On most evenings, Remarque was inclined to drain energy from a select crowd. He had originally started with homeless, and now in the cold winter nights in which he chose to haunt Destiny City, sometimes he still settled for some poor unfortunate stuck outside with no warm place to go. Though there wasn’t much of a fight from them, already frozen or sleeping or drunk, so it felt a bit like cheating to steal their energy. His preferred victims usually consisted of criminals and miscreants that managed to get in his way, though vaguely desperate times called for vaguely desperate measures.

Super Sailor Remarque did not like the cold, and absolutely loathed actually being out in the cold. And being out working in the cold. He was more frozen than anything, and the pickings for energy were slim enough that he was considering just jumping the next person he found, taking some energy, and then high tailing it home so he could have a warm shower and thaw himself out.

Which was great for him, but unfortunate for anyone travelling home alone at this already late hour. He was stalking the shadows, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but keeping an eye out for anyone that seemed like fair game.