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On one side of the large metal garbage bins, silhouetted by the street lamp behind him was a figure in a long coat, and a large fellow. The larger guy, backing away from the coated figure, then tripped over his own feet and met the garbage bin with a loud noise that, despite Bismuthite's wishes, might very well have garnered some attention if anyone happened by. Well, that was if the man's babbling hadn't caught them first.

Search missions or not, Bismuthite still had a quota to fill. And he wasn't in the mood for playing around. not when he had more important things to do. Like searching for Tanzanite, Wolframite, and the others who were of less importance to the lieutenant.

Bismuthite's hand clamped over the man's throat tightly, holding him until the eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. Then, Bismuthite took the energy he sought, stowed it away in his sash, before looting the fellow. taking the money out of his wallet and... That was a very interesting ring dangling from that chain on his neck. He pocketed that too with a more sentimental gleam in his eye, before backing away from the body.

"Just like you taught me. Hit the scum. The ones who deserve it the most." Bismuthite spoke a loud to himself as he found a couple of empty beer cans to kick over towards the guy, and a bottle that he maneuvered into a limp hand. He stood back to assess his work. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before trying to shove yourself off on some innocent lady."

Not that delivering any sort of lesson was his thing. That was more Wolframite's. Still, a spark of sentimentality was hitting the Negaverser in strange ways. Temporarily distracted, Bismuthite didn't take notice of anyone near by.

Him? Trash? Bismuthite scoffed as he fixed his rose colored eyes on the senshi. "Don't trouble yourself. This man will be back up and running by morning. The worst he might get is a cold. And some real bad confusion."

Bismuthite seemed deceptively calm. The sight of a senshi immediately sent his emotions blazing. BMC or not, Bismuthite had been accosting senshi for information since the kidnappings. All of which had been severely confused, not knowing what he was talking about. It was too bad for them that Bismuthite didn't believe them.

"Unless you are a member of the Blood Moon Court, you're not worth my time." And it looked like Bismuthite might try to leave, had he not desired to know.

Bismuthite at the very least didn't recognize this one as one of the senshi from that fateful night. Then again, he had to wonder that the BMC's numbers. At the very least, this guy seemed familiar with them. If he was a member, he was about to say something Zepher probably already knew. If he wasn't, well, then maybe he could spark some rage towards the court.

"Yeah, you see, the Negaverse doesn't take too kindly to our own being ambushed and kidnapped. " Especially when one of those persons was your boyfriend. He could only guess at what inhumanities they were committing right this instant.. "And quite frankly, I'm ready to beat the ever living s**t out of anyone that I think might have information on their whereabouts." Bismuthite wasn't going anywhere.

"At least a quick death is better than torture," Rota's death had been quick. Bismuthite really wasn't the type to play with his prey. Though for people like Gunn or that camouflage senshi, he might have been willing to make an exception. Bismuthite barely had time to get in his retort when the trashcan Zepher kicked came his way. Bismuthite jumped back and made to parry the can away when the wind from Zepher's attack both knocked him off balance mid landing and accelerated the trash can, which hit the awaiting hand, jarring his wrist and elbow.

There was a slight hiss and a sneer on his face. He was never one to really let on how hurt he might have been. To himself or his opponent. "Idiot."

Bismuthite didn't see his weapon being much good against a wind attack. The paint would either come right back at him or the pressure from his wind and the air brush gun would stalemate. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to return the attack. So he didn't. That was sure to throw the senshi off, wasn't it.

"Tell me what you know."

"If by silver platter you mean the lid that went with that can? No thanks." Bismuthite moved his hand about, testing his wrist. "You know, it is odd. I try taking instead of fighting with a senshi to get what I want, and the senshi wants nothing but to fight. Are you simply born this obstinate and stupid, or do I just have bad luck?"

As he talked, Bismuthite was calculating how to make his move. The senshi didn't seem to be thrown off he bis previous lack of attack. Not like he had hoped. Well then...

"No. It's not that I can't fight. I was simply hoping not to have to waste precious time and energy on the likes of you!" and with that, Bismuthite charged, weapon was summoned, but instead of making use of the airbrush gun, he gripped the tube that dangled from the butt end of the gun, his plan to get it around Windy's neck.

Choke. Asphyxiate. Whatever. So long as it worked. Bismuthite just didn't find his heart in this fight.

The stumble threw Bismuthite off a little, but in the end, the result was the same, and he was quick to tighten the tube around Zepher's neck. Dispassion still marked his actions though. He could be using this time to search. In fact that is what he should have been doing. Not indulging some fight-happy senshi that he couldn't drag any information out of.

"You still wanna fight!?" the lieutenant demanded. "I don't. But you just don't know when to let sleeping dogs lie. Gotta go be the good guy. for what? For some drunken pervert who will wake up in a few hours?" Pink eyes looked to the man staged against the bins, then back the Zepher.
"You're wasting my time. I'll make sure you don't do that again~"

Zephyr looked behind him, gritting his teeth as he did so. Bismuthite's words idealistic words didn't affect him, but his threat roused the senshi's anger. To be caught in this predicament -- while slowly losing air, his gloved fingers attempted to reach up to his throat to try and pull at the rubber tube. Sailor Zephyr never envisioned death by suffocation. It wasn't messy, but it was painful. Something that Zephyr was learning first hand, his fingers falling as the lack of air slowly invaded the depths of his body.

When a familiar voice broke through, and the tight grip on Zephyr's neck was released, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for needed air. His glove fingers checked for an other injuries to his throat.

"..Gunn?" His blue eyes alit with shock, but Zephyr composed himself shortly after.

Surprise, resentment, anger, and relief were all mixed together to create feelings that Sailor Zephyr didn't have time to sort in this situation. But above all, Zephyr was grateful for Gunn's presence. "..I suppose I owe you now."