<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/SMR002.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sailor Moon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central Tokyo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone!<br/><br/><hr/>She had missed the impromptu meeting of the Senshi and the Knights.. she simply didn’t realize that it was happening! That seems to happen a lot to Meus. She gets confused very easily, to the point her parents have to really spell out things for her. And her friends. And anyone she has ever encountered.<br/><br/>But the next day she was trying to live her normal life. Classes.. meeting her friends.. but her mind was on the day previous. Indeed much of the topic of conversation was the ‘zombies’. Her friend that was down in the middle of that, she spoke of the sudden appearance of heroes… and Mesu had to resist the urge to brag. Oh she wanted to, and so badly. But she knew she couldn’t. She thought that perhaps telling one person wouldn’t hurt.. but she couldn’t. Maybe she’ll ask Luna if it would be okay to share her secret.. about this new power.<br/><br/>But she hadn’t seen Luna all day.. and she was starting to get worried.<br/><br/>The afternoon rolls around, and Mesu is sitting at her laptop looking up information about the original group of Sailor Senshi. She finds this to be a difficult task, since it’s hard to tell what’s fact and what’s opinion. She’s starting to feel frustrated, for lack of better terms. If she’s going to be this grand hero or whatever she’s supposed to be.. she needs to know where she came from, right? Rather.. where this power came from.<br/><br/>But as she finds yet another bad Senshi fansite.. she feels a sudden stomach ache come on. Weird.. she didn’t eat anything unusual.. unusual for her, that is. Maybe she had 6 to many choco koalas? No, no that’s not possible! She leans back on the little couch in her dorm, staring blankly at the laptop screen. It has a blurry picture of someone that’s supposed to be Sailor Mercury.. the original Sailor Mercury. But the picture is so bad, it could be bigfoot for all she knows. As she stares, her fingers wrap loosely about the crystal wand that has been sitting at her side this whole time. She feels a sudden wave of.. nausea.. and she shakes her head a little, her fingers tightening against the wand. She then looks down at it.. and the crystal of the wand is glowing very gently, discretely.<br/><br/>“Hm?”<br/><br/>She says softly as she now sits up, hefting the wand properly. She turns it in her hand as she frowns a little… something is wrong. Yes, this feeling in the pit of her stomach… the wand reacting to something. Her fingers tighten around the wand, and she looks towards the window leading out to her balcony. She doesn’t know what it wrong, but she knows something is wrong. And she follows that instinct… and she is gone from her room, heading in the direction that she and the Heroes of Men fought the ‘zombies’.<br/><br/>Almost 20 minutes pass, and she emerges. She stands perhaps 100 feet in front of the robed man, her long now strawberry blond hair swaying gently in the day’s breeze. She transformed quickly on the way, feeling that she didn’t have the time to waste. And at this moment.. she’s the only one here. But that’s okay.. she can do this! It’s too bad the look on her face isn’t that convincing. Big blue eyes stare at the robed man, her hands in fists at her side. So much wanton destruction around her, and for what? He stops the rampage, one apparently meant to get her attention, and it did. But… now what does she do? She can’t just attack him, that doesn’t feel right.<br/><br/>She takes a single step forward, her hands still in fists at her sides. But that’s just to keep the robed man from seeing how her hands are trembling.    “A.. are you the one.. behind that attack yesterday? Just who are you?!”   Ha, that showed him!<br/><br/>