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Tempesti and her wisp friend had taken to playing what might be considered a game during her agility training. At least she thought it was a game, the little entity wasn’t exactly the sort from whom the young senshi could expect answers. But it certainly seemed playful as it hovered in different spots, apparently waiting for her to chase it. Above a tree limb, atop a low building, in an ominous tunnel. Sentient or not it was an entertaining way to spend her patrols, even if the odd youma attack interrupted them on occasion.

At the end of one of the latter encounters, the youma dispatched to its home or the youma hospital or wherever they went after losing a fight, Tempesti found herself among a warren of unfamiliar streets. Single-minded pursuit of a youma was helpful in the moment, generally allowing her to ensure that no one else fell prey to its hunger, but this wasn’t the first time it had gotten her more than a little bit turned around. With her abilities she no longer feared the prospect of being accosted by a civilian, but she retained an intense dislike for disorientation.

Tempesti sensed the Order energy signature before the sound of an unfamiliar voice broke the frustrated silence that accompanied her attempts to find a signal and turned to face an unfamiliar knight in a stunningly beautiful uniform. For a few seconds she wondered how the universe chose to assign outfits to each newly awakened soul. Briefly pondering the notion that the Galaxy Cauldron had aspirations in the field of fashion design, the senshi opted to set aside this decidedly irrelevant and admittedly silly train of thought.

“Oh, hello!” She gave the knight a slightly awkward wave as he approached. “I’m fine, I was chasing a youma. I dusted it, but I just got a bit turned around. A sheepish smile crossed her face at the admission. “Thanks for the concern though. I’m Sailor Tempesti. Are you the reason that other Chaos aura disappeared?”

Tempesti nodded, “I know what you mean, plus the other things on top of the youma,” her eyes flicked unconsciously toward Harold’s prison, though she was at the point where she ranked the series of demonic chicken attacks she’d experienced recently just below apocalyptic storm dragons in terms of how troublesome they felt. The absurdity of the comparison made the whole thing feel a bit smaller, and her frightened mind would latch onto anything that might dampen the dread that had gnawed at her over the past few months.

“So I really understand needing more training. Fighting isn’t my favorite thing, but I’d rather do it myself than leave it to people who can’t.”

Looking his uniform over once more she continued, “It’s beautiful, but I can imagine it would be…bad for moving around in combat.” She opted against asking whether or not he had pants on under there. It would make it easier to suggest removing the robe, but she didn’t need this stranger getting the impression she was some kind of pervert. “Could you hitch it up and tuck it into your belt or something?”

Tempesti nodded, pleased that she and the knight were on the same wavelength, in terms of protecting civilians at least. “I know what you mean. I was lucky, well maybe ‘lucky’ isn’t the right word for it. But I was a civilian the first time I ran into a youma so it wasn’t an existential shock when I awakened the second time I saw one. A friend of mine dusted the first one, thankfully.”

She knew she was rambling, but she felt the need to give credit where it was due. A sympathetic smile creased the senshi’s face as Kiringul wrangled his uniform, she hoped he wasn’t too self-conscious about it. After all, it looked like it would probably give him the improved mobility he sought. His fighting stance confirmed her speculation and she felt increasingly aware of her own lack of training.

“So, should I just run at you?” Tempesti’s ears pinkened as she spoke, “I’m working on it, but I’m really not much of a physical fighter.”