on the edge of Juuban's commercial district, likes the impressive and beautiful structure of the Juuban Aquarium and Marine Research Center. The center is home to a large selection of Fresh and Salt water fish that would have died out in the wild and become extinct. The large Aquarium runs tours daily and even at late night on select days for more nocturnal species. A small Museum is kept near the Gift/Pet shop for people to see records of long extinct fish, while the gift and pet shop allows people to buy certain fish for their home tanks and get knowledge of how to properly care for them.

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September 2rd, 
Evening.

Inari came to stand back at the exit of the tour group she had just finished leading. "To this day there may be more species of exotic and wild fish that we humans have yet to encounter, some we cannot display here at all due to having found no live species in the wild. The Museum will be open for another 3 hours today, and if you would like to adopt a fish, please head to our pet shop where we have an outstanding collection waiting to go to good homes. Thank you for coming and please come back again." She said politely. It was no secret that Inari really loved the ocean, fish were a topic she could be open and relaxed out, and be less like the introverted self she typically was.

With the tour group having left for the pet shop, she stood by herself at the reception desk, where she gave information as wished and organized more tour groups to go through the Aquarium's vast tanks. Whenever anyone entered the Aquarium they would be greeted with her sweet voice "Good evening, Welcome to the Juuban Aquarium, can I help you?"

Azeria looks at her phone a bit before frowning and sighing softly. Peter should of been here by now.. Perhaps he was late? Shaking her head a bit she pockets her phone before walking over to the gift shop and looking around a bit. However, when she heard a lovely and sweet voice she turned and walked over to the tour guide and smiled warmly. "Oh! Hello! You by change haven't seen a red head walking around who smiles like this?" She asked before giving a very Peter worthy scowl before giggling. She already knew that when Peter was nearby he'd find her and that if he was delayed she would leave and the drag him here. Which was something that she didn't want to do.

Today the raven haired woman wore her very long hair pulled up in intricate twists that swirled into a large bun. Azeria is wearing a black low cut top with frilled lace which ended past her hips. She was wearing a pair of dark wash navy jeans and tennis shoes. Despite being dressed nice she was carrying her large black purse and she didn't wear anything covering her forehead, which still had stitches. Just as she didn't wear tinted lenses to hide her slit pupils.

Inari smiled at Azeria and shook her head. "I am sorry, If I had I might have overlooked him or her." She looked at her curiously as she watched her. 'Would you perhaps like to schedule a tour for you and your friend whenever they come?"

A presence in the Aquarium stirs. A shadow begins to loom overhead, staring down at the two young women below. Red eyes peer from a shadow in a corner above one of the tanks. It stares Azeria down intently: she was delectable. So much latent energy, how could such ripe energy be un-plucked?

It would be his...soon. When the time was right.

The eyes disappear, but a feeling of unease would fill the air.

(While originally this was supposed to wait until after Stitches, with Azeria active as a senshi in the purification scenario, I feel it's prudent to move forward. Further, stitches seems to have run it's course.)

The youma's patience didn't last long though. The lights begin to dim, as if something was drawing the light away from them by force until there was barely enough remaining in the room to see more than a few feet in front of them. The glowing pair of eyes luminescence in the room more obviously in the darkness, and other patrons of the Aquarium begin to panic and look around to figure out what is going on or attempt to flee for their well being.

Unease would fill the air as the sounds of slithering movement, a length of something dragging along the floor, would begin to creep around. The legs of both Inari and Azeria would feel as if something was trying to wrap around their ankles. A slimy, uncomfortable grip that would likely elicit an adverse response.

Peter was running behind, and that meant that he was in a foul mood. Wizards may never be late, but Inquisitors were. He was walking in, just as the lights went out. And that meant to the Inquisitor, someone was about to do something foolish. He did not even bother waiting. “Sword who has lived by Traitor's side, Sword who burns with treacharous pride... Sword born of knightly need, sword upon my enemies now feed...” The crackling of Malachite Light. Azeria had asked him to show up, and that meant he needed to be here. Fate. “You always exist alongside time, don't you, oh bearer of cruelty.” And then the six souls entered him, and his exhale left with the seventh. He simply leaned on the doors. The Youma would feel him.

“If you serve the Dark Goddess, you will find your opponent here, creature of corruption.”

At feeling something snake up her leg she did the first thing that ANY sane person would do, which was shriek in terror. While swallowing hard she did her best not to fall or get tangled further by the slimy thing around her ankle. At hearing Peter her eyes went wide, she had seen him change into some alternative thing a few days prior.. However, she though it was due to her head injury verses actually seeing it. "P-Peter? Wh-What is this thing?" She couldn't ride her voice of the fear that it carried while she was still struggling with the youma around her ankle. Azeria felt like she was going to be thrust into full on terror and panic attack at any moment.

Inari too let out a small shriek of terror, trying to pull away from the Youma's tentacle, but went wide eyed seeing Peter.. "Woah.. I've seen him before.. but not like that.. Is he on our side?" She asked Azeria, hoping he was, cause he looked fucking powerful.

Red eyes begin to manifest in the darkness in all directions, the light emitted from Peter's transformation showing a large swarm of black tentacles in all directions. The origin or center of the being was not clear in the darkness and the flashes of light currently.

In response to Peter's transformation, six barbs powered by lean muscle launch at the Moon Knight from multiple directions attempting to skewer him.

The tentacles around the two women begin to pull and draw tighter on them, attempting to knock them off balance, but multiple green flashes slice through numerous lengths as black blood and irritated howls come from the Eastern direction of the room. Sour smelling fluid would fill the air, leaving blue blood potentially getting on the clothes of all present.

An Unholy Prophet

Clarent came to hand, and he moved in a swift, deadly arc. His movements were economical. Superhumanly keen senses could identify the enemy as it moved. The sword was an extension of his self, the traitors sword keening as it moved through the air. He raised his shield to the side that did not have the arcing blade slashing through the tendrils. He simply intoned towards the creature. “Ask of me, and I shall grant thee the heathen's heart for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the Earth. I shalt break them upon my blade of iron, I shalt slash them to pieces, like a potter's vessel. Praise Chaos lest she be angry, and may all rejoice with trembling! I am become death, destroyer of worlds.” His words carried forwards, laced with the dark hatred he felt welling inside of him. “THESE TWO BELONG TO ME, BEAST! I AM SERPENTARIUS, THE THIRTEENTH! Surrender them unto me, lest you find me WROTH!” His madness apparent in his voice, his eyes glowing mako green, almost casting the light of his hatred. He made for the duo with all celerity, yet was calm, collected. He was responding, not reacting, cutting through this beast like threshing wheat, taking no undue chances.

He would reach them, and bring them out of this darkness. None may cast a shadow, deeper than his, and that of his Goddess.

Blinking a bit in confusion, which had over rode her mind numbing fear which began rolling off of her very being in waves. Turning her head to Inari she found her voice, long enough to ask. "O-our side? Wh-what do you mean our side?" She asked, her voice having had hitched a few octives higher than intended.

At feeling herself being dragged down she wobbled and fought against it before falling over with a load 'Oomph'. it was at this moment in time that she began to get angry. As a soft growl escaped her lips as she begain struggling against the tentacles, when before she was to paralysed by fear to do so. "I am NOT.. Going to.. To.. To let this thing hurt me!" She stated as she struggled harder, even going so far as to try and bite at a tentacle that was binding her. Inbetween this she once more shot her head up to Peter and managed to yell "What IS this thing?"

She was trying to pull off the tentacles one by one.. "The side that doesn't go with the beast thing grabbing us!" She yelled at Azera. She had actually left the pen in her locker, so littl eNeptune Senshi wasn't able to transform that day.