Sailor Jupiter coughed as she laid on the ground. Moving some rubble off of her chest, she groaned. The landing was much harder than she anticipated. Coughing some of the dust from her lungs she was finally able to stand. This situation, was not the least bit prime.
She looked over to Fighter, who came out of this much more in tact than herself. "Where are we?"
She overheard Fighter say something about a concert, as if that was on the top of the priority list at the moment. Sighing she made her way over to them.
There was no point waiting around for something to come to them. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. "Fighter, Let's go!" She started walking toward the North, hoping to find something helpful.
~ Brit's Secretary ~ Avatar // Sig // Me/Diana
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