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The crisp night air ruffled through Perrie's bright pink hair as he strolled down the largely empty street, the effect of the magic mushrooms he'd consumed before he left his apartment just about peaking. He tugged his long neckscarf up around his neck, adjusted his cap, then shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket and smiled. Rainbow halos around the streetlamps created prismatic star effects, and his head swam pleasantly. A chuckle escaped his lips, the steam from his breath making him laugh and deliberately breathe out to make a bigger cloud in front of him.

Perrie knew it was dangerous to be out at night in Destiny City, especially alone. The news reports all warned against it -- monsters, strange people in strange uniforms doing battle with each other, innocent people found dead with no visible injuries. But he'd never personally seen any of these things himself, and he kind of doubted they were real. Besides, he had gone for walks at night in parts of the city that people tended to avoid in the daylight, let alone at night, and nothing had happened. Why should tonight be any different?

Of course, it would be more fun walking around tripping if there were others around to interact with, but it was what it was. Racing season was over for the year and most of the other jockeys had left; he didn't think they got high anyway. Oh well, to each their own.

He didn't want to think about any of that. Skipping lightly for a few steps, he hummed tunelessly to himself as he rounded a random corner. Truth be told, he had no idea where he was. He knew he'd eventually find his way to someplace he recognized, though; he always did. And he was having fun! Surely that made up for it.

It had been a pleasant patrol at first, he kept up when walking himself and would end up purring when carried. If he purred just a bit louder when it was Isolda holding him well no one could hold it against him, honest. But it took a turn for the dangerous when the trio caught the signature of the youma and what a youma it was. The Guardian Cat stared at it in disbelief but snapped out of it when Isolde spoke up. "It's a youma, it doesn't have to make sense!" Hania replied as he moved to be able to support the duo in anyway he could

If they just needed advice he was down for that, but if they needed offensive back up then he could send off a quick call for help then join in the battle. After all his claws were not just for show and his laser was very much a viable option in a pinch. He gave Isolde and Guinevere a quick look to make sure they weren't at a loss then turned his attention back to the youma.

His attention however, was caught when a young man turned the corner onto the street where the battle was about to take place. "Oh dear." He muttered then darted in the direction of the civilian.

Perrie blinked and froze in his tracks. In front of him were two girls in funny looking sailor outfits and a huge turtle-looking thing with wings that was howling into the night air. At least that's what he thought he saw in front of him. It could have been a hallucination, though he rarely got hallucinations from magic mushrooms. Mushrooms were a mellow high, he found, not like LSD. In fact, the last time he'd actually hallucinated had been the last time he'd dropped acid, months and months ago. And even then, it hadn't been anything like this.

He couldn't help himself and burst out laughing.

"Oh man, I gotta remember where I got this s**t! This is wild! Hi!!" he waved at the girl who was yelling at him. "I should what? Clear off? Naaaaaah, this is too good not to stick around for!" Stepping further out into the open, he grinned at the girls and monster and leaned against the wall of the building he had just come around. "Go ahead, carry on, I'll just watch from over here."

Then he noticed the cat running toward him. "Awww, kitty! I hope you're real!!" The pink-haired young man leaned over and cooed at the cat, holding out his hand toward it. " Here kitty kitty kitty…"

]While he was glad that Guinevere tried to talk some sense into the civilian, judging by how his response had been laughter it was safe to say it didn't work very well. As he got closer he could smell something off about the man and could see that the human's eyes seemed to be dilated. Of course that's when he realized that familiar pull of the unawakened. "Well I can safely say I am real but I also suspect that you wont believe me at this point of time." He said as he stopped by the man, keeping between him and the fight. "Seeing how you look to be rather high at the moment." His tail flicked behind him as he looked between the man and fight going on.

Part of him wanted to do his job and awaken the new Senshi, another part of him wondered if it would be too dangerous to do so. Who knows how the man would react as it is to him talking, let alone how well it would go with him giving access to his power. His eyes darted over to Isolde when she spoke up and used her attack, worry lacing through him. "We need to get you out of here however, at the very least far enough away that you wont present a viable target."

The cat spoke to him, clear as day, and Perrie's jaw nearly hit the ground. Then he burst out laughing again. "Of course you talk! Nice kitty. Hahahaha, this is seriously some wicked s**t." His brow furrowed a little with worry, not over the monster or the danger he was apparently putting himself in, but over whether or not the mushrooms he'd done earlier in the evening had been soaked in LSD prior to being sold to him. He was beginning to feel that maybe he'd been slipped something much stronger than mushrooms.

Regardless, Perrie reached out to let the cat smell his fingers. "Yeah, Mr Talking Kitty, I'm high as balls right now and don't really know if you're real or not, but I'm gonna pretend that you are," he told the cat. "You want me to come with you if I want to live?" The pink-haired young man snorted a laugh. "Yeah, sure, I'll come with you. I really don't wanna miss this fight, though, you know? Like it's not every day I hallucinate two sailor girls fighting a... uh... whatever the heck that thing is..."

He straightened and stared dumbly at the battle, his smile gone. What if the girls got hurt? What if it was because of him? Hallucinations or not, he didn't want anything bad to happen.

"Okay, kitty, I'll -- I'll go with you. Lead the way."

Hania's eyes darted back to Guinevere and Isolde, worry very clear in his eyes as they both tried to keep the youma on them and not on the compromised civilian. He was seriously wishing he could go help them fight the thing as neither of them had offensive magic but priorities must. That and they were getting better at taking youma on in hand to hand so he had to hope they could manage it quickly once the distraction was moved away.

He turned his attention back to the civilian in question as he let another peel of laughter and started to talk. The Mauvian leaned forwards to the offered hand and gave a few sniffs, half out of habit and half to see if he might pick up what the man was on. Some of the words though got a cat grin and a huff of reluctant laughter out of him as well. "Thank you, I promise that you are doing the right thing and that his isn't due to your drugs and I can prove it later if you want." He said then started to try and lead the man down the street to as safer spot. "Youma aren't always smart so you might still be able to watch from a distance with it forgetting about you at least?" The cat offered up then his hackles raised when the youma seemed to make a lunge in their direction before getting distracted by the girls.

Everything happened almost too fast for Perrie to remark on. The monster -- a youma, the cat had called it (he'd heard the term in the news, of course, but he'd never seen one) was screaming at the two girls, then it turned and saw him and his blood went cold. then the thing started coming for him and the cat, and the cat flicked his tail and this thing that looked like a weird pen appeared out of nowhere and then the cat ordered him to pick it up, and still high as hell Perrie did as he was told. A sudden urge overtook him -- he had no idea where this popped into his head from, but he stepped back from the cat and the charging youma, held the weird pen-thing above his head, and yelled the first thing that came to mind.

"PARSIFAL POWER, MAKE UP!"


And then the strangest thing happened: a shower of bright orange and fuschia sparkles rained down, enveloping the stoned young man. And when they dissipated, he had transformed. His outfit was the same eye-searing orange and purply-fuschia as the pen was, weirdly archaic in style.

What was more telling was that he felt different. No longer buzzing on mushrooms, and strangely... magical. He looked at his hands, then down as his bare feet, then his arms, clad in mismatched striped arm warmers. Reaching up, he felt the diadem on his head and the metal collar-thing around his neck. "I'm... I'm Parsifal?" he said querulously. This was new and strange and he wasn't high... and yet, it felt right.

Suddenly Perrie -- Parsifal -- remembered that he and the cat were being charged at by a big freaky-looking youma! With a grin, the newly-minted senshi ticked off three times on his fingers, holding the idea of creating a distraction in his mind. "Eeny, Meeny, Miney, MO!" With a flash of orange light, there were suddenly four Parsifals standing in the street, the same cheeky grin on their faces. Then they moved , each in a different direction, to dance around the approaching youma, whooping and yelling and poking at it to get its attention.

One of the Parsifals looked back at Hania. "Get the others! Let's pop this thing!"