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Sailor Tempesti usually limited her patrols to more populated areas of the city, but lately she’d found more youma in areas where the people were fewer and further between. Maybe they wanted to take a break amongst the legions of “for sale” signs. She couldn’t exactly blame them, they definitely seemed to keep busy. By this point she was fairly certain she’d encountered several youma on multiple occasions, even after she’d dusted. While it appeased her conscience a bit to know that she didn’t regularly murder them, she still couldn’t help but wish they would keep to…wherever it was they lived when they weren’t doing their day (or night) jobs. The improbable image of a little youma neighborhood with little youma lawns and little youma mailboxes brought a bit of a smile to her face, though she didn’t care to imagine what they might bring to a neighborhood cookout. Rolling her shoulders she decided to take a quick break herself, dropping unceremoniously onto a vacant bus bench.