On the other side of the world...
It's Tokyo once more. But it's a different Tokyo than most would recognize. That is, there is no magic, no supernatural powers, no aliens. It is the normal Tokyo that many senshi probably wouldn't mind living in.
That is, if they can get over the lady who lives in this house in the Juuban area.
"Take these boxes to the van."
The female in the center of this bric-a-brac stands tall in the most fashionable summer clothing money can buy. She's forty, she's newly single, and she captivates the men who are moving her ex-husband's items out of her house. Perhaps it's because she's packed everything of that ex's herself, as carefully as if they were still married, refusing to play one of the raging scheming harpies that she tended to be associated with in her films. Perhaps it's the way she took command of the hectic move, especially since the van needed to move soon in order not to block the street during rush hour. Like a trooper.
Or maybe it's the fact she's the queen of adult films and they are just leering at her very shapely figure. Upon seeing this, however, Beryl snaps her fingers.
"You! Back to work!" She orders, then wryly adds: "I'm not paying you to gawk at the goods."
Soon it is over, and the house is noticeably barer than before. Brushing her hair out of her face, Beryl finally goes to close the door - but not before seeing the bulging manila package nestled in her mailbox. She stares at it before reluctantly taking it inside with her, knowing full well what was in it.
She probably isn't expecting anyone to interrupt her - which is the perfect time for the nexus to do precisely that.
That is, if they can get over the lady who lives in this house in the Juuban area.
"Take these boxes to the van."
The female in the center of this bric-a-brac stands tall in the most fashionable summer clothing money can buy. She's forty, she's newly single, and she captivates the men who are moving her ex-husband's items out of her house. Perhaps it's because she's packed everything of that ex's herself, as carefully as if they were still married, refusing to play one of the raging scheming harpies that she tended to be associated with in her films. Perhaps it's the way she took command of the hectic move, especially since the van needed to move soon in order not to block the street during rush hour. Like a trooper.
Or maybe it's the fact she's the queen of adult films and they are just leering at her very shapely figure. Upon seeing this, however, Beryl snaps her fingers.
"You! Back to work!" She orders, then wryly adds: "I'm not paying you to gawk at the goods."
Soon it is over, and the house is noticeably barer than before. Brushing her hair out of her face, Beryl finally goes to close the door - but not before seeing the bulging manila package nestled in her mailbox. She stares at it before reluctantly taking it inside with her, knowing full well what was in it.
She probably isn't expecting anyone to interrupt her - which is the perfect time for the nexus to do precisely that.