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She wasn't happy with where things stood in the Negaverse- the young ones were too unguided. With rank came responsibility, and Schörl took the opportunity to play an even more hands-on approach in making example and certainty of the purpose of membership in both the Negaverse and the SpecOps. She'd started her night usual enough, Barbary finally returned to her side for night jaunts in taking reports from captains and lieutenants on the field or finding poor unfortunates to harvest from. It was in commuting along that she first felt the two signatures- a lieutenant and a super senshi.

Uneven odds rarely boded well- she knew that from personal attempts on the Tiger.
As she closed distance, the two remained as they were. She fed Barbary a starseed to keep his attention razor sharp and powered down. "Carry me the rest of the way in your silence, luv. We're going to eavesdrop."

A youma was less noticeable than a captain. Especially a silent youma. It was enough to get near to hearing the last bit. A juicy, writhing, unfortunate bit. Looking from the shadows, Barbary's green eyes winking in the dim shadows of her fire escape hiding, his claws flexing overtop her own talon-held hands. Not convincing, boy. You aren't fishing for information or trying to turn her. You're just falling into her bag. And then you'd go night after night not attacking them, even if you were still meeting quota, saying some rot about they're just people too. Yes. They are. They're the wrong just-people. They're not Metallia's, and they get in the Queen's way. They ruin our efficiency. You're ruining our efficiency.
It took breaths to power up, her aura sounding whatever alarm to either of them in the moments of thought between wanting to be right next to the fool lieutenant and then being there after a teleportation. Barbary still clung to her as her secondary cloak- her Nemean lion. The poor lieutenant had only had enough time to stand away from the chain link to materialize his weapon. The plastic, sandbox shovel was not fearful, and so late in the game did not convince of conviction to attack the senshi. Schörl's hand snaked out and around the back of the boy's neck to lift him by. "So it is, 'life-changing', Lieutenant. Traitor at the least, seditionist at the most. "

"You've disobeyed the cardinals of the General-Sovereigns. A soldier who disobeys standing orders could be court-martialed to determine whether the disobedience was proper- but I've already heard enough."

He struggled, kicking his legs out while trying to worm out of her hold. Hard to do with no purchase to push his weight against.

Schörl looked over at the senshi, "Treason consists in assisting any person or conspiring with any person to levy war against the Negaverse. Guilty. "

"Violation of orders in a military, girl. His orders were standing and clear. He broke them." She looked slowly over at the senshi while Barbary crawled along her arm like a laundry line to get to the Lieutenant and start wrapping around him like a hooded blanket. "You are the enemy. Fraternization with the enemy, especially pretty girls convincing soldiers they're not the enemy, is treason. You're serving your side doing it, making turncoats of ours. "

"Better dead than a turncoat. We won't have our own weapons turned against us. Or turn useless in whole- what use is a soldier who can't fire his gun? " The lieutenants struggles became completely silent as the Youma swaddled him- blackgreen fur pushed out here and there by struggling limbs. Schörl let the cocoon drop to her feet. She held out her hand, her own weapon materializing it and held out at the pretty violette girl. "Are you going to keep wasting my time? Maybe you'll make a good replacement for him. You'd look good in black."

But what do you hope to gain girl, trying to take blame on yourself? Words are the most dangerous weapon of all. You don't honestly think officers are dumb enough to believe that 'just talking' is no danger at all.

" 'If thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.' "

Telling world leaders and military personel what should and shouldn't count? Magnanimous, your worship, to impart what a correct and standardized set of priorities should be. " Schörl leered, hard and twisted by the crink of disdain in her nose. "It's a wonder there's homeless animals and starving children with you around."

"I serve the Dynamic, the expanding and growing. ' Restore balance'? 'Inconvenient'-" Thoughts laughed back the weeks to that fool with the mace bleating similar questions. " The formless, infinite emptiness at the start of myths was progenitor of all things and from it all things sprung. We all belong in its unending possibility. In Chaos. "

She drew back her weapon and arm from hyperextension then lunged, striking out to lash the cane towards the girl's thighs. " What fool seeks balance with their foes over finite goal? This world belongs to the Negaverse- we seek no peace with you, we need no peace with you. One by one by one and twos and threes and all shall fall down to ashes and ashes."

"Convenient are the myths of your Civilization, mouthpiece of Progress. Shall I accept your public benefits, your societal votes on my time and my rights, your sympathy for others and your 'destiny' as my authority? No girl. We have what liberty we have strength and intelligence to take. We keep our own throne of earth with cunning and utility away from you empires of stars. We revolted against the senshi once, with all your magic and 'better' lives that we didn't want. We will have no others here. We will have our freedom, even at the price of the blood of fools. Loose lips sink ships- so while the war lasts we must close them. "

A tree? This was one of the stranger magical effects she'd been subjected to- a tree made of energy that didn't seem to actually be doing anything. Not right off anyway. 'Irene', is it then? 'Serene sanction.'

The feints were unexpectedly a little faster than she expected from the Super Senshi. It was tempting to swat the tree itself, though there was the unspoken threat of magic where interaction directly with it acted as a trigger. Schörl stayed mostly to her side of the tree, following the feints but not overextending too far. But since you're sticking around, ...still talking about this Lieutenant. You're going to try to get to him. How noble.

It was a waiting game until the senshi decided there was enough of an opening to dash for where Barbary cocooned the unfortunate agent. The great, flat, greenblack youma lion's paw swatted a little at Irene's approach like a predator unwilling to let another even close enough to see what was on the dinner table.

"Dying for causes, killing for them- quaintly comic book, luv. The hardest thing is living for a cause. I live for our eventual freedoms. For the complete perfection of our throne. " She pivoted smartly on her heel after having missed the feint that let the senshi by towards the bundle, bringing her own speed and weapon around, Your rear will take the cane just as well as your thigh did, sweetie.

The feel of contact, the magic-strengthened rattan's bending and resounding crack, was a thrill along Schörl's spine that stopped abruptly. There was a like light of fire across her own skin, not mirror like in actuality, where right became left and left-right. Her eyes saw the false-reflection clearly against what her own nerves screamed.

The blow hit. Senshigirl winces, bites against the pain. Why do I feel it? It feels fully to bruising. It was a more interesting, more sudden concern, than the dwindled feel of the Lieutenant. Barbary had that morsel, had it nearly swallowed of energy. There was only the barest flicker of energy field left as a fourth to their threesome.

"Now who speaks of selfishness. Are causes only worthy if we are not disposable to the ideals? If I fail, I deserve what comes. Its a military, girl, not a schoolyard." Barbary gripped the Lieutenant in its back legs, tail coiled around waist like a belt, pulling along and away with its forepaws. It was trying to drag the no longer struggling form away from Irene's meddling. The lieutenant's uniform was quickly fading away to jeans and running shoes as the last energies to remain powered leeched to the Youma. But it meant Irene could at least get to touch him, grab him, try to aid him against the pulling or swaddling.

"Who plays with lives, at ending them, then theirs is also on the line. We're all mortal," Schörl swung again at the senshi, less murder or malice. It was at the girl's right shoulder, a blow like a teacher would try to correct a student who should return to their seat. Will I feel it?

The blow made contact of a sort, striking a line across her own arm that squinched Schörl's nose up in a snarl. It was a nasty trick of magic, for someone with a more piercing sort of weapon like spear or sword. The senshi girl was going on with more over-baked politeness. Then skirting off.

Is the tree the source, or is it a MacGuffin? She timed it against her heartbeats, watching the senshi bounce off to shadows and silhouette. She hissed, crouching as Barbary slunk off his prey, jamming her hand into the slowly breathing chest. Out came a pale, minty starseed shot with chaos blacks. She opened her palm to Barbary, who licked it out politely to crunch upon.

She will need watching. Possibly converting.