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Ooookay. Down into the creepy basement they go? She takes off her tiara as they creep and holds it tight, ready to defend herself and anyone else.

 

She wishes her dad were here.

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About half way down the stairs she hears a crash coming from below, and then a scream - a somewhat familiar one, reminiscent of the time Jun was startled by a snake. 

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Crap. She can't stop herself from running down the rest of the way and going straight to where she heard the sound.

"Jun?!"

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In the basement are Jun and her mother, Dao Osaka, or what looks to be Dao-san, at any rate. Except, there's another exact copy of her tied up on the floor behind her, and the free one is in the middle of advancing on Jun with the intent to harm!

Both are drawn to look at the basement door when Sailor Moon calls out as she crashes through it, however.

"Sailor V?!" Jun exclaims, jolted out of trying to get away by the appearance of what seems to be her hero.

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"Senshi!" Cries the violent version of Jun's mom, scowling so much it seems to warp her face somehow.

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Aaaaah!

"Sailor Moon!" she shouts, because that's what Sailor V does, right? Or at least she does in the video games and comics and- focus, Usagi. "I- you need to leave. I won't let you hurt these people and- and if you don't leave I have a weapon and I will use it."

Maybe she can figure this out and they won't hurt her Juni or her Juni's mom and-

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"Sailor Moon, is it?" The warped mirror of Jun's mom hisses, "Hah. You will not foil me alone, foolish Senshi!" 

She advances towards Sailor Moon, stalking right past a frozen Jun as she does. 

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Usagi backs up, right to the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm not alone," she says, which is mostly true. Jun and her mom and the talking magical kitty - "You need to leave. Now."

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"Leave?" She cracks a laugh, "Is that so? Well, neither am I alone! Minions!" 

There comes a series of groans from the shadowy corners of the basement storage room. Slowly, person after person rises from behind boxes and tables, before turning to stare at the fake shop owner.

Each wears a piece of jewellery, the same sort of ugly, cheap-looking pieces she'd seen on the woman leaving the shop earlier that night. They all look... Horribly drained. Exhausted and gaunt, they stand in place, holding their jewellery and awaiting orders.

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