She had her bag in one hand, with the leftovers she'd kept from the meal she'd coerced off the kitchen staff. And by coerced, she'd gone to the bar to get them a few drinks while they were on shift.
Everything's about trade, and laughing, and making s**t work with the co-workers you're dealing with on a damn near daily basis.
The bus was late. Again. She checked the time on her phone and cussed. Far past the 2am closing time of the club, and she could see the security staff of Red Moon lingering by the doors, watching out for her as she waited for her transportation home. It'd been months since she'd been... attacked by that person, and left in a coma for two weeks.
But the guys on security had been pissed by it, and had spent weeks after she woke up apologizing to her that they'd not been near by to step in. Not that they could have done anything, she knew now. But the thought was sweet. Naive, but sweet.
So she waved to them, and texted one that she'd just walk to a nearby friend's place and not worry about going home that morning.
It was a valid excuse to get them to leave, go home themselves, while she continued down the road before zipping into an alley. Her pen was out in a flash, and mere moments later, a bagless, far less ruggedly dressed, Sailor Morgan was hitting the rooftops. Why deal with public transport when she could bee-line over the buildings?
But she'd barely made it a block before the sickening sensation of a Chaos order slithered down her spine. She stiffened, upper lip curling as she looked about. It wasn't just a Negaverse agent. It... it had the feeling of a senshi. Just... ******** up. She'd felt those before, though hadn't encountered one.
Corrupt senshi, the primer said.
There wasn't much hesitation on her part to begin trying to track it, following the feeling of the energy, bright eyes scanning the streets and buildings for the possible source. "So many insects infesting this city," she drawled to the winds.
Nuxaz
