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It was late. Really late. The bars would be closing soon, and already their inebriated young patrons were stumbling out, loud and noisy. Nyasa, quite and indifferent, standing off to the side, didn’t quite fit in, but most people either didn’t care or were too drunk to notice. It was for precisely that reason that Nyasa had chosen to come here.

Nyasa spent a great deal of time as Captain Mica, and as such made regular trips to Negaverse subspace and The Rift. Said trips were unremarkable; routine, even. Normally she’d turn in what energy she’d collected, give her report, deliver supplies – whatever her errand was – and then leave. She didn’t dally on her trips and usually nothing happened to make her break her routine. Usually. Her last trip to The Rift, however, had resulted in her being given a rather troublesome assignment.

That was what brought her hear, to this strip of bars frequented by college students. Her mark worked here. Now she just had to wait for her to put in an appearance

With the bars closing, the trickle of people leaving them now were more likely to be workers. So far, she hadn’t seen the person she was looking for, but at last a likely suspect appeared. Young, female, bar employee; it was certainly more likely that she was the one Nyasa was looking for then the fat old man who had been the last person to walk past her.

“ Makayla Dolan?” She called out.

Not a friendly reaction, but that was expected. It was good, actually; at least Nyasa knew she wasn’t dealing with some totally naïve fool.

“ Name’s Nyasa.” She said, pushing off the wall and walking a bit closer to the younger woman. “ I’ve come to talk to you about an assignment.”

It was said blandly enough, as if she were simply referring to some tedious college paper, but her eyebrow ticked up purposefully at the end.

“ Perhaps we should go somewhere warmer? I’ve no desire to suffer this weather longer then necessary.”

Nyasa hoped Makayla was halfway intelligent, because she had no desire to spell this out any more then she already had.

Makayla’s reaction was exactly what it should have been, and yet Nyasa snorted at the threat.

“ I have been assigned as your partner, to tutor you. I doubt you'll be "wiping" me anywhere.”

She paused, then added flatly, “ Your absence has been noted.”

As active soldier in the Negaverse and a regular contributor, Nyasa did not think highly of those that shirked their duty. Her thinned lips betrayed her opinion on the matter, and it was one of the first problems she planned to rectify in her new “partner.”

“ Some might also call me your keeper or handler, but I figured ‘partner’ was a nicer term.”

The tone of Nyasa’s voice indicated that she was viewed this as merely a statement of facts, not an insult, and to her it was. Corrupt Senshi were still looked down upon for having been White Moon Senshi in a previous life. All the details varied, many soldiers of the Negaverse were of the opinion that Corrupts needed to be watched, and that Corrupts had to make up for their past crimes, regardless of whether or not they actually remembered committing them.

As for who she was, Nyasa was not about to say her name in public without being in uniform. Instead she merely said, “ I’m a Captain.”

Unwilling to continue the conversation here, Nyasa continued,“ I’m not saying anything else in public. Relocate, power-up, whatever; pick a way for me to prove myself discretely so we can get this ******** part over with.”

The choice of language certainly revealed what Nyasa's voice and body language didn't: she was fast wearying of this back and forth, of trying to explain herself without revealing herself.

Nyasa stayed rooted to her spot, arms crossing over her chest as she watched Makayla’s progress. The woman clambered onto the roof, and in a transformation more showy then her own – not that that was saying much – Makayla was replaced with Euclase. Nyasa made a silent gesture of clapping and, having already scanned for onlookers, walked into the alley. She briefly pressed into the shadow of a doorway, then emerged as Captain Mica.

The hooded Captain leapt up to the roof, giving Euclase a clinical once-over.

“ Pretty.” She said dryly. “ What’s your magic attack?”

Senshi of Suffering sounded good, but knowing how absurd some of those Moon brats were, she could very have some useless attack like “Suffer in Silence” that’d just render an enemy mute.

… actually, given the Senshi propensity for speeches, that would be useful.

Mica's lips curled into a wry smile, as though the very notion that Euclase had to ask to use her attack against her had humored her. It was certainly unorthodox for someone to ask if they could strike against another before doing so, but given rank and procedures to follow, Mica could see no wrong in her intentions.

With no one else around them to test it on, what choice did Mica have? She gave a polite nod, before setting her cane down, and she stood before the Senshi, hands at her side and standing perfectly still to give Euclase a prime target.

"Very well," Mica said, bracing herself for whatever may come. She showed no fear, no emotion besides slightly amusement, and she held down some anticipation for the attack. "Do it. I want to see what you are capable of."

She'd be lying if she wasn't a bit apprehensive about the incoming attack, and she reminded herself that, no matter what happened, not to be angry at Euclase for what she was about to feel. After all, being the Senshi of Suffering made it obvious what her attack may or may not do, so Mica did her best to brace her body, as she called out the attack and aimed at her midsection.

Being a woman, the pain that she was expecting would have been familiar with her monthly visitor, and given how physically active she was, she was blessed to not have to feel those cramps often. So, she felt prepared for the pain, but the moment it hit, it hit her. Hard. As stoic and strong as she was, the stabbing sensation in her gut caused her to gasp and she involuntarily wrapped her arms about her midsection and waist, and her pain was clear as day to see.

It was hard to concentrate, much less speak, and Mica tried to contain her anger as well, looking up as Euclase as her knees buckled. She DID ask for this, she reminded herself. "Suffering... you live up... to your name..."

She waited eagerly for the pain to pass, all the while thinking how fortunate they were to have someone such as Euclase on their side. She didn't want to have an enemy with this kind of power...