senshi would have simply continued on, headed on their way.

Boots slapped the ground as the senshi jumped from the building to the ground below, quickly standing tall as the sound drew the attention of the pair of teens. The immediate surprise of 'oh god were caught!' was evident in their eyes, though one seemed to recover after a few seconds. It wasn't a cop, or the store owner, or even really someone that could get them in trouble really. It was either someone playing Halloween early or one of those 'terrorists' in a short skirt.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to treat other people's property with care?" Her voice errupted finally, a soft nag that was akin to a mother or a teacher, a matching look of dissaproval and dissapointment on her face.

They looked dumbfounded at first.. looking back and forth at each other before one piped up. "Are you ******** kidding me? Don't you have better things to be doing? Monsters to fight and all that?"

Her frown deepened softly as the curse and attitude touched the air, position shifting to rest one hand against a hip. "Nope. It's a senshi's job to right wrongs, no matter how small or silly it seems."

"You know how much time and energy and probably even money it's going to cost the owner of this place to clean up your mess? And why.. because you're bored? I'm sure you can find much more productive ways to waste your time. And far less destructive."

"Please just think about how the things you do affect people before doing them."

The boys looked at her skeptically.. but atleast they weren't laughing. Really they seemed still entirely confused by the situation. One however lifted his can and began to shake it again, apparently feeling the need to rebel against her nagging and show her.

Another dissapointed sigh and her hand lifted the cans ripping from the boy's hands and smashing against the brick wall with a loud clang as she spoke the magical words. "Magnetic field"

It was enough, the two boys needed no extra warning to scatter, leaving both Polaris and their 'artwork' behind. Gathering the couple of cans of spray paint, she placed them in the large alley dumpster, stopping to look at the damage they'd done before she had arrived. There wasn't anything she could do about what was already there but.. atleast it wasn't any worse. A job well done she supposed.

It might be small... next to nothing... but one ounce of karma.. one step in the right direction of goodness. If she'd made even one of the boys question something they did before doing it again well.. then that was something.