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Poeering was scary. Magic was scary. Everything was scary, really.

Finch stared at the henshin pen she knew she ought be using with a highly uncomfortable with and swallowed as she stared it down. They didn't know what to do with it. Did magicv mean she always went into that crystal hellscape or was that one time? Were other magic people all bad?

They paused at that thought, blinking to themself before tilting their head. They weren't bad. But what aboiut others?... Then again, people might just not care. Finch considered this before sighing, Were there nice peoiple whom might patytrol with them or others whom might...

Like them? Finch considered that.

Finch liked that thought; that they had someone looking out for them, whom... Wanted theem around. The senshi didn't remember their birth parents. They were orphaned young and lived in Foster Care, moving house to house, hoping.. Wishing... And not seeming to find loved ones whom wanted them. There was always something off. They were too quiet or framed for misbehaviour, and Finch didn't even want to think about it, but... A powered family of nice, gentle people...

Finch wanted loved ones. People to be close to - nonscary people that might be nice and give them someone to turn to when they were scared of bad things. Finch wanted that. Finch wanted so much to be closde to someone. They hesitated, before reaching to the scary pen, and picked it upo, trying to focus on good maybes and what ifas for once, instead of badf. Things to work on, sure, but... Was there magic people who would want them around?

They then considered the videos they recently watched on the Norse gods and considered. She was Sailor Frigga, senshi of Birch. What would Frigg do? Would Frigg want her ma,esale scared?..... No. The wife of Odin was a strong lady and Finch needed to focus on that. They had to be brave. Could maghic help?

Wvery little bit felt like it was coaxing her to risk powering again, and they sighed, hufdfing. Maybe the Norse gods.. Were real! Frigg would want them to be brave and smart and sytrong and Finch had to foccus on that first. To be what they needed to be. Finally, they sighed, and powered.

Sailor Frigga hjad almost no idea of what to do now that they magicked. Was that all to fighting bad people? .... No, just magicking was silly, there were no bad people nearby and Frigga needed to actively go out and fight the bad people head on; find them and wrought justice for sad scared people just like them. .... What a scary idea. Frigga immediately wondered if magicking was a mistake before peering outside.

Destiny City sprawled like a glistening jewel, lights almost twinling like sdtars as Frigga looked out across the sea of buildings timidly. Oh. Oh right, there was so much city... But none of it was bad scary bite bite crystal mayhem, and slowly, Frigga climbed out onto the fire escape. QWhen nothing seemed wrong Frigga began climbing down the stairs, finally reaching street level. Again, nothing happened and again Frigga relaxed a little bit. Satisfied there was nothing strange, Frigga took a deep breath, and then allowed themself to smile. They dsid it! They faced the big scaryt magic and didn't have something awful happen! So maybe their idea was right and they were supposed to be brave and strong? Hmm. It was an intimidating idea, one that would take time, but Frigga was ready for it, and tomorrow? More magic, and maybe more reading into the Norse pantheon. YUes, that felt appropriate, unless something happened. Or... Or perhaps they'd answer the odd pull to the stars.

...That felt right too. And it was something to look into... As soon as they felt the city out for the night and the next night. And then? The stars, and with that in mind Frigga walked into the night, feeling a bit better about powering than they had before.