Names of blues, partial list:
Turquoise, Antwerp, robin egg, sky, powder, royal, sapphire, indigo, teal, baby, navy, heather, aqua, asul, azure, alice blue, baby blue, blue, blue-green, bondi blue, Carolina blue, Chartre Blue, cerulean blue, cobalt blue, Columbia blue, cornflower blue, cyan, dark blue, denim, dodger blue, Egyptian blue, electric blue, han purple, international klein blue, maya blue, medium blue, midnight blue, navy blue, pale blue, Persian blue, Persian indigo, powder blue, smalt blue, steel blue, ultramarine blue, united nations blue, air force blue, brandeis blue, duke blue, majorelle blue, Prussian blue, yale blue, pigment blue, blue bell, wild blue yonder, pacific blue, blizzard blue, ultra blue, blueberry blue, blue bird blue, etc.

Still feeling kind of down. I'm not entirely sure why. Could it be that I feel... stalled? I haven't accomplished anything. I'm not going anywhere. School seems pointless and I'd like to drop out. It'd give me more time for Negaverse business

With a sigh of frustration, Paul crossed out the last line, scribbling with the ballpoint to hide any trace of that word. Couldn't have anyone seeing it, anyway, not after that disaster with Raite.

It was hard to focus on journaling when all you could think of was the Negaverse. Class had been back in session for a few weeks now, and Paul couldn't keep his mind on anatomy and dissections long enough to study. His natural memory served him well, but it wasn't enough. He needed to do something more concrete, something less random than just… finding people after dark and draining their energy until they were almost dead. It wasn't fast enough. He spent too much time looking for acceptable victims. Paul was falling behind--sure, purified senshi such as himself, they didn't really need to collect energy. They were weapons, basically, meant to back up the true officers. But he'd always held himself to a higher standard than what was necessary in things he didn't want to do; this, something he dearly desired to do, was just as deserving of attention.

He turned his dark eyes back to the journal page, to the list of terms for blue. When he would use all these different words, he didn't know; he didn't even know anyone with blue eyes, much less anyone with blue hair. Except for the one General but they weren't even close, he recognized her but didn't know her name. Could you call the hair of someone you don't know brandeis blue?

And for that matter, could you call the hair of someone you do know Duke blue? He imagined approaching Tate to tell her her International Klein blue sweater was lovely. Sitting on his couch, he slid her a glance; she was sitting cross-legged on their couch with a chocolate croissant, dark eyes fixed on the television set like it was the most captivating thing in the world. She was talking to someone--probably him, probably to fill the commercial gap. She'd come up to watch the DVD of some stupid show… Revolutionary Girl Utena?… that she didn't want her roommate to see. That was fine. His roommate was fairly well absent, and the company was nice.

She'd told him of her encounter with the blue-haired General of whom she'd been thinking, and he was almost… pissed. It was one thing to chase frat boys, but if Tate's energy--or the energy of anyone he knew--was going to be offered up to the Queen, it would be Spinel that did it. Not someone who didn't care about them.

It was stupid to be so protective. Even if the blue-haired woman--Linarite? He was inclined to say Linarite--had stolen her starseed, it would have gone to the same place. For the Cause, he should be willing to sacrifice whatever he had.

"Are you even listening to me," Tate demanded, licking her fingers and giving him an irate look. He thought fleetingly of Vera; of her quietness, her shy smiles. She was nothing like Tate, but both were interesting. He nodded a bit, and turned his full attention to her. "Anyway, like I was saying, then the guy just started sucking out this girl's energy! Of course, he was a vampire, so he was gonna suck something and I guess I should be glad they tried to be a little creative. She got dried into a husk, anyway. It was a kind of cruel way to go."

He snorted, looked back to the book he was writing in. Dried into a husk, what a waste. Might as well just grab the starseed as drain out the energy--surely a starseed would bring in more--

Wait.

He looked back up to Tate, and picked up his pen. "Could you tell me more about these… psychic vampires." With another acerbic look and a shrug, Tate launched into the story again.