Oh, you're not working. [ despite their surroundings and the circumstances in which they met, sailor venus winks at him. ] This is my show now.
[ she takes position before the fire, a teenage girl against an inferno. the orange skirt of her sailor uniform ripples against her thighs. the heat is intense; it prickles at her skin. the firelight catches her hair; for a moment, she looks crowned in gold. closing her eyes, she inhales.
her eyes snap open. ]
Venus Power! [ she cries, her gloved hands thrown open to the sky. her planet heeds her call; she thrills at the familiar heat, the purity of the light that pours within her. she is a chalice. she is a channel. she is venus. ]
Love Crescent Shower!
[ golden light pours like rain from the heavens. everywhere it touches the fire, the flames hiss and snap and are extinguished. even with the new borders, the fire claimed a wide area and over a wide area she calls down the purifying rain.
a few pockets of fire remain as the beams of light fade, small, not likely to become a danger to the others on this mountain.
sailor venus slowly lowers her arms. a fine tremble takes her limbs. she was full: full of power, full of energy, full of life, of love. now, she feels oddly empty as she only does when she overexerts herself. she gazes upon the destroyed compound. it sits blackened and smoking. the acrid smell lies thick in the air. there is nothing left here but ruin and death.
"sailor venus!"
her job isn't finished. rather than drop to the ground, venus pushes against it in a run. ]
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[ she takes position before the fire, a teenage girl against an inferno. the orange skirt of her sailor uniform ripples against her thighs. the heat is intense; it prickles at her skin. the firelight catches her hair; for a moment, she looks crowned in gold. closing her eyes, she inhales.
her eyes snap open. ]
Venus Power! [ she cries, her gloved hands thrown open to the sky. her planet heeds her call; she thrills at the familiar heat, the purity of the light that pours within her. she is a chalice. she is a channel. she is venus. ]
Love Crescent Shower!
[ golden light pours like rain from the heavens. everywhere it touches the fire, the flames hiss and snap and are extinguished. even with the new borders, the fire claimed a wide area and over a wide area she calls down the purifying rain.
a few pockets of fire remain as the beams of light fade, small, not likely to become a danger to the others on this mountain.
sailor venus slowly lowers her arms. a fine tremble takes her limbs. she was full: full of power, full of energy, full of life, of love. now, she feels oddly empty as she only does when she overexerts herself. she gazes upon the destroyed compound. it sits blackened and smoking. the acrid smell lies thick in the air. there is nothing left here but ruin and death.
"sailor venus!"
her job isn't finished. rather than drop to the ground, venus pushes against it in a run. ]