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Whereas Remarque typically liked to arrive a bit early, he took great care to arrive just on time, today. It was rare—if ever—that he was near to the antique store while powered up, and he didn't want anyone poking their nose around here, messing things up. He had seen what sort of destruction a battle could cause; he wasn't going to let anything happen to this place because he was negligent.

He couldn’t be too careful, though; he had locked up the store and powered up right there. There were more than enough mirrors for him to slip through, and he did so quickly. It was a bit redundant, but Remarque was careful to preserve both his identity and the safety of the shop; he mirrorwalked from one of the antique mirrors into the park and started backtracking to the store.

The walk back was quick, albeit unpleasant; the rain from earlier had only recently stopped, but the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Fog had rolled in, thick and heavy. Remarque batted at it as he climbed up to the roof of the antique shop, not but a few seconds shy of their meet up time.

"I think 'see' is being generous," the male replied, swatting at the air, still. A part of him had been worried that Benitoite wasn't going to show—that someone would have found out about Bazzite and detained the General. That he would have been so engrossed in grief that he would have been late. It was a great relief to have him there and in one piece, though Remarque couldn't bring himself to relax just yet.

While it didn't seem that anyone was in the area and posed a threat, he didn't want to stay for any longer than he needed to. "I hope the Rift has better weather than this. That…is where you're keeping him, isn't it?" he prompted.

Remarque just nodded, moving closer to Benitoite to see him better. He was still taking in all the information about Bazzite and really didn't have any idea of what to expect. He didn't care what the weather was up here; he'd deal with the nuisance if only just to see what had become of his friend.

"Good to know," he said of the Rift; he'd never really had any idea where it was. It would be like trying to describe Mirrorspace; all he knew of it was that it existed between mirrors, but as to where, physically, one could find it? He hadn't the faintest idea. The concept of someone stumbling into Mirrorspace uninvited was almost amusing, until one considered the current disposition of the wraiths.

It probably wouldn't end well for the uninvited guest.

"…All right, let's get this show on the road," he said, drawing in one final, calming breath. "I'm ready, let me see him."

A metallic breathing sound reached their ears before the unnatural glow of inhuman blue reached their eyes. The summons was heeded with the utmost haste as all youma were apt to do. They had no choice but to obey. However, Bazzite never minded his leash - if he were to play pet to anyone, it would have been Benitoite.

The breathing and the buzzing of a huge locust somewhere in the darkness drew closer and grew louder. Steps could be heard with a long pause between them indicating an exceptionally wide stride. A figure began to take shape in the shadows - a towering height, wide shoulders, glowing eyes. Wings in quadruplicate and made of gossamer, a hood, claws. Vague details became sharper the closer the youma drew to his master. Soon a face could be seen, remnants of the adornments he wore as a Captain swung about his hips. Pointed ears jutted through what remained of his hood. Blue skin was matte where a slight tan used to be.

His destination reached, the youma simply smiled down at the blonde, face brightening in the same way a dog's would upon seeing his master.

"Hello, Beni."

Where somemight quiver or turn to see what approached them the shorter blond did not. He knew what was approaching and knew his safety was a guarantee, Bazzite wouldn't ever hurt him. Bazzite may no longer be the same, would never be the same, but Benitoite still knew the other would never harm him nor allow harm to come to him. In fact, Bazzite who had always seemed to care for him could better care for and insure his safety now, not that he would ever seen such from the other. He liked his independence and liked to rely on himself, he liked to think he had enough strength to keep himself relatively safe in a battle.

And while he knew he was safe he knew other people - civilians - weren't. Where the old Bazzite had freaked out on at the idea of killing, had cried over it, this Bazzite had no such issues with killing. This was just one of the major things separating the two, and that upset the General.

"Bazzite." Turning his head to look up at the other, he really needed to get used to the others immense height.

"You should spend some time talking to him, you'll notice the difference more. It's rather...profound." Looking to Bazzite he tilted his head, it was hard to look at him and yet he willed himself to. This was his youma and this was Bazzite. He couldn't look away. "You remember Remarque, correct Bazzite?" He really didn't know, though he did hope he did.

When Bazzite approached, Remarque watched him cautiously. He wanted to trust that Bazzite remembered him, that they would get along. Wanted to trust Benitoite that he was tamed and would obey.

But Bazzite was taller than him, and he looked strange.

And Remarque had never really gotten along with any youma.

"Is that so?" he prompted, though there was no real curiosity. He had little interest in starseeds or pulling them, but if that was what was occupying Bazzite's free time, he wasn't going to challenge it. "Benitoite has certainly given you an interesting makeover, I'll say that much about it."

His eyes flicked to Benitoite; he had had meant no insult by it, though it was almost awkward to speak to Bazzite. He wanted to speak to Benitoite, who at least had a human face.

But Bazzite had spoken. Bazzite wanted to be addressed.

So he'd try.

"So, it's been a while since I last saw you. I never got to ask how you were, how you've been doing." Simple prying, but he was testing the water with this one. "What's it like?"

"I am doing well," came a metallic reply, Bazzite lifting and moving his head to and fro to stretch the tired muscles. Despite the fact that it probably looked incredibly painful, his high-arched feet never seemed to bother him. It was usually his back and neck. "Things are different. I'm mostly just hungry and bored. There aren't many to talk to down here though, and that bothers me sometimes. When you want to talk, everything around you just grunts. Like if someone turned all of your Court into zombies. Friendly zombies but... not good conversationalists."

A shrug of his wide shoulders was about all he could muster.

His General's suggestion for a quick meal made the youma's skin peel back in a delighted, toothy smile. "I can stretch my legs a little. The night air topside smells so good when you have all this dankness to compare it to. You don't know what you have until it's gone, right Remarque?"

The youma chuckled. Certainly he knew and understood the immensity of all he'd lost more than most people aside from his General. And yet, Bazzite didn't have an ounce of hatred for him.

It was the other hating him, and not forgiving him, which bothered and worried the General terribly. He worried over so many things concerning Bazzite and his new form. How could he not though? But the other seemed alright, though Johnathan Miller had been good at hiding things, so he wasn't sure if he should take things at face value. He wished he could, would like it if he could.

The others words about being topside and not knowing what you had till you lost it stung, stabbed deep, as the General covered up a wince at the others words.

"Hmmm...the taste of starseeds..." Pondering this he tapped a foot gently against the ground, rapidly, that was an interesting question. "I've never taken drugs but I'd say it could make you high like one though it's a high of power and euphoria perhaps. As for taste, since you asked about taste, I can't really say. I think you get swept up in the power and the rush too fast to notice a taste. You will notice a crunch though; I suppose like rock candy if you've ever had it." He answered while looking to Bazzite to see what his answer would be, would it be different? What did the other get from them? Aside from a full belly and...pleasure of some sort?

"I wonder if a dark mirror senshi could even have one..." Thoughtful he tilted his head a bit. "I mean the energy boost is good but also some mild healing helps in a battle." And he did wonder on this for a moment; could dark mirror senshi reap the benefits starseeds offered?