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The Eternal Senshi of Vengeance had not been seen much in the streets or rooftops of Destiny City. Once she had patrolled diligently enough to be a familiar face to many of the up and rising youngsters that she counted herself amongst, and now? She had spent too much time being angry, bitter and unsocial, uncertain as to how to fit back into things, if she even could. Now she had other things that drove her forward...

She had powered up that evening because she had missed the bus that would have taken her from the part of town where she had gotten a job back to her flat and it was faster to leap from rooftop to rooftop than it was to wait at the stop, probably safer too, given what she had been wearing as a civilian. Cordelia had set her headphones down on the ground as she had transformed, picking them up and putting them back on afterwards, leaving one bud out so she could still hear anything that might require her attention while in this form. Climbing up the fire escape she paused to stretch before taking a running leap from one roof to the next.

Not paying full attention to her surroundings was one of her many shortcomings as a sailor scout. Corvus was blissfully oblivious to the presence of another powered individual approacing until Chariklo was nearly atop her.

Skidding to a halt she pulled her buds out of her ears, tucking the cords down into her bodice before trying to find the source of the sudden surge she felt. Titties were indeed pockets during extreme circumstances...

Her eyes narrowed with extreme distrust groomed by years of being a Sailor Scout during some of the most difficult times that Destiny City had seen. It was sad, really, that when it all boiled down she had such mixed feelings about meeting others who played for the same side as she did. She couldn't let them get close enough to become friends because friends meant pain and failure... But she knew first hand how dangerous it was to work alone.

"Eternal Sailor Corvus." She would go with formality, offering her hand in return if only because she knew that if the other was going to attack her, for whatever reason, her own abilities would only trigger if she was hurt first.

"... What do you mean you're still getting used to 'being one of you lot'. You're an eternal senshi. Haven't you been doing this for a while? Or are the cats desperate enough that they're powering people up without training them right again?"

"Vengeance." Her tone was flat and her eyes remained narrow. Corvus had never heard of a Senshi of Ravens and it was likely for the best. It might have tempted her to get a glimpse of them and the last thing she needed was one more person on the dark side to feel some sort of a connection with.

"When I was first awakened there were a number of scouts running around that didn't know a damn thing about the power they were given to wield. Wake them up and send them running off to face their doom and it's all good as long as they don't expose themselves and wind up corrupted. It was a mess. I'm certain it hasn't gotten any better..."

Not that she had done anything to help with that...

"Possibly, but at least we would be educated about the doom we were running off to. Not that I've seen a whole lot of doom as of late." Things had either changed considerably, again, or she simply didn't know where to go looking for 'doom' anymore.

"If you would like to scan me with your phone you may. It doesn't hurt to have allies in a pinch... You'll forgive me if I'm not as open to giving you my civilian information, I hope. Slumber parties and pillow fights are considerably more fun than youma and the dark side of the force, but I've been burned more than once by letting work get too close."

She didn't disagree that White Moon meetings were a 'hot ******** mess'. That was something she could get behind and fully support. They were never properly organized and, more often than not, condescending.

She felt her own phone buzz that a contact had been updated to it, ignoring it for the moment in favor of answering the other young woman's questions. "The best advice I have is to find someone you work well with and stick together, although that's not necessarily the advice that I've been practicing lately. What they told us, back at the first meeting, was that alone we're vulnerable; easier to pick off and take down. We were meant to work together..."

She snorted softly, crossing her arms over her chest as she shook her head. "Sometimes I think they're just as full of s**t now as I did back then, and that was five... Six years ago?" That snort turned into a soft laugh that brought the traces of a devilish smile. "... I'm sure most scouts would rather play Pretty Pretty Princess than Dream Date."

"They don't get the picture because there's more to it than just that. Anyone can team up against a common enemy. Anyone can work together. It doesn't become more than that unless you have a common goal, though, and that's what our enemy has that we don't. They have a goal. Us?" She snorted, shaking her head.

"If we had one when I was awakened I couldn't tell you what it's become now..." A puff of air was blown up and Corvus shook her head once more. "I'm all for taking them apart, but I have my own personal code when it comes to that. I don't kill. Won't. Life is too precious to be wasted unless absolutely necessary. There can be redemption..." If she could redeem herself there had to be a way to redeem those they fought against still.

"If that's something you're alright with, I'm in."