Welcome to Gaia! ::

She was perched, nay, sitting, one ankle over the other, on the building beside him. She only powered up the moment she felt his energy in the crowd, though she did not appear in this place looking for a fight. Under any other circumstance, Kallichore would have been happy to jump Benitoite, but oddly, the holidays made her feel a bit more at ease. Or simply more forgiving than usual. Her newly-formed white wings splayed out behind her, belt accouterments spilling out behind that. It seemed that the higher in rank she went, the more ridiculous her fuku became, though it was less of a hazard to run now than it was before. At least her boots were in one piece.

Something seemed to be bothering the captain. Was he a captain now? His energy signature certainly seemed stronger than it did the last time they met on the battlefield. She'd heard through the grapevine that he had blood on his hands - senshi blood. Brown eyes narrowed at him from across the way, but the senshi refrained from speaking her mind just then. Nothing but foul language would have spilled out of her had she allowed it.

"Head filled with heavy thoughts, Captain?" she said evenly, glancing away from him to gaze out onto the city. The entire thing seemed to be a teeming warzone and yet the people within still moved as if things would be peaceful soon. Was it the holidays at work again? Did the yuletide spirit permeate into the Negaverse just as easily? Somehow, Kallichore doubted it, though if she was proven wrong, she wouldn't have minded. Sometimes she found herself weary of it all until something spurred her back into action.

Of course he'd be surprised that she wasn't jumping down his throat. Quite honestly, she was surprised he wasn't doing the same. It seemed to be the natural order of things. But tonight was full of interesting goings on. Kallichore rested her hand on an open palm, leaning over slightly to look at him. His hair had changed, she noted, as did his uniform. He had a nice coat and a matching pair of boots. The Negaverse appeared to have a universally good sense of fashion - either that or being able to dress oneself properly was an entrance requirement.

"Maybe I'm sizing you up?" she explained, giving him a once-over from head to toe. She hadn't come here for a fight, but if he wanted to instigate something, who was she to deny him? "Or maybe I'm not here for you at all. I do have to wonder why you're not being given a break from your Negaverse duties. Hasn't Queen Beryl ever heard of Christmas? Does she not believe in time off?"

A chuckle escaped her. She didn't envy the captain at all, having to work like a slave for someone he may not even have seen. From what she gathered, some lieutenants had never even heard of Beryl, much less realized that they were working for her. While parts of the Negaverse appeared and functioned in a highly organized fashion, integral portions of the story of the war were left out for a lot of the new recruits. Kallichore felt pity for those who were ignorant. She herself was lucky enough to get the full story fairly early in her awakening.

Kallichore lifted her knee and rested her chin on it, wrapping both arms and elongated sleeves around it to prevent her from exposing anything. Thankfully, her new fuku came with tights, but she still didn't like the idea of flashing someone quite like this. The senshi studied her opposite before speaking again. "Oh, I know school vacations haven't started, but I imagined that Queen Beryl would at least have a calendar out and let people know when they'd get some time off. Maybe even put up a tree. Doesn't she think you all have families, or do you give that up when you corrupt yourselves?" There was some animosity in her voice, but most of it was covered by sheer curiosity. With so many Chaos factions running around now, it was hard to keep everyone straight.

Her perceived lack of knowledge made the senshi bristle a little, but she let it slide. Surely she could jump him like nobody's business, but she wasn't in the mood for it. "I myself don't take breaks often. How else am I supposed to keep tabs on all of you? Speaking of which..." Kallichore shifted to her left, leaning precariously for a moment before snapping back to her original position to watch him.

"I'd like to know how you feel with all that blood on your hands, Captain." She saw the news. The poor senshi in the bus terminal didn't escape many other Order soldier's eyes. That death marked the Captain as a killer - something many other Negas probably already did, but there was something brutal about it. Something that changed who you were on a fundamental level. Surely senshi killed others as well, but not with the same purpose, the same intent. Kallichore, while disheveled and extreme in her actions, was still clean.

The eternal senshi smiled and shrugged at the suggestion that Beryl had her own little office, or perhaps office jockies, making calendars for her and her underlings. "Oh why not? Surely you have your own NegaStaples down there or something. What else are the lowest of the low supposed to do with themselves? Like the ones who can't even collect energy! Unless Beryl and the other generals really like Starbucks, in which case, I stand impressed." It was relieving to know that at least one Negaverser was planning some time off at Christmas to spend it with family. Perhaps that would put their heads correctly on their shoulders - they could see who this war is hurting most.

Stalker? Oh, she'd been called much worse, and by members of her own Court to boot. "I do plan on taking some time off, yes, in case you're interested. But," and she raised her hand, one finger in the air to indicate one stipulation. "don't go causing trouble, Captain, because I'd be so sad to know it wasn't me who may have stopped you." Obsessive? Definitely. Kallichore knew she was an embraced it to the fullest.

"Torture is one step back from murder if that's what you want to hear. I wonder too how senshi who torture live with themselves. I wouldn't know." The reply came with a nonchalant shrug. While her attack could be construed as torture, it wasn't like she went about tying people to chairs and subjected them to it. The Blood Moon did a great many things in the proverbial moral shadows, but Kallichore wasn't around for the worst of it. That kidnapping and torture operation stained those senshi forever, though somehow Kallichore doubted it meant anything to those who participated. The Captain was another story.

With a sigh, the eternal continued. "I'm not here to jump you about the killing, Captain, but I can warn you - other senshi know about this and are probably incensed about it. Rightly so. Many of them have never hurt a Negaverser to the point of death. Death is a very heavy thing in its finality - it makes the war seem so much more real and concrete. But I don't doubt that you'll be a high priority on a lot of senshi's lists. A vacation would likely do you more good than you know." It wasn't a stern warning, but there was a seriousness about it that Kallichore had trouble conveying while keeping her voice as even as possible.

If there was anything they could agree on, it was that child soldiers were one of the worst things about this war. Destiny seemed to pick them without realizing how young they were and how dangerous the war itself was. They could easily be killed if a Nega decided to do it. "I don't agree with it either. I wish it didn't have to happen and I wish I could stop it. Kids don't belong on the battlefield." And she left it at that, figuring that the cats must be doing it and how could she stop them?

Kallichore knew that, at some point, the Negaverse officers learned to teleport, but didn't know it was at Captain stage. Now she knew. Benitoite's explanation about how the Negaverse worked internally, no matter how vague, was news to her. She knew they were organized - much more so than the milling senshi around Destiny City, but just how organized... all this information would be stored away for future use.

"Maybe we'll all get lucky and this winter holiday will be less violent than the last. I think we all deserve even a little respite." she said, noting that neither one of them was attempting to kill the other. Perhaps this meeting was going to be entirely peaceful. "It's not easy leading double lives amongst people who don't even know there's a war going on."

"Believe me, had I met any so far, they'd have someone to protect them. As it stands right now," she sighed, chewing on her lip slightly, "I have yet to see one in person. Still, if the Negaverse can vow not to harm them, then maybe someone will escape this war with their innocence intact." How many young senshi had there been, really? Kallichore knew Callisto, fellow senshi and Jovian, was incredibly young. Wasn't she fourteen? Fifteen? And chibi senshi were said to be even younger. How on earth could it possibly be fair to expect them to fight in a war not meant for their eyes? Children were meant to be carefree, playful and free of responsibility. Saddling them with all the baggage that came with being a senshi was unfair to say the very least.

When Benitoite admitted that he hoped not to be called away, Kallichore tilted her head. "You can't go out when you want? You're on call all the time? That seems unfair, especially around this time of year. Don't the upper echelons of the Negaverse have family to spend time with too?"

His invitation did not go unnoticed, and with a click of her heels, the eternal senshi was sharing the same roof as the captain, her belts making leather-flicking sounds against each other through the air. She was very capable of defending herself should he choose to attack - and the same could be spoken of him. Still, being able to just talk was a welcome change, if only temporary.

Kallichore shrugged lightly, stepping in a short pattern back and forth in front of the Captain. Make it her mission, says he? "I have my missions, Captain. I have no doubts that others will also try to protect the little ones. But if, say, I can be more proactive and protect them from your people, then I'd much rather do that. The best defense is a good offense, or so they say." Her voice drifted off to a moment, mentally checking his name off of her list of Negas to take out due to harm brought against chibi senshi. The fact that he's killed someone else, though... that just made Benitoite a much higher target for, what was it the Jovians wanted to do? Purify? Would such a thing work on the unwilling?

Perhaps one day, she'd live to find out.

"Somehow, I highly doubt there will be many powered people running around during the holiday. Most would likely welcome the break." Brown eyes looked out across the city, which was turning in for the evening. Lights were dimming, stores were closing and the wind was getting chillier. "That's my guess, anyway. I'm like you - I'd take to the streets to stop someone from doing something stupid if it came to that, but maybe we'll all just be able to relax, if even for one day."