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Ichnudssaite felt.... Utterly impassive tonight. Disconnected from the Negaverse. Alone. She was frustrated to only remember being Cordoba, not... Whomever she was as a person, and she felt disaffected. The Negaverse seemed so connected, so much like a family... And then there was, well, Ichnusaite. She didn't even feel wortyh her title anymore. Woo. Captain Ichnusaite. How absolutely unimpressive.

Dallas did more. Settled, maintaining her life, working hard for a comfortable life and Ichnusaite was honestly feeling more interested in that anymore. It was disquieting. Still, quota was quota, and Ichnusaite was absolutely sticking to filling quote and moving on with her day, passion faded with any relationshipos she tried building. Frankly... It was lonely. So when Ichnusaite spied a decent enough target, the captain knelt, clasping her Chakrams tightly as she knelt. Right before she could act, however, she felt two auras, and paused. Waiting. Sensing.

Oumuamua was our patrolling tonight. Most of the family was asleep anyhow, and for whatever reason Kaida wasn't talking to her tonight, so ******** it! Ouamuamua was oput and patrolling, and the Senshi of Beer was sauntering along the streets, awkwardly listening for the signs of danger, alert for auras, walking smoothly before she sensed a Chaos auyra, the senshi looking up, then about in a minor panic. She was unsure about actually... Fighting. Actually... Using her magic. The notion of being drenched in beer came to mind and Oumuamua shivered in displeasure before looking up, and about. She could see there was some civilian nearby, likely the target, and then she perked, feeling another Order aurs nearby, and so she stared up, tracking the Chaos order. It felt.. Strong... Uncomfortably so.

She hoped she was safe. The senshi waited, unsure how to know what was approaching nor how to handle the chaos aura above. Oumuamua spied movement, and a weapon, eyes widening. THAT had to be a weapon, and Oumuamua swallowed, taking a step back in fear.

"An officer...?" Oumuamua murmured.

Oumuamua frowned shArply, looking at Hyakutake with a scowl.

"Soon as I work out how to handle fighting someone with a weapon." Oumuamua bodded up, eyes back on the form of the Captain swiftly. Oumuamua was already visibly agitated seeing a weapon - plainly the senshi wasn't used to fighting peoplke armed. She paced, awarte her magic was unreliable. Aware her skill at handling the situation might be clinically fine but her magic was worthless, dependabilitywise. She was pacing and anxious, she was edgey, and plaiunly trying to work out a response still.

It wasn'yt ythat she wasn't polanning to try helping. It was that she didn't know if she'd make it home against an armed opponent. Oumuamua paced. Being asked if she planned to help like she wasn't going to do the right thing actually made her poace increase as she ruminated on it, pacing more, and more.

Oumuamua growled iun agitation, unsure what to do, since plainly, explainintg she couldn 't go it alone felt optionless.

"I just = I need to work out HOW first." Oumuamua finally said, irritated. "Magic ain't exactly reliable, y'know."

Ichnusaite, meanwhile, twitched, sensing the auras below. Great. Just what she needed. The Captain sighed, eyes closing in irritation. Of course. All she wanted to do was get quota and along came senshi. ... Honestly she didn't plan to kill them, but if she had to, she had to. She grunted a bit, frowning.

She still needed to deal with it, though. Well mayber she could just. Use them for quota instead. Energy was energy, quota was quota, and Ichnusaite really didn't care overmuch where it came from. The Capytain moved, shifting on her feet, one foot placxing itself on the ledge of the building as she appraised the two. Hm. The chubby one carried herself with more confidence. And the little witchy b***h looked more anxious and irritated. Well, that made her choice easy, and she shifted, moving slowly, before in a smooth motion she leapt down, one arm grabbing Oumuamua about the waist effortlessly before grumbling.

"Make this easy why don't you two." The Capotain grumbled, ignoring Oumuamua's scream of surprise. She moved her feet to dodge a stomping, and held her chakram to her throat.*

"Yeah yeah, shuit up. It's just business, idiot."

"Well to be fail, it's also just veer when it works." Oumuamua groaned. The senshi rubbed her temple, sighing. She could push her or block her. Regardless it wasn't good in a fight. And then Oumuamua tilted her head.

"I mean, we could just fight dirty. It is an option." Oumuamua noted.

Up above Ichnusaite's eyebrow twitched. She... Could hear them. Very well. But they seemed disorganized and they seemed detatched from one another. And loud. Uuuggghhh. If she diodn't need the quota. At least draining a senshi wasn't really frowned on.

....Middle Management though? Ichnusdaite had to mentally go over ranks again. Liutenant, Captain, General, General-Sovereign, Queen. .... UGH and the General Sovereigns were the ones people were following most. The Queen?..... Ichnusaite didn't really... know if she had ever seen Queen Laurelite before. huh. Ichnuxzigd had to think aboujt that.

She didn't need the senshi pointing it out though! Damnit!

"...I thinhk thione wit alone hath disarmed our opponent." Oumuamua quipoped. Ichnusaite narrowed her eyes at the witch senshi instantly, before she jumped down immediately, swinging her leg to hook behgind OIumuamua's knee, yanking and pulling the senshi in heels off her feet, causing Oumuamua to fall before Ichnusaite snorted.,

"Wit your face. Witch." Ichnusaite grumbled, then spin, raising a hand to swipe a fist at Hyakutake.

"Middle Management yourself, idiot." Ichnusaite had to admit, her blows weren't even passionate. She just - didn't want to deal with any of this. She really didn't. ... At least unlike the the senshi in a pourple and... Pink? fuku she wasn't, apparently, useless.

"Meh. More justgg doesn't matter where my wuota comes from. Might as well aim for other targets." Ichnusaite rumbled. She yelped at being swept/ She was rusty too, and fell on her backside quickly, startkled as she came down. There wasn't much passion in her githing - she was just bored. And so very tired. And so, so very, very sick of, well. Being out tonight. In fact his general response was a tired grumble, rubbing her backside.

About this time Oumuamua was getting upo. She was less... Skilled fighting, aside from LARP or the times she could SCA but by gods, she was trying./ Oumuamua lunged, and tried stamping her heel into Inchnusaite's foot....

And the heel crunched on steel. Oumuamua looked down.

"SON OF A--"

"Comes with the uniform." Ichnusaite shrugged, before grabbing the senshi in the same breath. Well easy WAS easy. She'd take it as voilunteering, and moved to begin draining Oumuamua just for a moment. She mostly just wanted to tire her out, send her home./ And maybe send a message. ... Nah. Too much work.

And then Oumuamua's heel slammed into Ichnusaite's shin and it was her turn for profanity as Oumuamua sprint over to Hyakutakje, hissing like a tea kettle.

Unclean..." Oumuamua hissed rapidly. Sharply.

Ichnusaite eyed Hyakutake with all of the care she could muster. Which surprisingly, wasn't much. But to be fair, it was plain... Most of her uniform was unarmored. As far as Ichnusaite was awqare only some knights had armor and she had... Corron? PVC? Magic PVC from the chaoptic abyss of Negaspace? Maybe LEDs in the stripes? She had no goddamn idea. But she did eye Hytakutake and shrugged. Ugh. This was more effort than the payout felt worth.

"I mean are any opf these spoarkle girl sunshine bullshit costunmes practical? Or is it all just Magically Protective Bikinis, metaphorically. Anyhow, fiiine. More effort than this is frankjly worth." *Ichnusweaite waved dismissively as she just walked away. Would the Negaverse be disappointed? Absolutely. But... She was aware even as Cordoba she disappointed the Code too. So she just said 'screw it' and moved to leave. She had bvetter things to do. Miore productive. More interesting.

Oumuamua watched the captain leave, and waited until they were confirmed to be alone before sighing, shaking her head.

"I can't believe that worked." Oumuamua admitted. Miracles ARE real." She crossed her arms, trying to look imperious, but she felt.. Well. A bit wounded. She'd failed!... Well at least nobody she knew saw. "Anyhow. I should - well. I should likely head home."

Oumuamua moved into the alley nearby. It was quiet - and seemed isolated. And Hyakutake was OIrder. So outing her identity seemed fine as Siv emerged to walk home unharrassed byt magic, casting Hyakutake a mock salute.