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Gwen was, to be honest, still unsure about this whole Knight thing but she was trying to take it in stride. Nothing of interest had happened thus far and, at most she lost a few hours of sleep a night, nothing she wasn't able to deal with. So far the whole going on patrol thing was very boring actually. She was starting to wonder why such a thing was even needed, but, she did it.

So, Hy-Brasil had set off on a patrol. She had yet to settle into a set area and instead tended to float around the city each time. It was a good way for her to learn the city's layout and where certain things were. So, that was at least one perk to this whole magical girl experience, and so far, really, the only one in her mind. The rapture of having magic and able to do things the normal person couldn't didn't really do much for her.

Choosing to venture into greenery, Hy-Brasil found herself at the park. The only lights were the ones that lined the path ways and a few of the playgrounds that were scattered about the massive park. Otherwise the dark of the night enveloped everything else. It was refreshing from the constant glow of the lights of the city, and Hy-Brasil reveled in the fact that she could see stars high above. It was a pretty sight for sure.

A movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention. "Who could possibly be out at this time?" After all it wasn't early. Well...that would depend on one's take on early she supposed. It was an hour that no normal person would be out and about, at least not in winter. So, she headed towards the dimly lit playground.

As she neared it was obvious that whomever was occupying the swing was not someone 'normal'. The clothes alone were a big indicator for that, but Hy-Brasil had no idea who it was nor if it was someone friendly. She had so little interaction with others on her patrols she never really knew who was friend or foe. And her aura sensing wasn't something she completely understood yet. None-the-less she stepped into the orange light that the streetlight gave and rounded to the front of the swing sets.

Immediately she quirked an eyebrow at the box of donuts positioned in the girls lap and a part of her instantly assumed that whomever this was was probably not be an enemy. Hy-Brasil couldn't fathom the idea of a bad guy sitting on a swing and enjoying a box full of donuts, and pink frosted ones at that. "You have frosting all over." She noted with a smile and pointed to her own lips as an indicator.

"Well, I think I am. I guess it depends on your stance in this war or whatever is going on." She eyed the girl carefully, not really sure what she was looking at herself. Standing so close she got the feeling that this girl wasn't bad, just different from herself. Well I should be happy that I didn't just waltz right up to an enemy, I guess.

She had so much to learn about and being on her patrols, as infrequent as they were right now, proved that to her. Maybe she should go out more, but she coveted sleep too much and frankly wasn't devoted to this whole business.

Brushing hair behind her ears, Hy-Brasil shrugged. "That's because I am not a senshi." She paused for a moment, trying to remember where she had heard that term before. "Ah! That's right Camelot mentioned senshi. I guess that's what you are?" She questioned. "I am a Page of Earth, Hy-Brasil." She walked over and held out a hand to the senshi in greeting.

"I am new to this whole business and frankly know very little of what's going on, who is who, and why all of this is so utterly important." She sighed. "It's still so strange to think a covert war has been going on in the city and I knew nothing about it until recently."

"Well, considering I'am....fairly new yet to the city, I've missed quite a few of those media stories." Well, in truth, she wasn't -terribly- new to DC but she had yet to reach the year mark. That wouldn't roll around until July, so in her mind she was still a newcomer to this strange city. Sure, she had heard strange stories, but hadn't thought much on them considering she was hailing from the Big Apple. She certainly wasn't one to judge DC on their stories and had never thought much on them. "But I can see what you mean if I think back on some of the stuff I've heard. Still, being in the thick of things is much different.

At the offer of donuts, Hy-Brasil raised a hand and shook her head gently. "Thanks, but I'll pass. It's nice to meet you Zhou Yi." She smiled, genuinely happy to meet someone else, especially one of the senshi characters she had heard about.

She leaned against one of the support poles of the swing set, arms crossed just under her chest as she studied Zhou. The red and white fuku was quite the statement but it was the large abundance of tails that really caught her attention. Curious, indeed. She vaguely wondered if the attachments were cumbersome or not cause they sure as hell looked like they'd get in the way. "Hm, well, yes. I suppose that's one good thing about this." She gestured at herself, indicating her outfit and powered self. "I've been on the receiving end of an attack before I knew about this war going on. It was scary and not something I'd like to see others go through so lending help is something I could get on board with. Still, I don't particularly have a death wish in all of this either." And the way this senshi was talking, Gwen wasn't sure if the girl really understood the concept of a war. Unexperienced or not, Hy-Brasil knew that people were severly injured and died in these things.

"So, how long have you been at all of this?"

It was easy, too easy, to fall into this position.

The power of the Negaverse; the strength of it was exactly what Wolfeite wanted, what he craved. There was little point in denying himself the luxuries of all that it could give him, and he found himself greedy for more, hungry for the benefits, the intensity, everything.

Labyrinthite had given him a gift. And now he knew that he was capable of much, much more.

The guise of Wolfeite was far more exhilarating than Archer Wren had ever been. He slipped into the uniform more often than not, burning for the rush of power and of a sense of complete and total control. As Wolfeite, he could do as he pleased.

He certainly intended to do so now, with the two Order figures that he sensed just up ahead.

Wolfeite's shoes crunched on a frosted leaf; he made no point in hiding himself or trying to sneak up on them. The power signature would give him away anyway, and he thought it perfectly acceptable to simply approach them now, a slight breeze teasing his hair out of his eyes.

"Good evening," he said in a low voice that was partially muffled by the kerchief he wore around his face.

Another day in the office? Well that was an interesting way to look at it. Not that she ever felt like she was putting her own life on the line while working in an office. Not that she had any experience working in an office, but still. It was a mundane enough a job. Everyone seemed to survive their 9 to 5 jobs even if some seemed a bit soulless. No, it was a bad analogy.

“I can’t say I’ve done any good so far, unless you mean letting my roommate have the run of the apartment for the nights I am out.”

She sighed and closed her to think for a moment before answering the girls question. “I guess it’s about 2 weeks now since I’ve awoken.”

That was when she heard the first voice and eyes snapped open and in the direction it had come from. Being so new to the scene she was not at all use to keeping track of signatures, but now as she stood there she could feel that this person was...odd? No, dark. There was something dark and wrong about the signature that made the hair on the back of her neck rise slightly.

And another voice caught her attention along with another similar wrong signature. Brows furrowed as she turned her attention to the girl who had also decided to join the ‘party’.

She’d never encountered a nega officer, not since awakening, but Hy-Brasil recognized the military-esque uniforms that both doned. Sure they weren’t the same as her attackers had been during the summer, but after Camelot’s description she was pretty damn sure these two were not here to share donuts and talk.

“No invitation, no admittance.” She said as she pushed away from the pole she’d been leaning against, arms unfurling from her chest.

The presence of another Negaverse agent both annoyed and amused Wolfeite, though none of this showed on his face, most of it hidden behind the mask anyway. His dark eyes flickered towards the pale haired woman, giving her a slight nod before they slid back to the object he'd come for.

The starseeds. Two of them, he knew, hidden within the cavity in the White Moon chests, and he wanted them.

He recognized one of them, and it made him pleased. Her countenance was the same as it had been last time, pathetically self-righteous and ridiculously offended at his apparent lack of respect for life that meant nothing to him. Wolfeite watched the tension in her shoulders, the old expression on her face.

"What children," he said, but before he'd even started forward, he felt the fizzle of magic, the slow drain of energy. Wolfeite staggered, his body trembling, and a wash of dizziness had come over him, a snarl passing through his lips, angry and feral sounding. <******** Order and their ******** magic," he hissed, stumbling as he tried to regain his balance one more, his chest heaving for breath. "You hide behind that because you have nothing else to offer."

And he lunged, pushing past the weary feeling in his bones, not for the senshi -

- but for the page, Wolfeite's fist swinging towards her stomach.

Whoa. Fight? What the hell? Hy-Brasil knew that these two weren’t friends but she didn’t think that the encounter would escalate so quickly. And escalate it did! Before she knew it, Zhou was suggesting that Hy take the guy and people sprung into action. Though, as true to all battles, nothing went to plan and Hy found herself face to face with Wolfeite and barely moved from her spot.

The first collided with her mid section and forced the air from her with an audible ‘omph’. She staggered back from the blow, hand over her stomach as she looked up at Wolfeite through red locks sucking in air.

This was the part she had told Camelot she wasn’t suited for. Fighting was not her forte. Could she defend herself? Yea, sure. She learned a few things in a self defense class but nothing that would probably be terribly important in an actual fight. The problem was, with the predicament they were in, Hy-Brasil really had no choice but to do something...to fight.

So, balling her fists the page went after the agent with as much gusto as she could. Instead of throwing a predictable punch though, Hy opted for what she figured would be the most powerful part of her and kicked out at Wolfeite, aiming for his right know in particular. If she could keep him from chasing her around by injuring him there, maybe she’d be able to end the fight quickly? Surely no one would want to keep fighting if they couldn’t walk?