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Black... black just like them, but different. No holes. She has to be...

Red and bright blue shone against white high up on a building above the preening senshi. One who was like her and yet not stood up there, watching, brown eyes locked on those small details that gave her away as one of Ares' herd. She must have been one of the civilians Pasiphae had mentioned - one of the taken during the events in the Surrounding. The minor details - the longer skirts, the semi-transparent fabric around the waist and bust... those were details Leto gained, that Requiem gained, when they were tarnished.

And now she was making more of them. The blonde's lack of telltale markings on her chest and head sealed who she was. Kallichore would not forget that fuku or that hair. Something about this realization made the air tingle in a way that was almost... predatory?

The eternal took to vaulting down the building to perch on a lamppost overlooking the street. She hunched low, only part of a leg and hip visible in the light leaking from the nearby storefront. The power signature was low for certain, but as with anyone in this war, they could gain power. Kallichore was interested, no, intrigued by this one in a way she couldn't describe. She wasn't Leto or Gaia or Requiem. This one was unfamiliar. The eternal stayed silent, waiting.

Belts swayed slowly in the wind.

Blondie knew she was there.

Kallichore's eyes narrowed.

It wasn't often that she found someone that either purposefully or inadvertantly subscribed to her favorite tactics. Frowning, the eternal figured that to be proactive was to be rewarded, and lit on the roof of the car parked just behind the preening one. Her reflection, polar opposite to that of the blonde's, was visible in the glass. Kallichore noted several mirrors within the store, but had no idea whether she could access them or not. Even if she did, running away was fine. The eternal simply wanted to confirm what Pasiphae had told her previously.

"Busy?" came the question, voice low and free of threats. Her long sleeves covered bare midriff for now as she watched and waited. She couldn't guess a sphere, not yet. Nothing stood out, nothing like it did for Leto. Was she training them, molding them to her image? Sickening thought.

"No." came a simple reply, and Kallichore stayed where she was for a moment. Then, she decided, to step closer and block more of the light the blonde was looking for. More and more of Kallichore's semi-disheveled appearance flooded the glass the other senshi was using.

She tried to remain calm - what would getting angry and attacking really solve? If the fallen princess could turn them, who was to say they couldn't be turned back? If they could see what they've missed, what they've given up willingly or no, then perhaps there was still some hope left. The eternal stood silently, drinking in every detail about the blonde's fuku that she could. There had to be a theme - destiny seemed to work that way. If she could spot it, then other dark mirrors could be identified at greater distances.

Maybe blondie knew where Leto was? Europa would be thankful for that, the one of the white moon thought. "You're not out to preen. What are you so interested in, aside from yourself?" Details, all minor details, but tantalizing nonetheless. Anything and everything would be gobbled up, categorized and given back to the ones that sustained her now.

A name, a face, maybe a power? Anything.

Kallichore chuckled. "Really? Is that the best you have for me? I've been called much worse by far more creative people." Part of her wanted to lean over just enough to press a gloved hand to the other senshi's forehead and call her attack just to see what would happen. Maybe not her eternal attack, but something lower. Just enough for a shock, really. What Lesath didn't know was that Kallichore had actually become more pieced together as she ascended in power, not the other way around.

"You're one of her dogs, aren't you? You must be - the Negaverse didn't tear any holes into your chest that I can see." You're lower than I am and yet you still have an attitude. They must have explained these things to you at some point. Unless they're stupid or they have a sink-or-swim mentality. Kallichore hadn't killed anyone - she didn't have blood on her hands, despite what her gloves may suggest, but blondie was getting on her last nerve.

"Did she ask you, or did you just jump through the mirror?"

"You were dead?"

So now she's desperate enough to make zombies. And she thought I was crazy.

That little tidbit of information made things clearer, yet somehow more insidiously diluted. Just when she thought Ares' crimes couldn't get any worse - now the corrupt royal was resorting to grave robbing. How quaint. And now that this senshi, Lesath, had a name, Kallichore was determined to find out just how much she knew about her "savior". Hands on her hips, the eternal remained in place. "She is Ares. Your princess or queen or whatever she chooses to call herself. Did you know she was good once? Did you know she fought back against the darkness for who knows how long? And then one day, she decided to give herself over to chaos and then drag whoever she wanted, willing or no, along with her?"

Tapping one heel, she tilted her head. "I can't imagine she'd let any of you know that. Better to keep you ignorant and loyal, right?"

Kallichore had to laugh. It was short and sharp, but it was a laugh nonetheless. "Really? You honestly think senshi would transport civilians up into space where only magic would keep them alive. On purpose. And what would we gain from that, I wonder? What purpose would that serve? That's an awful lot of wasted energy, just to port them up there and then pretend to try and get them back. Really, Blondie, your logic astounds me." Whatever lies Ares was feeding them... she sure hooked a believer.

Lesath's comments about leaders simply showed how painfully ignorant she was. The eternal could think of a handful of leaders who were despised across the annals of history for doing what Ares was doing. They were forever branded traitors to humanity, monsters, the scum of the earth. She had no doubt Lesath was fighting for what she believed in, but what could be said when what you believed in was wrong?

With a shrug of her shoulders, the eternal sighed. "Well, whatever. Have it your way, Blondie. Looks to me like someone's too dense to really see the truth."

She'd been called worse. Anything from homeless to ugly to psychotic and everything in between. Names were something she'd come to live with - it came with the territory, the sphere, the fuku and even her hair. What really got under her skin was the fact that not only was Lesath okay with being evil, she was proud of it. Faced with the information that her glorious leader was once good, the blonde didn't even bat an eyelash. It made her skin crawl.

Unable to cope with something like that on an appreciable level, Kallichore simply did what came naturally. "Is that really the best you can do? She's not teaching you very well at all." The eternal leaned forward, stiff and unnatural, and launched herself at the Dark Mirror, agent of Chaos. Red-gloved fingers sought any inch of skin or fuku she could get her hands on. If she could, Kallichore would have wanted nothing more than to pump her powers straight into Lesath's eyes and watch what happened.