Spinel was not the kind of person who had concerns about his environmental impact. Because he was, to wit, a vicious murderer, he didn't really think it was something he should be overly bothered about. This explained the small pile of Halloween candy wrappers scattered behind him like a trail of breadcrumbs. What was a littering fine to fear when you could murder someone without a trace or sign of your actions? He sighed, a little irritated; the evening of November first was a little too chilly for his liking, but at least he had long sleeves and pants; some of the senshi and Negaversers he'd seen were not quite so lucky.

He wasn't really thinking about the stupidity of leaving a trail. His patrol had only just begun, and he felt strong, invincible even. There hadn't been a senshi yet who had really been a match for him, and he doubted there ever would be. Part of the glory of the Negaverse was that his magic was so much more powerful than theirs. How else could you explain the teleportation, which other--"good"--senshi seemed to lack?

It was really very odd. He was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't the "corrupted" one. His power was purer, more refined, to his mind. He hadn't been defeated yet, so… how could he be wrong?

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Super Sailor Nemesis was cold, which she quite frankly thought was bullshit considering that she had little choice but to patrol anyways. If she was going to save the world, couldn't the person who created her fuku take into consideration the natural elements? It was November, and from this point on it was only going to get colder. Nemesis wasn't going to patrol in snow, for crying out loud, and she wasn't inclined to put on a jacket either. It would clash with her fuku, and some vain part of herself would not allow such a tragedy to occur. It was cold enough to make the hair on her arms stand up straight, but it was even colder when she was powered down AND wearing a jacket. She supposed that the senshi uniform did protect against the weather to a degree, but she didn't think it quite did enough to fight off the chill settling into her bones.

Trying to keep herself moving, the senshi wandered through the streets, arms crossed over her chest, fingers seeking out the warmth of her armpits despite how gross they would smell later. Small sacrifices! A thin, dark brow arched high upon her forehead as she began to notice a small trail of candy wrappers. Really? Were children this idiotic. There was a trash bin only a few feet away, and while Nemesis probably wouldn't have bothered to throw her wrappers away properly... it was cold out, and she was irritated. Maybe she could freak some kids out and put a brighter light on her evening. Hell, they'd probably run from her screaming 'terrorist'.

With a pleasant smile she started to follow the trail of wrappers, but as she saw a figure ahead, she noticed that it couldn't be a kid. The dude was too ******** tall to be a kid, and wearing what could be the worst outfit in the history of mankind. "Ugh," she groaned. "You know that Halloween is over, right? You should take the costume off," she called out to the person, hoping to spook them a little with her sudden appearance.


He was dusting off his sticky hands, brushing them against each other like that would help. It didn't, which wasn't all that annoying, but he thought he could probably find it that way if he liked. And when a voice rang out behind him, he didn't find it hard at all; Spinel turned on one heel, hands tucking up into fists at his sides. "I assure you, it's no costume," he said. It was a senshi, he noticed; a powerful one, if the aura he could sense through his own rather smothering "vibe" was any clue. "Pleasure to meet you. Lieutenant Spinel."

Technically, Sailor Spinel was the title; but he preferred the title of Lieutenant for some uses, like informing this senshi he was not exactly someone to be trifled with. Today he was not going to try and trick her into getting close enough for him to make the easy grab; now he was irritated, and he didn't really want to bother with all the frills and fripperies he counted on to get him the smooth victories. He was not playing a game; he was just… pissed.

So he brushed back his hair and tipped his head. "And yourself?"

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s**t, so that really wasn't a little kid dressed up a day late for Halloween. Nemesis had encountered corrupted senshi before, and they were people that she usually did not want to trifle with. Her first experience with one hadn't gone well, but perhaps that was because she had been new to the battleground. She was stronger now, and she knew what she was doing. Perhaps a corrupted senshi wasn't as big of a threat as she once thought them to be. Now would be a good time to test that theory, but for some reason she was hesitating. Her outside demeanor, at least, was everything but unsure.

Her hands rested on her hips, head tilted just a little to the side as she observed the corrupted senshi. Her blue eyes betrayed a hint of irritation and caution, even if the firm set of her lips said that she'd rather just kick his a** and move on. "Super Sailor Nemesis, Senshi of Decay." She remembered when that used to intimidate other senshi, usually those with more pleasant power spheres. With a corrupted senshi, she imagined it would not phase him at all. "You certainly got stuck with the shitty end of the stick. Your fuku is hideous and you're corrupted. Ouch, I almost pity you." Almost. He was a baddie. He had probably killed plenty of people. If he continued to kill people, he'd eventually harm someone Nemesis CARED about... and she would have none of that.


She wasn't all that phased, which led him to think that she'd faced off with a corrupted senshi before. That was a shame, because he always had so much fun with the ones who thought he was just a misguided "good" senshi with a weird, uncomfortable aura. It was a good way to get more information on senshi to bring back to Grendel… he shook his head and sighed, very irritated for a moment. He smothered it, though, to take hold of his sixth bell--three rings, he thought, and he could get clear. Also, it was good for smacking senshi upside the head--heavy, weighty, comfortably sized to his palm.

"I always thought Nemesis was more of a theoretical planet," he sighed. He distinctly remembered something like it from Star Trek, actually. "At least my fuku isn't falling to pieces. I'd rather look ridiculous but well-maintained than…" And he gestured to her, smiling a crooked smile. "Do we have to fight, or will you just hand over your starseed?"

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The corner of her lips twitched up with irritation at his 'theoretical planet' snipe, the action just barely perceptible from the distance between them. She didn't quite know why the comment irritated her so, but like hell she was going to let anyone get away with insulting the planet that she was a senshi of. "And I haven't even heard of Spinel," she snapped back at him. Well, at least her planet had been HEARD of before, she had no clue what the hell a Spinel was. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. "It's the style, but gauging from your appearance... you have no idea about that."

Spinel should know better - Nemesis wasn't going to hand her starseed over. She was, if one happened to care, rather attached to it. She placed a gloved hand over her chest, fingers curling against the decorated bow. "You'll have to pluck it out of my lifeless chest," she informed him with a wicked little smile. Oh, hell, she was going to enjoy beating him to a bloody pulp. Her irritation with the corrupted senshi was going to completely override her common sense.


This did not bother Spinel overly much. "It's a mineral," he explained, cheerfully; and cheerfully, he continued, "You don't seem like the overly brainy type, so I'm not all that surprised." He stepped forward, leading with his free hand, body turned away to present a smaller target. It was near impossible for him to imagine the purpose and style of attack of a senshi whose sphere was decay; it hadn't really been a concern. But he knew any attack would be thrown off by having a smaller area to hit…

"I thought so," he said. "Good. It's more fun that way." Then he lunged, grabbing for her shoulder to pull her closer.

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If Nemesis was smart, she would use her attack right off the bat to paralyze her opponenet. When her enemy couldn't move, it made it a whole lot easier to apply massive damage to them. Yet, Nemesis was known to save her attack for the last possible second when she needed it the most. She couldn't use it again and again after all, and when she attacked her opponent once, that was the end of her range. So, she usually saved it for when she desperately needed it. If she didn't have to use her attack, she wouldn't. But still, the idea tempted her even now. She wondered what it felt like to know that you couldn't run away to save your own life.

"Fun for who?" she laughed. But, it was time to stop the playful banter. This really was a life and death situation, no matter how much she played it off as a game. He closed in on her, and as she felt those fingers curl into her shoulder she brought her leg to kick him. Close combat was what she delighted in, and it was not in her nature in the heat of battle to run.


Nemesis was smart, and she had experience, but Spinel had years of training; he had height and weight and reach, and that was not an unimpressive combination of traits to have in hand-to-hand combat. The knee collided with the outside of his thigh, rather than the target she had rather obviously been going for. He flowed with it to minimize the impact and then surged upwards again, thrusting a hand towards her breastbone.

She didn't seem so dangerous; she seemed almost easy to beat, at least right now. He scowled. Well, he could deal with an easy victory. A senshi starseed was a senshi starseed, wasn't it?

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He had a hand on her, but that hardly meant she was incapable of movement. A hand reaching for her chest was enough to knock common sense into her. She twisted her body to the side, enough so that his hand passed through an empty space where she had been locked in combat in before. It was true, her opponent was larger than her, but Nemesis had been born with the confidence of three-hundred and one Spartans. Her opponent meant business, and it was about time that she meant it as well.

"DECAY--" she didn't bother with the last of her attack's name, already concentrating on aiming a fist at his face. If she could hit him now, he'd hardly have time to recover before her attack seeped in, a quick paralysis of the body, that was fast to set in, but just as fast to leave once her opponent was fully immobilized.


He was fast; so was she, and his size worked against him in this case. Six foot five, against a girl almost a foot shorter than him: No way he was going to escape a point-blank punch with less than a bruise. As it was, her fist clipped the edge of his eye socket, causing him to flinch and release a low, steady hiss. Then she was attacking, and he was--

Frozen? His muscles were slow to react, slow to answer in patterns they'd been conditioned to since his father started teaching him tai chi when he was nine. Decay--it didn't make sense, what did decay have to do with this freezing up of reflexes--which meant he'd severely underestimated this opponent and he had to get out.

Luckily he had a bell already in hand. He'd been reaching for it when he threw the punch. It took three shakes of an arm to bring the barrier up and throw the senshi back; and he managed to reach out to dark power just as her attack took full effect, and he teleported away before she could land another blow.