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" MuCephei...." The name rolled off her tongue, and was nothing but black as she tried to remember anything about the woman. Anything....?

Nope.

" Team? ....Friend?" She paused, she was firing only single words as she pondered this senshi. Lyra then decided, looked the senshi up and down, and took a step back. She flinched at the sudden touch on her elbows, but allowed Ilmenite to pull her along. After all, she trusted him. Lyra did not trust the senshi. Realization, a smile broke on her face.

"You are no friend of mine." With that she turned her back on MuCephei, and looked towards the white haired male. "We should clean your face up..." She said looping her arm with his... and trying to pull him away from the white moon senshi.

MuCephei's face was a mix of seriousness and sadness, loss and determination and just enough hope to be dangerous. She spun like a ballerina on one booted toe, her hair a wave of blackness giving only one final crimson glance over her shoulder before she turned and walked the other way, stiff with her own caution of attack but she had people she must speak to... not the least of which being the young princess who she had chosen to follow.

His eyes finally snapped onto her, and then Ilmenite huffed out a sigh, grabbing her hand instead and hauling her along in the opposite direction from MuCeph. Energy left him shaky, almost vibrating, taking off up a fire escape too easily to regain his running route along the rooftops -- except this time he was hauling her along behind him, and she'd have to stretch out short legs to match his longer steps.

It wasn't until they were a bit away that he turned to blink at her, wobbling on the edge of a rooftop, his expression too bright, even under the blood. "...how did you find me?"

Curious...Ilmenite hesitated, thinking about that, his fingers shifting against hers, apparently unable to stay still. He chewed on his lip and swiped at his face and then, huffing out a noise, kicked back into motion. Standing in one place was difficult, with all that energy pouring through him.

"We'll get a little more before we go back. Since I wasted the...since I wasted what I already got, and that was pretty ******** stupid since you were there anyway." It was babbly, words on words, with a flick of his hand -- dismissive. Carrying back to her over his shoulder.

"One or two, maybe, though keep an eye out for people who feel like her, because they'll give us a hard time and that's totally out of control..."

He did pause, at least, at her breathless fretting, flicking a look back at her and drawing to a halt. This was as good a place as any; he could feel the pounding bass beat through the entire building, the loud chatter of people in light, waiting their turn to enter a club that was probably already over the legal occupation limit. Fine, then, he could stop dragging and instead lead her down the fire escape to the side door...

"I'm fine." It was true, though. He had feeling in his fingers again, the scrapes and dings healed up, and he was still thrumming with energy. Ilmenite grinned at her to prove it and then set to a little more hunting. A lone line cook on break, left dozing by the back door after he'd been plucked. An older man led astray by Ilmenite's instruction and Lyra's wide-eyed innocence was draped over a bench, where he'd likely spend the night. Neat and tidy, he was good at this...

Eventually the high wore down -- not out, no, just down -- and he'd realize how dangerous this was, when people might be looking for them. Sobering, even if he was still shaky with excess energy. "...um. Uh, s**t. We should...probably get back..."

He didn't need her answer. It was grabbing her and and taking off again toward home. Or, rather, toward a couple blocks from home, where they could turn neatly back into civs and walk the rest of the way. Less suspicious.