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Bismuthite had been taking pretty good care of himself, for the most part. All his injuries from Elysion had been minor, and some stretching took care of the stiffness when he woke up the morning after. He worried about Tanzanite though, which was saying something, considering his general personality. He figured the best thing he could do though was to simply do what was expected of him. And he aimed to do that well, motivated by praise that he was sure was something not easily earned, nor freely given.

Bismuthite arrived, cool and quiet, unlike the 'loud' colors of his uniform. Yeah, he wasn't any more happy about the color that Wolframite. Why pink of all colors? It really didn't scream dark kingdom. Then again, he guessed, he drew the short end of the stick.

"Captain..." Bismuthite greeted, offering a bow that it was hard to tell if it was genuine or simply an overdone formality. There was a familiar bored expression on that caramel colored face, and in those rose-pink eyes.

If Bismuthite took in the information the captain offered, he didn't show it. The only wound visable from the Elysion ordeal was a scrape on his temple that ran in to his scalp a little ways. Covered by his coat was the gash to his shoulder. All in all, he had been very lucky. Especially having been accosted by two supers at once. Either the senshi weren't as powerful as everyone made them out to be, or they had been playing with him. It it were the later, then they'd learn Bismuthite wasn't going to be playing games.

The handshake was quick, formal.

"I've nothing better to do but serve the cause," he said in response to his promptness. "I'm certainly doing better than some. Surprisingly. That was my first battle. One hell of a crash course, I might add." And now he had a price on his head, for taking out a member of the Blood Moon Court. But hell, he didn't even know what that was, much less who it was he had smashed in the face with an empty glass vial. He'd been too busy with that senshi with the matches. He had to admit, the flamethrower thing they had created was pretty cool.

"I think it would be useful to have more new recruits go through a huge battle like that." It would certainly get red of those less inept, and show then that this was serious business. Bismuthite might have been more inclined to downplay the serious threat that the senshi were, had he not seen first hand what they could really do.

Bismuthite followed Wolframite to the edge of the roof.

"Though like I said - it was a crash course. My weapon, using that was all common sense. It is something I've used pretty much all my life - albeit not as a weapon - but as far as everything else goes," the energy gathering and all that, "I'm afraid I haven't been taught much of anything. There was no time."

It was bruising to his ego to admit he didn't know something.

Maybe he was just more apt to learn hands on, by necessity, do or die. It motivated him where otherwise he would have been more lax. On the battlefield he had quickly learned to identify enemies that were more on his level and pick them off. Not his fault others were slow on the up-take and got themselves killed in the process. Bismuthite still stood by his idea. The strongest, smartest, and luckiest would survive.

Bismuthite never had the highest opinion of people, and it took a lot to prove otherwise and earn any mount of esteem. He used people, and felt little, if any, remorse. He was a manipulative a*****e. A royal douche. Killing hadn't been a far cry for him. He just had to objectify them. Dehumanize them. He had no problem sleeping last night. Did that make him mentally unstable? In some people's opinions, maybe. People had been thinking that even before then, though.

Bismuthite finally seemed to come to any sort of attention at the mention of Tanzanite.
"I'm not a decision she will ever regret." Because for the woman he considered a mother to him - his Negaverse self - he would go above and beyond. Push when he thought he had nothing to give. It was an odd sort of indebtedness and affection he held for the youma-infused General, but then again she had handed him the keys, given him the tools, to achieve his goal;
Immortality. Not in the physical since, but a way to leave his mark in this world, and be a name no one ever forgot.


Bismuthite jumped down after Wolframite, feeling very much like a stalking its prey in the dead of night.

Bismuthite decided to add learning about pressure points and things like that to his suggested reading list. If he had to knock people out, it would be good to know what places were quick and efficient. Right now he didn't have that knowledge, so he'd have to make do with some good old hit-em and hope you don't kill him. He wasn't good at the later part.

Bismuthite was stealthy, keeping a low center of gravity as he snuck up on the man, like a low ranking dog looking to steal some food before it was his turn. He crouched a fraction lover before jumping on the taller man and getting him in a choke hold from behind - choking off his screams before they could rise - choked squeaks and duck-like noises were all that were heard. The man would struggle, trying to knock Bismuthite from his grasp, but he held on like a good 'ol cowboy until the man passed out. Although it was a close one when the guy slammed up against a building, winding Bismuthite. All Bismuthite's strength was in his arms, and he used it well. More frisky, strong, or high opponents this wouldn't works so well on.

With the man down, Bismuthite coughed a little, getting back the breath that had been knocked out of him, complements of the brick wall.
"You wanted him alive, until I get some reading on non-lethal knock-out points, that's what ya get."

See, there was the easy way and then there was the more fun way.... Okay yeah, Bis probably would have gone for the easy way, but he told himself he had wanted to have a little fun just to spare his ego. He hadn't exactly been worried about cover. Just do and go. Hit and run. Too many chances were taken that way. Bismuthite was a quick learner. The mistake wouldn't be made again. Especially if it served to make him look better, appear smarter...

In his mind's eye Bismuthite could imagine the energy, like spiderwebs flowing through the man. He had a creative imagination, and even if that wasn't how it really functioned, the mental image helped him to understand as he knelt beside Wolframite.
"Along came a spider, and set down beside 'im, taking his energy away~" he twisted the nursery rhyme. Poor Wolframite probably wouldn't get it. It was his mental image, anyway.

There was the faintest of sneers as Bismuthite placed a hand on the man he had just had a choke hold on - because apparently placing a hand on him and choking him were two totally different things, one more disgusting than the other - and held out the other just so. For all that his mental image helped him to visualize, it still took a moment of long concentration to get it. He almost lost it once he realized he had it, excitement making him lose focus, but he focused again, and again it took a moment to re-find it.

Bismuthite jolted a little when the order to stop came unexpectedly. he should have expected it. Then again, he had been preoccupied with concentrating though, not wanting to lose focus like he almost had. He memorized the size and feel of the orb of energy before tucking it in to his sash, belt,..thing. Pockets would have been nice. Convenient even. However, like the pink, fate hated him.

Bismuthite, for a moment, wondered why they has switched from starseed stealing to energy stealing, but a quick second later the answer came to him - why kill your own people? Why kill people who belonged to the planet you were trying to save? It made more sense to take their energy. That could be replenished. Still, some sacrifices must be made. And there were truly some people who didn't deserve to be part of this world.

This guy...Well, Bismuthite wasn't sure if he were one of those people, but well, at least the guy would be serving a greater purpose.

The feeling of his hand in that..that space in the guy's chest... Well, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it felt like. But, rather than trying to figure it out, he got to work, trying to find that starseed.. He felt his middle finder brush past something warm. His eyes that looked to be zoning out snapped back to focus, and he adjusted his reach. Then, perhaps a little more rouchly than he should have, once he felt it was within his reach, he lurched for it, and felt the warmth in his palm. He assumed what he felt was what he was searching for. Withdrawing his hand, he held the starseed, though he didn't open up his hand to look at it, perhaps a little shocked still. Not shocked that he could do it. He knew he could, but the sensations...