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Turkeys, blood fish and skeletons were the last thing on Sailor Duhr's mind.

Heels clomped their way down the sidewalk like an awkward newborn foal's gait as gloved hands continued to shovel pieces of torn waffle into her mouth. She'd manage to pummel a youma into dust only hours earlier, thus calling for a celebration of victory waffles. Not to be confused with failure waffles or congratulations-on-finishing-patrol waffles, victory waffles were bagged waffles with spritzes of whipped cream inside the paper bag, allowing an extra sugary bonus with every piece she crammed down her gullet.

Messes were a thing of the past, thanks to her frilly gloves. Not so pointless, when she came up with clever ideas like this one!

The Order aura was recognizable as a higher power, but the otherwise simple smile of the otherwise simple woman turned into a frown as she noticed the strange angle in which the person in the distance was moving. Was she... was she hurt?


"Howdy over thar!" She called out to the woman as her clomping picked up speed, the blonde managing to swallow what was in her mouth before hollering out to the other. "Are ya feelin' okay? Yer not hurt, are ya?"

Duhr had managed to take a CPR class at work, but she was pretty sure that this lady wasn't in need of that kind of help.

"Ah know that feeling. Sometimes it's easy to go bitin' off more than we can chew, y'know?"

The dark haired beauty made Duhr pause as she tried to figure out where she recognized her from. The familiar face, the....oh!

Her weight shifted from one leg onto the other as she gazed up and down the Eternal senshi.

Scylla. Of the Bold Moon Court or whatever they'd called it. Dorado had told her to avoid it, but Duhr had never been much for politics anyways. The two had been fresh senshi, out and about on the streets when the Court had risen... so they'd decided to keep to themselves. Then, she'd been kicked out of school and been more focused on finding a way to keep her head above water....

The end result of the Court had created more confusion than understanding for the poor woman, but as Scylla had never expressed anything but sincerity towards Duhr...

Well, there was no sense in judging people without knowing the full story, right?

"Ah remember."

Her answer was brief, not out of curtness but because she was busy dropping her waffle bag and stooping to her knees, hands moving to to massage the muscle of the other woman's leg like it was something she'd casually do to a perfect stranger any other day. "Here, lemme help. Ah know a couple things, back from when one of my pals or Ah fell off a horse."

Fingers were forceful, yet gentle in their own, calloused way as she worked her way up, then back down the calf. "Reckon' it must've been some youma, to get ya all roughed up like this."

Eyebrows furrowed at the calm your tits comment. She wasn't exactly sure why breasts needed calming, but she also knew she was behind the times when it came to city-folk speak. Despite living in DC for years now... well, it was moments like these that reminded her at how simple life still was on the farm she'd probably never see again.

"Yeah, Horse was a good one." The shine in her blue eyes lit up with excitement at the talk of horses - how long had it been since she'd thrown herself on the back of one and galloped off into some good-natured fun and trouble? Far too long. "Didn't realize this place had a stable 'round these parts."

Scylla certainly seemed to be from rich blood, if she was totin' horses around in the big city. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Duhr couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the notion of having enough money to buy whatever her heart desired. She bet she could buy any number of pigs too, if she wanted. Maybe even a cow!

"Probably should give your body a break before this big 'ol rematch," She laughed at the thought of the torn up senshi taking on another youma. Duhr liked her spunk - she'd found herself in similar situations, so she couldn't rightly blame the other girl for wanting revenge. "Maybe grab ya a partner or two?"

Pausing, a wry smile crossed her face as she released the other girl's leg and remembered her bag. Snatching the paper, she rose to her feet and dunked one hand into the opening. "Then take 'em out for waffles, later?"

"Brown, with little bits of white here 'n there."

Smushing a fragment of waffle and cream together, she stuffed the morsel into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully as she listened to the other girl talk. It was clear that Scylla was in a great deal of pain - poor 'ol thing. Duhr understood completely as to what she was going through. Fighting all alone was more of a burden than it was worth, most nights. 'Specially when one got the tar beaten out of 'em.

Swallowing her bite, she nodded her head, blonde curls bouncing with the motion. It would do a world of good to figure out how to completely annihilate the chaotic little suckers once and for all, instead of having to repeat themselves over and over again the more and more the monsters decided to reappear around the city. Repeatedly punching the daylights out of the youma was about as useful as tits on a warthog if they didn't have an endgame plan for getting rid of 'em.

"Would be happy ta help, though Ah'm not much good as far as the figuring out part goes." Offering the opened paper bag out towards the other girl, she shrugged her shoulders. "More of a punchin' kind of gal than a thinkin' one. But if you need a puncher, well..."

She beamed. "Then Ah'm yer gal."

She paused in her chewing, giving thought to what the other girl was suggesting. It had been far too long of patrolling on her own, all the while lonely and dangerous. Duhr couldn't kid herself - there would come a day where she could be injured to the point that there was no way home and dark thoughts like that tended to keep her up more than a couple nights a week.

Having a companion - and a smart one, at that - could be a smart move for both parties. Scylla with her thinkin' and Duhr with her punchin'.

That, plus a free dinner.....

"Ah'd like that."

Crumpling up the paper bag, she wasted no time in shifting from a lacy, frilly senshi into a tousled-haired blonde in jeans and cowboy boots. Her hair was blessedly pulled back and now out of her face, though strands continued to threaten to poke out of their confines. Her shirt was flannel - probably two sizes too large for her, but the woman didn't seem to mind the fact it was practically swallowing her torso. The bag remained clutched in her fist - a dessert for afterwards, maybe?

"Lead on, boss. Ah promise not to eat your wallet clean, too!"