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"I'd say you were out late and ask where your parents were but..." Regulus called out, approaching from an angle at which Hug Bell could safely see and evaluate him, and vice versa. Their energy signatures were clear enough, but he figured the extra showing wouldn't hurt anyone's feelings. Not lately.

He -wanted- to think she was just an surprisingly short young teen, but he couldn't convince himself of that untruth of age. But she was a -kid-. Bad enough that most of them were teenagers out dealing with blood, pain and death, but she couldn't have even been that. What the hell were things coming to? Did they think this was the Children's Crusade, ready to use children to storm the Negaverse? Obviously they'd missed how well the first one had gone.

"You ok, kid?" He didn't know how else to address her, she was a little kid. If her parents knew about this, and he hoped they didn't, they surely would have been worried senseless, and if they knew and weren't worried, she needed better parents.

That was an arguable term, and Painite probably would have accused him of it, but Regulus hardly thought he was a bully... but then he wasn't sure what the squirt's criteria was.

"Not that I'm aware of, but then I'm not sure most bullies think that they're bullies." He admitted, walking forward and resting a hand on the head of a painted tiger. He seemed largely unaware that between this, HugBells choice of ride and his large scarf ornament, someone probably could have made a Wizard of Oz joke.

"What'dya mean by Bully?" Her fuku wasn't black, so she wasn't a parallel, or a corrupt senshi, who apparently also wore black. (He doubted that this was a coincidence.), but he was still curious what she was looking for by searching for "Bullies."

The brief description of what had happened to Fauntle... er.... Wolframite... sent something unpleasant crawling down his spine on ice cold skittering feet, and he found it difficult to repress a shudder. He'd caused small burns, that was just how his abilities worked... but somehow he didn't think that was what the girl was talking about.

"...No... but I do think I know who you're talking about. They're a group calling themselves the Blood Moon Court. Another senshi friend of mine mentioned them the other day."

What they were doing was way beyond bullying, but there wasn't a point arguing that with a little girl. "I've tangled with Wolframite before, but that was before. Before the Blood Moon must have gotten to him."

He did frown though as he considered part of her words, partially wanting to reach over and put a hand on her shoulder, maybe even try and force her to let him take her back to her home. "...Which begs the question what the hell are you doing out alone?"

She'd have to forgive him for swearing, but he was especially upset and concerned now. Not only were their children Senshi, but the actions of the Blood Moon sounded like they were putting everyone in the line of danger. If Wolframite, who in his own weird way seemed to have a code of honor, would attack children... there wasn't probably much the Negaverse wouldn't do to any other senshi, especially since the Negaverse had no reason to know, or care, that the Blood Moon had drawn a sharp black line between themselves and those who still held out hope for the return of the White Moon Princess, Princess ChibiMoon's mother, or the purification of the corrupt.

"People call people who do really bad things Animals. It makes them feel a little better to..." he looked for a way to explain it. "It's a way of separating them out into us versus them. Bullies versus... well... everyone's who's getting hit with their fall out."

It was going to give him a headache, he was explaining life lessons to a kid who should never have been handed a henshin pen, not for a few years yet. If he ever found out what cat thought this had been a good idea...

A few ideas sprang to mind, involving a good pair of soccer shoes and an tape for measuring distance.

"If people don't want you out here it's because they don't want to see you get hurt, Kid. They'll feel responsible."

"Teams seem to be kinda hard to come by these days." He admitted. "Last one I was in pretty much just..." He spread his hands as though scattering dust. "Fell apart."

"They figure they've got your best interests at heart you know. People have gotten killed out here, and no one wants to be the one trying to figure out if they're responsible for someone appearing in the obituaries. That's a lot of weight to carry."

He wasn't sure she'd understand, but little kids tended to be a lot smarter than they let on. He and Celeste had often grasped far more of adults conversations than said adults had thought possible, usually causing very awkward questions later.

"Regulus, Super Senshi." He offered back, adding. "Kid is shorter." This with as straight a face as he could manage, under the circumstances.

"Some teams just do. We just didn't have a solid enough reason to stay together I guess." It was like crying over spilled milk to regret the disolution of the Basterds at this point.

"Who's this Prince guy?" he asked. He'd missed that, being laid up from Sassolite's attack, and apparently whoever this 'Prince' was (Perhaps just an particularly elaborate uniform, like Leo's?), he apparently hadn't made a particularly notable impression on anyone, other than perhaps Hug Bell. Very unlikely then that he was ACTUALLY a prince or any authority figure, since surely that would have made more ripples, or like Nehlina, they would have made an brazen attempt to tell everyone to follow them...

He brushed aside dismissive, insulting thoughts about the blue haired parallel and her creepy court.

"Lion's fine." He laughed. "Probably easier to pronounce." And it was part of his last name anyway, if you translated it. Not that she knew that.

"Endemion? That's a hell of a mouthful." he frowned, tucking the name away. Had he heard it before? It didn't really ring any bells, but the fact that ChibiMoon had referred to him as her father was... How could Serenity, the queen they all felt a hole for in their hearts, have fathered a child with someone who would throw someone else in front of him as a shield?

"He used someone as a shield? What a turd-rocket."

A colorful term, but he figured it was -technically- clean enough for the ears of children. He really did sound like a turd-rocket though.

"I haven't heard hide nor hair of him, maybe we'll get lucky and he crawled back under whatever rock he was hiding under in the first place." He grimaced, crinkling his nose slightly with disgust.

"Hey Barnaby." He added, charitably, reaching out a hand in a (only partially) teasing offer to shake hands with the bear. "Nice to meet ya."