[B] A Symphony of Petals and Metals Chalcanthite V Lacrimosa

[White Trickster Rabbit]

Though she'd patrolled almost constantly since the attack on the Negaspace, she had made sure to avoid facing down any more Agents. She had quite a bit of thinking and facing down to do in regards to the unfortunate death of the Agent she'd fought, actually had spent a bit of time not dealing with it afterwords.

Finally getting a job had helped considerably.

With a day off of work, Lacrimosa had taken the time to run a patrol, this time going through the city as the park hadn't held much for her tonight. And so far it seemed she might actually avoid the occasional youma or Negaverse Agent. Score one for her!

And then she was throwing herself against the nearest wall as something hit the dumpster she'd been just about to run in front of. When it seemed to be the only attack, for the moment, she found an arrow not but inches from where she had been about to be.

Her eyes narrowed and instantly she was on guard, grabbing the arrow and standing straight.

"I think you dropped something!" she called out, holding the arrow as a possible usable weapon. Her attack wouldn't do much, purely only a distraction, so she had to use it at the right time.

Sara Draconia

 

[White Trickster Rabbit]

Dropped, missed the target... All the same thing in the end. Sort of. Never mind it had been a lame attempt at a joke in the face of danger, either her timing was off or he didn't have the same sense of humor.

"Must have been a big raccoon," she mused, keeping herself on guard though she tried to seem relaxed. "But they don't usually go after people, they mostly scavenge..."

She wasn't really buying the story though she did want to give him the benefit of the doubt. Not all of them were bad, they couldn't be. And she wanted to believe that maybe he wasn't too.

"I suppose you'll want your arrow back," a hesitant step towards him. Didn't want to fight, would prefer not to fight, but would if she had to.

Sara Draconia

 

[White Trickster Rabbit]

There was a curious blink as the arrow simply vanished, the senshi looking at her empty, gloved hand in intrigue. Now how, she found herself wondering, was it he did that? A painful reminder she knew nothing about the Negaverse or it's agents aside from the fact they wanted the likes of her dead.

And she'd been the cause of death of one. Somewhat.

"A little of both?" An honest answer. Though she frowned and glanced down at her fuku. "What's wrong with my attire?"

A little flowy, sure, and the sleeves could be a pain but it wasn't like she really fought. Though she could now, if she needed to. A hesitant look to the agent before her, suddenly a bit on edge.

Was she going to need to?

Sara Draconia

 

[White Trickster Rabbit]

"That is a very good question," she replied, giving him her full attention once more. "We both seem to be at an impasse... but neither of us seem to want to let the other go."

Maybe she should roll up her sleeves just in case? She had yet to and was in no rush to do so.

"As a Sailor Soldier, though, I suppose I shouldn't just let you leave. You are on the side of darkness. It's my goal, at the very least, to try and change that."

Sara Draconia

 

[White Trickster Rabbit]

Fighting was not a thing she cared for, even now, and her chest was filled with the sudden urge to run instead of fight if she could help it. He didn't even seem to be entirely up for a fight, if the lack of arrows was anything to go by.

It was smart that he put distance between them, not knowing what she could do. But really she was powerless as far as magical ability. If nothing else, she could use it as cover to either get closer or get away...

"Sakura Rain!" Cupping her hands before her, as she moved to charge him, cherry blossoms suddenly filled her gloved hands and she blew at the small pile. The flowers flew off in his direction, petals separating from the full blossom and raining down around him.

Sara Draconia

Sakura Rain

Cupping her hands, Lacrimosa creates a handful of small, [somei yoshin] pure white, cherry blossoms, then raises them to her lips. Blowing against them, the flowers fly off towards the opponent, fluttering and dividing into a rain of separate petals, slowly tinging pink along the way. The sweet, delicate scent of cherry blossoms accompanies them to their target as they collide in a soft flurry of harmless "snow" and serves as a distraction as well as slowing the foe down. Quick as the petals make contact, they wither away and are gone, the scent with them.

Pros: Impedes the enemy's movement and distracts with a flurry of tiny pink petals swirling around them. The pleasant scent may or may not distract them as sakura blossom fragrance is delicate and highly enjoyable, if one only pays attention to it. The petals are easily flammable and can be prevented by fire from even reaching their target in the first place.
Cons: Lasts only a few seconds, is easily dodged. Can be burned or knocked off. The transition from white flower into pink is a small drain of her own energy, however minute. It depends on the closeness of the enemy on how much the drain is. The darker the pink, only able to reach a light "pepto-bismol" shade leaves her vulnerable for a couple minutes herself as her energy rebuilds from the assault.

 

[White Trickster Rabbit]

She'd taken the chance to move out of the way once the petals had started to flurry around him, hoping to put herself into a position where she wouldn't be such an easy target. However it seemed the petals had started to whither away quicker then she had hoped for and there was a small cry when the arrow he'd apparently let loose connected with her calf.

What she wouldn't have given for an attack that actually did something.

"We, unfortunately, don't get to pick our weapons," she replied as she threw herself beside a dumpster, trying to ignore the stinging of the wound. "Besides you really should be stopping to smell the roses~ It's good for the soul I hear."

Sara Draconia

 

[White Trickster Rabbit]

"Of course everything has a soul," she replied automatically, rather indignantly at that. The closest she'd come, in a long time, to losing her temper. It didn't help that the wound on her leg stung rather badly.

She should really try to get away and get it taken care of at home.

Or... maybe she didn't have to try to get away? Despite her comment there had been nothing in reply from him and she was certain he would have said something in response. Frowning a bit, Lacrimosa moved to peer around her hiding spot and when not even an arrow whizzed past her face, the pink clad senshi let out a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding and let herself sit a moment.

"That could have gone a lot worse," she murmured to herself before making her way to a standing position. With a brief glance back to where the other had been, she left for home.

Sara Draconia

and fin!