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Glimmer light and glitter of energy recently gained. Ill gotten, from bodies left slumped at the back of a partially open garage. Where the heavy steel door had been left open enough, that he'd been able to slide under, silent, near soundless shiff, and catch a pair of men unawares while they worked on something that reeked of copper and engine oil. He made sure they were left warm...left alive..before wandering off to continue his snatch and grab games.

Diasporite was soo very focused on maintaining it. The precious orb. Playing practice in-between snatching quotas. His own methodical way to work on getting a better handle on concentrating while hunting solo. Somuchso - that he nearly hadn't noticed - had turned just in time to see; and it wasn't as though she was being sneaky. No. She was obvious, the way her eyes trained on him like prey. The way she stalked as if unafraid - as if...

Suddenly, Diasporite felt *hunted*, felt terror rise like bile out of nowhere as he looked on. As he breathed, out, choked on shock and the fridgid night air. Air that stung, eyes, nose - throat. Stole his scream and left him gasping at the being that had transformed before him. It's Aura screamed 'Senshi'; it's visage? Did not.

The energy in his hand scattered like so many fireflies. Lost to the ether as panic consumed him. As fear chilled his blood and set him to twist round -- and run. Spark of gold heel against sidewalk, his cape n' braid a whiplike flourish behind him while he leapt for the nearest -- awning -- roof -- anything all that would get him *away*.

“No!” - pain-panicked cry as he felt a tug. A yank. Strands that slipped free of the braided bind, silken, slick. Pulled and slid — the fabric of his coat — lovely frills that caught in her — it’s!? Claws - claws - knifelike claws!

Horrid, wretched, sickly — whatever the Senshi was. All Dia could see was what the rancid fear clouded his vision with. Like something had risen from the darkest depths of death to come and drag him down with it — a monster that smiled too wide, with teeth that were too long. Like rusty nails in a coffin of his own making.

As his cry became a half choked snarl; he turned where she twisted on him, gave into gravity and her snake-quick speed. Turned a flash of kitten claws on her. False jewelry, gold flecked things that tipped his gloves on command.

If he was dying. He wa s going to make her work for it. Even if he would lose — like a mouse fending off a leviathan.

"Calm down? Calm down!" - high pitched crackle of sound. Dia felt mocked, to his core. The cruelty of this -- monstrous - alien - thing. His adrenaline high thoughts swirled around answering with a 'how dare' or '******** you'. Felt the words catch between his teeth as he grit them against the rough grip. Winced for the pull. For the utter strangeness of making out her speech around the ebb and swell of fear.

So much fear, that crawled up his spine, all the effort it took just to look at her. Her strange eyes, her -- fin like ears? Such senselessness that he found it easier to squeeze his eyes shut. To process only sound while he dug his fingers into her hands wrapped around him. No point in trying to dislodge them - only to dig - to make points and drag lines over her 'too many colors to process' skin.

Oh, and it was one thing, for her to laugh. Unnerving hinge that locked before his end. It was another entirely for her to ask such strange ******** questions.

Had he gone insane? Had she? Asking for years, places - the simplest of things woven round the concept of a larger universe, round a loss of time. Diasporite was sure she was simply toying with him. Dragging it out meanly, like he was some stupid, evil, thing. The idea that she'd get a kick out of it. Teasing easy answers free that would mark him traitor - surely - otherwise as some easily broken underling; before throwing him off a too high roof, or sucking him into space for a quick yet messy end.

"Lost? Your way, or your mind." Dia cracked his eyes open, rosehued and shiny at the corners where they welled with tears. Felt his nose run as he shook - and rather than answer her.....

Spat in her face.

There was a flicker of a smile. A flash of canine and anger that bled through the wet mess of fear that leaked from his face. There and gone, as she rattled his senses, as he saw - so many stars.

"Argh!" - bitchbitchbitch - she was insane. Clearly. It couldn't hurt to bark out an answer. Not anyone but himself, and as he got his bell rung by - a backhand.

Dias would have the witherwall, later, to be absolutely scandalized that she'd backhanded him. At that moment though? All he could think of was the sting. The taste of pink, like copper, that ran across his tongue and over his lip. The stars and welling pain that wasn't receding. Cold and scared. Maybe if he eeked out an answer - If his answer made her loosen her grip?

Even just a little bit.

"E. A. R. T. H." because maybe she was insane, but he wasn't going to lose his teeth over it. None of her words made sense, so he'd offer his own. An answer, of sorts.

"It's Earth! Do you need an atlas, a globe, a star map?!" clipped, bitten and snapped. The quickly whined words, the ire, because they all used 'chaos' didn't they. Their go to pickup line. He wasn't sure how to answer her though. Who he served, did she mean his General? His Generals King? Their Queen?

"I serve...Myself, you - monster." and there was clear hesitancy in his answer, as he squirmed, and kicked out with sharp little heels for her shins.

Hard like pulling teeth for him, easy as breathing air for her - it seemed - and as she went on and his vision cleared. All sorts of questions flared. What was she? No, who was she.

Going on about Academy's, about her family. A dead daughter, the sad sort of thing that should've brought a tear to his eye. All his tears were for himself though, fresh things as the magic before his eyes waned -- shifted into -- into...Her skin was blue, and the colors were truly strange. He hadn't simply imagined the feel of fishnet and the vivid sight of some very much 'not human' ears. Even as her form became less hideous, less bone deep worrying, it didn't suddenly become something familiar to him. She didn't become something familiar. Ever more strange with her hissed rage and heavy kicks.

Dia went down on his a**, sprawled, scrabbled and coughed for the hot fire of her heelprint center of his chest. Curled suddenly to shield himself beneatht he barrage of oncoming kicks. Thought Monster even as he kept those words clenched nice and tight between his aching teeth.

Space - and - he knew the Senshi were from space. He'd seen worlds, iced over, alien, gloriously stunning things. T e r r i f y i n g. For all the ways they were nothing at all like Earth, like home.

He hadn't noted the one he'd seen recently to be, chaotic? The weather, maybe, the Senshi? Certainly. But -- the planet itself had been an empty thing. Devoid of all life save for its soul occupant, or so it'd seemed. Maybe an insect had lived there too? He hadn't remembered if the ice-girl -- if she'd mentioned anything more beyond her spire of ice.

It was hard to remember while the Senshi creamed of -- consumed worlds, murdered families, took it out on him when he'd never even met her before! Insane -- definitely insane, this one.

"Are--are you a-those pastel ones." gripped for names of creatures around a hiccough gasp of air and the bloom of bruises. His wet glares did nothing but he held them on her all the same. "Valencians! Val-valenyans?*You're supposed to be our allies*" quick-thought that scattered, but he grasped at it all the same. Felt his chances to squirm away wan --- knew he wouldn't win.

Wondered if this was one of them, the newly acquired 'allies'. All manner of hue and strangeness too, with their overtly tall leader, their technologies. "Our friends - and -- and if you stop this now. I won't tell your Commander .. or Metallia..." an absolute lie, though he couldn't say much when he had not even a name to go off of. He would tattle, take his revenge. Except maybe she really was insane? Needed help? Or a good beheading.

"You take up your shitty crying about Chaos and y-your dead 'Space' with them! With whoever pissed you off! Because it wasn't me."

She had power enough as far as he was concerned. As he saw spots and sipped air through a straw. Hissed it in and out around the clench of spittle, clawed at shoe, at ankle, as he felt her press down. Heeldug pain that would leave bruises in the shapes of shoes, he was sure.

If she hadn't cracked something already.

She wasn't Valencian, but she also wasn't like the normal Senshi he'd come to know. She was some obscenely other thing -- scary, powerful - clear with her intent. So he nodded along like his head would bobble off. Hated himself for every shared bit of information and 'yes' that he gave. It was a fairly traded promise though. The easiest and least confusing thing she'd asked of him the entire time.

"Promise-promise-promise!"

The whole of the world would know her name if he had his way - her shape - her color. The dangle of gold and tangle of netting. The way her hair fell in lovely, long waves, like the galaxy had unfolded around her. What her shitty kicks and demoralizing backhands felt like - from his exactingly specific point of view.

"Soldier of Dread - I swear" a venom laced wheeze, while he strained and shifted. Found little room to wiggle, only an increasing lack of air under pressure. An uptick in the urge to vomit on her pretty little loafers - if it'd get her the ******** off of him any faster.

The urge to turn his head to bite her toe welled up; lingered just behind his teeth. He turned it into a weak little whimper and sneer. Pink hued hate filled look that lingered, as he sucked fresh, stinging, lungfuls of air.

Freed — and he was unsure — shakily cautious in case she changed her tune. Found hands and knees — trembled briefly on new twinge for how his mind heaved, felt his pathetic little nail tips catch agains the flat surface beneath him. Curled until it hurt.

*Dagon*

Oh, the smile he’d wear on the day they made her pay.

Dia was gone — up and staggering — sprinting. Leapt like he trusted gravity to catch his fall into the darkness beyond an alley.

*Gone.*

He had people to tell.