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Takes place at night on June 19th, 2025
Clara wasn't really sure what he was doing. Again. Night after night he knew he was supposed to be on patrol, but after powering up he rarely had the first clue where to start or what exactly to do. Look for chaos senshi or Negaverse agents stealing energy or starseeds? Hunt down youma? How was he supposed to know if he could take any of them on? Should he call for back-up since his powers weren't exactly the most damaging or threatening? And, if he was, how on Earth was he supposed to do that?
It was frustrating and (ironically) embarrassing being a senshi who was 27 years old, had awakened when he was 18, and had done nothing with his newly-awakened powers since then. However, he'd been so busy with his real life, he'd even had his schooling interrupted to give him time to learn how to take over the family music technology business from his father. Since then, he had returned to Destiny City to finish what he'd started education-wise. It also meant, though, that he had become more confident that he could balance his studies with the life of a senshi and had thus attempted once more to power up with his Henshin Pen.
Now that he had finally done so again, though, it was difficult to know what else to do since he didn't have any sort of team or teammates or friends or even just fellow senshi to help him figure things out. It was not only lonely being on his own; it was terrifying. If only he could find someone he could ask if he was doing things right and, if he wasn't, what he ought to have been doing instead.
Sighing, Sailor Clara walked down the street with his bright scarlet heels click-clacking on the sidewalk with each step he took. Hopefully someone wouldn't get the wrong idea about what he was doing there so late at night due to what he was wearing.
eldritch stardust
((Sorry this took me so long! Please tell me if there's anything you'd like me to change!))
