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Vesuvianite stretched and yawned as he lurked in the alley, keeping an eye out for unwitting civilians. They really needed to find someone and get some energy. The Negaverse was always in need, and they were a captain now—they couldn't slack. They needed to keep forging ahead. If they were lucky, they would eventually get the promotion to general, which would be a dream come true. the longer Vesuvianite spent as a Negaverse officer, the more they understood the cause. The things they'd seen, heard, even just read up on in the files available to them—there was so much they needed to do to protect Earth from hostile forces. It was almost ridiculous how endless it seemed. Luckily, the Negaverse seemed pretty powerful. They were holding their own against these invasive forces. So, Vesuvianite couldn't slack. Not when so much was at risk.

They finally spotted a person who seemed full of energy this evening—and also alone as she skipped along, humming to herself, and generally clearly in a good mood. Excellent. That meant they could take more from her than the average person. Some people just had... such nice wells of energy within them. Lip curling into a smirk, they waited for the perfect moment, then grabbed the girl by her arm and hauled her into the alleyway, draining her energy just out of sight.

"Shh, it's okay," they soothed as the girl started to struggle for the briefest of moments, then slumped. It didn't really matter to say these kinds of things, given the memory issues it would cause, but it made them feel better anyway.

Vesuvianite paused in their talking to the girl, blinking owlishly up at the intruding Page in some confusion as they continued to drain the girl in his arms.

"Creep?" they repeated as he blinked again. "I'm not—ew." They put as much forceful disgust as they could into that word.

"I'm not hurting her," they continued scornfully. "I'm just taking some of her excess energy—what exactly did you think was going on, you nasty-minded page?"

Vesuvianite snorted. So it would be a fight, then. Carefully, they lowered the girl to the ground, still draining as they did so, just enough that the girl would be dazed and confused for hopefully long enough that Vesuvianite could chase this annoying Page off.

"I wish I was as cool as a real vampire," they said. "I'd have an excuse to never be in the sun. And for my red eyes."

They cracked their knuckles and pulled out their sickle, grinning wickedly. "Come on, little Page," they crooned. "Or are you all talk and no bite?"

Vesuvianite snorted. Dance? Let's dance? What did this silly page think this was, some kind of superhero movie? Was she Captain America come to beat up one of those... HYDRO agents? Blech. What a lame a** thing to say.

They dodged the very telegraphed punch and lifted their sickle in the same movement, swinging it to intercept the page's hand and hopefully not cut it off, just injure—they didn't actually want to hurt someone on a lower power level than them. They had principles, thank you. They'd hoped the sickle would scare her off, but clearly not.

Good. The girl had stumbled back once she realized the weapon was very real and much better than her... what, plant leaves? Poor Pages, really, they thought to themselves.

They didn't know what a "gege" was, but they were feeling like they should start moving away—but before they could do more than back up a couple of steps, some guy appeared at the end of the alley like the Page had cast some kind of summoning spell.

"Oh, ******** off," they snapped, then hissed in pain as the actual spell took hold, slicing at their clothes and skin. "I didn't even hurt her!"

They scowled at the Squire through the swirling petals and leaves. "And I wasn't planning to," they added, briefly wondering if the spell would follow them if they teleported away—guess they'd find out in a moment. With a quick, deep breath, they disappeared to a nearby rootop, just to get away. They doubted the pair would follow them.