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Most would have found this behavior unacceptable and they likely would have outright refused to participate in such a thing. There were other ways he could have assisted Osumilite in his documentary- a simple interview or a recording could have been sufficient. And yes, he could have done that, but he always wanted to take it another step further. He wanted to be proactive, and he wanted to help the Negaverse in any way he could, minus giving up his life, of course.

No, he wasn't regretting his actions. He had stormed into the 24-hour diner, suited up in an attired colored white, red, and yellow, with an elegantly decorated mask to cover his eyes and nose. The mask itself helped to keep with wig firmly on his head, as he waved his sleeved arounds around and looked to be conjuring some sort of spell. He hadn't regretted the chance to reuse some old Halloween costumes from his college years or the gaudy Mardi Gras mask his brother sent him as a lame birthday present one year. At least now he had a use for it.

He didn't regret any of that, nor how he spooked unsuspecting civilians, using kicks to dining materials and 'magic', which consisted over a ghetto-rigged lighter and an aerosol can (very cheaply made, but the smoke bombs he had dropped and the howls and cackles he made were more than enough to help feed the illusion. It may have seemed amateurish and any self-respecting theatre major would have been quick to criticize him and offer a better suggestion.)

But to the panicked people in the diner, some too tired from hours of driving, it certainly felt real. And that was all the 'Senshi' needed, as he prepared another attack, aiming for the stoves and intentionally missing hitting any of the civilians with his little act. He was there to scare, not kill. "For the glory of the White Moon Queen! Frag burst!"

No, the only regrets he had was that by the end of the night, this costume would have likely been ruined, but that he was willing to sacrifice for the Negaverse.

The disguised lieutenant was simply having too much fun, so much that when Osumilite shouted to him, he was legitimately taken off guard for a moment. Initially he didn't react besides to look back at him and c**k an eyebrow (unseen, thanks to the half mask), but it didn't take long for the 'senshi' to get back into his role. Whereas Osumilite wasn't going to get into the role of hero with frilly speeches of justice and virtue, the disguised Buddingtonite was more than happy to make up for it, turning to face him but remaining on top of the bar as civilians cowered.

"At last you show yourself! I was wondering when the screams of the helpless would reach your conscious..." Buddingtonite said, lowering his arms and concealing the source of his magic when it appeared that the smoke was beginning to disperse. The oversized sleeves hung at his side, hiding how much he trembled with anticipation. Despite this being a mockfight, he was really enjoying himself, and he wanted to continue to enjoy himself. He had no idea of Osumilite's stress and his desire to relieve tension, and perhaps if he did, he wouldn't have simply shut up and fight. "This world will belong to the Moon Queen, starting with this diner! You and these little lambs will be the perfect sacrifice!"

With that, the senshi of white, red and yellow lunged himself at Osumilite, trying to prepare himself for the captain's retaliation and only hoping that he'd remember to take it easy on him. He knew he was getting deep into his character and had volunteered for this, but still, that didn't necessarily mean he was willing to allow his face to be permanently damaged in this experience. He had a shop to run and who would go to a candy shop when the confectionist with a sunken in face?

When Buddingtonite signed up for this gig, he knew to expect there being some work hazards in place. Between Senshi magic, weapons, and general fighting, he knew that it would be inevitable that he's sustain an injury or two in the process. Not only was it theoretically impossible to avoid such a fate (even if he didn't suit up, there was always a chance to be caught in the crossfires), but it wouldn't have been fair to go into a fight, playing the role of the one that was suppose to lose, and him not get a little hurt from it. So, even when Buddingtonite charged the Captain, he was bracing himself for a little bit of pain when the microphone came swinging his way.

Except he didn't get a 'little bit of pain'. The stand hit him right in the cheek with such force that he didn't initially feel it at first, and he certainly didn't hear Osumilite's apology as he was sent flying into the wall with a loud THUMP and slid down to the floor. He was lucky that he was wearing additional layers as it spared the disguised lieutenant from serious injury when he slammed against the wall, but that didn't mean that the pain from the initial blow.

He was certain that there's be a huge bruise there in the morning and that maybe there was a tooth loose, but that was the least of his concerns as he tried to pull himself up to his feet. As much pain he was in, or would be in, the show must go on, and he took a moment to make sure everything was in place, before he called back to the Captain. The swelling hadn't started yet, so best to get his insults out before he sounded like a swollen chipmunk talking with nuts in his mouth. "That all you got?! You cannot think to defeat me with such a puny weapon!"

Except he totally had. His outfit was beginning to fall apart and his movement certainly wasn't helping with that. His wig and mask were still in place at least, and though he was willing to throw the match for the Negaverse, was he willing to take another blow to the face? The answer was no. "You may have this diner, Captain! But there are other places in Destiny City that are ripe for the picking! Don't forget who has superior numbers in this war!"

He had dropped another smoke bomb while he was monologing, hoping that the position of the camera would keep the motion hidden if his sleeves didn't conceal it well enough. He quickly lit it and made a movement like a ninja throwing down a smoke grenade, and he hoped the additional cherry poppers would add to the sound, as he spun around and looked for the closest exit he could find. A window. Of course it'd be a window, and of course it's be closed! Using his elbow, he broke the window and jumped through, ripping his clothing and making a run for it. He figured that he had played his part well enough and that Osumilite had gotten everything he needed for his documentary. For now, he wanted to focus on getting to their rendezvous spot and nursing his wound until the Captain returned to check on him.

He suspected that Osumilite would be upset with him leaving the party soon, but surely the Negaverse captain would know better than to draw it out too long and risk their cover being blown. That's what Buddingtonite thought, as he made it to the rendezvous point, an old tool shack near an apartment complex that remained locked throughout the night (but easily accessible to someone who had managed to get the key duplicated.) The moment he got into the shack, he slipped out of his costume and couldn't help but chuckle to himself, despite the pain in his cheek and jaw. That was fun... he eagerly waited for Osumilite to return, if only to ask if there was another gig they could pull (albeit a little less painful for him next time).

By the time Osumilite had arrived at the shack, Buddingtonite had done away with the disguise and was lamenting its loss. Fire had singed the sleeves, his ghetto-rigged flamethrowers loosened and depleted, and the wig? He didn't want to even look at it! He was hoping to be able to use this 'Senshi' outfit again, maybe as a Halloween costume, but it seemed that it was not meant to be. If he wanted to pursue that idea, he would simply have to redo the entire thing, and he took comfort in knowing that Buddy Senshi 2.0 would surpass the original.

He laid the costume to rest, turning to Osumilite and standing to attention with a jolt, despite the swelling of his cheek from the earlier blow. It was hard to smile with the injury, but Buddingtonite wasn't going to allow it to slip, and he spoke through the pain, playing it off as a joke. "It was a pleasure to help the Negaverse, even if it'd mean becoming a Senshi Pinata... you have a fierce swing with that stand of yours- do you play baseball or golf? If not, then you should..."

His rambling was his way of hiding his bruised ego, and he was more upset with having to figure out an excuse to tell his employees and customers about the large welt that would grace his cheek the next day. Or, he could simply have an off day- there were many ways around this, and that was enough for him not to accuse the captain from going too far or not holding his punch. That, and the fact that he was a superior ranking officer and getting snooty with him would be highly frowned upon.

"So, Captain. Where do we go from here? I want to make sure my contribution serves our organization, as well as making sure it was worth the shiner I'll have in the morning." Then there was the matter of what his reward would be, but he'd ask later. Given how strong he was, he didn't wish to invoke his wrath a second time.

Osumilite's honesty surprised Buddingtonite, but he didn't think ill of him for it. At least now the strength behind the blow made sense, and he was certain that if the situations were reversed that he could have likely done the exact same thing. Though it made him curious about what was going on in the captain's personal life that was so heavy that it slipped into their little mock fight, Buddingtonite wasn't all too interested in finding out exactly what it was. It was none of his business, unless it happened a second time. "Well, I do hope things in your personal life get settled. It's never good to carry such things with you into work... eventually it'll affect your performance and I don't know if I want to disappoint the head honcho of this organization."

He didn't need to meet their leader to know that disappointing her was a bad idea. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to nag about the injury to Osumilite for now and he'd nurse his wound once he got home. When it came to his own civilian life, he wasn't too willing to give away his identity just yet- for starters, who knew who could be lurking around? And also, he had something else in mind, and his mirth was evident in his baritone voice. "I own a little candy shop in the business district, called Sugar Shanty. I'd offer you to swing by and give a few of my delicacies a try, if your sweet tooth ever beckons."

That was his invitation to meet him and discuss further business there, and he was certain that the captain was smart enough to figure it out. Most of this scheme was his idea, after all. "Or, you can track me down throughout the many casinos and bars all throughout Destiny City and beyond, but your best bet would be at Sugar Shanty. I look forward to your visit."

He knew who Osumilite was, and if a celebrity walked into his store, it would have definitely helped his business in some manner. He may have devoted himself to the Negaverse, but he still wanted to keep his business successful and live a somewhat luxurious lifestyle when he wasn't 'on the clock'.

"It was a pleasure to assist you, Osumilite. Please do call again if you require further assistance."