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The rush of wind in her ears didn't stop her from continuing to rocket from building to building at a pace only eternals could achieve. Her radar was set to scan every few rooftops, trying to find anything out there with a distinctly black aura. Kallichore had been out patrolling for a few hours and had found nothing so far - just the occasional knight or senshi out on solo or pair patrols. She didn't want to bother any of them and kept going once she verified that they were alright. She was a red-and-white-and-blue blur across the night sky.

Only stopping briefly to rest, the senshi leaned against the railing on one of the buildings and was prepared to keep going when something reached her ears. Something... distinctive, almost rhythmic? Odd. she thought and turned her ear to it. It was probably a dance party or club she'd landed on, but she couldn't feel any thumping of bass from the rooftop beneath her feet. Maybe it was across the street? Turning her head, she couldn't see anyone or anything, but the sound was coming from somewhere over there. Brows furrowed and curiosity got the better of her, sending the senshi leaping across the gap.

She'd landed atop an air conditioning unit which sat on the top of a brick covering to a stairwell. The rest of the rooftop was flat and paved with a few ducts here and there snaking on down the building. The sound was getting louder and she could make out a few words.

Ai no corrida,
it's where I am...

Tilting her gray head, Kallichore leaned slightly to peer down below her. A small stereo was plugged into something she couldn't see, but that was where the sound was coming from. And next to that... Brown eyes widened and she stepped back, slapping her hands to her face. It was something she certainly didn't expect to see, not in the slightest. It was her fellow Jovian Babylon, shaking his booty like the world depended on it. Kallichore was beat red in embarrassment for him and for her own eyes. What is this?! The boy was very into whatever dance he was doing, but he didn't seem to notice her yet.

You sent me there
Your dream is my command~

Kallichore found herself bouncing to the beat in spit of herself. What am I DOING?!

Kallichore found any resolve to do more than stare at Babylon awkwardly had deflated when he didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest. She coughed to collect herself and turned around, hopping daintily from her perch to land next to him. There was a beer. There was a several beers. And this confused her.

She wouldn't tell him that his seizures were better than anything she could produce and still call dancing. She kept that to herself. Instead, she cocked her head at Babylon, one of the knights she didn't know well, and tried not to stare like the creeper she'd been known to be. "Well I... hope he enjoys the surprise." Come to think of it, Kallichore didn't know Vindemiatrix very well either and had just discovered by Babylon's admission that he was a dancer. She couldn't guess these things.

His good cheer was... disarming. She held up gloved hands to decline the alcohol. "I haven't found anything out here yet to beat into a smear but... really? Babylon, alcohol? On patrol? What if someone not on your side finds you?" she scolded, trying desperately not to wag her finger at him. As if they needed more embarrassing things to happen tonight.

Oh the puppy dog eyes. Too bad Kallichore was immune to such things. She frowned slightly and watched him ooze onto the air conditioning unit. He was a squire now, which she thought meant something similar to Super. She crossed her arms and attempted to look less creepy. She had no idea if it was working or not. When did she get to have this kind of reputation? "At least you don't drink during patrol. After isn't so bad, but I would still worry about someone unpleasant finding you when you're buzzed. And I don't have a vendetta against fun."

I just happen to be quite serious when... oh god he's kind of right. She mentally face-palmed. When out and about in powered form, getting the job done clean, quick and painless was one of the only things that went through her head. No drinking, no dating, no partying, no dancing, no getting into trouble, no using your powers for personal gain, that sort of thing. She thought it made her a better senshi to be so dedicated to her job. Babylon... seemed very carefree. And that was putting it lightly.

She huffed. "I happened to be in the neighborhood and I heard music, so I came over. Don't worry - I didn't see much." Kallichore had to turn away to stifle a giggle at the thought of Babylon's a** gyrating around in his fluffy pants. Something about it smacked of Saturday morning cartoons. Coughing, she turned back to him. "And I don't creep on people... Unless they're bad guys." The eternal made a funny face.

"Who said you sucked?"

The thought of Kallichore, be-belted and -sleeved, trying to dance without whipping herself in the face would have been infinitely more amusing. She'd be more likely caught stealing or vandalizing something or overturning a car looking for a kitten than dancing. She didn't have the talent for it, and certainly wasn't brave enough to attempt it in front of anyone. The fact that Babylon was practicing for someone else was endearing, actually.

Folding her hands over her stomach, the eternal shrugged. Good thing Babylon was gay, otherwise she'd be incredibly self conscious about the fact that her fuku was incredibly revealing. Why couldn't she have ended up with Pasiphae's fuku? Or Europa's? Wait, scratch that. She didn't have the a** the pull off Europa's fuku. Anyway. "I think the fact that you were trying to impress someone else speaks volumes about who you are as a person. If I may say so."

Lifting her hand slightly, she continued. "I shant speak a word. Jovians' honor." And coming from her, that meant something. Even though she wasn't part of the Blood Moon anymore, any secrets they gave her to stayed that way. Now that she thought about it, perhaps it was good they didn't give her any, and any they had were already blown wide open. "You'll have to tell me how it goes. The dancing, I mean. If Vindemiatrix isn't impressed, well... then he needs to have his eyes checked."

...it was her attempt at a complement.

Okay, so none of that really worked. Maybe Ganymede was right - Kallichore was severely lacking in social graces and now it was painfully obvious. She frowned and sighed, guilt welling up inside her. She didn't normally feel bad about this sort of thing, especially if it was Ganymede. It was like they were made to battle each other (in wits, of course. Kallichore knew she'd win in a knock-down, drag-out fight. Especially if Gany broke a nail.). But Babylon? He was innocent to a degree and simply wanted to impress and her laughter kind of... ruined the whole moment. And now she felt bad. He was a Jovian too and weren't they supposed to be working together?

She wandered dangerously close to the stereo and pondered her options. "Hobbits saved the world, didn't they?" What little she knew of Lord of the Rings at least allowed her to make the comparison. LotR just didn't have enough disgusting, insanity-inducing interdimensional creatures to hold her fancy for long. So far, her words had only served to make things worse and as it stood, she didn't want this to get back to any of the others. Kallichore didn't want to be known as having a vendetta against fun, as Babylon so kindly put it. What would the others think?

They would think she was being an a*****e, that's what, and that was the last thing she wanted them to think. So, against anything and everything she stood for previously, a crimson-gloved hand reached out to turn the stereo back on. Once the rhythmic lyrics and bass started again, she backed up and, well... attempted to dance.

It was slow at first, deliberate, trying to find the beat of the music. Stepping to and fro proved easy enough, adding one or two cautious swings of the hips. Dancing wasn't something she'd ever tried before, even as a child, and she was stiff if nothing else. "Just... needs more practice." Kallichore tried to keep the faint pink blush from reaching her cheeks. Someone just kill me now. she thought ruefully.

"Well, I'm certainly no better than you are...!" she replied, nearly falling once due to a wrong turn of the hips. Okay, they were both pathetically bad at this, herself more so than Babylon. But this did prove that even she could have a little fun and let loose, right? The song thankfully didn't speed up or slow down and she had never heard it before. If there was already a dance associated with it, she didn't know it, and was suddenly regretting not taking ballet as a child like her peers. Dancing was a skill Kallichore never thought she'd wish she had.

A couple of loose turns and Kallichore could hear the whistling sound distinctive to leather being whipped around. That was a bad sign. Her long sleeves were catching the back parts of her uniform like she'd never imagined. Now she was really regretting being the senshi of madness with all the regalia and the damned belts. Edges of metal were catching the back portions of her fuku and before she knew it, one of her long blue belts had wrapped itself around Babylon's leg and sent her careening unceremoniously onto her a**.

Babylon was bigger than she was, and before she realized what was happening, the force of her fall was taking his leg out from under him. Oh no...

She'd never seen someone quite that close to her face unless it was an enemy. Kallichore's first reaction would be to knee the offending person in the groin, but that wouldn't go over very well at all. Instead, she refrained from any movement in the hopes that 1) she wouldn't whip poor Babylon with other parts of her fuku and 2) she wouldn't accidentally touch the boy inappropriately, because few things could make this situation any worse. When she found that Babylon's breath didn't stink, she realized just how close they were and turned as red as her fuku, scrambling up to try and right the situation.

Scrambling to get herself upright, she dusted herself off while waiting for the blood to drain from her cheeks. Thankfully, she told herself, Babylon was gay and couldn't be looking at her as anything more than a fellow Jovian and senshi. So really, things weren't as awkward as they initially looked, right? "Yes, well... good thing I'm not the senshi of dance or we'd all be in a world of trouble..."

The joke about romantic comedies was swept under the rug simply because Kallichore couldn't come up with any non-damning response to it. She chewed on her lip thoughtfully. "Still, I think Vin would really appreciate your dancing whether you think it's any good or not. And think of it this way - if he was dating me, he'd probably be crying at my dancing. With you, it's endearing. Right?" She couldn't turn around because she could still feel the heat in her face.

"And ah... I won't tell if you won't tell."

Before she could really come up with any sort of reply, Babylon was long gone, promising never to speak of this incident again. Kallichore sighed, smacking her hand into her face with shoulders slumped, shaking her head. "Great. Just... just great. What on Earth have I gotten myself into?" she asked, voice muffled from the gloves on her hands. It was Kallichore's first facepalm, one of many to come.

Babylon was cute in his own nonchalant, carefree, Hobbit-y sort of way, but now all sorts of turmoil was brewing in her head. She attempted to push everything to the wayside and concentrate on what mattered most - patrolling and protecting the Jovian Court. Gathering information. Stopping Ares in some way, shape or form. Purifying those that were willing and figuring out a way to do it without having to rely on a royal they didn't know. Not gyrating around on rooftops with furry squires to ridiculous music and UGH today was RUINED.

She needed a drink.