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It was a quiet night in Destiny City. Foramen did not approve. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, expanding his search outside his usual neighbourhoods as he looked for signs of the Negaverse at work. It meant little to Foramen that no Nega activity was good for the normal citizens of the city (and most of the senshi as well). Foramen was bored. He wanted to fight. And the Negaverse taking a night off when he was looking for a fight was not a good thing in his books.

'Bored, bored, bored,' he thought, while humming a peppy tune as he darted through the night. Damn Disney for having such catchy tunes anyway - it certainly wouldn't make him seem intimidating if he did find an opponent. It could have been worse, though, he considered. It could have been a High School Musical song. The redhead shuddered, renewed his vow to never let anyone find out he'd even seen the movie, and continued on.

With eyes and ears alert for signs of trouble, he allowed a separate compartment of his mind to ponder the recent lack of starseed thefts. Was Nega activity really slowing down, or were the starseedless deaths that Foramen had seen once or twice before going under the radar? He was still certain that the businessman from his apartment block was a victim of the Negaverse, even if that Aeria senshi had interrupted his investigation. Maybe if he actually found a Nega agent tonight he could ask... during or after battle, of course.

Eyes narrowed, Foramen pressed on.

"Well, that's a pretty shiny you have there," a voice called down form the rooftop.

Foramen sat on the edge of the roof overlooking the alley. One leg dangled over the side, swinging back and forth, much like a cat's tail twitching while it eyed off competition, prey or predator... Foramen had yet to decide which the blond Negaverse agent was. He was more interested in the starseed. As glad as he was to see the Negaverse were still taking those, Foramen almost wished he instead had confirmation that they were beind the energy draining that left starseeds untouched. Almost. Starseeds were more important, in the end.

Twirling a lock of hair around a finger, he tossed Scheelite a coy look. Teasing was fun. "Don't suppose you'd hand it over just because I asked, would you?"

Despite the request, Foramen was hoping not. He wanted a fight. Plus, the Nega agents made the best faces when he stole their loot right from under them.

"I would have guessed 'glowing' things, not shiny things," Foramen dryly replied. It seemed he had stumbled across the only member of the Negaverse pre-dressed for a rave. "Or are they one and the same to a corrupted Negaverse mind?"

The insult didn't bother him. In fact, with the childishness the blond not-a-Lieutenant was displaying, Foramen was certain that he was the most intelligent one here (not that he'd thought otherwise prior to the sticking out of tongues and name-calling). He eyed the blond with interest, wondering what rank the Negaverse agent was and what that meant in the scheme of things. The equivalent of a Super Senshi? An Eternal? At least the senshi made it easy - look for the buttwings to find the most powerful. The Negaverse were always in their drab uniforms that had no rhyme or reason to them (though blondy was certainly trying to un-drab his outfit with his glowsticks).

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, as yet another Nega agent assumed that all senshi were, or viewed themselves as, paragons of light and justice. It was rather irritating. Foramen gave in the urge. When he focused his attention back to the Nega agent, he gave a falsely sweet smile, batted his eyes and replied in tones that wouldn't melt butter, "Oh yes, it's my greatest dream to save the world. And after this, I'll go save kittens from trees, and pet little bunnies and puppies, and all will be right with the world."

Foramen tried not to gag. He'd just made himself sick talking like that. Ugh, if there were senshi who honestly believed that crap, he didn't want to meet them.

"You were expecting some s**t like that?" he asked the blond Nega, voice thankfully back to normal. A much more comfortabvle sneer slid onto his face. "Honestly, how stupid are they making you Negaverse idiots these days?"

Foramen's mouth worked a few times before he could make something come out. The blond's logic was so skewed that it was hard to find anything right in there.

"Alien?" he forced out, as Scheelite turned to walk away. The look on Foramen's face was half pained, half boggled out of his mind. "I was born on this planet, too, y'know. That makes me as human as you - moreso, since I'm no murderer."

Though that did beg the question - how did this guy know about the past lives the senshi had? Foramen hadn't even known til recently, had only just visited the world he'd once been born on. Did that mean some of the people in the Negaverse had been alive back then, too?

Meanwhile, Foramen was getting really sick of the Negaverse agents he ran into trying to claim that the SENSHI were the bad guys. To Scheelite's back, he called, "Do you know a guy named Zinkenite? Angry little guy, 'bout my height? Cause you sound an awful lot like him."

Foramen's sights were still set firmly on attaining that starseed. If only the blond weren't gripping it to so tight, Foramen would just teleport it out of the Nega's hands. But until he could come up with a way of taking it, he wasn't letting Scheelite go. If Foramen had to talk the blond to death, so be it.

That deadly look in Scheelite's eyes only served to up Foramen's adrenaline levels. With the way the redhead picked on people of unknown (or known higher) power levels than himself, it might be possible that Foramen was becoming an adrenaline junkie. He made a mental note of the tie between Zinkenite and this guy. Now he kinda wanted to see how Zink would react to the mention of blondie.

"Oh, no reason," he said glibly. "Just had a run-in with him the other day, worked off some stress... He shared your opinion on 'evil senshi'." He studied Schee's possessive, kill-you-kill-you-kill-you aura and guessed, "Boyfriend?"

That would be even better. Foramen would LOVE to know he could use one to hurt the other. Assuming he could hurt one of them, since even the equally-tiny, physically weak Zinkenite had gotten away mostly injury-free. Not that Foramen was about to admit that to this guy.

"His ankle may never be the same again," Foramen said solemnly, shaking his head like a doctor with a bad prognosis. 'Heh, yeah, if you count a tiny bruise as life-threatening.'

A grin split Foramen's face. Golden eyes kept darting from Schee's face back to the starseed the Nega was holding.

Partner or boyfriend, it didn't make that much difference. This blond one was clearly emotional when it came to Zinkenite. Foramen would have to test if the reverse was also true, if he ran in Zinkenite in the future. Any bond was enough to take advantage of, it didn't have to be the bond of lovers.

"Oh?" Foramen didn't know if Scheelite was bluffing or just calling Foramen's bluff, but he wasn't about to be the one to give in first. "I suppose it might be in a cast by now, which some might judge as 'fine'. Or maybe Zinky was just saying he was fine to get you to shut up?" Foramen hmmed and taped his mouth with one finger. "Yeah, that fits the two of you, doesn't it?"

He might be taking things a little too far, Foramen decided as a fist was suddenly hurtling towards his face. Even with senshi reflexes, his duck didn't manage to avoid the hit entirely. What would have been a glancing blow on a human still left Foramen with a cheek rapidly going from ohgodpain to numb.

"Great, I'm gonna be black and blue tomorrow," Foramen muttered, dancing back from the angry Nega captain.

The Senshi of Rifts wasn't one to take people head-on. Especially against someone taller, broader, and who seemed to know how to throw a proper punch. With a scowl, Foramen announced, "Foramen Rift, Slice," and disappeared in one of his rifts. Silently he appeared behind Scheelite a moment later. His booted foot kicked out at the back of Scheelite's knee.

Success! Foramen had a moment where he just blinked as Scheelite went down. He hadn't entirely been expecting that to work - sometimes the Negas were just as quick to teleport. Although it was possible that those ones already knew about him. Maybe this one was simply too stunned?

It was only a moment of shock. Foramen's attention was forcefully grabbed by the clinking of a starseed hitting the ground. He was moving towards it before his brain caught up, one gloved hand snatching the crystal off the ground.

"Nyoink!" he taunted. Glee filled his face as he posed with his prize for Scheelite.

Technically, the starseed had been all that Foramen was after. He could have left right now. He very probably should have left right now. But this blond Negaverser was fun to tease. So he stupidly ignored the part of his mind that urged him to run away right now, and said, "Tag! Your turn."