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It took Jayce only four days to organize their next outing together and the space in between that had been filled with cat pictures because if nothing else he was always a dedicated new friend. The whole Senshi thing was a shiny new toy and now there was someone fun he could hang out with while doing Senshi things, he was keen to keep the ball rolling. They’d fight some more monsters, maybe get some dinner along the way, he was really craving some pizza.

He’d chosen their first outing to be near the club district which also bordered a whole bunch of factories, purely because they’d be able to get food late at night and also run around and do stupid things in and on top of abandoned warehouses. It was, he’d decided, a flawless first time outing. Not counting the bear, that was like a prologue. This was chapter one.

After sending I’m here to Sedna, Centisima was waiting in a quiet alleyway in between a sex shop and a closed bike parts shop, watching one of the cubs across the street as the bouncers argued with a group of drunk guys. They eventually wandered off but he couldn’t help but wonder if that was the sort of thing you were supposed to help with now that you could jump up buildings.

Were you supposed to run around like a superhero and save the day? Rescue cats from trees and old people from burning houses? He’d wait and see how bad the youma problem was first before putting too much on his plate.

Jet found it was easier to make his quota and help Aquamarine and Seraphinite with theirs if he spread out hunting down low lives and other unfortunate people wandering alleys over the full week instead of just hoping he’d get lucky after putting it off. Tonight was just the same as any other — wait until some drunk college kids stumbled out of the bars and then drain their energy. There was always the option of bringing them to be corrupted, but there was really no point when they already lacked motivation in other areas of their lives.

He almost missed the auras of two lower level senshi on his search for the right victim to drain, but circled back to see if these two senshi might be worth the effort of snatching starseeds. He made his way to the edge of the building to peer down. They were just normal looking senshi. Probably band new.

“You could just both go home,” he scoffed down at them, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why bother powering up when you can’t do anything useful?”

It worked.

Sedna's red cheeks deepened in color, and she ogled the store next to them with a mixture of horror and wonder. "That actually kind of seems like a legit idea---" With the hand cuffs and all, but what about the other things in there---

She felt it too. The chill of a chaos aura. Sedna shuddered, from the aura and from the voice, and all traces of joking fled from her face. She snapped her gaze up as well, and gasped, her eyes going wide. "IT'S YOU!" She cried in exclamation, pointing a finger at Jet. "You---" Here she paused, because uh, duh, he wouldn't know who she was, and it needed to stay that way! She hadn't forgotten that kid, who pretended like his bike was broken and then tried to yank her starseed.

Sedna snapped her gazed briefly back to Centisima, her brows knitting. "Watch yourself, guy! This kid isn't messing around! He's got two real knives, and he's not afraid to use them! He'll yank your starseed too---" Sedna paused for a moment. "That's your soul." She whispered, loudly, to him. "It's a glowing stone inside your chest, and you go into a coma if it's taken!" The senshi looked back up at the captain, her lips twisting a bit. This kid was bad news bears...and if he had done that stuff to her, who was to say what he was up to now.

"It's two against one, guy!" She called up to him. "The odds aren't in your favor!"

"IT’S YOU."

Centisima’s eyebrows arched at the sudden and rather dramatic cry from beside him and he inclined his head sideways to see that, yes, she was indeed pointing her finger. Bless her. Wait a second- "Did you say knives?" He held up a hand, palm forward as if to say, that’s surely against the rules. Then there was the additional information about this starseed thing which was apparently his soul and it could be removed which didn’t seem like a particularly good design. Why didn’t being senshi come with a handbook?

"Woah, okay, after we kick this guy into the next universe we are going to have a sit down and talk about everything you know, because I know nothing and I mean really, but also, seriously, knives. If that’s allowed I’m buying a machete and-"

He didn’t get to tell her what he was going to do after he bought a machete (probably just wave it around and look tough, let’s be honest) because Mr. Two Knives was on the move if on the move also meant disappearing suddenly in mid air. "Are you f*cking kidding me!" That was all Centisima had to shout, as he quickly spun on his heels, uncertain whether to dodge or attack. It was this uncertainty that earned Two Knives first blood.

The knife slashed through Centisima upper shoulder. It wasn’t a deep cut but it was already bleeding and he clamped his gloved hand against it while stumbling out of range of another strike.

It hadn’t occurred to him until now, even after being faced with a youma and spider man, that this was actually quite serious.

Jet tsked in disappointment when it didn’t seem as though his blade struck anything vital on the male senshi. No matter. It looked as though he’d at least injured him, which was a good start.

He shifted his weight as he prepared for another attack, but the female shouted what he could only assume was one of her magic attacks, and Jet stepped backwards, startled when ships seemed to suddenly appear. They were small, like a float toy, but the horrible feeling he began feeling in the pit of his stomach had him stepping back once more.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this…

Maybe he was getting in over his head… Or maybe it was the magic playing tricks on him. In his experience he’d learned that magic could do pretty much anything, unfortunately.

“Your party tricks won’t last for long… You should have run when you had the chance,” he hissed, gripping tightly to the hilt of his knives, but waiting for the ships to fade before trying to attack again. He didn’t want to know what could happen if he touched one.

Sedna was relieved that the magic seemed to stall Jet for...a spell.

She also couldn't help but wonder, in the back of her mind, what the end goal of this battle was. To chase him away? To get him worn down enough that he leave them be for the night? That didn't seem like a good solution to the problem. It wouldn't stop him from coming after them again, and it wouldn't stop him from harming others...

Hnngh...

"Huh?" She snapped out of her thoughts as Centisima moved closer and spoke to her. "Uh---about half a minute, more or less! I know from experience---Right!" She followed his suggestion, and moved back into the alley way, she grabbed the first trash can lid she came across, and then flung it at Jet like a frisbee. She hoped Centisima was going to use his magic too. It'd been crazy effective on the youma they battled.

Centisima was mightily impressed by Sedna trash can lid throwing abilities. Bang! Right in the head! Mr. Knife stumbled into the wall and now was the time to move in for another strike.

“I’m going in! Venom Claw!” He saluted Sedna and shook his hand, magic spilling forth and coating his hand in a purple glow. “Hey a*****e, you mad?” His enemy was getting to is feet now but Centisima was striding forward, aiming directly the Negaverse Lieutenants chest.

Jet lunged forward just as the male senshi jumped forward as well, holding out his hand which… turned purple and looked super weird!

“Arugh!” Jet let out a cry of disgust as he tried to stop in mid-lunge, but not in time to stop the senshi from touching his chest. A sudden, horrible, itchy sensation overtook him, and Jet released his blades back into subspace so he could wrap his arms around his chest, trying to stop the burning feeling. But he was having no luck.

“What the hell did you do??” he snarled, but it didn’t look too intimidating as he was hit with not just a trash can lid this time, but the whole trash can.

Almost comically (not for him!) he lost his balance and toppled over backwards into a pile of trash that had been left out in the alley. The rest of the trash from the can that had been thrown at him emptied as well.

Itchy and embarrassed, Jet shot one more glare at the two, before teleporting away. He would just have to repay them for this another time. Next time, he wouldn’t stop until they were dead at his feet, their starseeds in his hand.