Obligatory trademark opening sequence...

ArbyFish(at a keyboard, typing something in to the

music of the Pirates of

the Caribbean): Dum-da-dum-dah,

da-dum-da-dum-da-dum! (hits the enter

key)

Hahahahah!  You can't catch me!  See, I'm running
away!

(The computer explodes)

ARGH!!

ArbyFish(brightly): In-deed! (flutters off)

Anyway, before I begin the C&C, I have to ask...have
you been reading/watching things like Sweet Valley
High, or talking to 16 year old girls or anything to
that effect?  I mean, this chapter was almost like a
Magical Girl version of young girl flick.  Now that I
think about it, that's like looking under the
dictionary for the word redundant and seeing "See
Redundant." ^_^

And check out the fanart page. It's been updated,

with a few surprises here

and
there. One is especially good if you've got Flash

installed.

Ah yes, soon we'll be making our own episodes, and
show those corporate lackeys what real tallent is!
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! FEAR THE WRATH OF THE
FANBOY...err...anyway, I did check that out.  I gotta
admit, that was a nice bit of Knight beating.  Makes
you wonder why you don't see or hear about things like
that happening more often. ^_^

	And aside from that, there are precious few manga

scans

available online, and some of the best material I

found was on a

Spanish site. (That one actually had a scan of what

Adonis/

Daanburite/Kaito Ace looked like.) Then there's how

to handle

the Holy Stone/Crystal Wink Sword that Stylin' got

landed with;

whether to let it have the full-blown capabilities

I've heard it

has or not...

Hell, I've only heard of the thing, I've not even read
about what it could really do.  I expect only a super
die hard Sailor Moon fan would MIGHT be able to tell
you that.  Or you could ask Hitoshi Doi...he's
probably got the info you need on that subject.

	Not to mention that one Venusian fortress V's got,

and how to

She's got a fortress of solitude?  Imagine what would
happen if S's daddy got a hold of it. ^_^  Does she
have a V-mobile too? 

3 April, 19XX

London, England

Dear Daddy,

	I had my first real, all-out battle a couple of

days ago. They

I only know of a few fathers who would be proud of
their daughters for this...most would be grounding
them til they were 65.

	Anyway, about the big battle. I went out in my

recently-updated

sailor fuku (Remember that one we used to fight off

the youma just

before Setsy-san bashed your head in? Well, I got

rid of the mask

Setsy-san?  *snicker*  I'd LOVE to see her say that to
Pluto's face. ^_^

and decided that since "Less is More" was coming

into style, a lot of

the material probably wasn't necessary, so I cut out

most of it below

Nah, just the stuff that protects you from certain
death, via whatever happens to be flying your way at
velocities that flip the bird at light on their way
by.  Hehehheheheh.

my lower-chest and mid-back to that white notch

above my skirt. I

think it looks good. It's kinda cold, though.) and

scouted out the

All the better for the fanboys, my dear. 

area. An army of undead-thingies came out of this

big flying saucer

and started going after the people. We--Sailor V and

I--tried

stopping them, but there were too many. The police

and everyone else

didn't stand a chance. In the end, we had to go

straight for the

leader: a huge, scary guy called "The Nausteemaun."

Sailor V's cat

Nausteemaun?  Well, the genre is littered with names
like Rita Repulsa, Ivan Ooze, and Mistress 9.  The bad
guys really cut corners when it comes to the naming
thing...maybe that's why they're the bad guys.  They
couldn't get over how screwed up their names really
were, and decided to take it out on the
universe...hey...I might have something here...

knew it was going to be trouble getting rid of him,

so the cat gave

me this neat weapon called the Crystal Wink Sword.

It's so cool! Its

energy makes my powers stronger, and, if I swing it

right, it can cut

through just about anything! I honestly think that

now, I could crush

Endymion's flimsy armor, if I put my mind to it. You

didn't like him,

<tASK> Yes, be a good girl and go kill that annoying
Tux boy for me, would you? I'll buy you some ice-cream
later and we can go watch the next Die Hard movie if
you do a good job! <Sailor S> Yay!  Ice cream!  *runs
waving her sword at TK, killing a few random
passerbyers in the process*  <tASK> A chip off the old
cosmic cube.

did you? I think he was kinda cute, but... Oh well.

Good girl. ^_^  There are all sorts of other men in
the world that I'm sure her father would approve
of...like Conan the Barbarian!

	I guess the point wasn't that I didn't beat

Nausteemaun. The

thing is that I went up against the "Great Eighth

Ruler of the

Horrid Chaos Dimension From Whence There Is No

Return" and made it

out okay. As a team, V and I stopped him. Just the

two of us.

Heh, having actual teamwork at play is almost
sacrilidgeous in a Sailor Moon story.  Good job. ^_^

	You know, it seems weird not being crowded and

contradicted

all the time. It's so different from what I was used

to. I'm really

starting to miss you.

	Anyway, Daddy, I just wanted to drop you a line and

let you

know that your cute, beautiful daughter is safe,

happy and healthy.

I hope you get this message.

So here's my question:  As your typical young woman,
who should be noticing boys, what sort of boys will
she be noticing, grab her interest, etc...just
curious, cause I had this mental image of her going
out on a date with a shirt reading "My daddy has
nukes!"...or her daddy showing said unlucky guy that
he had a nuke...and was going to use it should certain
rules not be met.  Heh.

	Don't worry, though. I'll come back someday, I

promise.

   Lotsa Love,
    Yours Truly,
      The Cute and Fluffy,
        Formerly Oneshot Warrior,
            For the Love of Beauty and Fashion,

                     Sailor Stylin'

				           OXOXOXOXOXOX

As I turn up the insulin flow up, having learned from
the last time I read a chapter of this. ^_^

	"Should I really tell him that?" the teenage girl

asked

herself. "It sounds so cliche!" Her lips fell into a

pout. "I hate

out-of-style, non-retro cliches..."

So...I'm curious as to what she would do when faced
with something that is both "in-style" but truly
horrid.

	Shuddering at the possibility of using an outdated

method, she

tore off the offending sheets, crumpled them up, and

tossed them over

her shoulder.

	The botched letter landed in a pile of similarly

unstylish

messages inscribed on processed, bleached, and inked

wood fibres

whose clutter currently concealed the wastebasket.

Enviroment friendly and child safe! ^_^

	"What would he like?" Lynne asked aloud again, her

face a mask

of complete and utter concentration. "What do you

think, Mister

Seal?" She looked into the sad eyes of a large

beanie babie, which

was made in the form of a baby harp seal, arguably

the most cute

and fluffy creature on the face of the Earth.

My Cthulhu plushy is pretty cute too, but I KNOW he's
just waiting for the right time to consume my soul
and/or drive me into the realms of insanity for which
there will be no return and all that. 

	The stuffed animal just stared at her wordlessly

with its

glassy little black eyes.

	The girl ran her fingers through her long, orange

hair while

continuing to think to herself aloud. "Daddy

overreacts most of the

time to everything, so how can I put it so he won't

take it in the

wrong way?" She took up her pen and started writing

again, speaking

aloud in a gruff voice, "Sweet Ol' Pops, I'm sorry I

had to duck out

on you, but I found lots of new opportunities to

blow things up real

good over here, where there isn't as much

competition from other

people trying to do the same thing. Bet you'll like

that, heh heh

heh!"

And if it wasn't for that simple complication in the
main story, he'd probably be over there just to cash
in on it. Heh.

---

Dear Mum and Dad,

	Hmmm, Mum and Dad. Isn't that how the English

usually put it?

Yes, I've spent some time here in England, and I'm

just loving it

to death! Kind of like my last hamster, actually,

but let's not go

into that again, okay? I learned my lesson, really!

Elmira? ^^

	This foreign exchange stuff is great! Here I met a

nice girl

that's from Japan, too. And she speaks perfect

English, just like

everyone else back home. Fancy that. Her name's

Lynne FaShawn, I

Yeah...fancy everyone in Japan speaking perfectly good
english...unless you're from the Cloverway Dubb, in
which case your voice director was french speaking,
but let's not get into that one.

think. She said she changed her name a couple of

times because the

old ones went out of style, so I can't be sure. All

in all, she's

a little nutty, but aren't we all? Did I just write

"all" three

times in rapid succession? Oh well. Save the trees,

kill the whales

Or maybe just kill em all.  Yyyyesssss!

and all. Did I just write "all" again?

	Getting my kitty through customs was quite a chore,

but I

managed. I stuffed him into the back of my coat. He

didn't complain

all that much. Besides, Artemis doesn't have that

many germs that

could cause problems across the border. If we'd gone

to Mongolia,

then we'd have had problems. We can't have the cats

eating all that

spiced Mongolian chicken, what with the insane

chicken malady going

Insane chicken? 

about. England's much safer. I'm glad there's no

insane cow sickness

going about here. Would you believe the hamburgers

here cost only

Mad Cow.  Heheheh.

about half a pound? That's not even one sixth of a

kilogram!

	Anyhew, the town got pretty badly messed up a

couple of days

ago, but I'm sure you all heard about the UFO and

the alien attack

on the news and read about it in the tabloids, so I

won't have to go

into that. Oh! And thanks for the extra money you

sent. Don't worry,

I'll spend it responsibly this time. I'll cut down

on the trips to

the gym and eat more ice cream.

How many daughters...hell, how many people in general
can honestly say they have that problem?

   Since Early,

            Mina


	The blonde put down her pen, folded up the page,

then took out

an envelope and stuffed her composition into it.

Taking out a bottle

of Elmer's, she idly glued it closed, spilling the

white fluid all

over the table in the process.

Only to find out she accidently got Elmer's crazy glue
instead of the usual stuff.

	"Ha-hah!" she whispered to herself in triumph. "I

don't HAVE

to taste the foul envelope-stickiness, not when I've

got my handy-

dandy bottle of glue!"

	A white cat on the floor looked up at the girl.

"Uh, Mina?"

he began in a confused manner.

	"What is it, Artemis?" Mina asked with the

slightest hint of

annoyance in her voice. "I am very, very, very busy

right now."

	"You could just use a _sponge_ if you don't want to

lick it,"

Artemis suggested.

Wow.  The Magical Girl lack of common sense even
extends to simple things. ^_^

	Mina frowned, then stared at the cat for a little

while. She

looked at the soggy envelope, then at the bottle of

glue, then back

at Artemis. "Er, of course! I knew that," she said

uncertainly.

	Artemis shrugged. "As long as it gets there, it's

fine, I

guess." He brightened a little. "But I think it's

great that you're

keeping in touch with your family. It reflects well

on you."

	"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Then the blonde paused,

remembering

something very important. "Oh, wait, this time I

don't need to write

letters, because..." With a dramatic flair, she

whipped out a

rectangular piece of plastic, about the size of a

credit card. "They

gave me a Special, International Five-Hundred-Minute

Calling

Card(tm)!"

Too bad those minutes tick by really quicklike.

	"'Ello, Mum," Mina greeted in an entusiastic

mockery of an

English accent. "'Ow's it been goin' with yew,

then?" After she

listened to the long, soft and angry response, she

frowned and

dropped the accent. "What do you mean 'it's the

middle of the night?'

I've got my clock right here. It's in the

afternoon!"

	The blonde bombshell laughed nervously to herself

while the

angry mutterings came through the line. "Oh, yeah!

Time zones.

That's right. That would explain why I've had this

sudden,

overwhelming urge to wear loose-fitting denum

trousers lately. Isn't

that what they call jet drag? You know," Mina used a

deep, Japanese

Samurai Warrior voice, "'jedt duuraghuu?'"

	On the floor, Artemis groaned and covered his head

with his

empty food bowl.

Probably a good thing he doesn't have the manipulatory
appendage to use a gun, or he'd have shot himself a
long time ago. Heheheh.

	"Sure, I can call you back when it's midnight

here," Mina

replied cheerfully to the weary voice on the phone,

which she hung

up in the next instant. "Ahh, I love talking to

Mom!" She rested

her face against a hand and slumped into a posture

that was certain

to cause back problems after couple of decades doing

it. "It's fun."

Eh, only if she doesn't keep up the exercises to
remain flexible.  And even if it still happens, she
can likely get it all healed up again by Hotaru,
Michiru, or even Usagi if I recall some of her powers
correctly.

	Artemis padded over to the trash can and fished out

the girl's

letter. "Mina, I think you might consider writing to

them anyway."

	The blonde looked down at him and blinked. "Why? I

can talk

to them directly, whenever I want to!" She thought

about that and

worked out some numbers on her fingers. "Well,

almost whenever I

want to. There's midnight to about ten O'clock. But

they're always

busy, except for Sundays and Tuesdays..."

	"It's nine hours difference," Artemis sighed. "If

you call

sometime in the morning, everything should be fine."

	"Oh." Mina nodded thoughtfully. "That's good to

know."

Note folks, she really is blonde.  

	Then the phone rang. Before it got finished with

the first

chime, the room's sole human occupant had already

picked it up.

"Dial M for Mina," she greeted in a feigned

professional voice, "what

can I do for you?"

	It was more or less at this point that a

split-screen phone

conversational scene would have been appropriate,

since the opinions

of both speakers would need to be considered. After

all, we wouldn't

want the viewers to be confused, would we?

But confusing readers and veiwers is fun!  I love to
mess with people's heads.  Like the evil amusement of
watching someone who hasn't seen End of Eva before
huddling under the coffee table going "Mommy, Mommy,
make the bad anime stopppppp!"

	"Hi, Mina!" Lynne chirped in her typical

overly-cheerful voice.

	"Hey, Lynne!" the blonde replied enthusiastically.

"I just

talked to my Mom. Isn't that great?"

	On the other side of the diagonally-split image of

the mind's

eye, Lynne nodded. "Families are the loving basis

off of which we can

draw support and guidance," she replied virtuously,

then squeaked

with a bright smile, "and they're great to go

shopping with!"

Need...more...insulin...too much girly...saccarine...

	"That they are," Mina agreed wholeheartedly. "So,

what can I

do ya for?" She leaned back and put her sneakers up

on the table,

her skirt splaying haphazardly down her thigh.

^__________^

	Artemis rolled his eyes and turned around. "Can be

tough living

with a girl all the time," he muttered.

Its okay to look.  In fact, it's mandatory! ^_^

	"Umm," Lynne fidgeted, "would you happen to know

how much

postage it would take to send a letter to Japan?"

	Mina frowned, casually glancing down at her cat,

who was

sweating. "What do I look like? A typewriter?"

	"I figured that, since you had family there too,

you'd know."

	Completely forgetting that Lynne couldn't see her,

the bubbly

blonde shrugged and watched Artemis start to tremble

while hunkering

down and clamping his paws over his eyes. Finally,

the cat gave up,

hopped onto the table, and spoke into the phone,

"You could ask the

people at the post office when you send the letter."

I never thought of that.  Being her partner must be
pure HELL for that poor cat. All that fanservice, and
he can't sit back and appreciate it. ^_^

	"Oh! Hi, Artemis! My, you've got good ears!" Lynne

greeted,

then paused, considering his suggestion while she

paused to consult

all of her stuffed animals. "That's a good idea,

isn't it?"

I don't suppose they'd have figured out that it might
be a good idea for the girl to move in with Minako and
Artemis, especially with what is described below.

	Mina reached down and grabbed Artemis by the back

of his

neck and lifted him up to stare into his eyes.

"Artemis, what are

you doing?!"

	"I was just going to suggest that maybe you two

could go

together to the post office to send your letters to

your families

and everything," the feisty feline said easily.

	Mina looked like she decided to accept that. "All

right."

She put him down. "You're such an unruly thing, you

know?"

<Artemis> I could say a lot about you too, considering
you just showed me everything you got. 

	Artemis shrugged.

	On her side of the split-screen conversation, Mina

sat up

straight and spoke into the phone. "Tell ya what,

Lynne... Let's

go to the post office together and drop off our

letters. We'll

ask how much it costs over there."

	"That sounds good," Lynne agreed. "In style, even!"

Common sense usually is.  Usually...not always though.

	"Yup!"

	Having looked a bit concerned throughout the entire

scene,

Lynne pursed her lips, then glanced back at her

stuffed animals.

After a moment, she asked, "Umm, Mina?"

	"Yeah?"

	"Have you ever been really alone--I mean, have you

ever tried

talking to yourself and no one says anything?"

	Mina laughed wryly. "Not really. I've always had

Mom and Dad,

and since I've been traveling, Artemis never seems

to want to close

his mouth." She glared down at him suspiciously. "I

wouldn't mind

so much if he'd actually say something useful, like

maybe telling

us EXACTLY HOW MANY BAD GUYS WE'RE UP AGAINST???"

She directed her

capitalized words at her cat.

BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!

	Artemis grinned sheepishly, and wandered off to the

window

sill. "I'm not quite sure myself," he whispered in a

soft voice to no

one in particular.

<Minako>  A generally rough estimate based upon
whatever feelings you might have would be more than
adequate.
<Artemis>  Stop talking out of character.
<Minako> Oh damn!

	"I miss not having anyone to talk to," Lynne

admitted wistfully.

"It'd be nice to have someone like Artemis around

when we're not

fighting anyone together."

	"Ah-hah! That's what local phone calls are for,

girlfriend!"

	"Yeah, I guess so... But still, I'd like to have

some cute,

sweet, cuddly, furry, lovable, huggable..."

Her boyfriend is going to be this big hulking lug of a
science geek that bench presses a few tons in his off
time, isn't he?

	Mina raised an eyebrow as she tried to apply the

continuing

string of adjectives to Artemis.

	Lynne took a breath and went on, "Fuzzy, fluffy,

puffy animal

to hug and talk to." She sighed, looking at one of

her plush toys.

"You know what I want? A seal. A cute little harp

seal."

	Mina chuckled at that. "That'd sure be something!"

Is that an ill wind blowing...or is that the cackle of
a truly evil author?

	Meanwhile, sitting in a small dog house somewhere

in central

Wyoming, a harp seal groaned in utter depression as

he felt Destiny

calling upon him.

	He poked his head out of the doorway and glanced to

his left

down the endless stretch of pointlessly and

meaninglessly constructed

highway that led into the mountains. To his right,

stretching into

the flat plains, he saw something exactly the same,

yet different: a

road that disappeared into the horizon and around

the curvature of

the Earth.

	"Oh dear," the cute thing moaned in a low, agonized

voice, then

bit off the chain hooked to his neck, ripped off the

collar, and

waddled forward into the endless grassland before

him. "This is going

to be ever so depressing..."

That girl is going to be the death of him...well, not
really, but he's going to wish for it a lot, isn't he?
^_^

---

	Ahh, Jolly Olde Englande! It's a well-known fact

that London

offers the visitor amazing panoramas, intriguing

history,

architectural wonders and buildings of great world

historical

importance. Taking a sightseeing tour is a great way

of getting your

bearings and seeing a great deal of London in one

go.

	Oh, sure, the first day Mina had arrived, she

wasted no time in

seeing all there was to see. Then, after recovering

from severe

exhaustion, she went on to examine what looked to be

the most fun

Heheheh

and went back to see it in greater detail. So, in

her first week, she

found some fun and fascinating things to do in

London town.

	Touring the studios of the world-famous BBC

Television Centre

was nice, Mina thought. Coming face to face with

sharks at that one

aquarium and riding the observation wheels was

pretty fun, too. Even

facing the torture chambers in London's most

notorious dungeons was

rather exciting, as well. In fact, when it came to

art galleries or

She's the one with that light whip...err...chain.
^_________^

	Long ago, before cleanliness and soap was invented,

the people

of England used rivers, streams, streets, and the

heads of young,

plucky, well-dressed nobles in lieu of an

underground sewer system.

So, are they full of shit, or just shit heads? 

	Mina wasn't so sure about that. Far from drinking

it, she

didn't even want to smell it. That last part was

what she was

currently trying to avoid. With both hands clasped

over her nose and

mouth, she struggled to block out a scent that

new-age capitalists

would never dare to call anything but the smell of

progress. Below

her, the fetid water squelched at the bridge

foundations,

threatening to eat away the supports.

Hey, as long as you can actually smell a rotting and a
bit of the blue-green algae, there is hope for your
water.  It means things can live in it if that stuff
is there...not that you'd want to be around it mind
you...it DOES smell about as bad as the sulfur pits in
Yellowstone.

	While it was true that the energetic orange-haired

girl

strolled quickly toward her friend, her movements

demonstrated a

grace that often takes years of flight training in

an aviary or off

the edge of a steep cliff to obtain. Therefore, it

would have been

proper to say that Lynne glided up to stand in a

confident posture

before Mina, bowing slightly with her arms behind

her back as if

presenting herself as a lady in waiting before a

queen or princess.

Nice description.

	Wordlessly, Mina handed Lynne her bag, cat and all,

then turned

around and gazed over the railing. She leaned

downward and her face

went pale. Her throat spasmed a few times as

something from earlier

in the morning expressed its sincere desire to make

itself known to

the world once more.

Good shit, eh? ^_^  Well...maybe a bad choice of words
there, heh.

	Lynne tilted her head and blinked at her friend,

apparently

perplexed at the reason for such an odd action. Then

her eyes lit

up. "Oh! I remember this one. Daddy never really had

any use for it.

It means... What does it mean?" Artemis waving the

air around his

nose gave her the clue she needed. She too sniffed

the air. "Ewww,

yuck!" She forced a grimace. It was a little

artificial. "Why don't

they clean this place up?!"

Must be nice not to have a sense of smell.  Course
that means she can't taste either, or can't taste very
much but the 4 basic ones.  Or is it an optional thing
with her?

	Then, just as Mina finally started making progress

on her quest

for delivery from her gastronomical burden, a

heavyset man in a black

shirt, brown trousers and a grey cap ran by, shoving

Lynne aside and

knocking the blonde over the railing.

	"URK!" Mina choked, her shock overcoming, for the

moment, her

urge to purge. While she fell, her left hand

instinctively went out

and caught the lower edge of the bridge.

	"Hey!" Lynne stumbled slightly before regaining her

balance.

"That's not right!"

	"Mina!" Artemis cried.

	"Stop, in the name of the BMBP!" a brunette in a

blue police

<Robin Williams> Yes, in England no one is armed, so
if you're caught commiting a crime, they'll say "STOP!
 Or I'll say stop again!"

	A woman beside him shrugged. "Strange Japanese

tourists going

bungee jumping off a short bridge in skirts, I'd

imagine..." The

tourists mumbled amongst themselves in general

agreement as they

discussed the situation.

Into a toxic river...riggghhhtt...typical of an
American tourist.

	"The fuku's just for show," Lynne noted. "And so's

the business

of shouting out my attack names." At her friend's

raised eyebrow, she

hastily added, "I mean, it wouldn't be proper not

to, but it's just

a lot of concentration and energy manipulation,

right?" Realizing the

paradox resulting from her friend having asked that

sort of question,

she blinked, folded her arms, and tilted her head

quizzically at the

blonde. "You mean it isn't the same for you?"

	"Not exactly," Mina breathed.

Or maybe she hasn't tried it yet.  Heh.

	Mina cracked her joints. "Oh yeah, and besides,

I've gotta show

'em for trying to knock me into that stinking, dirty

river!" She

wrinkled her nose and, finding as concealed a spot

on the open bridge

as possible, she whipped out her pen. "Moon Power,

Transform!"

	"Moon?" Lynne mused, putting a finger to her cheek.

"She seems

more like a Venus to me." Shrugging that off, she

struck an artistic

pose, even though nobody except for Artemis was

watching. "Stylin'

Fashion Power, Make Up!"

Why is Venus using that transformation phrase, anyway?

	In a flurry of ribbons, blazing stars, glowing

skin, and

acrobatic stunts, their outfits started to form.

Sailor S's figure-

hugging upper and lower white suit sections appeared

first, leaving

her midriff uncovered. Next, the red sailor-collar

blazed together

about her neck and shoulders, followed by her blue

skirt and pink

ribbons. Elbow-length white gloves and short

designer boots came

next, and a tiara with a stylized S at the forehead

shimmered into

place over her brow.

	To complete the ensemble, the Crystal Wink Sword

shimmered

into view on her back in its diagonally-placed,

gem-studded

scabbard. The crescent-shaped hilt of the weapon

peeked over her

left shoulder.

	Sailor V's sequence was much more utilitarian:

stars and

stripes revolved around her, forming all of her red,

white and blue

sailor suit in one fell swoop.

mmm...neked Senshi transformation sequences...^;;^

	His resolve beginning to fail him, Artemis turned

away. He

determined to take a long, cold bath later that

evening.

It's not going to help!  It'll only make it much
worse! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  It's a wonder how the poor
guy remains sane getting regular eyefuls of female
pulchritude.  Then again, you'd think he'd be
desensitised to it by this point...or maybe not.  

Oh, one thing I've been noting is that Sailor S is
diversifying her power considerably in this series of
yours.  Both with the ability you show below, the
Crystal Wink Sword, and her inherent energy
manipulation capabilities.  This puts her at a
superior advantage both tactically and power level
wise in reference to her partner.  My question is, is
Venus going to be able to either augment herself or
diversify herself as well, in this fic of yours, in
order to keep it more of a partnership, rather than
one eclipsing the other?

	"Stylin'!" Sailor S announced, striking yet another

in her

long list of poses.

	"V for Victory," Sailor V added, not one to be left

out for

peppy phrases. Hearing the continued scream of the

policewoman's

whistle, she said, "Let's go get 'em!"

	Stylin' slapped a fist into her open palm, her

sword-hand

looking a bit itchy. "All right!"

I don't know about you, but I'm scared. ^_^

---

	"I say: STOP!" Katrina of the BMBP cried as she

continued to

pursue the criminal.

Or I'll say stop again! ^_^

	Katrina drew her billy club and did her best to

look menacing.

Her flattering dress uniform and her soprano British

accent wasn't

Nope.  Does wonders to make her sound cute though.

	The large man started to laugh, his hands reaching

closer to

the girl's neck, and he began to glow. His laugh

turned into an

agonized, yet gleeful chortling noise.

	When the light vanished, in the man's place stood a

gaunt,

green beast with green, leathery skin, red, glowing

eyes, eight-inch-

long razor-sharp teeth, and scythe-like claws. To

top that off, it

had horns and other spiky devices extending from its

head, neck, and

legs.

Cool.  A Zoanoid.

	The toddler cried even louder in fright.

	The green beast continued to chuckle evilly,

holding a sharp

blade to the girl it held while advancing forward.

	"Oh dear," Katrina whispered, her eyes wide.

	"Crescent Beam, SMASH!"

	All of the sudden, a column of light flared

downward,

punching through the monster's shoulder, severing

the nerves that

connected its left side to its central nervous

system. The beam

continued frying all the way through its body to its

leg, which

exploded in a spray of foul-smelling scorched ichor.

Wouldn't it cauterize?

	"Sailor V Kick!" Fluidly leaping into a somersault,

V dove

face-first off the building, then spun into a kick.

Her cumulative

velocity drove the toe of her right slipper into the

beast's neck.

The impact not only shattered all of its neck

vertebrae; the

reverberation also cracked its skull and destroyed

what remained of

its circulatory system.

One thing I think several people have noted, is if you
watch your oponent long enough, and note they shout
their attacks before they do them, then you have time
to develop and implement a counter, which is a bad
thing of course.  One wonders why the bad guys don't
use such knowledge more often, but then again, most
REALLY need a few years of studying the evil
overlord's manual.

	In same movement, Sailor V caught the hostage,

twirled around

in the air for a moment, and landed softly, facing

away from Katrina.

What music were you listening to at this rather cool
scene?

	Without so much of a cry of "Lovely," "Refresh,"

"Beautiful,"

or even "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH,"

the devastated

beast groaned weakly while it melted into a pile of

ash.

Probably hard to talk when most of your innards are
now  your outards.

	Sailor V released the toddler, who spun around to

look at her

rescuer, and beamed, "Thank you!"

Good thing the girl wasn't in catatonic shock or
anything like that.

	In a flash of faint red light, another young woman

appeared

alongside V. Katrina recalled Sailor S from the

recent news reports.

No one could easily forget _that_ outfit.

	S had her sword out, looking ready for any sort of

fight that

might come her way. "Okay, where is he?!"

	"I got 'em," V announced, not without a hint of

pride. She

kicked at the pile of dust by her feet. "He turned

into a monster,

so I guess Artemis got it right this time."

	Unseen by the two warriors for Love, Justic,

Beauty, and

Fashion, the pile pulsed, then melted into a puddle

of goo before

beginning to expand.

With Stock t-1000 or Odo special effects. Heheheh.

	"My, that certainly was a shock," Katrina noted.

The two

sailor-suited girls turned toward her. She smiled

pleasantly. "Ah,

the famous mistresses S and V. Thank you ever so

much for taking care

of that villain for us. I thought he just wanted to

avoid paying a

parking ticket--how odd he would turn out to be a

monster."

	Without missing a beat, S sheathed her sword and

struck a pose.

"Fear not, brave law-enforcement official! Fighting

evil isn't just

She's not going to raise that one day and shout "I
HAVE THE POWER!" is she? 

our profession of choice; it's in style!" Not

noticing how the dusted

monster seemed to be regenerating, she turned toward

V. "The area

seems secure. We can probably leave now."

	V nodded. "Nothing else to do here, really." She

flashed the

V for victory sign and started to swing around, but

was stopped by

Katrina.

Normally I'd harp on the fact that you really
shouldn't leave your opponent without putting a bullet
in its head, but in this case, this thing gave all the
signs of being defeated and dead, and you don't get
much deader than turning to ash all things considered.
 So yeah, in this case they were perfectly justified
in stating something like "Nothing else to do here." 

Too bad Mr. Murphy don't give a whit about what's
justified or not.  After all, you should never EVER
dare the universe to outdo itself.  ^_^

	The policewoman held up a hand and said, "Wait!

We've been

looking for you. We need your help!"

	That caught the girls' attention.

	"You do?" S asked, her eyes lighting up. Below her,

the

monster's newly reformed eyes snapped open and a

claw shot out of the

goo, grabbing her ankle.

	Katrina nodded and turned around, motioning for the

two to

follow. "Oh, yes," she whispered to V. "According to

our information,

you were the ones who stopped the extraterrestrial

assault on Monday,

weren't you?"

	The youma pulled Sailor Stylin's feet out from

under her,

smacked her hard to the ground and clasped its

unclawed hand to her

neck. "Urk!" the orange-haired girl choked.

	V smiled in thought while she and Katrina started

to walk away

from S. "Yeah. They put up SOME fight, let me tell

you." She paused.

"How did you know about that?"

Often the old gags are best. ^_^

	The youma lifted the struggling girl off the ground

and slammed

her down against its jagged knee in an effort to

snap her in two.

	"MMMH!" S grimaced when a short spike bit into her

back, but

her innate flexibility helped guard her spinal

column from serious

damage.

	"One of our officers was filming nearby," Katrina

added,

turning her English-bred manners on full blast. She

proceeded to

explain the quality of Goode Olde British law

enforcement. "It's a

very long tradition, you see..."

<J from Men In Black> KKKKKKKKKKKK!

	With a grunt of effort, Sailor S brought up a free

hand and

smacked it against the monster's cheek. The strike

generated a very

sharp noise, rather like the crack of a very large

and powerful whip.

Just imagine if she'd punched it, or done an open hand
knife chop.

Moreover, the impact sent the beast reeling backward

and, at the same

time, forced it to let go of her. A dark,

hand-shaped mark appeared

on its cheek.

	S tumbled away, landing on a knee. She crossed her

arms in

front of her chest, her irises glowing with hidden

power. "Stylin',"

she whispered in a deadly voice, "Victoria's Secret

Strike!" She

Don't know what she's talking about, because Victoria
don't have many secrets left. ^_^

	Like a good, albeit a bit small, set of chainmail

armor, S's

well-designed silky outfit deflected the cutting

power of her enemy's

weapon. However, the force still knocked her down.

She fell flat on

her back and hit her head against the pavement. Her

concentration

broken for the moment, the monster's new set of

lingerie vanished.

See, this is why the Senshi really need to invest in
full body armor or something of that nature.  Had this
thing attacked her mid section, it'd have been all
over.

	Enraged and not missing a beat, the spiky youma

grabbed S by

the leg and started swinging her around, slamming

her into the

tops of several nearby cars, denting each of them

seriously.

Heheheheh

	"Have you been working with Sailor S for very

long?" Katrina

asked, neither she nor V noticing the battle going

on behind them.

	V shook her head. "No, but we've been doing pretty

good so

far."

	"Owww! Oooh! Eeeegh!" S yelped with each impact.

Finally,

the monster held her up in front of her and slashed

at her

midsection. The girl sucked in her unprotected tummy

a little to

avoid having it sliced open for her. "Eeeek!"

Case in point.

	Regaining her composure, S reached over her left

shoulder and

unsheathed the Crystal Wink Sword. In a smooth

motion, she lopped

off the beast's head before it could react. In the

same combination,

she proceeded to impale it in the heart, slice off

the arm that

held her, and bisect it vertically, straight down

the middle.

As cool as that sound, impaling the heart sounds
almost contridictory to the slicing motions I see her
performing in this set of movements.  She'd have to
thrust in, then pull out, then proceeds to start the
hack and slash, which to me, seems to disrupt the flow
and rythm of her dancelike evisceration.

	The monster's head, agape in shock, melted into a

pile of

dust, as did the rest of the monster's remains.

	Katrina tried to think of something else she could

say to

help break the ice. "So, do you two have secret

identities, or are

you on call all the time?"

	"Nah, we're on call all the time," V boasted.

<V> Except from 8 to 3 when we have to go to school. 
Then it wouldn't be a good time.  Or any night I have
a test...or a date! ^_^

	"I beat you, so your powers are mine," S whispered

at the

dust, looking rather miffed. She held out her hand

toward the dust

and scrunched her face down in concentration. The

ashes disappeard,

and in their place formed a greenish, eight-sided

crystal with a

glowing sphere in the center. The gem floated toward

her chest and

vanished, absorbed into her body.

<S> You're brother's soul is mine!  You will be next!
*points at all the Youma who run away screaming*

Heh, I've been playing Soul Reaver 2 and Blood Omen 2.
 There is a lot of power and soul stealing in those
games...which is really fun if you're into that sort
of thing.  Not quite as visceral in the imagery
department, is the Rockman series, which also does
this sort of thing, but you probably know that
already.

	"Do you fight shapeshifting monsters very much?"

Katrina

prodded.

<V> There's any other kind?

	V nodded. "I've been doing it for quite a while

now."

	Sailor S, disheveled with her hair and ribbons

messed up,

struck a sloppy victory pose with her weapon held

aloft. The Crystal

Wink Sword gleamed and flared in the sunlight.

God help us all if she watches the Blade movies.

	Relaxing and sheathing her weapon, the girl felt a

new power

flow through her. Her clothes shifted slightly. Her

two-piece red,

white, and blue sailor suit turned to emerald

shades, her shoulder-

guards elongated down her arms slightly. Yellow

flowers appeared in

her hair and a few green vines weaved themselves

into her bangs. Her

short boots became embossed by images of trees,

flowers, and other

things of nature.

	Katrina tilted her head at the small--but very

brave--blonde.

"How about Sailor S? Is she any good at fighting?"

	V shrugged. "She's okay, and can always use a

little help."

That sentence is a bit weird.  Does she mean that she
can use a little help, or that S could always use a
bit of help?  When people actually talk, they never
get their sentences right constantly, but this one
seems a bit...ambiguous I guess.  Then again, neither
V nor Katrina caught it, so it's that big a deal.

	When the transformation was complete, Stylin'

smiled broadly.

	In a swirl of green and pink light under her skin,

the puncture

wound on her back disappeared.

	"I got Stylin' Cosmetic/Theraputic Healer!" the

girl beamed,

pleased with herself. "Daddy would be so proud--I

copied my first

power!" She hopped up and down.

Copied?  More like absorbed.  Heh.

Hope she doesn't absorb anything she doesn't want to,
or has any really bad side effects.  Like needing
blood and sunlight sensitivity in return for increased
strenght and stamina.

	When her abrasions and bruises finished repairing

themseves,

she caused her old outfit to reappear by an act of

will. "Now I can

use it whenever I've got a cut or scrape. I don't

have to wait so

long for it to get better." She clapped her hands

for joy. "I'm so

happy!"

GAAHHH!!!  Too much! ^___^  Can't pump the insulin
fast enough!

	Katrina realized that she needed to figure out who

was

commanding the team, if she were to ask for any

help. She turned

around to face V and S. The second girl had just

caught up with them,

taking up a position beside her friend. "Who, may I

ask, shall I speak

to as the leader of your team?"

	S took an exhausted breath, and proudly pointed at

V. "She's the

leader. I'm still learning."

	The blonde shook her head. "No, we're a real team.

We help

each other out."

	"But you're a better fighter," S protested,

stretching out her

recently-exercised arm.

	"You usually get on the scene faster," V retorted,

holding up

a score-card she had been keeping for their response

times.

	S touched her ginger locks. "You've got prettier

hair!"

	"You've got the neater outfit."

	"But yours is always in style!" S looked down and

frowned at

her short skirt. "Mine needs to be updated all the

time."

Heh, just feed em ice cream and point em in the
direction of any evil nasties that come along. 
They'll figure it out.

	Katrina nodded in approval of the duo. It was truly

refreshing

to see a pair of superheroines that got along so

well. She put her

arm around V's shoulders and started to lead her

away. "Would you

mind accompanying me to the station? We have

something that could

use your expert care." To herself, she added. "After

all, Green

Lantern hasn't been heard of for ages. Probably

dropped his power

ring down the sink or some such nonsense..."

<Spectre> And the new guy is never going to live that
down if I have anything to say about it.

	"Nice setup," S commented, examining a terminal as

they entered.

"It kind of reminds me of Daddy's place. Except for

the officers all

over the place. It's kind of lonely back home.

Except for the robots.

And the holograms. But then again, with Daddy there,

I could never be

lonely."

In NETTG, I don't recall any scenes with this girl in
it.  I suspect I missed a few, but in the main story,
will you be going back and defining their relationship
somewhat?

	"So, what does the BMBP do, anyway?" V asked.

	"Why, we're the British Motor Boat Police, of

course. Who

protects Britain from invasion? We do!" Katrina's

smile broadened at

the others' confused expressions, while she led them

to the briefing

room. "Yes, well, we bought surveillance equipment

instead of more

boats, and accepted pay cuts so we could hire more

investigators and

put in more television sets. We mustn't have

smugglers on Britain's

soil. What would the rest of Europe say?"

Rrriiiggghhhhtttt...

	Katrina whispered to the man that looked like the

police chief,

who turned and greeted the two heroines on their way

in. "Sailor V

and Sailor S, I presume?"

	The two girls nodded in agreement.

Agreement?  Or in acknowledgment?  Unless he was
pointing at them or nodding toward them, when he said
their names, I'm not sure the word 'agreement' is the
right one to use there.

	The bearded police chief cleared his throat, his

moustache

moving as he did. "Absolutely smashing! Ladies, we

of the BMBP have

a mission for you, should you choose to accept it."

<S> As long as the message don't self destruct after
it's delivered!  That would ruin my stylish new
outfit!

	"Really?" S whispered to the blonde. "What

happened?"

	"I'll tell you later," V replied quietly. "For now,

let's just

say I had a couple of bad relationships."

Were those the friends that sort of...betrayed her
feelings or something?  I can't recall the exact
circumstances or situation that I've heard refered to
in many places in reference to the Sailor V manga.

	Katrina shot V a disarming smile. "I say, could the

two of you

be a dear and pop down to the BBC and ask that

monster to vacate the

premises? That would be _ever_ so lovely."

I'm sure it'll be just that easy too. Heh.

	"If she's draining energy," V muttered, "she's

probably pretty

charged up by now..."

	"Time's a-hipping," S added.

	"A squeeze of lime saves time," V quoted.

	"No presents are like the time!"

	"She who hesitates is boss!"

	"You're on!"

That was...that was just sad of them. ^_^  But in a
good way.

	"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant the way she found

those

two," Chief added to himself. Something occurred to

him. "Now if

she'd have told me why she was wearing her dress

uniform to

work. There weren't any large public events

scheduled for today..."

Heh, that is a good question.  Can't wait to see the
answer. 

&&&[Done.]

And now, once again, here we are with.............

Sailor Stylin's Tip For the Day!!!!!!!!! Hip-hip

hooraaaaay!

cringe-twitch!)

ARGH!!! x_x

Fortunately playing unreal allows me to respawn
usually, but damn man...that one was really bad. ^_^

(Scene of Lynne thougtfully writing a letter)

"Some people like to stay in contact with their

family members."

(Scene of Mina holding away the phone at arm's

length while

a whole bunch of shouting comes through)

"Even though others might not appreciate the effort

quite as

much as we do, it's important to keep trying."

(Scene of a tall guy with pink hair scratching his

head as he

reads a long letter with detailed manga-style

sketches of Sailor

V and Sailor Stylin' drawn throughout the margins)

It's his daughter...must be universal that parents
don't understand their kids.  Even ones who had his
unique history.

"Because even though some of us might not get home

as much as we

like..."

(Scene of a white seal waddling up to and staring

forlornly at

a sign that reads, "Now exiting Wyoming State

Limits. Welcome

to Utah!" The animal slumps to the ground, highly

depressed)

Heheheheheheheheheheheheheh, it's only going to get
worse if these chapters are any indication.

"And a lot of us do travel..."

(Scene of a French fashion show with Sailors S and V

participating,

with Katrina watching and applauding, quite

impressed)

Mmmmm...V in skimpy clothing...

*sigh*  Really, there is just something unhealthy
about being a fanboy to a fictional girl in skimpy
clothing, who can't be much more than 16. ^^

"So we have to stay on top of things, like Fashion

at home and

Styles abroad!"

(Scene of Lynne staring, aghast in complete and

utter horror at

a new line of pant-suits in 1960s pastel colors)

Case in point on the fasion that is absolutely horrid,
yet in style. 

"Because if we don't, we might have to end up

wearing something

unstylish!"

(Scene of Stylin' kneeling down and executing her

"Victoria's Secret

Strike" attack)

"And that's my tip for the day! Tee-hee!"

(Ending credit music to Jennifer Love Hewitt's "My

Only Love...")

So, how was that for a cute lil' filler chapter?

Think it needs more sugar? ^_^

Dude, you should bottle and sell this stuff.  You
could corner the market on every other company's sugar
production in no time flat. ^_^

I originally had in mind a Stylin'-oriented story

with mostly action

sequences, but the poll let me know that people want

mostly equal

proportions of both girls (especially since Minako

didn't quite get

as much attention in the Sailor Moon series as most

would have liked),

with WAFFy stuff AND action stuff. This has been

most educational.

And quite a nice story I might add.

As it stands, all I have to ask are what would

people like to see

in the villain for the next chapter.

On a scale of intelligence, from 1 to 10, what do

you want?

1 = A competent villain with plans, traps, minions,

and, most

importantly, a shot at winning.
10 = A tragically, comically stupid monster that has

really no idea

what she's doing.

Usually the main guy is about a 5, but there is always
the bumbling side kick who is a 10...and then there
are those one or 2 subordinates who are the real 1s. 
I'm not entirely sure myself.

And, for strength and combat skill, what would you

prefer?

1 = Something a seasoned Ranma character would have

trouble taking out.

10 = Mokona could grease the thing.

I dunno, considering what Mokona is in the MKR Manga,
that's not so far fetched.  Heh, I'd say something to
test their skills, maybe cause a small power jump in
them, but nothing too earth shattering...at least not
yet.  It's too soon for that.

Anyway, I hope this little bit helps ya out.  It was a
helluva filler chapter, saccarine included.  Tasted so
good, I was swallowing even after I probably should
have stopped. ^_^  Not really anything worth
mentioning on the technical side.  It did cause me to
ask a few questions I hope are helpful to you as well.
 Most of the rest was just the occasional whiticism
that came to mind as I read it.

Great story man!

K'thardin
"One shall stand, one shall fall."
	-Optimus Prime

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