deercountry | I don't want to save the world

Who: Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon and you!
What: Usagi is dealing with mild corruption and is trying to get rid of it
When: Through mid-March
Where: Beach and Willful Machine

Content Warnings: Violence

A. Strike the Match [Beach]

When the thought 'I wish I could just destroy this whole place' entered her mind, she knew she was in trouble. She knew she was in at least SOME stage of corruption and needed to get it in check.

But the people, outside of Makoto, who she would talk to about the corruption were. all. gone.

And that was the problem. That was why she kept having the thought. Rei, Minako, Hotaru, Setsuna, Varian, Atsushi, Bella, the list went on and on and on and on and on. It was just her and Makoto now.

And then the fearful thought, 'But when would Makoto be next?' would come.

When would another loved one, another precious person be taken? What was even the point to keep going if they were all gone? This was not the first time she had had such thoughts. But this wasn't about Galaxia and an endless war and all life going on. This was just her and her life. This wasn't home. It got incredibly difficult to keep going, to keep hoping they may someday arrive, because there was no way to bring them out of the ocean. But also, she didn't WANT them to arrive. That was the hitch, the problem.

She missed all of her precious people like crazy.

But in her truest of heart's desires, she could never wish them to come to this hell, even if she knew the girls would follow her without hesitation.

"But you're not here," she told the crashing waves. She was Sailor Moon right now, waiting for Maul.

She was so. damn. tired. of this world taking from her, hurting her, and how she was supposed to be okay with it. She didn't even get to mourn Hotaru because this world made her so happy that all she could do was be glad Hotaru got out.

She wasn't okay.

Sailor Moon watched the waves crash around her, a storm out on the horizon making them harsher than usual. The wind whipped her hair around her, her wings going back and forth with the breeze. In her hand was her Tiare.

She sensed someone coming towards her. It wasn't Maul she sensed, but another.

"I would not come any closer," she said, eyes still out on the horizon, her voice harsh. "The waves may suck you under." And she wasn't much in the mood to save anyone. The only reason the waves weren't dragging her away was because of her strength where she stood. "If you have need of the beach there is endless amounts of it," she gestured to the miles of shore.

B. Wildfire [Closed to Maul (and observers)]

Finally, she thought.

"Don't hold back," her head tilted a bit to glance at the Sith behind her, though she did not fully face him, her back still turned to him.

There was a breath, a tic of a second, as if she might change her mind about the whole thing. After all, she was always so hesitant to fight anyone.

She exhaled.

The second passed.

She was already right in front of him, her tiny size and powers allowing her to be deadly fast, her Tiare was raised, fully intending to strike him in the head, whether or not he could block or dodge was his problem.

C. Smoke and ashes [Willful Machine]

The fight had done her a lot of good to get most of her anger out.

But so would shopping. She was currently looking at herself in the mirror, a bright pink and red outfit for springtime. She was turning this way and that with a soft hum and when she saw someone behind her in the mirror she spun around and grabbed their hand, her own nails were still quite sharp as her corruption was still edging away.

"I need your opinion!" she smiled brightly, feeling better and intending on buying a large spring wardrobe with some retail therapy. "How does this look?" she gave a little spin.

(OOC: Unless a character can read souls/auras/have sensitivity in the Force/magic to see through glamours, they will not be able to detect that Sailor Moon and Usagi are the same person.)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

...aren't you the one who dropped me into a blood ocean one time?

[Michael's not even mad about that - it's old news, and even at the time he didn't really mind - but he's surprised to see her again given that he really hasn't for quite a long time now. And also admittedly sort of irritated by the immediate snippiness.]

[She snorted.]

You're a bit late to be seeking your pound of flesh. [She looked over to him.] Is that what you want then?

[Michael snorts back!]

Chill out, I'm just walking. No need to be dramatic about it.

[Sailor Moon lifts a brow. So he doesn't want his pound of flesh, he just wants to mock her.]

Enjoy your walk. [She turns back around.] I don't recommend being here when the fight begins.

[wow! sailor moon kinda sucks!]

What fight?

[She never claimed to be perfect. She, in fact somewhat hates how she's not allowed to be mad. It's why she came out to the beach. Stars above forbid she be allowed to be pissed off.]

I will be having one with Maul whenever he decides to get here.

Edited 2023-03-23 00:36 (UTC)

Maul? Now - c'mon, that guy's chilled out a lot in the past month or two!

[Distantly, he wonders why on earth he's bothering to defend Maul, but...c'mon!]

[She tilted her head and closed her eyes, alright, now that was amusing. She turned back to look at Michael.]

You're right, he has. I am not mad at him. He is helping me.

Oh. [Well. That's different.] Well, that's good. Glad he's getting out there.

He's come a long way, yes, but he's always been eager to fight me.

Well, I guess that's what he's into.

[Doesn't she shoot lasers or something? Well, Michael's never really seen Maul in a proper fight, maybe he's got a laser workaround.]

Sounds like a hell of a thing to see, though.

[She doesn't really want to invite Michael to stay. Partially because she doesn't want to be watched while she's trying to work through her corruption and anger, mostly because she doesn't want to have anyone get caught up in a blast.]

I cannot promise an attack won't go astray, I don't want to kill you yet again.

What?

[He sort of regrets this the second it comes out of his mouth! But Michael never realized she thought that - mostly because he never really talks to her? Where the hell does she even live, for having been around since Deerington he does not see her often...]

Oh...that didn't actually kill me. Blew me up a lot, and there was...some stuff that happened, kinda lost my physical shape, but I didn't die for a few more days.

[She looked up and back over to him, surprise clear on her face as she looked at Michael. She didn't kill him? A soft sigh of relief exited and she closed her eyes, her face softening a bit even in the middle of her corruption.]

I see, I am glad about that, then. Though I am still sorry for dropping you in the ocean. All the more reason to not kill you for the first time, then, should things go wrong in this fight.

[Sigh. He wants to see the cool fight, though!]

Ah, fine. I'll just go...back up to town.

[you can't stop him sitting on a roof to watch lasers happen]

[She turned to look at him.]

You don't have to go back to town, Michael. But why do you even wish to stay when I am being unpleasant? Is it just to see me be angry?

...honestly, man, I just think it's gonna be a cool fight.

[It's really, really not that deep!]

I... guess? [She never really fights anyone for practice because, well, that's not really how her fights GO and she's ridiculously powerful.]

Probably a pretty decent lightshow. But, I don't have to, if you mind.

[Michael's pretty obviously unconcerned about the fight now that he knows it's a planned, friendly sort of thing. Maul knows his own business - and so does Sailor Moon, he assumes?]

Thank you, Michael. I don't exactly want to be watched in the state I'm in. [He can't see it, but she feels her claws inside of her gloves, her fangs inside of her mouth.]

I appreciate that you will leave. [She even managed to smile though it was small.]

.....sure.

[God, she's weird. But Michael said he would, so...off he goes, he guesses?

seriously, where the hell does that lady live?]

[She watches him leave.

She's not sure what it means that a demon thinks SHE'S weird, just as well she doesn't know.]

I don't want to save the world

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