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He smelled the youma before he saw it. That should have been his warning to leave this to someone else - but curiosity got the better of him. There was an Order-aligned energy signature nearby, and Babylon couldn't say no to such a glaring invitation to party. He took the rooftops at a jog, dropped gracelessly down the fire-escape, and landed next to a fleeing red-haired senshi. "Sorry to butt in," the knight said. "Hope there's room for one more-"

This was, of course, before he turned and saw the rabid porta-potty. Babylon's expression went from smug to horrified in a matter of seconds. Spinning on his heels, Babylon took off after the redhead. "Actually, running's good too-"

Because there was no way his lantern was going to be any good against that thing, and he wasn't keen on getting raw sewage all over his pretty new cape. Who knew if the subspace uniform elves could do dry cleaning? It didn't bear pondering. "What do you say we let this be someone else's problem?" he asked her.

Except, when you were a knight, you couldn't let it be someone else's problem. You were Someone Else, the mythical stronger party tasked with cleaning up anything that scared off the weaker warriors of justice. Groaning, Babylon wheeled around to face the beast. "Okay," he said, hefting his lantern. "You want a fight? You've got a fight."

A looming youma, a stupid situation, an impossible target? This actually, for once, sounded like exactly the job for Babylon. "You still got any juice left?" he asked, taking momentary shelter behind a parked car. He peered over the hood at the youma, confirming what the senshi had already told him. "Because, uh, accuracy's kinda my thing."

"Babylon knight of Mercury, the one who lights the way," he introduced himself, diving and rolling to avoid a stream of projectile-vomited sewage. Babylon bit back the urge to retch and stumbled to his feet, holding the lantern steady to illuminate the senshi.

"If you've got a good shot, you should take it now," he called to her. "If you step out of the light this is useless. I'll try to keep up, but-"

He lunged towards the senshi, barely avoiding another burst of sewage. "I mean it," begged Babylon, adjusting his lantern. "Just fire already."

"................are you high or somethin'?"

That was sadly a very predictable response from Sailor Iris.

"...Or... or... did ya just take th'biggest sh*t ever?" One could hear the snickers that were starting to come from the eternal senshi via the phone. "I mean... I don't mind helpin' out... but... that sounds like a personal issue..." More snickering.

Iris’s response was indeed predictable, though Pomona couldn’t even spare an eyeroll for it. No, funny as demon toilets sounded, they were something she’d be grateful to never encounter again.

“ I wish I was high,” She said as she made to join Babylon. “ Instead I’m joining my new friend up a fire escape to get out of attack range.”

Pomona clambered up the ladders, going up one floor, then two. That was probably high enough to escape the projectile sewage, but she could still smell the youma. It didn't help that they were directly under the fire escape now and growling, like dogs that had run a cat up a tree.

“ I’ll get you more peppers.” She said in what she hoped was a wheedling tone.

Conversation over and backup successfully recruited, Pomona waved her phone away and took up a position by Babylon’s side, chucking a small rock at the house toilet she had dubbed “Little John,” managing to get only to disturb some of the water in it’s bowl/mouth with her unintentional slam-dunk.

“ This is absurd.” She muttered, before glancing at her companion of the moment for confirmation.“ This is absurd, right? A serious glitch in The Matrix? I mean, just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder…”

Sighing, she leaned over the rail a bit and stared down their hygienically-challenged guards. Little John gurgled angrily and let out a stream of water that fell a couple feet short of Babylon and Pomona’s perch. Pomona, in fit of gallows humor, spat a generous wad of spit at Little John and then blew both youma-toilets a raspberry before turning her attention back to Babylon.

“ So, this is fun. I invited Sailor Iris to join our party; the more the merrier, right? Except, well, have you ever met Iris?” God, she hoped this wasn’t going to be the guy’s first time meeting Iris. There was entirely too much absurdity going around and not nearly enough, say, alcohol. Well, alcohol for him; Pomona actually kinda wanted popcorn if this was going to be his first time. “ Hope you have, or this night’s about to get even more memorable.”

Then as an afterthought,“ I’m Sailor Pomona by the way; Senshi of Peppers, because hey, why not.”

Normally Iris wouldn't have opted for the rooftops as her route to a battle. However, the streets stunk like sh*t! Which made sense considering the warning that the senshi received from the redhead via the phone.

Once she was able to notice that familiar head of red hair towards the edge of a building, the blonde bounded over on the building to the other side. She stopped at the edge of the building and announced herself with a huge laugh.

"SH*T, and I thought I had seen everythin' there was t'see! So which one of ya pissed them off by taking an epic dump in it?!" With a big wide grin and a loud chuckle, she balled up her hand in a fist.

Rather than wait for the others to give her a satisfactory response, she then started to shout at the bizarre youma.

"HEY, F*CKERS! Why bother with th'small fries when ya can have a go at me?!" If it weren't for her own issues with heights, she might have tried to make a cool entrance by sliding down the edges of the fire escape to the side of her own building. Instead, she merely whipped her balled up fist to her side, summoning up a rather brightly colored rainbow. Hopefully all of the energy she was giving off would help sway these preposterous porter-potties!

"Who are you calling Small Fry?" Babylon yelled to the blonde senshi. She might have had some kind of a point, seeing as he was 5'7" in socks, but he had his cape because he'd earned it! Still, he couldn't complain, because the senshi had done a pretty good job distracting the youma - but if she actually vanquished it, then Babylon would be seriously impressed, because he doubted his lantern would do any good at all against it - spiky or not!

"You've got good timing, Sailor Gay Pride!" he yelled up to the rainbow-holding girl, leaping towards the next ladder and barely catching hold of the bottom rung. Summoning all of his remaining strength, Babylon hauled himself up by the arms. "You gonna do something fancy with the glowing rhythmic gymnastics ribbon? Say, for example, blow these crappers sky-high?"

He was grateful, really, he was, even if he had a funny way of showing it. Babylon's feet finally found purchase on the ladder's bottom rung and he began to climb faster. Meanwhile, one of the porta-johns opened fire on him with a stream of high-pressure sewage, and he really had no control over the fact that his cape (his poor, poor cape!) took the brunt of the impact.

Babylon kept climbing and prayed for magical subspace dry cleaning elves. "I APPRECIATE THE LIGHT SHOW BUT TONIGHT WOULD BE NICE," he yelled up to Sailor Iris. Because, his cape. If it didn't come back good as new and smelling like roses he was literally going to cry.