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The girl had been dead long before Tanzanite had arrived.

Unfortunately, that hadn't deterred the rapist who loomed over the prone, still-warm body. His dirty fingers clawed at her clothing, cracked lips spread wide in a filthy sneer. Tanzanite relished his screams as she'd torn him from the body, her eyes snagging on the pale blue uniform that told her this girl had once been a classmate. She held him against the wall now, nails embedded deep enough in his dirty, unshaven throat to let tiny rivulets of blood drip down his neck.

“Please, please,” the man whimpered, both hands clutching at the wrist which was now half-buried in his chest. His filthy nails clawed at her pale skin, the scent of alcohol and sweat filling Tanzanite's nostrils.

He didn't have time to get more than a muffle cry out before she ripped the starseed from his chest, his body carelessly discarded. Tanzanite didn't bother cleaning up after herself the way most Lieutenants did. Let them find the bodies. Let them see the fights. They should know what they were up against, what they had created with their apathy and injustice. She was still staring, oddly saddened by the girl in blue, when the voice snagged her attention.

“Lovely,” she said, a faint smile finding its way to her features. With one jump, she alighted upon the rooftop across the alley from Castor's, standing with one fist upon her hip.

“Let me guess, Senshi of Party Crashing?”

Well, that was a surprise.

Tanzanite's expression fell into a look of wary interest. A step forward brought her closer to Castor, eyes narrowed in visible disdain, “Well, thanks to a certain group of costumed crime fighters, I don't really have the luxury of time to give him what he deserved.” Tanzanite wasn't experienced enough to tell the difference between a regular senshi and a super like Castor, so her confidence did not suffer from his presence. She'd dealt with plenty of them, why should this one be any different?

They were all the same. All arrogant, self-important fools who thought they knew something about right and wrong, good and evil. All the same, and each would suffer in turn.

“I thought your lot was all about equality and justice,” her voice was thick with contempt, no attempt made to hide the loathing that coated every syllable, “Isn't this where you give me some poetic little speech and try to get his starseed back? Tell me how wrong it is to take a life, little Senshi?”

A cold laugh echoed through the alley below them as Tanzanite stepped past Castor and off the ledge. Apparently ignoring the senshi for now, she knelt over the Crystal Academy girl. She'd been a shy girl, a sweet one. One of few amongst the blue-uniformed women who was not a pompous brat with an undeserved sense of entitlement. Unlike so many of them, this one had not deserved to die. With one hand Tanzanite closed the girls wide, staring eyes, the other pulling the pale blue skirt back into a more dignified position.

She deserved better than to have her body found like this.

“Let's get this over with, then,” she glanced up at Castor, another leap carrying her to the opposite rooftop, “I have other things to attend to once I'm done kicking your a**.”

Intriguing, but Tanzanite wasn't sure how much of it she believed. Granted, her methods of choosing who did or didn't deserve to live was less than admirable. She did not restrict herself to criminals and thugs; Tanzanite's so-called “standards” extended all the way out to the arrogant, the stupid, the lazy, and the ungrateful. Few and far between were the ones that she thought truly deserved to live, and lo and behold, humanity had gone ahead and snuffed out one of those few, glimmering gems of hope.

How terribly... typical. It only pushed Tanzanite further into the mindset that they were nothing more than a crop to be harvested for energy. Unthinking, unfeeling, and ultimately unworthy of the gift of free will. A gift which they so often abused.

“Unfortunately, the Negaverse doesn't bend to the whims of a senshi. Nor would it be forgiving if I just let you walk away.” Tanzanite snapped her fingers, and the cables appeared out of whatever Magical Negaverse Space they happened to be kept in. She wound the ends around her fists, tightening the cord between them.

"Who says I wouldn't want that, hm?"

In some twisted way, Tanzanite found Castor to be terribly charming. It showed in the way her features twisted up into a wicked grin, head tilted slightly to the side as she listened. As his eyes settled on her chest, Tanzanite made sure to subtly draw a deeper breath. Hey, if he was going to look, might as well make sure there was something worth looking at. Especially since she planned to make it the last thing he ever saw.

If only all men could be so lucky.

“When in human history has anyone ever needed a reason to fight?” Tanzanite questioned. She would not, however, give him time to answer. She wasn't as strong as many of the Negaverse agents, but she was faster than most. One hard kick against the ground launched the Lieutenant into the air, gripping the cables in the center. As she landed, she'd bring them down like a bat, the metal clamps on the ends swinging for the back of Castor's head.

When Tanzanite hit the ground, it was with little more than tatters covering her. There was still enough cloth to maintain her dignity (barely), but her corset was shredded. With a low grunt of agitation, Tanzanite tore away what remained of it and tossed it aside. She'd gone up against senshi before – the thin, pale scar that circled her neck was evidence of that – but something about the way he handled the attack told Tanzanite that this one was far more experienced. Most of them floundered through their attacks with hesitance and a pathetic level of incompetence, Castor did not. His reactions were quick, his attacks performed deliberately, not out of panicked desperation.

Tanzanite observed her tattered uniform with a disapproving tch, only a slight shake of her head displaying her displeasure. Displeasure which was overridden by the thrill of a challenge.

“Nice trick,” she said, following with a low laugh. “Let's see if you can do it again.”

With that, Tanzanite practically threw herself at the senshi. Those cables would come around again as soon as she was close, aiming to wrap around his neck. She might not have magic to fight him with, but he could suffocate just like any other pathetic human being.

Tanzanite wasn't much of a screamer, and when she did, it was very rarely done outside of the bedroom.

It had become apparent to Tanzanite as her back hit the cold brick wall that she was very much outmatched. Her skin scraped against the cold stone, exposed by the senshi's previous attack. This was not just another incompetent schoolkid playing superhero, and she briefly had to wonder if she was going to regret not taking his offer of simply walking away. Still, there was a thrill to be found in the situation; back against the wall, her enemy pressed against her. Tanzanite grinned in response to his question.

Hell, if you can't beat em...

“Not a chance,” she whispered.

With that, she pulled hard on the cables looped around his neck. One might think she was trying to choke him, right up until her lips locked with is.

Tanzanite had her own thoughts about how this little tryst of their's might affect others, but it was more along the lines of how much she might be able to piss them off. Her sense of loyalty extended only to the Negaverse and not so much as an inch further. There were no strings attached to Tanzanite's heart, nor any collars around her neck to control her actions save the one Charonite held the leash for. She did what she pleased, when she pleased, so long as it didn't go against her direct orders.

After all, Charonite had never said 'By the ******** way, don't ******** kiss the ******** Senshi.'

Her fingers curled in the light fabric of Castor's shirt, and with one yank, she managed to rip it halfway open. A hard shove would push him back, and hopefully onto the ground. A wicked smile crossed her lips as Tanzanite crawled on top of him, gently biting his lower lip before whispering, “Pet, I don't care what your name is.”