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Acubens had just started her hunt when a very weak verynew power signature registered on her radar. She’d never felt someone so very green before. God, this senshi couldn’t have been more than a few hours old! It wasn’t like her search for Bischofite was going anywhere at the moment. The captain was like smoke, constantly slipping through her fingers. Yeah, sure, someone might have heard something about a nega who wielded circular knives and wore crow’s feathers but… nothing solid. She could afford to look into this new senshi.

And so she did. With great joy, actually. If a senshi was going to see a new powered face for the first time as a senshi themselves, Acubens wanted it to be a friendly one. Being a senshi sucked as it was, you didn’t need to hate it AND have no allies.

As the sun sunk behind the trees in the park, Acubens settled into herself. Not only was she no longer hunting Bischofite, but she was also on her normal route. And now just as a powered senshi. The park was also the main stretch of her jogging circuit as a civilian. Yes, she knew this area well, and so it took little time to seek out and meet with the other senshi.

She knocked on the tree, which was her way so as not to startle others as she approached.

“Beautiful evening, isn’t it?”

Acubens laughed through the poor boy’s shocked response to her sudden appearance. She stood, waiting for him to finish before she spoke.

“Itchy feeling,” she repeated, arms crossing behind her back, digging one of her heels into the dirt. “I’ve never heard it described that way before but… I kind of like the way it works.” It was true. The signature registered as more of an itch than anything else, didn’t they? She stopped laughing, however, as she realized he offered to have sex with her. Did he? I mean, he sort of did, right? No, he didn’t. But he did. Acubens’ face fell, her face flushing with the concept. Her mouth gaped for a long moment before she finally gathered herself, face purple with embarrassment, muttering nonsense.

Finally, she grasped at a change of subject.

“Yes! Yes. I’m... I’ve been doing this for a while. A couple of years at least.” She sighed, forcing the color from her cheeks, resisting the urge to fan herself in a horribly feminine fashion. “It get’s less weird, I swear. Scout’s honor.” Acubens laughed at her own joke inwardly.