Total WV - 1509

Oumuamua WC - 741
Dubhe WC - 768

It had been such a quiet evening, before Oumuamua came on the mildly puzzling sight of a Super Senshi fleeing... Another Super Senshi with an - ugh- chaos aura. Oumuamua actually wondered if the corrupt's fuku was an insult to Elvyra or Morticia Addams as she watched the woman absolutely chasing down the Order senshi. It was a bewildering sight to say the least, but Oumuamua wasn't about to let another senshi be bullied. Even if the other senshi was stronger, Oumuamua had principles and a propensity to fight dirty, and she applied both swooping in to help the other Order senshi, casting an Actually Functional Spell?! before knocking the corrupt stupid with an uppercut. Considering herself outnumbered, the corrupt fled, leaving Oumuamua to turn to the other Order senshi in concern, and she frowned.

"Are.. You alright?" The Beer Senshi asked. The other blonde blinked, blue eyes reading Oumuamua in curiousity before nodding with a deep sigh, wringing her hands.

"I... Yes. Thank you. I'm -- I'm Super Sailor Dubhe. And you?" Dubhe was coming down from being ambushed and this witchy senshi had absolutely had wonderful timing.

"Oumuamua, Senshi of Beer. Are you sure you're alright? I never saw you defending yourself..." Oumuamua frowned in concern, before Dubhe wruing her hjands again in embarressment.

"Oh." Dubhe coughed shyly. "That's -- That's because I'm a pacifist. I don't like fighting. I'm -- I'm a healer." Dubhe ducked her head in embarressment and Oumuamua blinked, motioning thoughtfully.

"Did not know pacifism was an option." She confessed. Dubhe sighed, head remaining ducked.

"Technically... It is not. In my experience.... Erm... In my experience chaos won't let you not fight. They seem to think every senshi is prepared or interested in conflict. I'm not. I just... I want to help people. And I've been trying to heal my homeworld, I'm hoping there's some secret there to help me avoid a conflict." Duche sighed, then. "Or at least make it out alive without harming someone. It's... Bad. Chaos might've truamatized my cousin... They snatched... You know." Dubhe gestured to her chest uncomfortably even as Oumuamua stared.

She just met this woman and she was oversharing. How dreadfully frustrating. But Oumuamua decided she must have a good reason, at least. Or a reason that wasn't, well. Banal. And not being allowed to remain a neutral party was pretty awful. ... Wait.

"I don't know. I wan into a pretty decent chaos senshi. But they were from the Dark Mirror Court and not the Negaverse. No holes." Oumuamua motioned blandly. "I find the Negaverse is the more violent factor. You might find Dark Mirrors whom might appreciate a neutral healer. And as for homeworlds -- you don't find the cult vibes offputting? At all?" Oumuamua looked bewildered, and Dubhe blinked.

"Cult? No - no, I wasn't worshipped on my homeworld. The last Dubhe was heir. And a Super, like myself. Wait, your homeworld made their senshi a cult object? That's... horrible." Dubhe wrinkled her nose even as Oumuamua blinked, nose wrinkling thoughtfully.

This was valuable data, even if she should havbe expected it. Oumuamua hummed, visibly thoughtful. She had so many questions but no idea if asking was polite, and the Beer senshi paced thoughtfully.

Dubhe watched the other senshi pace in bewilderment, before sighing. Another basic, another soul wiuth no idea of what homeworlds were dominantly like. At least this one seemed to think, even if overthinking was probably not the finest idea one could have. What mattered to Dubhe was she tried. And it wasn't like Susanoo who was avoiding powering. Or seeing his homeworld. ... Dubhe still hoped this senshi didn't overthink all of this. When Oumuamua finally stopped pacing, Dubhe couldn't help noticing the change in body language going from curious to bombastic and Dubhe wondered what she was dealing with as Oumuamua spun to face her.

"Right! So what's your world like?" Oumuamua asked. "How do you know what your past life was like?"

...Oh no Oumuamua really was clueless. Had her homeworld scared her off? Dubhe's nearly had but she was fine now.

"The Capital, at least? Is a city ruin. Palace at the center... I've had snatches of memories there. What aboiut your homeworld? I mean, a city ruin in a fallen empire is kind of boring. Kind of like if Rome was abandoned. But yours must be interesting." Better to redirect, Dubhe supposed. Oumuamua blinked in surprise, wrinkling her nose again.

"Oumuamua? It's another ruin. A lot of weird magic things I keep thinking might be Science Beyond The Ken Of Mortal Man, though. And there's no moon, only stars. I've only been once though. Too dark and creepy." Oumuamua frowned, shivering. "I made the mistake of entering a church or cathedral or something and... From what I could see their worshipped their senshi. It's... Creepy. Besides, I'm a scientist-type of woman. Worshipping a person, even with magic, is rediculous. Not to mention the Amarna-level erasure of something. Creepy, wrong, and nnnoooo." Oumuamua shivewred, shaking her head as Dubhe nodded.

"You must not be into anthropology then." Dubhe admitted. "But think about this. Senshi do use magic. Maybe it was something they saw as a sign of divinity? It's just a theory. And since you lack context.." Dubhe shrugged, Oumuamua wrinkling her nose.

"I'd honestly like hard data, not theories." Oumuamua admitted. Dubhe stared at her, and Oumuamua blinked. "What?"

"How do you expect to get hard data if you're scared of your own homeworld? Sincerely, answer me that. Are you avoiding it?"

"...Little bit. And Fair, but Oumuamua's... Quiet. Sort-of dead." Oumuamua frowned. Dubhe sighed in exasperation.

"Take somebody with you, maybe? A friend? I mean, I'm working on bringing people but you can generally bring one or two. You... You I'd say probably only should take one. Er. No offense." Dubhe ducked her head again and Oumuamua blinked.

"I had no idea this was an option. At all. I've been winging this homeworld thing by myself." Oumuamua motioned. "The best Order buds I have are my sister and a cat I try not sending sleep-drunk texts with dumb questions to." Oumuamua motioned again. "And my sister doesn't power as often as I do. She probably thinks this is more Madoka and less Gundam."

"....What.. What are those?" Dubhe asked, immediately awkward, before sighing, shaking her hjead. "Although, as for powered pals -- I totally understand. My cousin is Sailor Susanoo, and I've been coaxing him to power up again after... An incident. I... Tend to get beaten up easily. I doin't -- I refuse to fight back. I don't like the person I am fighting back. Having a partner is a good idea, though. At least, in my experience. I think there might be something stronger trhan I am, though. They can probably patrol alone." Dibhe didn't think she knew any Eternals but she absolutely knew they existed. She only knew, however, if somehow she made it to that vaunted height, she'd use her power to heal and not harm. There was enough harm out there.

"Makes sense. I don't know about anyone who'd join my patrols, but I do see the logic." Oumuamua wasn't daft after alll, just mildly erratic. Usually. In a good mood. ... Oumuamua had more energy than she expended and not even in the sense of being drained, just general personality, and she really, really liked people. Still, daft was not one of her flaws. Unlike her ego, which was still mildly damaged by being the weaker, less experienced party getting, as she saw it, a light lecture. She'd allow ot but only because she had to. "I imagine you might offer then?"

"Coaxing my cousin." Dubhe reminded. "Susanoo is... A lot. He's big, he's usually angry, and he's possessive as hells. You might get along better with someone less..." Dubhe loved her cousin but she knew he was A Problem. "Rowdy."

"I uppercut a Super Corrupt, hello." Oumuamua motioned. Dubhe sighed.

"Susanoo would call that getting off easy." Dubhe admitted. "He's very... Well his father's a career soldier, or was."

"Nevermind, I completely understand." Oumuamua made a face immediately. It was disappointing, but she understood. "I suppose I'll find -- someone to patrol with. Probably. I mean, I like people." But sometimes people seemed to be mildly put off by her personality and while Oumuamua had no regrets, it was... Discouraging. "Hey, will you be alright getting home?" THIS was a valid concern to the basic, and Dubhe blinked at her before motioning.

"Oh! Me? Yes, I'll make it. I usually do. And you?" She was going to be polite. This basic mostly seemed enthusiastic. Very enthusiastic. ... She'd probably bug Susanoo though.


"I should. Worse case my fist slams into someone's jaw." Oumuamua flashed a mischievbous grin. "They never expect me to dig my heels in."

"Well... Just don't bite off more than you can chew." Dubhe warned, and paused. "And... Thank you for the help. Be safe."

Before Oumuamua could respond, Dubhe was off for her home and Oumuamua blinked, and shrugged lazily. Some people just did that, she supposed, and buy 'that' she meant 'left quickly' -- a wise move, likely. Probably.

...No it was smart and Oumuamua moved to return home herself, moving at a lazy pace along the way.