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He'd only come out for the exercise, not to fight, but to try and keep his aching and healing injuries from stiffening up. If they did, he knew it would be even worse the next day, so he'd been pushing through it, and made a limping way through the city. No rooftops tonight, his ankle still hurt too much, and he was sure it would give out if he gave it the opportunity. Still, he was walking, and that was something... and some of the empty lots around the park were quiet enough that he thought they might be relatively safe, or at least he hadn't had any activity ping on his radar recently.

He might not have come, however, if he'd realized he wasn't the only one looking for a little quiet time in the area, and stopped and stiffened as he first caught the edge of a dark power signature, and then spotted a familiar agent of the Negaverse.

"Wolframite."

It had been long enough since he'd seen the smallish, fierce little fighter that he didn't even bother spouting one of his characteristic insults, just his 'proper' Negaverse name.

He had in fact, and fairly recently, been filled in on the atrocities of the Blood Moon court, who frightened him a bit with their almost cult like mentality. Brands, for gods sake... and torture...

Bellatrix had killed someone on the battle field, but that was the goddamn battle field. She hadn't taken someone, tortured and then murdered them. It was in the name of curiosity about this, and perhaps a certain sympathetic horror (shouldn't they after all be trying to -save- the corrupt if they could? That had been a goal for -so long-.

"If it makes you feel any better I'm not stupid enough to let the Blood Moon coax me into their roster."

He wondered if they knew about the Brands. He wondered if it had occurred to the Blood Moon the way it had to him that even when powered down, those Brands would still be there. It was reckless and stupid to have done that, but then... the Blood Moon court seemed to be pretty damn reckless, free handed with other peoples lives.

"...And many of us think they're ******** crazy."

"Oh right sorry, forgot that I was supposed to save everyone's a** with one hand tied behind my back." Regulus fired back, a burst of heat in his voice.
It did raise a good question though, why the hell -didn't- anyone do anything about it? He wasn't the only one who'd balked at their extreme methods, but that was all they'd done so far, that he knew of.

"And I suppose that excuses you flipping your s**t at a little girl who had nothing to do with those sick shits?" He added. "You've got a point, something's gotta change, but It's a bit hypocritical if you're going to do things that will give them reasons to justify themselves. I doubt they need your help."

Fanatics never needed help, but they'd take it where they could get it.

Ideas were bubbling like mad in his head, they had been since Hug Bell, but he pushed them to the back of his mind for now. They weren't ready yet, just the seeds of ideas and they might never come to fruition.

He looked as though he'd have liked to have added something more, but held off, biting it back and scowling at nothing in particular.

"Dingbat... -I- don't recruit anyone." Well this had gone no where fast. "And if I find out what ******** MORON got the idea that this was the Goddamn Children's Crusade I'm going to punch teeth clean out of their head.
But if your goddamn problem is with the Blood Moon, stick to hitting the goddamn Blood Moon. Hitting outsiders is just going to send more scared newbie senshi running scared into their sicko arms, and thats not what you're going for, IS it?"

Fear made people irrational, and he couldn't imagine what the torture had done, but somehow... somehow it was imperative to make it clear to Wolframite that he was doing more harm than good right now.

...Oh Right. This was why conversations with Wolframite never went well. The two of them mixed like Nitro and Glycerine, and 'hello' was the match.

"And I'm telling you you're gonna make it WORSE before someone can figure out how to take on that psycho-she-b***h! Cause I can't DO THIS ON MY FREAKING OWN."

They were getting too loud. He was getting too loud, but he was frustrated and angry, and felt as though he should have known about all this sooner. As though it was his responsibility and his alone to stop the tide of bloodshed.

Regulus growled in frustration, and it was fairly obvious that he was fighting the urge to answer with heavy levels of sarcasm.

"Which is what I've been saying since this conversation started, and what the freaking kid you tried to murder told you."

"The Blood Moon don't speak for the White Moon, they're a separate entity that have decided that they're better than White Moon. They don't beleive peace is possible, they don't beleive that the Negaverse can be anything but monsters... and they're willing to do anything to win. They aren't Senshi, they're just a sick goddamn cult."

He was itching to launch into a rage filled monologue, explain that it was the damn PARALLELS that had brought the city to it's knees when the coma's brought so many people down, that they'd considered this, and even killing thousands of innocents, 'acceptable' as long as things went in their favor. That was the Parellel court, that was Ares, the black bodiced b***h of the Blood Moon... but he didn't. That was more information than he needed to be giving away, but it felt important to draw the line.