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Logos’ patrol grounds were the shadows, keeping eyes wide and ears on alert. She knew very well that she only ranked as a trainee, a newbie in the grand scheme of things. The Court was kind to her, like a family wrapped in tattered cloth, loosely-knit but cohesive in purpose - stay alive. Logos had learned through training and experience that the Dark Mirrors were small in number and upsetting the wrong faction could be disastrous. The way she figured it, let the White Moon and Negaverse claw at each other until the world ended. As long as her Court survived, really, that’s all that mattered.

Dabbling in civilian lives while out on patrol was unheard of for her - usually she stayed put or allowed whatever altercation was happening to simply be. It was of no concern to her.

Tonight was different.

Tonight, she’d been following two young white men who wore the body language of up to no good. Hiding in the shadows of taller buildings and parked cars, tailing them was easy. The two wore hoodies with pockets in the front, perfect for hidden knives. Robbery seemed to be on the minds as the two were specific about checking doors to buildings in the alley through which they lurked.

On the opposite end of the alley, on a sidewalk mostly devoid of people, was a young woman. Her curled pink hair swayed with her movements and perhaps these two thugs thought her an easy target. Before brandishing the knife openly, one accosted the young lady as she came into view.

“Heeeyyyy so… I was lookin’ for this bar? Have you seen it?”

Meanwhile, Logos’ hackles were up. The Dark Mirror dressed in flamboyant colors (which she detested - it ruined stealth), crept from the rooftop of the hardware store on which she stood and made her way slowly up behind the two thugs.

Their drunken state and focus on the young woman with pink hair made the approach easier. Perhaps the liability of a colorful outfit would simply be turned into a consideration that Logos would need to be mindful of in the future. One couldn't simply remove that part of one's outfit, after all (as much as it pained her to find out). Logos kept herself low to the ground to avoid being seen as one of the assailants stepped forward with his knife.

"Yeah so... maybe we were lookin' for a bit of fun an--"

The Dark Mirror Senshi chose that moment to strike at the man further away from Dione, using her increased strength to kick his legs out from under him. The man with the knife grunted and turned to swing his weapon towards the interloper. A fist met his face and the knife sliced at her colorful lay, and Logos used her golden bracers to divert some of the momentum. The knife nicked across the bare skin of her upper arm, but the senshi seemed unperturbed. Landing between Dione and the assailants, she stood stoically with hands balled into fists.

"Leave."

With sputtering and coughing, the two men spat and blustered inconsequential gangbanger nonsense at the two women before turning to run down the alley from whence the came. Once the two men were out of sight, the senshi turned to the young woman to check for injuries. "Are you alright?"

Logos considered herself a worker bee of the highest order, never seeking to deviate from the mission of gather energy and return it to Mirrorspace, but tonight was different. Perhaps there were racial sentiments in play (for Logos had been assaulted one too many times for the color of her skin and her heritage than she wanted to admit) or perhaps she could justify it as being on her way to some bigger target. In any case, the assailants had fled and this could be a prime opportunity for positive PR on behalf of the Court?

Unfortunately, the colorful trainee wasn't the best people-person the Court had at its disposal.

Heels clicked against dirty pavement as the senshi moved to stand near Dione in case the assailants decided to make a reappearance. "...Logos. My name is Logos," said she, after a moment of contemplation. Surely adding Sailor before her name would simply confuse matters more. Inwardly, she wondered if draining the two men would have been a better idea? No, likely not - that might be too horrifying for a civilian.

If Dione in fact was a civilian and not a member of another faction playing at ignorance... Logos squinted. If that were the case, positive PR would be beneficial. Powering up in front of her would risk Dione's powered identity... Best to play it by ear, for now.

"Some men think they're above the law. I'm happy to prove they aren't. If you're on your way to your car, I can escort you. Scout ahead. You never know when someone might get some bright ideas."

Logos was not one for emotion, but she gave Dione a curt nod in affirmative. "They should think twice. I'll keep an eye on you, even when you get to your car. Don't worry about me. I'll stay with you."

Waiting for Dione to begin her walk to her car, Logos kept pace with her, sweeping the immediate area with her supernatural scans to detect any White Moon Senshi that might get any ideas. This civilian escort was more important than assaults on enemies - a positive experience with the Dark Mirror would be well-received by the highers-up in Logos' mind. She was stern and stoic, sure, but incredibly loyal and true to her word. "If necessary, I'll call for backup, but I doubt anyone else will bother you tonight."

It was completely normal to be nervous after something like this. Logos' stern countenance softened just a tad. "It's alright. You're safe now. I've got eyes in more places than it appears. Get yourself home and do what you need to get through the night. If need be, I'll keep a patrol around this area, so you know you'll be safer at night."

Once Dione was to her car and safely inside, Logos gave her one last nod before performing something almost miraculous - leaping from the ground onto an awning overlooking a shop window, and then onto the rooftop. Dione would be able to see her flowing overlay, indicating the senshi would remain nearby until Dione was safely on the road.