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For some reason Rutile was just sitting up on the roof of one of the nearest high schools, Crystal, actually. His legs hung off the side of the building like he had nothing to worry about. It was around midnight. A couple more hours to go and he could start draining the drunken people who stumbled out of bars alone. It's what he did. He had a few pearls to give to the next general he found, whoever they are. Buddingtonite is the only general he knew of and he didn't know that many other officers. Sure he knew Azurite could lead him to someone, but she'd been on edge lately...

He wasn't exactly helping things with how he snapped because of the lasting effects of his drug detox. Sometimes he could still feel the pain...

"No." He shook his head, dreads moving and thumping against his back. "Can't think about that," he murmured to himself.


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Ploutonion was fairly consistently on high alert. His experiences so far as a Knight had been uncomfortable and nearly fatal. So it was, perhaps, a mystery that he even powered up at all. But power up he had, and he had wandered himself to the area near Crystal Academy, because surely the area around a prestigious girl's school would be safe. And he intended to play it as safe as possible.

But no, there it was, the aura of a Negaverse agent, and that made him grit his teeth and curl his hands tighter around his pomegranate. "Come out, wherever you are," he said, and he did his best to keep his voice as smooth as possible. "Why don't we have a conversation, hmm?


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It seemed like he just snapped back into himself from his thoughts at the voice and Rutile blinked a little. What? A grin made it's way to his face as he realized this wasn't a Chaos signature at all. Slowly standing to his full height, the man wandered out towards that signature at a lazy pace. "Oh look what we have here," he called out, laughing. "A little boy and a piece of fruit. What are you going to do, throw it at me?"

He started circling the other, not making the first move, just wanting to see what was going to come of this. "What are you doing out by yourself?


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"Little" rankled, but it was obviously meant to do so - at six foot two, Ploutonion wasn't exactly tiny. So he hung on to the charming smile and the cheery, unconcerned facade, even if inside he was distinctly panicking. He vividly remembered the agony of having his starseed removed, and being circled like a prey animal only made him more certain it was likely to happen again.

"I might just, and you won't like where I throw it," he said, and it came out with the same cheery veneer as everything else he'd said so far. "But really, that would be terribly unnecessary. I'm out patrolling, same as you, merely hoping for a few answers about this little...conflict we find ourselves in."


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He hadn't really meant size, but age. He was pretty sure he had a couple years on this kid even if they were matched in height. Cackling a little, he looked the long haired man over before stepping closer. "Too bad we're on opposing sides, you're really kind of pretty." With that, he charged at Ploutonion without much more bravado or talk. Instead he just pivoted on one of his legs, and swung the other out, trying to aim at his side or higher.

If anything could be said about Rutile, is he was actually starting to enjoy the thrill of fighting. It felt like old times.


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Ploutonion was utterly unprepared for the leg to his side, and he gasped, and stumbled backwards, but he was still mostly on the defensive, moving as quickly as he could in the hopes that dodging would keep him safe.

"Come now, we don't have to be enemies," he said. "Surely we can talk this out!" Surely his words couldn't fail him, because words were all he had, and fighting was not exactly his strong suit.


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Rutile smirked when his leg hit and then the boy moved. Damn it. This wasn't going to be easy, was it? He snarled a little and wandered closer to the braided boy, shaking his head. "Talk it out? Like hell. Your side isn't worth talking to." He rushed at the knight again and swung his fist. Even if he didn't hit, he was really just warming up right now, trying to knock the rust off of himself to get those skills back.


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Plouton did manage to bring up a hand to block the punch, but it still hurt - just his arm, instead of his face. He threw his pomegranate as hard as he could in the limited space, an effort both to do some injury and to get a free hand.

He was a little panicked, that was definitely true, but there was no way he was going to back down.


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And suddenly Rutile got a face full of a huge pomegranate and he let out a yelp and hiss. It hurt! Close range, he was probably going to bruise, damn it! So he had to let go of the braided night, at least by his arm. If he could, he was going to yank that braid and drag the man back to him, or at least knock him to the cement.

That is, unless the other ran ******** brat!"


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Ploutonion stepped backwards, eyes slightly wide. He hadn't expected throwing his weapon to be quite as successful as it had been, but at least he was no longer in close combat with someone who was obviously far stronger than him.

After a quick beat of hesitation, he turned and bolted, running as hard as he could. His only goal was to get as far away as quickly as he could, and then power down so hopefully the Lieutenant couldn't find him again.


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Rutile was.... well. Not pissed. He was a little amused over the fact the other threw fruit at him and then just grinned wide. He'd find that long haired kid again and throw more than fruit at him next time. He promised.

"Yeah go ahead and run." With that, Rutile turned on his heel and meandered the other way, rubbing at the place the pomegranate hit. That was probably going to leave a mark.