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So she was a soldier of the light, a warrior of justice. It was all a little hard to take in, and despite this information coming from none other then a talking cat in the wake of a battle against a shadow version of her self, it was still hard to believe. Everything was different none. The world as Habibi knew it was new gone, and in it's place was something new and strange and not at all recognizable. It was disconcerting, alarming even.

And exciting.

If she were honest with herself, which wasn't hard, she could admit to looking upon this new avenue with growing curiosity. Her life had been laid out for her, through high school, through college. Bibi was well on her way to a fruitful career in linguistics. Some highly paid translator for visiting diplomats, or the head of a training program for some out sourced business. The possibilities were endless, and the young woman had her foot in the door. And now? Now, apparently, she had another path.

"Pavo," she mused quietly, letting the name roll of her tongue. "From the Phasianidae family. Peacock." Appropriate. Painted nails ran lightly over the side of her abdomen where a feather was permanently engraved into tanned skin. Emerald and sapphire, flowing over the curve of her hip. Duel stripes of matching color framed her face on the right side. Yes, Pavo was a fitting name.

It was a constellation, or so she'd learned. It was in the southern hemisphere, and shared the sky with 3 other constellations named for birds. All of this she'd learned since becoming what she was, and none of it really did a think to prepare her.

So she stood on the edge of some unknown building with her arms wrapped loosely around her stomach and the wind sending her hair in multicolored swirls around her. Knowing what she was didn't mean she knew what she should be doing. There were more questions then there were answers, and Pavo didn't knew where, or who, to talk to.

Something nagged and niggled and pulled at the mind. Something unknown and unexpected. It was completely foreign, and unsettling enough that the young woman found herself conflicted on if she should seek it out. On the one hand, she'd been told that she was a soldier, that she was charged with the protection of the innumerable citizens that called Destiny City home. Whatever slid across her senses felt.. off. Not evil, not exactly, but there was a certain wrongness that came attached with it that was beyond words. Je ne sais quoi.

Stealing herself, the senshi left her perch and took to the pavement, following the feeling, whatever it was. Hoping that it wasn't another shade, still plagued by the feel of slender fingers closing around her neck. Her newest nightmare. The sensory imprint would haunt her.

The memory made her grimace, and she shoved it away, wrapping around her that shaky sense of purpose that had come with this new role. Celestial warrior. The very idea should have been laughable, it wasn't.

It wasn't a shadow.

Sailor Pavo paused at the end of the street she'd just turned down, not entirely sure what she was looking at. A young man, tall, draped in black with hints of red. And there, on his chest, half hidden beneath blonde bangs.. Holes? She stared at him, at the dark starbursts that marked him, unable to tear gaze away. Captivated, mesmerized, like a bird watches an approaching serpent.

It didn't not register that she had just run into an enemy, why would it? The Negaverse she'd been warned about, the great evil that threatened the earth. Soldiers in varying ranks that wielded weapons like they, the senshi, wielded magic. But that was not what she'd stumbled upon. At least she didn't think so. "What are you?" Her voice was soft but clipped. Blunt, with just the razors edge of nerves.

Inexperience radiated off her in waves.

Smiles were a boundless things. A means of communication or an indication of emotion. Even a mask with which one could hide behind. Shielded from the truth, or shielding it. Pavo regarded the smile that rested on the black clad senshi's face, and she struggled to find meaning in it. Some tell tale indicator of peace or hostility. The Hindi senshi could find none, but she had never been very skilled at reading people. A quick flick of dark eyes took in the woman on the bench as he arranged her, and full lips pressed in thoughtful lines. Cause or savior? He asked if she was sure of her question. "I'm Sure." Enemy, or intrigue.

Dark fabric moved as he approached, giving glimpses of high boots and pale flesh, and she longed for some manner of understanding as to his intentions or if she should even be afraid.

A healthy wariness ensured Pavo kept up her guard, but the blonde bowed, introducing himself with a flourish, answered her question and then some. Forthcoming with information, even eager to share his opinion. He didn't seem hostile.

He also didn't seem to have much of a charitable view of White Moon Senshi as a whole, or more specifically, the mysterious monarch they all called their queen and her supposed aim to ensnare the population as a whole.

Pavo frowned, a pretty little pout of full lips as she took it all in, and certainly, if the Senshi of Skin was to be believed, The notion was troubling. She tried to think back to when she'd been awakened, to pinpoint an instance where will had seemed limited, but nothing came to mind. Though as chaotic as that instance had been, would it be all that strange if she had missed things in the wash of magic and terror? She didn't know.

So she would stick to what she did know. His name, his role, his alignment. "Adonis of Skin, Senshi of the Negaverse." It was an unusual sphere, at least she imagined so. The newbie had met so very little of her own kind that it was hard to say what was strange or what was normal. She folded her arms, weight shifting to the right as she once again glanced down at the woman on the bench Adonis had taken to leaning against, then back up to his face. "I hear you're my enemy, or aligned with them in any case. But you're not attacking me, nor do you seem to intend to." He hadn't so much as frowned in her general direction. He had introduced himself though, and politeness dictated she return that favor. "I'm Pavo of Mirages, or so I am told."

"And what sort of something is there to be worked out?" Was there not a clear line drawn in the sand? Certainly there must be orders. Rules perhaps, that would frown upon inter-faction fraternization. Surely there must be some clear guidelines she hadn't been privy to that would explain what she should have been doing in this situation.

But information provided had been woefully lacking.

The reassurance that any attack on her person would not be coming directly from the corrupted senshi before her was enough to help chase back some of the lingering weariness she'd been holding on to. Shoulders loosened, and hands came up to lace loosely together as she watched him. The agents of the Negaverse were an, as of yet, unknown entity to the senshi of mirages. She had been proved with a basic understanding of them, and even more basic run down on the Dark Mirror Court, and what had seemed like more of a pep talk than actual orders as far as her own role in all this was concerned.

Adonis, for all his dark attire and chaotic aura, had been nothing but polite and forthcoming to her. It clashed with what little she knew, changing perceptions that had not had time to set in stone in her so short time as a senshi.

If he could provide answers for her, information, then he was an asset.

As he started to lead them away from the woman and the bench she followed, aware that it could be nothing more than a trap, but doubting that as his motivation. If he'd wanted to hurt her, he could have done it already, and made his exit by now. "They are considered terrorists by the media." This, at least, she knew. While the young woman did not watch the news often, she had heard of the costumed fighters that roamed the streets at night. Logic said she was now among their ranks, but she had not yet encountered any hostility from civilians.

Though she had not yet encountered any civilians in her night time wanders.

As the reached is intended destination she slowed to a stop, one hand reaching over the silence the soft chime of bells that hung from the other. Pavo would never be stealthy, not with the gold and glittering things that decorated her body.

The deal he offered was a simple one, easily grasped, although aside from her family she did not have many friends that would need protecting from something that was supposed to be relatively harmless. Unless... "Senshi recover more quickly, and can provide more energy, due to whatever magic lets us transform, correct?" Logic and practicality. "If I allowed this, how much energy would you take?" Now those dark eyes narrowed, ever so slightly. She did not want to wind up like the woman on the bench, lost to the world for who knew how long.

Dark fingers released the bells as the senshi crossed her arms over the henna kissed skin of her stomach. She was watching him, looking for any sign of deceit or hidden malicious agenda. It did seem it. Granted, her social skills were rather lacking. She'd never been as good at reading others, as she was at reading books.

It did sound like a deal worth having, but there was something the woman wanted more than presumed safety for her family. If he did keep his word, it would mean revealing far more about herself than was probably wise.

No, there was something else she wanted. Drawing one hand up, she lay the bend of a finger against her chin as she regarded him thoughtfully. "I know well enough not to tell you who I am outside of this magical get up, and I'm new enough to lack allies that would need protecting." A soft little smile lit upon full lips. "Instead, I propose a counter offer. One that should still prove mutually beneficial."

Gold chimed as she took a short step closer, the tips of pale slippers peeking from the hem of her skirt. "Energy, as requested, in exchange for information." He was the first senshi she had met, and had thus far shown himself to be forthcoming, despite being corrupted. What Pavo wanted was knowledge. She wanted to know about the war she'd dragged into, and her place in it.If he could shine a light on the mystery that had become her night life, then what was a little energy? It seemed such a small price to pay.

"What do you say to that?"