The senshi that had been serving as his own personal punching bag hadn't stuck around long. Damnit. Yes, Bismuthite was back in town like he'd been doing every weekend for months now. To make up for his lack of presence in Destiny City during the week, he did his best to double his energy quota that he brought in on Friday nights, and then spent the rest of the weekend until the Sunday midnight bus back to Fateville hunting down Senshi. Terminating them if he could, and easing pent up frustration and turning it in to rage fuel.

And he absolutely hated it when his quarry got away.

Pink eyes burned, and fists clenched. Something was muttered under his breath before he briskly turned and walked back in to the alley. He'd been interrupted from harvesting energy from a homeless man when the Senshi had arrived. He'd knocked the man unconscious before attacking the Senshi, lest the man try and get away. It seemed like the man was starting to come to. The alley was a lot bloodier than the hobo remembered it. Bismuthite was etching out his name on the wall amongst the spatter when he heard the pained groans. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he turned to face the man.

"I almost forgot about you," her purred.

Energy gathering didn't have to be painful. In fact, the Captain now knew he could do it without having to touch the victim, but Bismuthite was known for being rough.

Reaching down and dragging the man up by his coat collar with one hand and thrusting him back against the wall, Bismuthite took the energy with the other, and once done, flung the hapless hobo to the side to meet the dirty asphalt with a bit more force than necessary.


The man tried for all his might to hurry to his feet and get away. Bismuthite watched, unimpressed, as he turned back to the blood-spattered brick - blood from his battle with the Senshi - and finished etching his name, adding the 'ite.' He'd taking to doing this for the notoriety of it. And so his fellow Negas knew - he was still around. Still fighting the fight.

He wondered if a certain someone knew. He wondered if they even cared… But not now. He didn’t let the thoughts creep in now. He had Senshi to track down. Opponents to eliminate. He had to make his mark. As if he hadn’t already with the BMC?

It would be interesting to see how Bismuthite would react to the new happenings within the BMC or more correctly, the birth of the Dark Mirror Court. The was one disadvantage he had, not being in Destiny City. He was out of the loop more often than not. Though, if there had been any important announcements, he was sure he would have been summoned. So as of then, he was none the wiser.

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