The street seemed unchanged. Her clothing was another story. Instead of her normal business outfit, she was wearing a fairly nice housedress.
An attempt to regain her Sailor Pluto identity produced only a fitful glow about her transformation pen. As for reaching the Gates of Time - that was completely shut off to her.
Status Report: bad.
Mana Reserves: depleted.
Situation: Unknown.
She could be in her starting universe, a parallel universe, her own universe but with the past being changed, or something else entirely. At this point she had no way of telling.
Setsuna wandered the streets briefly, trying to figure it out and wait for her reserves of magical power to replenish itself. Everything seemed a little off, but she hadn't visited Nerima prior to this and so if there was something amiss she wasn't familiar enough to nail it down.
The time of day had changed. It had been early evening when she'd tried to claim the lamp. When she'd finally stood up it was the pre-dawn hours with just a hint of light touching the high clouds.
Now that she'd had a chance to catch her breath and walk around, dawn was perhaps another fifteen minutes away.
The season felt different too. Instead of a typically drizzily chill March, it was a drier chill - with the promise of a hot sultry day such as was found more typically in June or July.
After a paradox storm, there was no telling what had occurred. It had been building ever since the Small Lady had first escaped the Dark Moon. Every time the Small Lady went back and did anything or half the times the Senshi did anything to involve time travel, or when Sailor Moon had dealt with Nephrenia the last time by making it so that she'd never turned evil - it had built up bit by bit.
Like the amounts of pressures in the rocks eventually reaching earthquake status, it had finally cut loose and pressure was relieved. The problem was that in restoring those forces to balance, the universe at large didn't care one whit for the people at the epicenter.
Ranma had been at the center and had vanished.
Setsuna stopped and considered the neighorhood around her. Oh this was very not good.
Nerima was built on reclaimed swampland. It was over 75% industrial zoning. The Tendo Dojo was built on the site of an ancient Ainu burial ground where they had worshipped a now-forgotten god of chaos. Crazy things had happened here long before Ranma Saotome had arrived. Adding the wild horse had merely upped the chaos factor.
The Nerima around Setsuna was calm and peaceful. Even accounting for the fact that it was just becoming dawn, she would have expected the air to have that somewhat insane energy to it.
There were people waking up and moving about. Delivery people, construction workers, the various sarariman and drudge workers. The lights went on in a Krispy Kreme store as the donut machines were primed for the day's business. It was as calm and sensible a thing as it might have been in Wakayama or Nara. It wasn't supposed to be this calm until after it became a neglected suburb of Crystal Tokyo.
Desperately, Setsuna looked for something to tell her what had occurred.
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