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Destiny City had calmed down somewhat since their Christmas event, leaving the senshi and negaverse to their usual routine of catch and tag, or whatever they chose to indulge in with their useless interruptions. Raite was in the middle of dealing with a nuisance, dragging his unconscious form across the cement, intending to finish the job. Like any good negaverse soldier, Raite had already collected his energy.

"M..gh.." The man was roused from his unconsciousness with muffled sounds, his lips moving as if he was snacking on something. Raite didn't know what was more troublesome. Dealing with a dead or an alive body. He twisted around for a bit in Raite's grasp, his arms reaching out to grab Raite, "My darling~!" Whether he was regarding Raite as a girlfriend, lover, mistress, or wife was irrelevant -- his intention was the more horrifying prospect as his lips puckered up to prepare for a kiss.

And he was sorely mistaken.

Raite's jaw twitched, indicating that the lieutenant had reached the end of his rope.

There were half a dozen ways to dispose of his body, so that this particular civilian could never be found. But Raite, in absolute disgust, took the simplest method-

"Don't you,"

Raite's arm lifted the body,

".. touch me!" The body was flung into the distance by an impressive throw, and probably meant to fall upon some unfortunate person.

"Augggh. I'm so tired." The negaverser knelled down, his legs outstretched, letting out a large sigh. From his pissed expression, Raite was obviously wondering why he had to deal with the most annoying of people. Upon hearing another voice, Raite tilted his head back to ask, "What do you want?"

Raite didn't seem particularly worried by somebody else coming across him -- combined with his unusual clothing, it immediately belied negaverse.

It appeared that the civilian had drained any remnants of Raite's inclination to fight tonight. Unless the male posed a hostile presence -- then Raite would have to take him up on the offer.

For a moment, Raite was debating on whether he should toss Scheelite as well. It was a tempting idea, to say the least. But in the end, Raite didn't feel like wasting his time. No doubt, Queen Bery would have a word to say to the two negaverse officers. And Raite wasn't idiotic enough to fool himself that this man was a mere lieutenant. His easygoing demeanor belied the fact that a captain remained before Raite. To unnecessarily fight him would be troublesome.

As to the topic at hand, Raite answered, "Any competent person could avoid that." And if Scheelite couldn't do so, then he wasn't fit to be considered for the negaverse. To say the least, Raite felt no form of apology or regret. If anything, that man had deserved it. "Unless you were merely sitting around?"

A sense of familiarity tugged at Raite, reminding the male that he had seen Scheelite before. Now, Raite remembered Scheelite. Very vaguely -- the last and only time he had seen the blond, he had been frolicking uselessly around in the snow.

Unfortunately, Raite was not a talker. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you have a rooftop to leap?" But there was no heat or even conviction behind his words. It appeared that he didn't care for the negaverse's activities.