valeria (35) trait: independent | kleptomaniac aspiration: motor

soleil (36) trait: charmer | gloomy aspiration: motor

I wanted to take a really cool action shot of Wrench with an explosion in the background……

I suppose I shall replace Mako with her

Michiru Kaioh is rarely surprised at the inconveniences thrown at her, and yet, sometimes, life still manages to find a way, and so she finds herself thrown into the middle of a group of children for no paarticular reason, told that they must find the moon princess. 

She asks if anyone has considered the fact that the Sailor of the Moon, whose name is Bunny Moon, might not have some connection. 

She is ignored. 

Rei takes a certain amount of umbrage to the fact that Michiru also has a certain amount of Sight, and while Michiru tries to allay her fears of being replaced by, she thinks quite sensibly, explaining that their powers work differently, Rei still rushes in eagerness to answer anything before she does. 

Michiru, at first, thought this might come out of some lack of self-esteem, only to realize that quite the opposite is true and it is simply that Rei only wants everyone else to know she is as good as she thinks she is. 

Michiru never really much thought herself a master strategist, but combined with these girls she feels as if she might be the second coming of Sun Tzu. 

Rei is half-belligerent to the idea of needing a plan when she can shoot her way through anything. 

Usagi may not actually know the word “plan”. 

 Ami seems utterly disinterested in doing anything that might come from Michiru’s mouth. 

She finds a certain amount of solace when a rather telegenic and strategic young woman steps onto the scene, claiming to have fought herself in London. 

“Ah what a gift,” Michiru things, “to have space to oneself, ever.” 

THis is particularly relevant, as Usagi is currently giving Michiru the biggest hug she can muster, and introducing her as one of her best friends. 

Her solace is short-lived however. Mina sees something in her, and she sees something in Mina, and it is that same sharp cleverness. It sets them against each other, Michiru’s dispassionate obedience, Mina’s barking orders. Both manipulative. 

Michiru briefly manages to set Rei against Mina, and she can think of no reason she did this but to prove to Mina who was the greater. 

There is a reason she thinks herself a monster, the kind not even Usagi can heal. 

There are two soldiers, out there, they say. Looking for the Talismans. 

Michiru could not have been prepared for what they came across. Uranus is tall and lanky, with close cropped hair the color of dried wheat and eyes grey as a thundering sky. She moves with grace but hesitation, yelling the things she cannot convince herself to know. There is an unnatural hardness in her, opal trying to play as diamond. 

She is beautiful, and for a moment Michiru can only stare. 

She and Jupiter, a similarly tall but bulkier girl, seem unconcerned with the rest of them, content to look for talismans, and leave when the sufferer does not contain one. 

They both care deeply, and Michiru can see the guilt in their eyes. 

Haruka, is her name, and Michiru feels it melt in her mouth. She lives with Mako who is Jupiter, in a some budget apartment in a district Michiru has never set foot in, and they eat dinner together and Mako makes Haruka smile, and they seem to have a perfectly chummy home together, however haunted they are by the MIssion of which they rarely speak. 

She rarely speaks to Michiru, waving off any advance with the excuse that she has a job to do. 

Michiru knows the truth. No one so lovely and honest could cultivate any sort of affection for someone like her, unless it was the only choice left in the world, a baby monkey forced to cling to a stuffed animal and imagine its emotions and warmth. 

Haruka dies, in the cathedral. She dies and the talisman lives, and Michiru is not there to save her. She should have known. She should have been there. 

“She didn’t want you,” a little voice says as she watches Mako tenderly cradle Haruka’s head, crying, murmuring that it isn’t fair, and not again, “She never did.” 

She picks up the sword, and feels something inside her chest vibrate. They were a pair, she and Haruka, at least somewhere. 

carter: hey its getting kind of late want me to take you home?

mar: dlsgffvbsa take me home?>?<> ight lemme just-