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May 26 2017, 02:34 PM
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<div class=sunae><img src="http://i1152.photobucket.com/albums/p490/lysunae/gifmakoto/makorei-mad.gif"><p style="color: #669933; float: right; text-align: right; font-size: 20px;"><span style="font-size: 11px;">just keep on</span><BR>keeping &middot; o n</I></B><br><span style="font-size: 11px;">calling Rei Hino</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: right; color: green; font-style: italic; font-size: 10px; line-height: 9px;">- I try not to hold on to what is gone -<BR>- I try to r i g h t what is w r o n g -<BR>- I try to keep on keeping on -</p>
<p style="background-color: #d5e2b9; font-family: courier new, courier, monaco, monospace; text-indent: 0; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 15px; padding: 2px;">Hey Rei. It's Makoto.</p>
<p style="background-color: #d5e2b9; font-family: courier new, courier, monaco, monospace; text-indent: 0; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 15px; padding: 2px;">Look who's back with the gang!!</p>
<p style="background-color: #d5e2b9; font-family: courier new, courier, monaco, monospace; text-indent: 0; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 15px; padding: 2px;">Can we meet up sometime? I didn't really get to know you last time. Gotta fix that!</p>
<p>It was time. Ami and Minako had located her within the camps, and she'd reached to make sure their princess was okay, so it was long past time to reunite with their last member.</p>
<p>For sure, Makoto felt bad about not reaching out to Rei sooner. In her defense, she hadn't had a communicator until Minako dropped by to give her one. Without a phone or know-how where anyone lived, she'd been pretty dead in the water for reuniting with her team. Even with that, though&mdash;even if all other conditions had been ideal&mdash;Rei... well. Rei made her... kind of nervous?</p>
<p>It wasn't a big deal. She knew that Rei was just a normal girl, or as normal as any of the senshi were. But Rei was also kind of... well, posh. A classically beautiful, well-dressed miko and student at a <I>private school</I>, who'd been reading fire and working at a shrine when Makoto was playing in the dirt and getting into fights at school&mdash;Makoto couldn't help but feel a little rough around the edges next to Rei. Plus, at least she'd gone to school with Usagi and Ami, and Minako had a way of making everyone feel at ease. Rei, on the other hand, was in a class of her own.</p>
<p>Makoto did not like feeling intimidated by someone. Especially over something so stupid. She knew in her heart of hearts that Rei was probably not as perfect as she appeared&mdash;nobody was&mdash;so she had to kick this bullshit, and fast. Luckily, she was very good at kicking things.</p>
<p>The only thing that made her reach out to Rei via their communicators rather than marching over to her shrine was needing to know which shrine it was. The Tokyo area was not exactly short on shrines, after all, and she knew that Rei went to a different school, so she could live anywhere. Hell, it was possible her shrine was even shut down. So Makoto made herself wait for a response before she packed up a few pastries left over from work that day and headed over.</p>
<p>Makoto wasn't as spiritual as many, but she was still familiar with basic customs, and she wasn't about to disrespect Rei's shrine. Reaching the torii, she bowed before taking the side path in. Stopping by the chozuya, she cleansed her hands and mouth before heading in the rest of the way and looking around for her friend. There were more people than she was accustomed to seeing at a shrine outside of a special holiday, but then again, that could be said for all of Tokyo. So much of the city was inaccessible that people had to gather where they could.</p>
<p>Seeing a flash of red disappear around a corner, she headed toward it. <B>"Rei?"</B> she called out as she followed, hoping it was her friend's hakama that she was stalking and not someone else who might take offense at being followed.</p>
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<p>True to Makoto's word, they reached the building in short order. Makoto habitually checked out the structure, frowning as she saw ivy creeping higher than it had been this morning. She hoped the building wouldn't become contaminated too soon: her last building had fallen after only three weeks there, and she didn't look forward to moving again.</p>
<p>Overall, the once-proud, modern hotel looked to be in fairly decent condition&mdash;at least on the outside. Several of the windows had been busted out from god knows what sort of past incidents, but structurally, it was sound. The inside, however, was another story entirely. Most of the small rooms, their small sizes intended for one or two travelers on a very temporary basis, were now crammed with four to eight people. All of the clean beauty was long gone, replaced by mildew, dirt, and the ever-pervailing stench of body odour due to spotty water service and lack of regular showers for so many people. Piles of refuse lay scattered around, halfheartedly shoved into corners or along walls. Children who were kept home from school by their parents sat huddled together, looking scared, tired, and hungry from insufficient food and lack of ample bedding. Even more tired adults were milling around hopelessly, resigned to life in filth with no end to the dreary misery in sight.</p>
<p>A couple of the kids got up when they saw her, crowding close out of curiosity. <B>"Who's this, neechan?"</B> some asked; others, <B>"Did you bring anything to eat?"</B></p>
<p>Unslinging her bag, Makoto pulled out the snacks she'd thrown in before their departure from the communal hall. <B>"This is Minako. Be nice to her, okay? She's a friend. An <I>actual</I> friend,"</B> she explained with a tight smile. They'd had problems in the past with teenagers coming in under the guise of looking for somewhere safe to stay, only to wake up and find that they'd stolen food or clothes and taken off during the night. <B>"We were mostly making soup today, so I couldn't bring much back, but here's some curry bread for everyone. Careful, Yurika&mdash;that one's got cheese. Here, have this matcha roll instead."</B></p>
<p><B>"Can you show us how to do the spinning kick thing again?"</B> Yurika asked as she accepted the matcha roll without fuss, putting the cheese bread back; she was lactose intolerant, so Makoto was always careful about what she gave her.</p>
<p>Makoto smiled. <B>"Sure, but it'll have to be a little later. Minako-chan and I need to talk for a while, okay?"</B></p>
<p><B>"Okay!"</B> the kids chorused, content with their meager snacks for now. Any little bit helped.</p>
<p>Once her bag was emptied, Makoto led Minako to the stairwell. <B>"The lift stopped working before I got here,"</B> she explained apologetically. <B>"We don't get much power as it is, and I heard that someone cut the power cables to conserve the electricity that we do get. Most of the families with grandparents or babies are down on the first couple of levels. I'm up on the ninth."</B> She felt like she should apologize for the conditions of the building, but then again, that seemed shallow, too. They obviously had much bigger problems at stake, and she was sure that Minako could relate. It was just her inner hostess pitching a fit.</p>
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<tr><td><p style="text-transform: none;">In the six months since now-15 year old Makoto played princess in what was meant to be an innocent show, her life has been turned upside down.</p>
<p style="text-transform: none;">Her apartment was one of the first to fall. Her phone quickly lost power. Cut off from her friends, she wound up in the camps. School felt pointless now, so she began volunteering in the communal halls by day, serving up food to hungry people; by night, she patrolled the infected areas as Sailor Jupiter, rescuing foolhardy civilians and fighting down any monsters she comes across.</p>
<p style="text-transform: none;">Our resident Xena: Warrior Princess is eager to be reunited with her fellow senshi. Despite the circumstances, she hasn't lost hope: hope that they'll protect their princess, hope that they'll defeat the enemy, and hope that she'll still one day see her own dreams become a reality.</p>
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<B>Gender:</B> Female (she/her)<BR>
<B>Height:</B> 5' 6"<BR>
<B>Birthday:</B> 05 December<BR>
<B>Zodiac:</B> Sagittarius<BR>
<B>Blood type:</B> O<BR>
<B>Favourite colour:</B> Pink<BR>
<B>Hobby:</B> Bargain-hunting<BR>
<B>Favourite gemstone:</B> Emerald<BR>
<B>Favourite food:</B> Cherry pie<BR>
<B>Least favourite food:</B> Potatoes<BR>
<B>Favourite subject:</B> Home Economics<BR>
<B>Least favourite subject:</B> Physics<BR>
<B>Fears:</B> Airplanes<BR>
<B>Skills:</B> Physical strength, cooking, baking, gardening<BR>
<B>Dream:</B> Get married, own a bakery, own a flower shop<BR>
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<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2564">we're in the fight of our lives</a> ⚡ 虎龍ラムゼー</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2555">a sweet (and savory) reunion</a> ⚡ 水野あみ</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2561">this is my lullaby</a> ⚡ 森あかね</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2649">a charitable heart</a> ⚡ 愛野美奈子</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2746">this house is not a home</a> ⚡ 愛野美奈子</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2757">karetsu are good for you</a> ⚡ 月野兔</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2806">just keep on keeping on</a> ⚡ 火野れい</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2781">clock at midnight</a> ⚡ <B>E V E N T</B></p>

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<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=2669">flashback : dying light</a> ⚡ kythera + serenity</p>

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<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=1858">a {pinch} of salt</a> ⚡ 月野兔</p>
<p>&hearts; <a href="http://sweetserenityrpg.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=705">eat your &hearts; out</a> ⚡ la butcher + king zeus

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<p style="text-transform: none;"><B>Usagi</B> &mdash; Before the Florapocalypse, Makoto met and became friends with Usagi in their shared home ec class. She adores the eager, bubbly blonde&mdash;and her eager, bubbly appetite.</p>
<p style="text-transform: none;"><B>Ami</B> &mdash; Although she'd seen her around the school before, Makoto officially met Ami through Usagi. Makoto has incredible respect and affection for her brilliant friend. (? Maybe? Or met at the play?)</p>
<p style="text-transform: none;"><B>Rei</B> &mdash; The first time Makoto met the beautiful miko was at the play, when they were awoken as Sailors Jupiter and Mars. She respects Rei's refreshing no-nonsense attitude, even if she's a little intimidated by how <I>cool</I> she is.</p>
<p style="text-transform: none;"><B>Minako</B> &mdash; Makoto and Minako met at the play, and it was hard not to love the bubbly, friendly girl the first time she heard her speak. Makoto loves her perpetual good cheer, playfulness, and stubborn sense of responsibility.</p>
<p style="text-transform: none;"><B>Mamoru</B> &mdash; Makoto and Mamoru met during the winter play. Their interactions were limited, but that would soon change...</p>
<p style="text-transform: none;"><B>Ramsey</B> &mdash; Sailor Jupiter helped Dinivas out of a tight spot&mdash;literally, as the reincarnated knight was trapped by a youma.</p>
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Ami Mizuno and Cosmos Guardian ;)
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<p style="color: #669933; font-size: 16px; margin: 0;">WE'RE IN THE FIGHT OF OUR LIVES</p>
<p style="color: #669933; font-size: 11px; margin: -4px;">(and we're not ready to die)</p>
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<p>Half past eleven was a quiet time in Tokyo these days. Makoto could still remember when half past eleven meant the night life was up and running, when people were still bustling about in the center of the city. Not in the residential areas, certainly, but for those who lived life at night, midnight was nothing.</p>
<p>These days, even most of the rowdy crowd obeyed curfew, given that the cost all too often was their lives.</p>
<p>These nights, half past eleven found Makoto powered up, prowling precisely the sorts of areas that people couldn'tshouldn'twouldn't<I>dare</I>. It hadn't taken her long to realize that she had a certain... not immunity, not at all, but a resistance to the effects of the pollen. She wasn't sure if it was because she was a sailor senshi or if it was because she was specifically Sailor <I>Jupiter</I>, but either way, she wasn't about to complain when it helped her get the job done. Sure, it was exhausting, but she caught naps when she could between what had become her day job and what she'd assigned herself as her night job.</p>
<p>Sleep was for the weak anyway.</p>
<p>(<I>No</I>&mdash;no, she didn't really believe that. But what choice was there? She had a duty. This was her job. These were her people, and this was her world.)</p>
<p>This night, like so many nights before it, she was out on the prowl. She'd already hauled a couple of dumb teenagers trying to prove their toughness out of a tight spot&mdash;literally, as one of them had gotten trapped by vines trying to pull him into the shadows&mdash;and shooed them out of the dangerzone. In a fit of nostalgia afterward, she'd wound up not far from her own former apartment building, which had been closed due to contamination early on in the outbreak.</p>
<p>She still wondered guiltily if it was her fault the building had fallen. She'd been one of the ignorant, eager recipients of the strange plant seeds, and god knew her apartment had practically been an indoor garden.</p>
<p>Lost in her thoughts as she stared up at the flora-covered building, she almost missed the warm humming of the Rose Belt at her waist. The rose potpourri inside called to her, warning her of danger before she could otherwise see or hear it. She tensed, looking around, preparing for battle, but still saw nothing. Straining her ears against the general familiar sounds of city nightfall and evil alien plant life, she could just barely catch it. A more concentrated rustling. She couldn't quite make out where it was coming from, but if she could just get a little closer in the right direction&mdash;</p>
<p>There was a shout. Man or monster, she couldn't tell, but it gave her the direction she needed.</p>
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