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Introductions were never Aruna's strong suit. She was too quiet, too awkward, too shy. But when Rowan awakened as Tempesti, the landslide senshi knew that introductions would be important to be had. After all, with how much she spoke of Kerberos and now Murikabushi to her friend, it would only be right to make an effort to introduce them all. Especially when she saw the two Eternal senshi as people to look up to, even with Muri's slightly questionable judgement in some aspects.

So when the opportunity arose, Aruna had arranged for a meetup of sorts. She had never had the opportunity to see Kiyoshi powered up as of yet, and was admittedly excited. Every senshi she had met so far all had such unique fuku with such varying designs. Even just comparing her own to Kerberos was like night and day in her eyes. With how over the top she knew Kiyoshi to be, she wondered if his fuku might reflect that as well, if it might be just as vivid and beautiful as she thought him to be as a civilian.

She smiled over at Tempesti, lightly bumping her shoulder against the older girl. "I think you'll like him. He's...I look up to him a good bit and I trust him a lot." She really did hope that this all went well and that Tempesti would be able to go to him for advice and questions that Aruna herself didn't know yet how to answer.

Aruna shifted her weight a little, the drink carrier in her hands rattling slightly. She had stopped by a cafe to grab drinks before powering up, having gotten the tea she remembered Kiyoshi liking as well as an iced tea for herself and Rowan. After all, no use talking without something to drink, right?

Aruna’s eagerness to see Murikabushi’s fuku was soon enough rewarded. The park where Halia had told Kiyoshi to come tonight had plenty of features that enabled making a dramatic entrance. In Murikabushi’s case tonight, he’d powered up in an alley nearby, then felt around for two starter-level Order auras from atop one of the playground playscapes. From there, he’d jumped onto the roof of a covered line of picnic tables. Several of the same structures stood in a long row, a good place for hosting large parties or for providing seating during different events put on by the city’s Department of Parks and Recreation.

When he got close enough to spot the two senshi he was looking for—a petite brunette and a curvy redhead with hair down to her waist—Murikabushi had not gotten down to ground-level like a normal person. Instead, he stood atop the park’s sizable, statement piece gazebo. Aruna and her friend stood nearby, close enough for them to hear it when Murikabushi whistled, then called out, “Aruna! Hey, gurl!”

With practiced grace and ease, Murikabushi leapt from the gazebo’s roof. As soon as he landed nearby, black rose blossoms sprouted on the ground beneath his feet. A trail of them followed behind his footsteps as he swished over to meet the pair of other senshi, with his layers of skirts swishing around his thighs and his detached sleeves billowing. Was he acting like some kind of anime protagonist come to life? Oh, yes, absolutely, and it was some 5,000% magical girl chuuni bullshit on his part. Murikabushi had enough self-awareness to realize when he was being Kind Of The Most. COMMA, HOWEVER: he was feeling his magical girl fantasy particularly hard right now and he wanted to bask in it a little.

“And Tempesti, friend of Aruna,” he said with a warm smile and an extended hand. “Murikabushi, senshi of hunger, pleased to meet you and at your service. And if the name’s a mouthful for you, ‘Muri’ is totally okay.… Most people tend to go with that option, actually.”

Aruna had not overstated Murikabushi’s presence but that didn’t stop his grand entrance from catching Tempesti very off guard. She returned Aruna’s knowing look with a smile, wondering if it was a mark of the man’s experience that he had something like this ready to go or if this was behavior that would have been typical for him even if he was a civilian. She suspected that the answer was closer to the latter and offered her applause.

Even if it was a bit startling, Sailor Tempesti appreciated the showmanship and wondered if she could approach that level of flair with practice. Of course, she’d need to figure out how he managed to trail magic flowers behind him. That was a neat trick, even if she somehow doubted that pretty special effects would help her much against a hungry youma. But then, maybe a nice bouquet a friendly chat would turn out to be all they needed to calm down and play nice. A smile twitched across her lips at the absurdity of the thought.

She took Murikabushi’s hand, shaking it with the shyness she couldn’t quite manage to lose around her new magical colleagues. “Do you have a preference?” Whatever she called him, he seemed like a fun person to know.