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Fomalhaut had practiced powering up again. Hold out the henshin pen just so, announce a proud "Fomalhaut Power, Make-Up!" and BOOF! Following a lightshow, the transformation was complete. She was Sailor Fomalhaut, Senshi of Ambition, and she was going to get to the bottom of Destiny City's missing people and frightening occurrences. Probably not on her own, but hey! It was something, and it was an exciting something.

While making some rounds through Destiny City's network of parks, she thought she felt something very strange. It wasn't a physical feeling, just a vague sense that somehow carried locational data, as though she had developed a radar somehow. That would make sense, wouldn't it? In any case, the feeling was... dark? Dark and uncomfortable, like an itchy bug. Wondering if this sensation could be sourced to one of the Negaverse agents she'd heard about, she advanced on the aura. It looked like she was going to have some work to do.

Well, that didn't look good at all. That girl sent... something... through that man's chest, and it looked like its passing through felt uncomfortable. Was this how starseeds were taken? How was she supposed to stop this? Was she too late?

The least she could do was let the enemy know she'd been caught red-handed. "Stop right there!" Fomalhaut announced, stepping forward with her hand held out. "What do you think you're doing to that man?! I won't let you take his starseed!" There was a huge misunderstanding here, but she had no idea about any of that.

"I am not overreacting!" Fomalhaut said, trying to make herself look as menacing and battle-ready as possible. Her success was wildly variable at best. "I don't know what you just did, but it doesn't look comfortable! I can't let you just run around and hurt people like that!" This was much louder than she was used to being. Also, she realized that she was effectively accosting someone for making someone merely uncomfortable. Well, it was the principle of the thing, right? Chaos couldn't be allowed to run unchecked, and if there was pain involved, that merited an intervention.

After a brief hesitation, Fomalhaut charged forward with a battle cry and no plan whatsoever. She barely knew how to throw a punch, and it seemed like she was just going to slap this dark senshi around and hope that did the trick. This was a problem, probably.

Romulus's counter was completely successful. Fomalhaut was easily grabbed and pivoted, her arm pinned. That made her yelp and try to pull away unsuccessfully. "L-let me go!" she shouted, like that made a difference. "I-I'll scream for help! And I bet when someone else feels my aura and yours, they'll come here and beat you up!" Despite the bluster, she was already kind of scared. There was a possibility that her adventure was going to end before it even started. She didn't quite want to think of the full ramifications of that, but the possibility felt very real at the time.

Fomalhaut made a little "Yeek!" noise when she was kicked away (more like a foot shove, really). Grumbling and dusting herself off, she unintentionally mimicked Romulus's displeased expression. "Because... because I need to protect people?" The questioning inflection was something of an accident. She knew that, as Sailor Fomalhaut, her goal was to protect people from the Negaverse, but the details of that felt distant and unclear. She shook her head. "If you're not hurting this guy, what are you doing? I'll let you explain yourself," she said, as though the ball was in her court.

The mention of a Corrupt or agent grabbing her starseed gave Fomalhaut pause. "That's... that's right. They can do that." Her hand reflexively went to her chest, as though she could feel the crystal that held her soul. "Can you do that? Or..." She shook her head, finally realizing an implication of something the senshi had said. "If you're not a Corrupt Senshi or a Negaverse agent, what are you?" Something wasn't adding up here. Was there something that Eta had failed to inform her of in that introduction? Already, the War on Chaos was proving more intricate that ever expected.