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Foramen had a grudge of his own. Well, more than one. Several, really. But at the forefront of his mind right now was the fight with his doppelganger. It had been a few days since the meeting with 'himself', and despite his best patrol efforts, Foramen had yet to find the fake-him again.

That wouldn't stop him from looking. The redhead was determined to finish the job this time. The little sneak wouldn't escape him again.

Due to the search, his patrol area had widened. It was unlikely the fake would come back to Kirin's neighbourhood for more. So Foramen was venturing into areas he normally didn't bother with, staying up later and staying transformed longer. School could go blow itself. All of Foramen's time was spent leaping from rooftop to rooftop, hunting for a sight of 'himself', or anything other powered or suspicious individual he could find. No luck so far, though he had managed to stop several break-ins due to the sneaky lurking of the would-be theives being mistaken for potential-Negaverse agents. He didn't feel sorry at all for the humans who'd taken the brunt of his frustrated anger - served them right.

Foramen was hoping for better luck on this patrol.

Foramen wasn't your usual senshi. To begin with, he had experienced with being stalked from behind - not the least of which had been the goddamn doppelganger he was hunting. When his ears picked up on the footsteps behind him, he wasn't fast enough to avoid the elbow to his back. He was, however, fast enough to get out a quick, "Foramen Rift, Slice!" as he toppled.

Chaonis hit the roof without Foramen to cushion his fall. The senshi of Rifts appeared behind his attacker, falling to a crouch. He gave the other male a flat, assessing look. The outfit didn't scream Negaverse - too much white for one thing.

"Corrupt or just stupid?" he spat out, his usual choices when other senshi decided to attack him for no reason. Though there was a third option now, wasn't there? Foramen grimaced. Stupid doppelganger. "Or if this is over something you think I've done, I should warn you there is a doppelganger out there who can take my form."

Golden eyes narrowed further. Attacking him from behind... "That's not you again, is it, ********?"

Since Stalky McPouncerson was straightening up and making no move to attack again, Foramen felt it safe to get to his feet. He still remained wary, in case the other senshi was planning on attacking again, but Foramen would let Stalky make the first move again - it wasn't like Foramen couldn't just teleport out of the way.

Chaonis, then, was looking very grumpy as he introduced himself. Foramen inwardly smirked. Heh, concrete not to your taste? That was what Chaonis got for trying to pull that on Foramen.

And then the idiot went and insulted Foramen. One eyebrow twitched. "Would you being the Senshi of Danger explain why you keep inviting it?" he archly suggested. Attacking an unknown target - Foramen decided not to advise Chaonis that the Negaverse upper levels seemed to have teleportation powers, too - and then insulting someone on his own side.

"If you're in need of a punching bag, may I suggest a gym? Things are less likely to hit back, or teleport away from your fist." A touch of grim humour entered Foramen's voice as he spoke. That was certainly a mistake he'd made himself once or twice - gone looking for a fight and ended up facing someone too far above his own level. It was almost enough to make a guy go hunt down a cat and shake a power-up out of it.

Anyway, Chaonis had introduced himself. And Foramen did have some of Kirin's manners. "Foramen, Senshi of Rifts. As you discovered," he couldn't help but add.

It was no wonder the Negaverse was doing so well, Foramen thought, if the male senshi kept going through these pissing contests every time they met. It kept them so busy fighting among themselves that the Negaverse must have an easy time of it picking off starseeds and human energy.

Of course, if it came down to a hand-to-hand fight, Foramen wasn't expecting to win - so he simply shrugged as Chaonis stroked his own ego back up. Foramen wasn't the one who'd fallen flat on his face, so he felt he was already one up in the grand scheme of things.

"Any use in a fight?" he raised an eyebrow. "Well, not unless you like to be able to teleport out of the way of enemy strikes, drop heavy and/or sharp things on them, move allies to safety, or move the enemy themselves straight up and let gravity take effect... Other than that, you mean?"

The smirk that Foramen shot Chaonis wasn't so much at Chaonis' expense this time as it was letting him in on the joke. There was a lot Foramen could do to muck up an enemy's attack plans, even if he wasn't a heavy hitter.

"How about you, Mister Danger?" Needless to say, Foramen was expecting an attack that was downright, well, dangerous.

Slowly but surely, this guy was pissing Foramen off. All brawn, no brains, and far too fond of making light of what Foramen could do. Even an Ice Queen had a limit, and Foramen was much less reserved than his human self. Keeping calm was difficult. An observant person would notice the tension singing through Foramen's frame - but that might be expecting too much from Chaonis, Foramen thought with a mental sneer.

"I also rift the limbs right off youma," he said coldly. "I've yet to try it on a person, but keep talking. Today might be the day."

Chaonis' attack sounded familiar. He thought he'd seen it in Elysion that one time. A nice chunk of ripped-up earth from the quake had brained some Nega or another via one of Foramen's rifts.

"Hmph, sure." Foramen flicked a hand. "Since we were both looking for a Nega anyway, why not team up this once?"

If Chaonis was too useless, Foramen could always ditch him and let the idiot work out for himself that no matter how strong you were, someone out there was always stronger. He had a sudden mental image of Chaonis up against Tanzanite. It put him in a better mood. He could actually direct a tight smile at Chaonis when he said, "I came from the south-west, no Nega activity there. Where have you already covered? No sense in looking in circles."

Foramen gave another small 'hmph' as Chaonis turned down the offer of being a guinea pig for rifting limbs off people. His lips did quirk upwards though, and he offered his hand in return for a firm shake. He was glad that the insults and threats were done with for now, and they could take out their frustrations on someone more deserving - like the enemy.

"Here and north sounds good," Foramen agreed. If they'd both only just arrived here, the area could use a little inspection before they moved on.

As they prepared to move out, Foramen decided to risk the re-emergence of Chaonis' violent tendencies. "So, someone in particular got you out for blood, or is 'attack first, questions later' your usual M.O.? Not that there's anything wrong with that," he tilted his head, considering, "given the number of corrupted senshi out there."

Foramen himself had been caught both ways by that - trusting the corrupt Hel until proven otherwise, and distrusting the non-corrupt Aeria until that misunderstanding was worked out.

It was nice to get moving. Standing around and chatting made it seem like this was a social outing. Somehow the talking was more acceptable when they were on the move. Like they were discussing a hunt, or something manly and violent, not gossiping like girls. (Even if Chaonis would likely just say Foramen was girly enough for it to count anyway.)

The growling wasn't too much of a surprise, but Chaonis' answer was. Foramen had only known the guy a few minutes, but he would have bet on the Senshi of Danger not caring for anyone other than himself. He gave himself a mental kick for buying in on the tough-guy act. Even Foramen had people he kindasortadidn'twanttoadmitthathe cared for.

He scowled, recalling having to visit one of his only friends as they lay in a coma. "Yeah, they do that, don't they? Place seems full of psycho bitches. You ever seen Tanzanite?" Well, probably not since Chaonis looked relatively unmauled. "Or Moonstone? That chick is full on bipolar, or suffering roid-rage or something."