Take two girls wearing what we could charitably call “fetish fuel” caricatures of schoolgirl or cheerleader outfits. Add a pair of monsters, each one in hot pursuit of one of the girls for reasons unrelated to the previous description of their garments. Ensure the directions of the chase intersected like <i>so</i>, and -
Crash! Bang! Wallop! Two superheroes collide in a clash of limbs that a more jaded person might describe as designed for gratuitous panty shots.
“Hey!” both girls yelled simultaneously. “Watch where you’re going, you clumsy idiot!”
Sailor Moon stared at Pink Cheer, who stared back. Their brows furrowed, and an immediate dislike was taken. “Clumsy?!” both girls yelled. “I’ll show you who the clumsy one is!”
The pair disentangled themselves, and now the true differences between the two of them could properly come to light as they scrambled to their feet. Of the two of them, Pink Cheer was a little more stable while Sailor Moon a little bit faster.
“I don’t have time for this,” Pink Cheer said, twirling around her baton in a way that made Sailor Moon feel a little bit fuzzy. “Please leave, please run, a monster’s here to spoil your fun.”
Sailor Moon rolled her eyes. “I don’t know who you are, but - Get down!” It was a good thing Pink Cheer did exactly that, because from what Sailor Moon could tell, out of nowhere another youma - disguised as an umpire - leaped out to grab her from behind. Sailor Moon’s tiara soared over Pink Cheer’s head, hitting the umpire in the chest and disintegrating it before it could finish its attack. Whatever else Sailor Moon might be, she wasn’t the kind of person to let something like an instinctive dislike for someone get in the way of saving their life. She was the kind of person that didn’t even hate that kind of person, merely felt sorry for them. Though… She <i>was</i> the kind of person to gloat. “You’re welcome!” she declared, fully expecting an apology from the rude, clumsy stranger.
“Ew!” Pink Cheer moaned. “Ugh! What is this? Demon-dust or something?” she patted herself down, and the little bits of youma left over from the disintegration dusted off her body. “Oooh! Be more careful! Who knows what kind of effect this stuff -”
Without saying another word Pink Cheer suddenly dashed forward, nearly bowling Sailor Moon off her feet. She turned around to see that the monster had managed to creep up on her while her attention was focused on this annoying girl, who was now standing in front of it and whirling her baton right in front of its face. The monster vanished rather quickly afterwards, leaving Pink Cheer standing triumphant until her eyes met Sailor Moon’s.
Instant and intense mutual dislike.
“I’m Sailor Moon, champion of justice. Who are you?”
“I’m Pink Cheer, champion of L-O-V-E!” Each letter of the spelled-out word was punctuated with alternating knee lifts while her stupid baton twirled around. “So, uh, just so we’re on the same page and all that… What sorta champion of justice has such a dorky hairstyle?”
Oh, it was <i>on</i> now. <b>Nobody</b> dissed the hair.
“The sort that doesn’t hang around with airheaded bimbos,” Sailor Moon said through gritted teeth.
“So you can’t stand being in your own presence?” Pink Cheer replied without missing a beat.
“Yeah, well… So’s your face!”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“‘So’s your face’ <i>always</i> makes sense!”
Pink Cheer stopped and looked away in obvious irritation. She didn’t say anything, but her body language said it all for her: “Damn, she got me.” Sailor Moon tried not to look smug, but she certainly did feel it.
“So what’s your deal?” Sailor Moon asked. All she had was a name, and a keen awareness of that baton. It was enchanted in some way, and she was going to keep her distance from it until she knew what she was dealing with here. A youma in disguise? Another hero like herself? The latter seemed likely, but this girl just rubbed her the wrong way completely. “What are you up to, Pink Cheer?”
“I’m a hero, silly!” Pink Cheer declared, tossing her baton up into the air and catching it with ease. “Pink Cheer, leader of the Cheer Champions! We protect this realm from outside invaders. Why, what are <i>you</i> up to, Sailor Moon?”
“Well, I’m one of the Sailor Scouts,” Sailor Moon replied, hesitant to call herself the leader exactly. “You must have heard of us, right? I mean, we’ve kind of been saving people for quite a while now.”
“Hmm… No, sorry,” Pink Cheer replied. “Never heard of you. Maybe you’re not as famous as you think you are?”
Ooh, this girl! She had to be doing this deliberately, baiting her to respond. Not that she could really think of a response to use in this particular situation. For now, the best she could think of was for the two of them to part ways, and hope they didn’t cross paths again.
“Well,” Sailor Moon said, still fuming. “If you’re here to fight evil, and I’m here to fight evil… And we’ve just finished vanquishing that evil, I suppose that means there’s no reason for us to stay here, now is there?”
“Guess not,” Pink Cheer tersely replied. She stopped spinning her baton, and pointed it directly at Sailor Moon with an outstretched arm in a single dramatic motion. “But if I find out that you are lying, Sailor Moon! I’ll totally smash you! With L-O-V-E!”
“… Likewise,” Sailor Moon replied, backing away from the strange cheerleader hero with a heart full of uncertainty and a head that felt a little bit funny after watching that baton twirl around like that. “Step a toe out of line, and I will punish you!”
“Now you’re just <i>trying</i> to play to the fetish crowd,” Pink Cheer replied, then leaped off before Sailor Moon could mount any kind of reply.
“I hate her,” Sailor Moon said to herself. Ugh. As if her life wasn’t complicated enough as it was. She idly considered giving chase to try and get more information, but that didn’t seem too smart until she’d talked to the others first.
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This whole situation was just <i>such</i> a mess. Pink Cheer could hardly believe it. Sailor Moon? What kind of stupid goofy name was that? And that outfit. It looked like someone had intentionally designed it for fanservice. It was so gaudy, drew so much attention to itself for no good reason at all. At the very least, Pink Cheer could justify her own outfit easily enough: It was intended to provoke an emotional response cuz, y’know, kinda the whole point of what they did. What kind of purpose did a champion of <b>justice</b> have dressing like a stripper?
That tiara thing, too. Dan-ger-ous. Big time. A clumsy girl with that much power, kinda scary to think about. She had to know more. Make sure that girl didn’t hurt anyone. Or herself. She <i>clearly</i> didn’t know what she was doing (even if she could hurl a mean insult) and that kind of power in the hands of the unskilled could make her a danger greater than someone going out of their way to do harm.
Pink Cheer sighed and looked all around her, then willed herself to transform back into Momo Nakahara when she was certain she was alone. A confrontation right now was not particularly helpful. The first thing she needed to do was tell the others about this little encounter, then figure out a plan to deal with these “Sailor Scouts” before they hurt anyone or anything like that.
Actually, scratch that. Momo sneezed and realised that she still had all that icky demon-dust stuff all over her. First thing she had to do was take a shower to get rid of it all. Then talk to the others.
- Momo suddenly starts acting a little more evil due to the effect of the dust.
- Usagi gradually finds that the twirling baton has had an effect on her mind.
- Turns out, the Emotional Spectrum Alliance are wanting to use the Cheer Champions to deal with the Sailor Scouts.
- Usagi and Momo meet one another outside their disguises, and unknowingly renew their hatred of each other.
- Other members of both groups meet their equivalent.
- Something else
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