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The Negaverse General had once not cared either way for Valentine's Day. She had not been so lonely that bitterness made her rage on a day spent alone, watching others in love, and she had never been so head over heels that a date night had made her a true believer in the day. No, it had always just been another day in a long string of them, looping around once a year and fading away without much incident either way.

This year, though, it was going to be a different story. This year, it would be memorable. For her, and for anyone else she could drag into it. She'd put out a call, and she would see who responded.

There was a funny lore to Valentine's Day, the idea that most bitter people throw into happy couples' faces. That they were somehow celebrating a massacre with their paper hearts and delicious chocolates, and thousands of dying roses wrapped in ribbons did not fit that bill. They meant blood and horror, things not generally associated with true love and conversation hearts.

That was the kind of Valentine's Painite wanted.

The restaurant she chose was crowded, despite its less than favorable location and its low rating on various websites where disgruntled customers went to blow off steam in the hopes of getting someone fired. Painite had situated herself around the back alley, watching through a small window. She could see into the kitchen, then beyond it into the dining hall. Everyone was bustling around, the greatest stress on most of their minds being making sure the date went well. She imagined most of them were thinking about their endgame, going home with one another. And the servers, of course, were thinking about the generous tips they might get for a good service

Simple folks, following a standard set by years of training and commercialism. She didn't blame them. She didn't hate the day. She didn't hate the celebration of love being made a consumer sink hole. No, she hated the love. She hated the couples. She hated pandering to this idea that two people could actually be loyal and true to one another. She hated their happiness, the idea that the people in there had somehow got it right, had somehow found someone they really were meant to be with forever. She hated them.

And she was looking forward to showing them just how much.

The night shift could handle the rest of the day, as far as Richard Moreau was concerned. It was time to unwind a little before his 'second shift', and that meant to find a nice, secluded place to suit up. And no sooner did he done his soldat steel coat with red trimmings did he get an interesting invitation, one that he couldn't even think to ignore.

Interesting enough, Buddingtonite had nothing against the holiday, unlike his fellow Negaverse officers. In fact, he wasn't ashamed to admit that he loved the holiday, for all of the reasons that they hated it. He was a candy maker and chocolatier, and that meant a lot of business for him during this holiday- it was all too easy to take advantage of all the dopey couples, whether they linger into their double digit years or simply just started dating and turn a good profit. Hell, even to the ones that were simply trying to get a relationship started, they were the easiest wallets for the Candyman to gobble up during this season, though the notion that someone would like to commit to another being over a box of chocolates was a foolhardy notion. Love was something that the newly awakened Negaverse lieutenant had known a few things about, though it was more or less the physical love that he was into an not the ongoing commitment that was often implied afterwards.

That was something that Lieutenant Buddingtonite was willing to stand with his fellow officers with, in the very least. As much as he profited from the most selfish holiday of the year, there were things that grinded his gears, much like the wind blowing through his pinwheel, spinning faster and faster with the help of his own breath. There were few things in life worth committing to, and love was simply not one of them.

The act of love, the physical one, was one that he understood needed to exist biologically- after all, they were on this Earth to multiply, thus the desire for sex was clearly biological and therefor natural. However, the whole lovey-dovey foreplay, as well as the notion of being limited to a single lover for the entirety of his life? THAT was worth killing people over, and if Buddingtonite had the power to just run around ripping people’s hearts out, that would be his sole reasoning for why he was here, at a General’s invitation.

Unfortunately for Buddingtonite, while he could think of many ways to kill someone with his pinwheel (he had guessed eleven before being interrupted by a page), he was certain that he still had a long way to go before he could get to the mercilessly slaughter his enemies part. For now, he was here to watch and observe, and maybe cause some damage to the business. He remembered this restaurant in particular and jumped at the chance to get his own personal revenge. A waitress, a saucy little tart, had the audacity to spit in his soup once.

Once.

“And never again will you sully MY soup with your germs!” Buddingtonite said with a sneer, as he lingered at the other side of the building, unknowingly just below General Benitoite. All he was waiting for was the queue, and he was certain that he’d catch onto it, whatever it may be.

As against the rules as this evenings plans were, and as much trouble as they may get in, the blond haired General was more than willing to join Painite in her schedualed fun for the evening. Smiling down at her he slid himself easily off the roof top, no fear of falling and dying or injury shown on his face, and he landed with ease. His clothing ruffled and his hair a little mused but otherwise perfect as ever.

"A fine way to celebrate a birthday I think." A glance into the kitchen showed him just what they would be encountering; or should it be what would be encountering them? Either way it didn't much matter, the point was still the same.

The pressence of the lieutenant didn't escape Benitoite either but he let Painite address them. "You know killing of civilians is off limits. We can of course give them quite the night to remember though." Even though that may also be against things. But in the end he knew he wouldn't stop Painite should she decide in liberating a person of their starseed, this was her night as much as it was his - perhaps moreas it was her plan. Really he was just erminding her of the rules placed on them, never mind that he hadn't mentioned that this whole evening really wasn't kosher.

"I trust you have a plan of attack? Or will we just be going in the back door and attacking whomever we encounter with no plan?" Since it didn't seem a care was given to makign sure people couldn't flee.

General Painite cared very little for rules at the moment, and she did not mind if there were consequences for her actions. In her mind, this was how things should be. Not hiding unless they were setting traps. Why not use their power, the negative energy of chaos that they were blessed with, to cause some real...

Well. Chaos.

"You two do whatever you want. I won't hold you accountable for your actions tonight. Anything that happens here is my responsibility." She grinned, looking at Benitoite first, pointedly. "So have fun."

She did not know the Lieutenant and she did not know that she had already introduced herself in her favorite way. She smiled at him, though, and then motioned to the building.

"There are two entries. The kitchen and the front. That's it. Not great design. There aren't that many people in the kitchen, as per usual, but I'm going in the front door. I want the date nighters, the staff are meaningless to me. If you feel the need to secure the exits, go for it. But I'm going to be up front about it right now. I'm going to kill some folks tonight, and I'm going to enjoy it. Just for the hell of it. If that doesn't suit you lot, you're free to stick to the rules."

Buddingtonite liked what he was hearing, even though he knew that soon he'd have to make a choice. Benitoite, the gentleman with the spear, wanted to take the back, while Painite, the lovely lady with the spear, was going for a more direct approach. Both sounded equally pleasing- it was only a matter of which kind of approach the lieutenant was wanting to indulge in. "Direct or backdoor. Decisions, decisions!"

When Benitoite asked him if he had ever killed before, the answer was simple, yet complicated. "No, general, I've never killed before. But the desire to is there, as it is with any human being, merely suppressed due to those pesky conscequences. You know, being against the law and ending up in jail... also not having the means or power to kill anyone was a pretty big hinderance, though that appears to have changed."

He gave his pinwheel another twirl, before making his decision. "However, I am far too low in rank to risk breaking rules, and I'm here for damage control. So, I shall accompany you," he said, pointing to Benitoite with his pinwheel. "Lead the way, then!"

No need to go overboard just yet- he was newly awakened, and for now, he was more interested in limiting his efforts on that single twit that had wronged him. And if not, then he's simply observe. Watching the world burn was fun, too.

Looking the red head over he nodded once. "Not many lieutenants say such words. We shall see, by nights end, how well you handle killing." One could say many things but be quite the opposite in practice. He knew his first and second kill had no been easy on himself, nor had his third even. His fourth and fifth had been much easier and handled well mentally. It took time, sort of how it took time for a wine to age nicely.

"I don't think it's a desire all people have - to kill. But perhaps a curiosity that we all have, buried under all those morals and stigmas that fill up our world. Tonight however you will satisfy that human curiosity - and as you say desire." And they would see how he did tonight, and in the coming days and nights perhaps as well.

"I believe if it's a life you wish to take than you can do so. Painite has said that the nights fun shall rest upon her shoulders." And again he was enabling, giving permission, and this time not to someone of his rank or higher. But he wanted to see this lieutenant work and test them. One day they would need to kill, some senshi or knight, and he wanted to see if they could do it as they said they could. It was best to know now rather than find out the hard way later - right?

As Painite teleported to the front of the building he stepped up to the back door and kicked it open. A booted foot slamming into the door and throwing it open. Startling those in the kitchen, waiters and cooks. It was done for that purpose - to startle. He wanted them too shocked to do anything but stare. Stepping into the kitchen he was sure it would be comical to someone viewing this from the outside, as opposed to those in the kitchen who were seeing and experiencing this, given his height and his uniform which made him appear shorter and how he just kicked a door open.

"Come lieutenant." Spoken over his shoulder before his attention was back on the cooks and waiters who were back here. "Tonight is a night for celebration I believe." And the screams from the front of the restaurant reached him them.

General Painite trusted them to handle the back of the house, and come to the front if and when they wanted. She focused on the main room, on all the couples. She appeared right in front of them and wasted no time in introducing herself.

The proper way.

She reached into the chest of the closest human and pulled it right out. The server who had the unfortunate luck of being so close to her looked surprised, made a strange sound, and then collapsed completely. Painite smiled, turning the starseed over in her hand and deeming it not shiny enough to give to Benitoite. She'd have to get another.

The restaurant immediately erupted into chaos. People in the dining room ran to the back to escape, while people in the back were trying to run into the dining room to flee. There was no where for any of them to go, though, and the Negaverse soldiers could do whatever they wished.

For Painite, it was grabbing starseeds. No energy pulling, no wasting time. The only exception was for using her spear, which she did when she cornered a loving couple huddling together. She frowned at the duo, walking closer and taking the woman by the shoulder, forcing her to stand as she screamed and her boyfriend or husband valiantly tried to protect her.

Painite silenced him with the tip of her spear, which found his stomach.

Then she let the woman go and watched her grieve for a moment, before rolling her eyes and and taking her starseed. This one was pretty. This one was a very good present, she felt, because it was colored by fear and suffering, and they were honest emotions.

Buddingtonite was eager to please, both himself as well as others, and while it meant much to the new lieutenant if Benitoite was impressed or not, he was simply indulging in the moment to notice the general's smile. He stood over the man as he screamed and writhed in pain, and Buddingtonite was almost surprised at himself for cackling at the poor chef's misfortune. He should have felt disgusted with such an act, and the pun itself was rather lame in hindsight, but Buddingtonite couldn't ignore the rush, the sensation of power that pulsed through him.

As a Negaverse lieutenant, he could do things he could never get away with as a civilian. Now, he had the ability to participate in this war, get his hands a little dirty and all the while, furthering a cause he believed in. Not that he hated the White Moon Court and their dopey Knightly allies (he had yet to meet one face to face), but he could see a bad investment from a mile away, and that word was written all over the senshi and knights. For now, they meant nothing to Buddingtonite, and he gave one last laugh as he slammed a boot in the writhing man's ribcage before looking around and watching Benitoite corale the rest towards the front of the restaurant. "Enjoy the possibility for permanent disfigurement... now your face will match your cooking!"

He practically flew into the main part of the restaurant, stopping just short of the girl that Benitoite tripped over and preventing himself from crashing down as well. He wasn't sure if the general had meant to spare her, and given that she was attractive, and not to mention not the waitress he was seeking, Buddingtonite was content was shooing her away. He motioned to an upturn table with his pinwheel, all the while keeping an eye out for that waitress. That was when he noticed Painite's assault, and he wasn't sure what made him want to throw up right now- the merciless way she ripped out starseeds and speared people with that bloody weapon of hers, or the thought that she might have already killed the waitress he wanted revenge on.

Either way, he forced it in- years of alcoholic endeavors must have favored him in having a strong gag reflex, and he kept it in well. And just in time to spot a familiar face among the panicked crowd. He'd recognize that lopsided bun from anywhere, as well as that stupid little ascot she wore, thinking it made her look cute. There! The waitress that spit in his soup!

"The general questioned my willingness to end a life this evening," Buddingtonite said, stepping over the woman as she scuttled towards the table and making a b-line for the waitress. Thankfully, her attention was on the more dangerous threat (that obviously being Painite), so she didn't notice Buddingtonite until he grabbed a handful of her messy black hair and pulled her back, so hard that he almost wished he could have heard her neck snap (though thankfully it had not, otherwise his revenge would have been short lived) The terror in her eyes did nothing to losen his grip, as he began to pull her back towards the kitchen- after all, someone needed to remain back there and keep the sheep from escaping. "Come along, defiler... I've got a bone to pick with you."