[BAT] Time Moves Again (Raite + Boreas)

[Xaki]

Seth woke up abruptly from his nightmares, tossing off his covers and panting for breath in his bed. His gray eyes looked around, warily, in suspicion. There was nothing different, nothing out of place to react to. But he was uneasy, and restless. Why? Why couldn't he get rid of this sensation? Was it because of his nightmares?

Speaking of nightmares, there was that time in Tartaros. Seth wasn't bothered by those dreams anymore, but they lingered within his memory. Those that he had met inside of the cave and traveled with. Seth wasn't looking for those people. He had gone on with his life, like anyone else had. But there was that unfinished sensation that bothered him. "Tch." He looked away with an annoyed glance, picking up his shirt. He quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and a casual shirt and left his apartment. The cool night air he inhaled was a breath of fresh air, clearing his senses. He easily switched into his negaverse persona, although he had no intention of taking any starseeds tonight.  

[Moving Pictures]

Soft autumn air swept past the senshi of winter as he gazed down into the city from his apartment's balcony. The small balcony didn't offer much besides a fence of metal bars, a concrete floor and the comfortable lawn chair Noel had bought to liven the tiny ledge up. Some nights he would fall asleep out here instead of his room. Removed from the confinement of four walls and the peculiar nightmare he had endured there. Tartaros had been different for him. Far from the hospital, he had fallen into the menacing desert while his body lay unreachable in his bed. While his family took little notice, he had been trapped in a world far from this one. A captive to the desert and all its dangers. Of course, he had moved on from the horror of falling into such an odd coma, but he still couldn't rid himself of the tale that had unfolded why he lay unconscious. The desert, the quest, the dangers, and most of all the people.

A rush of noise shook him from his reminiscent thoughts as he watched a sleek black sports car tear away the silence as it zoomed through the side street. His light purple eyes examined their new surrounding: a cool fall night with a soft breeze that made the leaves on the trees dance. Noel removed himself from the lawn chair and gazed over the balcony's edge. The car had awoke him from his lucid dreaming and he wanted something else to shake the feeling entirely.

Boreas Power, Make Up!

The words encircled and empowered him. Noel Yalda became Sailor Boreas. The solider of winter and foe to the Negaverse. He carefully leaped over to the shorter building across the balcony and made his way into the heart of the city. The skeleton of a new skyscraper was just the spot to scan the city for some excitement. A necessary distraction and a welcome abode to a restless soul.  

[Xaki]

If Boreas looked for a bit, he may have seen the lone male sitting on the rooftop in front of the city hall structure, with it's triangular building and mirror finish. It was a beautiful area, with it's fountains, flowing water, and city lights that lit up the fountain, making it appear as if water filtered from beneath the surface. It was a popular area used for the holidays, most noticeably Halloween and Christmas in the upcoming months, often strewn with decorations. But Raite had come for the silence, and the calming effects of the night.

They had yet to set anything up, so the area was left quiet. And isolated. There was no possibly route or reason for a civilian to be sitting on that structure, especially not at such a dangerous height. Raite may have been a negaverse officer, but he was doing simply nothing.

Raite's body cast a shadow in the dim light of the city lights, his black hair ruffling in the cool breeze that blew by. His eyes quickly glanced behind him in the direction of th sky scraper. He felt the presence of some other power. It was much too vague to properly identify. He couldn't tell yet whether it was an ally or foe, still too much of a distance away. But regardless of their nature, Raite faced the possibility of a fight. Raite would welcome any fight, as such was his competitive nature.  

[Moving Pictures]

Lavender eyes scanned Boreas' surrounding. The half built structure was vacant, but he was unsure of the buildings close by. He turned until he noticed the figure atop city hall. Usually, he would have hastily attacked with a long range spiral, but he was afraid the fountain's display was distorting his vision. Boreas would have to get closer before he could be sure.

"Ugh, I hope this isn't another youma false alarm."

Previous nights had been full of disappointment and aggravation. He had either been faced with one or two weak youma or simply a stray animal. Nothing bothered him more than to feel the adrenaline rush of battle take over only to find a stray dog cowering behind a building.

"Come on. Don't fail me now Negaverse. You've only bored me to death so far."

Another leap led him to the edge of the lavish city hall. The night still hindering his full vision, he called out to the shadow before him with a loud introduction.

"I'm Sailor Boreas, Senshi of Winter! If you are a civillian, please leave the premises! I mean you no harm unless you are an agent of evil!"  

[Xaki]

"Agent of Evil?" A voice questioned, although a bit amused, sounded clearly in the silence of night aside from Boreas's cry. Boreas? Senshi of Winter? Didn't that sound familiar? Raite stood up, and the clouds overhead in front of the moon began to pass. "Lt. Raite." he introduced himself in no rush, a cool breeze coming by to ruffle his hair.

In a few seconds, the moon completely illuminated the two males and their surroundings. There was no question to their identity as senshi and negaverse. But that wasn't the important part. No, what was important was who they were. The white light was an stark contrast between the light offered by the moon and the blackest shadows of the night. It gave both Raite and Boreas a shadowed look.

His tonfas in hand, initially up for a fight - until his gaze met upon his target. His gray eyes widened, staring at Boreas. "You're.." His voice was guarded, but there was also a hint of surprise that couldn't be concealed. It was the same male from his dreams of Tartaros. Tartaros was not a dream that could be easily forgotten. Nor could the people inside there that had experienced the same confusion, bewilderment, and a sense of working together.

"We're all real then." He spoke with an undecided tone. If you read in between the lines. Maybe inwardly, he had known. But Raite had yet to come to terms to it until now. There was o much confusion on whether it had been a dream or real.