Machholz rubbed her neck as she stared at the full length mirror in the bedroom she now shared with her girlfriend, Delila. She had literally just gotten clearance from the doctors to go back to doing normal activities as long as she took it easy at first. Powering up wasn't something she'd done in several months, since she first turned into a Dark Mirror Senshi. So this was the very first time she was actually looking at herself.

Her hair had grown a bit more, and in boredom, she and Lila had hombred their hair, so the tips of hers were green, in homage to her powered side. White and green hair combined with her dark uniform actually made her seem... darker. She missed her white bodice. Black was so harsh with her pale skin and hair. Even her eyes had changed with the side swap. Her once beautifully pale blue eyes had turned gold, matching the bracers on her arms. There was more lace in this form, another layer of skirt, it seemed. She felt bare. Her collar didn't connect, and because of that she was showing a lot more cleavage than she normally did. The petite Senshi of Poison would honestly have to get used to that. Swallowing a little more, she rubbed at her chest and just tried to pull her dress up a bit more.

"Stuid thing," she mumbled to herself, adjusting, tugging fruitlessly. Letting it go, the girl huffed and smoothed her skirts out, looking at her leggings and boots. At least they stayed the same. She still seemed to be poison, too, which was good with her. Because of her sphere, she'd taken up an interest in poisons and what they do to the body. All kinds of them.

Serenity, no, she was Annabelle now, she would have to try to remember that, had gone to the library every few days to read. The librarian thought she was some kind of nut job by now, only looking at books about poisons, and no doubt was going to call the cops one of these days, and yet she went.

Right after the change in her civilian form, it took her weeks to answer to the name she'd picked out. Serenity Kinderman was no more. She was dead, or missing... something like that. In her place was Annabelle Leigh, a girl who had no job, who had a scar in three places and no cover story for how she got them. Her fingers went up to her face now, touched that scar that laid there and stroked the harsh, puckered flesh. Her white brows knit as she did and Machholz just took a deep breath. "...Well," she started talking to herself, "this is going to take some creative mind to figure out. Need to ask her about it when she gets home." Yes, Machholz talked to herself a lot, okay? Clicking her tongue once, the girl powered down and took a deep breath as she did. It was taking a lot of energy. It was like she was still weak.

She went back to her bed and laid on it, dressed in an over sized shirt and a pair of shorts that she'd worn before she decided to power up. Her eyes didn't change back. No, they stayed that beautiful gold. While she missed her pale blue eyes, she got a lot more compliments on her gold ones, so that fed her ego. It was the last thing she needed, honestly, this inflated ego, but it happened. Egos were a part of her because she was a spoiled rotten girl since birth. Lila didn't seem to mind. She turned over on her side, tucking her arm under her head and let her hair act as a blanket, draped over her in shining waves of white and green, feeling it tickle the backs of her thighs. Annabelle didn't know when she drifted off, but she did, and that warm darkness that surrounded her right now saved her from thinking about things would drive her insane, normally.

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