She liked this whole senshi thing, this power and the idea of a homeworld all her own! It was a whole big special, shiny, thing to her which made her special and different. She may not have told anyone, nor would she, but the feeling which filled and warmed her every time she thought of it was impossible to ignore. She had taken to being a senshi quickly and went out often, powered up, in order to deal with the youma she came upon. She hadn't yet fought a Negaverse officer, not since the carnival, but she was willing and ready to fight on; or so she believed.

Was it so wrong for her to want to cross the path of that Captain again? Was it wrong to want a good fight - to put her magic to the test? Youma were, as she had found out over time, mostly dumb and just the same as meatheads she'd seen in common high schools and seen at the malls.

Brushing a curl from her hair she let her fingers linger and trail down her cheek slowly. She was again alone and patrolling, already she'd handled one youma, and the senshi of vampires was hoping for something to happen soon as she was getting bored and she didn't want to return home just yet. It was a nice evening out, as there was a breeze which helped with the heat wave blanketing the city.

Orangeish Sherbert