Here they were, once again, hurtling along a path to what could mean destruction. She prayed each night that it would be all right...but with their dwindling numbers, and a painful thought in Haruka and Michiru's direction...she knew they had to stay strong. Staying positive was the only way.
She can be found throughout the ship bopping along to a beat, perhaps singing a few words.
Say it's all right...
"No, really! It's gonna be okay!"
She smiles as brightly as she can, though it might also be an effort to convince herself.
Moscow In Moscow, she takes a different approach. She's disguised as a very studious woman with hair in a bun and glasses, always reading...but at night she feels that tremor in the air. At night, she knows it's time to rise up. She finds herself a dark alley and shouts:
Venus Crystal Power, Make Up!
Soon enough, there's a blonde warrior in a mini skirt stalking the shadows. She can't fly, but she can sure hop over a few rooftops for practicing aerial escapes. That might be her now, backlit by the moon...
Minako Aino | Rescuer | Ship and Moscow
Here they were, once again, hurtling along a path to what could mean destruction. She prayed each night that it would be all right...but with their dwindling numbers, and a painful thought in Haruka and Michiru's direction...she knew they had to stay strong. Staying positive was the only way.
She can be found throughout the ship bopping along to a beat, perhaps singing a few words.
Say it's all right...
"No, really! It's gonna be okay!"
She smiles as brightly as she can, though it might also be an effort to convince herself.
Moscow
In Moscow, she takes a different approach. She's disguised as a very studious woman with hair in a bun and glasses, always reading...but at night she feels that tremor in the air. At night, she knows it's time to rise up. She finds herself a dark alley and shouts:
Venus Crystal Power, Make Up!
Soon enough, there's a blonde warrior in a mini skirt stalking the shadows. She can't fly, but she can sure hop over a few rooftops for practicing aerial escapes. That might be her now, backlit by the moon...