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"Then you're going to stick your hand in his chest and yank it out." The lightly amused female voice came from above, and grey with blue fell lazily from the roof above to land in the alleyway with grace and only a minor wince. Alright, her leg hadn't quite healed as well as the young woman would have liked, but that was at the moment, immaterial. Her curiosity at the reluctance of this lieutenant was, especially as she did not recognize him.

Linarite prided herself on generally having an idea of who everyone was, who they reported to, what their buttons were, and how to push them. The plume of red hair on top of his head with the shaved sides was familiar, it had been at the meeting when Beryl was revealed. The clumsy unwillingness to actually pull the seed and be done with it was lightly reminiscent of Obsidian. However, it didn't seem like this lieutenant had any desire to kill the civ, and was just drawing it out for no good damn reason. As a captain, it was her job to stick her nose into his business and be annoying.

Certainly that was how Nealite did things! "Unless you like torturing the poor creature, sometimes they deserve it. Did he?" The smile was all friendliness (for the Negaverser) and menace (for the civilian).

Really, she was shocked the man wasn't screaming his full head off. But then, Linarite's favored victims were usually women and were usually stupid as hell. Apparently, this man had a modicum of sense that he might actually live longer if he kept his mouth shut and played a bit of possum. Already her own fingers itched to bury themselves in the man's chest and feel the pulse of life in her palm, which was casually rubbed against her dress to soothe the ache. The captain refused to admit that she had a growing addiction to pulling the seeds from Destiny City's citizenry. It was something that she did, when she wanted, and besides - she had to do it. Funnelling power into the queen was not optional and slacking wouldn't be tolerated even remotely. Which is why deep copper eyes widened and she giggled when the man was bashed into the dumpster, it was so familiar. Bad boys in the Negaverse, always charming!

"Ah, I gotcha!" A light leap, and she was on top of the dumpster, peering down into the captive civilian's eyes which were slowly being coated with blood from the nasty cut on top of his head. "This one'll be gone soon, it's no fun if they're already dead when you pull 'em out. I mean, the way they go slack around your fist? It's great." Shut up Lina, you do not have a problem. Do not. It was becoming harder and harder to suppress those urges, especially in the wake of Wasat and Castor. One had caused exultation, the other was making her question her dedication. Nothing should do that! So some of the joviality fled from her face, and a heel tapped against the metal. "Though I guess I shouldn't tell you how to take your seeds, as long as you get 'em. Linarite, by the way. Captain." She held out her hand, before realizing that the young man's were otherwise occupied. "Oops!"

It was almost as if the moaning man didn't exist, and then, he didn't. Lina had paused in her thoughts to watch her favorite part, it was like putting your favorite porno into slow motion. The shock, the dawning realization that this was the end, and then the slack light in their eyes when the life fled their bodies. Hands were pressed on the lid of the dumpster and Linarite dumped her weight on them, crossing her legs and swinging a foot casually as she watched. It took more effort than she thought to lean back, what in the world was wrong with her lately?

It wasn't hard, however, to pull her eyes from the dead man and his lifeforce to inspect the young man's head. He hadn't introduced himself yet, but that was alright, she'd find out eventually. Until then, he was liberally treated to the captain's habitual nicknaming. "Dead. Well, he's not dead right now, not yet. They fall asleep for awhile, and slowly the body starves itself without the life energy. What do you think happened to all the coma patients in DCH? Us. Though really, that's sloppy. You're supposed to bury them. Or drop 'em off buildings, that one is my favorite." Though casual, Linarite was careful to keep her voice down. After all, two Negaverse agents in one place, a star seed out, dead man at your feet? Not exactly the most kosher thing to see, after all.

"As for that," fingers pointed at the seed, "toss it in your subspace. Wherever it is you keep your weapon. There's some crazy magic that they set up, the seeds go right there. Or you can save them in your pocket to take to the General-King personally, but I don't advise it. Unless you really like him. I don't advise that either though. His wife is pretty jealous." She was defying gravity, and nobody could bring her down. "You haven't been at this long, have you?"

In all honesty, Linarite had never given much thought to the naming scheme of the Negaverse. When you woke up, they named you. Where had the names come from? Did Charonite just randomly have a list that he threw darts at before he named you? She did take time to Google the name, once upon a time and had all but groaned over the fact that not only was it a soft mineral, but it was bright goddamn blue. Just like her.

"At least it's useful though. Maybe the GK saw something in you? I mean, my name was probably picked because of this." A strand of the offending color was lifted and dropped like it was coated in slime with a sigh. "It's a burden, but hey. At least nobody misses me in a crowded room." Though she wished sometimes, that they would. It wasn't too easy to sneak around when you had easily identifiable hair, and your parents could always find you during family gatherings when you wanted nothing more than to hole up with your cell phone and friends in a corner. Audrey wasn't too fond of a good portion of her cousins, especially since they forced her out into ******** nowhere most of the summer.

"Yeah, he married the Queen. Thus why you don't exactly wanna make his wife jealous, she'll basically kill you. Not even kidding, she's vicious. And the wedding was pretty uninspired, I think it was sorta rushed. But no worries." The captain beamed at the fortunate lieutenant and tapped her heels against the metal of the dumpster. "I am here, and I will tell you anything you need to know. Have you at least figured out how to jump yet? I mean, you noticed you're stronger than the average human at least. That one's easy to get." Really easy, though she'd nearly pulled a limb off her tree before figuring that one out.

Linarite couldn't help it now, she laughed. Not a pointing, mocking laughter, but the simple giggles of a teenage girl who thinks something is incredibly funny. She'd never really taught this to anyone before, the others had somewhat beaten her to the punch. That, or everyone had figured it out on their own, the same way she had. Her first jump had resulted in some incredible bruises and scrapes, and really, Neo had nothing on the first time she'd smacked pavement.

"Jumping. It helps to aim for somewhere and try to get there, instead of just hopping up and down. You hurt yourself that way." Sliding off the dumpster, the bluenette offered a head to the lieutenant with a kind smile. There was no need to be wicked and intimidating when the civilian was dead and dumped for the time being. "Watch and try it, okay?" With ease, Lina turned, skipped and hopped easily onto the roof above. Lately she was challenging herself, trying to hop off the sides of buildings on the way up to get a higher leap, perhaps a flip or a twirl. Not good for teaching. Turning, she called down with a grin.

"Come on up, don't make me come back down!" It was said like this would be some chore, instead of a light jump, almost akin to hopping down off a low wall. That's how it was for the Negaverse, for the senshi as well. Not quite flying, but enough. So very much enough.