Welcome to Gaia! ::

Tempesti had just managed to convince herself that her hair no longer smelled like sulfur when the unwelcomely familiar aroma decided to perform a less than desirable encore. Given the ebbs and flow of strange magic in this city, it seemed more than likely that those crotchety birds and their eggs were scattered across more than a few neighborhoods. Or she could just be imagining the smell, after all, it had made quite an impression on both her and her olfactory bulbs. The subtle sensation of an Order energy signature pushed its way to stand shoulder to shoulder with the smell in her mind.

The senshi scanned the darkness for her unseen ally or signs of crusty nests or beady red eyes. At least there were no kittens to worry about here, though Cuan had acquitted herself admirably with her little laser beam. That was a source of some relief, knowing she could zap the baddies at will. If the other didn’t know about the not quite chickens, it was only right that she warn them. Even if they bypassed this nest, nothing would stop them from encountering more in the future.

A barely audible sound maybe speech, maybe a monster bird that had somehow learned the art of subtlety drew her attention, spurring her forward toward whatever waited in the shadows. At that moment, the energy signature’s source made herself known. An unfamiliar senshi clad in a fuku that wouldn’t look out of place at a renaissance fair and beyond her, the red glow she’d sought. Adrenaline surged as she just managed to place herself between the other woman and the hidden monster before it stormed forth in a maelstrom of foul (fowl?) smelling feathers and a guttural cacophony of sound.

The senshi of harpies watched with great interest as the other senshi managed to summon dark pits around the irate bird’s feet, wondering what kind of sphere would create them. She was definitely rooting for her to succeed, and Tempesti’s disappointment mirrored that of her newfound ally. Maybe she just needed a little help, a quick assist to remind her of her own capabilities, and maybe tip her off that there were plenty of other people out there who would be willing to help. If the archer’s experience was anything like her own just a few months earlier she would be running out of magic sooner rather than later so if she was going to make good on those thoughts, she’d better do so quickly. Throwing herself forward, she gripped the oily feathers as firmly as she could, hoping it hadn’t gotten close enough to do any real damage to the hooded woman. If she held it in place for just a few seconds, she could buy time for one of those arrows to definitively meet its mark.

“Try it again now! If I fall in, I can jump out, you’ve got this!

Help from friends was a big part of what helped her find her own footing in the bizarre new world in which she’d found herself. If she could pay that forward, help this woman embrace her own power, there was nothing else she should do.

The bird struggled, flapping in rage and indignation as Tempesti held fast to its tail until the pit opened beneath them. She managed a graceless but not entirely undignified landing in the bottom of the hole. While she was relieved that she wasn’t in an enclosed space with the chicken beast and its perpetual fury, she couldn’t consider the aroma it left behind a much more pleasant companion. Fighting back a gag she sprang upward, landing in front of the other senshi with a soft grunt.

“Well, you did great with that mess!” She smiled reassuringly, “These…things have been popping up all over the city from what I’ve heard. This is the second time I’ve seen one, it takes a good amount of scrubbing to get the smell out, unfortunately. You did really well though. …Anyway! I’m Sailor Tempesti, nice to meet you.”

“I was in the same place a few months ago. It gets weirder, a lot weirder. But I think I’ll get used to it eventually. In the meantime, it helps to have people to talk to.” The senshi smiled reassuringly before letting out a soft, surprised laugh, “Well, your magic definitely suits your name. I have harpies, myself. They’re fond of wind and lightning.” She wasn’t sure how much to talk about at first, there was a lot and she didn’t fully understand big chunks of it.

“Anyway, you can register me in your phone if you’d like. I’m not exactly an expert on everything but if I can help with questions I will. Or if you just need to talk about…all of the weirdness that comes with this.”