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Syrma had relatively little idea that she was a subject of controversy among the fighters for Order. Not... her specifically technically... though she would be the first to inform onlookers that she was kind of a big deal.

She was, after all, a SUPERHERO now, For fluffs sake... but she didn't know how big a fuss it was for some people that Chibi's existed as senshi, that even the small margin of a year made a difference in whether or not people thought you should be in the Fight...

Or even that it made such a giant difference in whether or not your light could be dimmed by chaos.

She did know she was there to fight Youma, to possibly find some mysterious 'Moon Queen' (Your princess is in another castle? No idea on that front...) and that Cats with stars on their heads were not just coincidentally cute youtube material, but were probably Guardian cats and were, on related note, smarter and considerably more magical than normal cats.

They were still sort of creatures of mystery though, and she had... well... plenty of questions for the first one she might come across since her awakening.... which was why, when she was supposed to be at the Library studying, Jonquil Fisher was instead powered up as Syrma, Senshi of Wolves and on the hunt for a cat.

In the yard of 13 year old Jonquil Fisher, there weren't too many toys left, save the now much abused swingset that had gone in years ago, though it was no longer much used, but in the yard she'd stumbled across in her hunt, perched on the fence and hoping no one called the cops, there were still a few, even a sandbox, which made her a bit nostalgic.

It also made her laugh pretty inappropriately when she saw a cat scramble into view. It was only a minute later when she saw the star that she realized she'd actually found what she was looking for. Oh and the odd head set didn't hurt either, though she'd wondered if maybe said cat had been wearing it as a result of some of the children nearby.

"Hey! Cat!" she called in a not quite whisper. "Hey!"

"I. Am Not. adorable" Was not a typical introduction, but Syrma was maybe not the Chibi Ash had been expecting based on the energy signature. The lean thirteen year old tensed, shifting muscles that were made powerful from dancing, and had a fire in her eyes brightened by the first throws of teenaged self discovery and rebellion. "I'm SYRMA! Senshi of Wolves!" She carefully omitted the "chibi" part. "I'm a fierce warrior for the moon queen! I don't do adorable!" She insisted, stubbornly.

The whole 'stubborn, fierce warrior' thing probably would have been more convincing if she'd been a bit more grown, not an lanky, awkward girl whose body hadn't quite figured out yet if it were finished with changing things around on the end path to an adult body... and if she hadn't been wearing paw shaped boots (Syrma adored them), and a Hood with ears. ((....shutup-she-liked-that-too-but-shutup.))

Still, the young, new senshi was sticking to her guns.

Well, that was a bit disappointing, she hadn't realized that the cats came as noobs, but she guessed maybe she should have figured they did. This one was... super cuddly anyway. She wasn't sure if that was normal either, having only met one previously.

"I dunno, little grey guy, blue forehead stare, Liryn I guess." She huffed, giving the cat a reluctant an ginger pat. She wasn't a pet owner, thanks to many occasions of her and her mother disagreeing on what was an acceptable pet. Snakes were apparently on the "Over mom's dead body" list. Ditto spiders. Even the ones from the yard. Even in a jar. Even if the jar had a lid.

"I'm the Senshi of Wolves, not Senshi of weeboos." She noted, irritably. She still wasn't sure she liked, or fully understood the 'chibi' title. Apparently something to do with not being awakened at fourteen instead of thirteen. Stupid picky universe. It was like being eighteen where you could vote but not drink, only you couldn't do either of those things, but you could become a super hero and battle evil.

...Weird.

"What the fribbidy is all this "CHIBI" honkaboo about anyway? A year makes that big a deal? What happens when I do turn fourteen? Do you know?"

Syrma heaved a sigh at the question, deciding that perhaps she should surrender hope on questions deeper than 'What does cat food taste like to a cat'.

"A Weeboo is an insult, it means someone who's... like.... superdooper obsessed with Japanese stuff, or anyway stuff they think is Japanese like. They get hung up on how Katana's are the best ever they think everyone there wears Kimonos and stuff ALL THE TIME and that everything is Cherry blossoms and manga and tea and bowing and stuff. They get so caught up in liking the idea of the place that they don't actually have any respect for it as a real place with real people. Oh and they say things like "chibi" and "Kawaii" and "Sempai" and "Chan" all over the place and usually out of context."

"You see what I mean?" She offered, propping her chin on her hand and frowning slightly. She was, herself, a little hung up on Ash's insistence that she was "In training." It wasn't like she had a coach following her around telling her to climb ropes or something. She was a Senshi.

"Here's one for you. If I'm supposed to be In Training" She added air quotes to the blistering sarcasm with which she spoke those two words before she continued. "Who's supposedly training me? The only other girl I've met is around my age. There's no one bopping around with an stupid whistle and ugly shorts telling me to play Dodge Youma or run laps around the city. Wha gives anyone the right to tell me I'm 'training' if no one is training me? What makes me any different than someone who got awakened a year older? I don't get it. This is so... It's so arbitrary. Who decides this stuff? I think we should get to talk to them."

"Hmph" Syrma sounded unimpressed and looked like she had possibly tuned out somewhere after "Well...", though it wasn't clear when, only that she was standing up on the edge of the fence and trying to keep her balance while doing something that looked a bit like ballet warmup.

"I dunno if I used to be someone else or not." She snorted, wobbling a bit on one leg as she lifted the other, with her arms held out for balance. "I don't care either. I'm me now." And frankly that felt like more than enough to worry about. She was already trying to figure out who she was now, without adding on who she might have used to have been.... or... some variant on that which didn't sound grammatically weird.

"If there's no 'old' system, then who gives a cr.....acker?" She demanded. "Old things change all the time, and people try and make better ones."If someone thinks I need training, they can come try and keep up with me. I'll make their head spin."

"I'm not wearing jeans with my Fuku. I'd say that makes me pretty dang fully Senshi." Syrma challenged right back. "Clearly someone did, and at the point where you're just blindly trucking along going "Well this is the way things have always been so we're just gonna do that thing..." that's the point when things have to change, because that's usually when they've reached the point when they're most broken." She put her other foot down and pointed at the cat in challenge adding.

"You and your fluffy friends tell me your 'just the way it is' system, and I'll tell you the parts I think are worth keeping." She announced, stubborn and proud. "I don't have to hack anything, I just have to figure out what works now, which has nothing to do with what used to work back in the day. Used to be too girls just shut up and did needle work, because that's just the way it was."

She folded her arms and added. "So tuck that behind your ear. And then you can tell me if my mom was reincarnated, and what she used to be. I mean everyone is huh? I dunno. I mean pft, next you're gonna tell me I was Cleopatra or somethin."

She snorted again and added. "Nah I was just looking to get some questions answered. So... I guess that's that. I've gotta get back, I've got an essay to finish. I dug up the resources last night, but mom thinks I'm at the library. Woo. Hot boogie darn and whatever." She sighed, impatiently. Mundanity summoned, but if mundanity didn't get done, she'd be grounded from dance class and any chance at getting out for anything else would be a real headache.

"Hark forth and um... I don't know... say hi to reincarnated Anthony for me or whatever."

...Clearly the whole 'reincarnation' thing just wasn't sticking.

Ash's pleasantries were granted the dubious honor of an actual eyeroll as the young Senshi started to pick her way back along the fence, since the gray haired girl was pretty sure that the cat had missed the entire point in her bizzare faith in the idea that Senshi used to be... Cleopatra or... someone else people who thought they were reincarnated always thought they were.

"Sure, cat." She noted, vaguely. Which didn't exactly sound like a commitment, but it was at least an acknowledgement of existence.