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The evening was, by her account, rather uneventful. Patrolling in random patterns every night lent Kallichore a degree of freedom and choice - while some senshi preferred to meander around familiar places, the eternal senshi frequently let her legs make the decisions. She'd ended up in places like the bayside construction yard, the downtown shopping district and the industrial parks that dotted the landscape. New and interesting things usually greeted her and she returned the greeting with equal and opposite force. Youma and agents of Chaos were met with the same firm hand and stern disposition. Things continued in this way for weeks on end with no break in the monotony.

Forsooth, one day a break did appear.

In the form of one very, very angry man with a European accent of some kind, one the gray haired eternal could not accurately place. He suddenly appeared in the blink of an eye, silent like the raven before he opened his big mouth to spew hatred and vitriol. If he started vomiting rainbows, Kallichore would be the same mixture of offended, shocked and somewhat worried. "....excuse me?" was all she could manage amid the cloud of multiple questions roiling around in her head. Sure, she'd felt him during one of her routine scans for power signatures but by and large, lieutenants and the like have her a wide berth and in return, she left them alone.

Rarely did one approach an eternal so... brazenly.

And calling her a hooker, no less.

The old department store rooftop that once was home to a Macy's suddenly felt a great deal smaller as Kallichore debating either reprimanding him with firm words (and letting him live, which was boring and less effective) to make Pasiphae proud or simply smacking the snot out of him to teach him respect. Somehow, teaching the Negaverse some respect by way of force seemed all the more appealing, especially when you're being insulted.

The boy was tall, lanky, somewhat gaunt. Had a haunted look about his face. Kallichore, while shorter, crossed her arms, stood her ground and leveled a paint-peeling glare at him. It was obvious to her that one of two things was occurring here: 1) Lieutenant Douchecanoe didn't know the power difference between himself and an eternal senshi or, 2) he knew and didn't care. Perhaps survival instincts would kick in after being taught the distinction in senshi power ranks. "You must be new. Did you skip out on Negaverse 101, Lieutenant, or were you just looking to get into trouble because you were bored?"

This lieutenant thought himself much too big for his britches, it seemed. Perhaps the Negaverse wasn't as organized as she initially thought: clearly this lieutenant skipped out on the training videos that would explain one should never mess with someone two ranks higher than oneself. Kallichore learned that the hard way diving headfirst into a battle with the then-General Zinkenite. Terrible idea, that was, and she was lucky enough to be alive.

Time to play the role of Zinkenite, she figured, just with less possible death on the behalf of a very angry foreign lieutenant. She could be nice.

Sometimes.

Whatever he spat out at her left Kallichore more confused than anything. She didn't speak whatever language it was and didn't recognize it and therefore brushed it off as part of the childish tantrum the raven-haired fellow seemed to be throwing. The last few bits, particularly about her not having the common sense to simply vacate the premises when ordered by a lieutenant of all people made her laugh. Outright chuckle. "Well that's very generous of you. I think I'll just stand here and let you kill me like the nice little girl I am." came a lilting, mocking reply. It was as if the Big Bad Wolf was asking Little Red to simply waltz merrily into his gaping maw.

Instead, she watched him with brown eyes locked on his own amber as the lieutenant, ballsy as he was, charged her. It was clear to her that the power bestowed upon him by God-knew-who had gone to his head and at an alarming rate. Kallichore saw part of herself in him and knew that adrenaline-fueled recklessness had been beaten out of her early on. Beating it out of him would be truly satisfying, but having a Negaverse agent learn from their mistakes? That was something the eternal was still wrapping her mind around. Was it good? Probably, in the grand scheme of things. Mercy definitely felt better on the shoulders and in the soul than the act of murder did. But murder was so much more effective. How many people could she potentially save if she murdered one lieutenant?

Or had him murder himself?

Kallichore sighed. Pasiphae would be so disappointed in that train of thought even if the senshi in red thought it was most logical. And so, as the brazen Lieutenant closed the distance between himself and her, Kallichore stepped in front of him at the last possible moment, gloved hand reaching up to clench his throat, essentially scruffing him. The power difference between the two of them was immense: the Lieutenant should have known that based on the power signature. A few years ago, Kallichore didn't know the difference herself. Nearly three times as strong as he, Kallichore lifted the young man an inch or two off the ground and held him there. "Now, Lieutenant," Eyes narrowed at him, taking in the details. This one was too much like Painite. The eternal didn't like it.

Her tone was like that of a disappointed parent. "I want to offer you the opportunity that was not given to me - I will let you go if you turn around and go straight home, considering this whole altercation as a valuable lesson. However, if you continue this charade then I will be forced to do something very unpleasant to you. Do you understand?"

At last, the eternal sighed that defeated sigh that signaled a mother's lesson was lost on her child. A sort of disappointed sigh. She'd hoped her mercy would be rewarded somehow but since when did war reward compassion? It didn't. At least the eternal would be able to explain to Pasiphae (because, no doubt, it would come up) that she offered a way out - the Lieutenant simply didn't take it. "Very well. If someone by the name of Pasiphae starts inquiring about this little altercation, you asked for it."

In the beginning, Kallichore was taught to announce herself, especially if civilians were around. Name recognition may garner positive attention, after all. The practice had long since fallen by the wayside - when the Negaverse attacked, one simply didn't have time for such charades. Maybe one day this Lieutenant would come to know her name. But first, an introduction to her powers were in order. Snaking her free gloved hand up his face, she pressed her palm firmly into his sinuses and seethed through clenched teeth, "Surge of the Maddened."

And suddenly, as quickly as it began, the eternal senshi dropped her target to the ground and took a few steps back. Her power pulsed through his head and eyes from the direct contact, the heated distortion around his face signalling the attack was a success. Now he had thirty seconds to watch his mind regurgitate what it would, and she would have thirty seconds to observe.

Kallichore watched in fascination as the Lieutenant succumbed to the point-blank ******** she subjected him to. He looked at her, peered through her to whatever horror his mind was vomiting for his eyes to see. Slowly did she walk towards him, like a lioness watching her chosen gazelle for she knew a Lieutenant would be rendered nigh useless for at least the first half of her assault. The eternal could only vividly imagine what he could be seeing right now - wild dogs? His family's innards strewn about like holiday garland? A giant whale with machetes for fins? All was in the realm of possibility. A gloved hand came close to brushing his shoulder before the raven-haired man's foot caught the lip of the building and he disappeared.

A sigh. Brown eyes rolled for a moment and she deftly leaped from the roof in one fluid movement, landing next to his comfortable crater in a near instant.

She bent over in a feigned act of mercy to see if he was alright after the impact with concrete. Powered individuals were much hardier, sturdier than your average Joe but that didn't mean slamming into pavement was like belly-flopping onto a cloud. If he wasn't such a raging hemorrhoid of a man, Kallichore might actually have felt sorry for him. But nope. Had to call her a hooker. A whore. She stood up and poked him in the shoulder with the toe of her boot, one of the eyes close to his head. "So... is that enough for you or would you like more, Lieutenant?"

A realm that doesn't exist?

Intriguing.

Kallichore took a few deliberately slow steps towards the prone Lieutenant without any sort of harmful intention. Whether he would know that or not would be anyone's guess - Kallichore was hardly ever friendly looking to the enemy. They called her the Stony Maiden for a reason. "You asked me to, remember?" came an even reply, almost a scolding from a disappointed older sister. "I gave you ample warning and you refused. It's not my fault you saw what your mind wanted you to see. What have you been hiding from, Lieutenant? What sorts of things did your brain show you that your eyes couldn't handle?"

The eternal vaguely remembered one particular corrupted senshi shrieking about an elephant that would later crush a rib or two last time she used her attack, and that was only at Super. If this Lieutenant was that frightened by what he saw, Kallichore was slightly grateful that she chose not to use her most powerful magics. He might not even be here anymore and she couldn't question him. The eternal took a few quick steps forward (deliberately, just to see how he would react) and crouched to get a good look at his feet. She leaned oddly to one side. "Now, Lieutenant, will you listed to me? Are you going to go home? Or do I need to open the gates of hell for you again?"

Kallichore tried so hard not to roll her eyes but couldn't help it. She regarded the Lieutenant with an unimpressed gaze. "Yes, something sent you off the edge of the building. That was gravity, which I had nothing to do with." You were the one break dancing all over the roof before your ceremonious swan dive. "There is a senshi of gravity though and since you seem to have such a hard time with it, I'd suggest avoiding him."

She was taken aback a bit at the parlor tricks dig. Sure, some senshi magic seemed rather weak, silly or overall ineffective. But Kallichore's? If it hit, the eternal was always happy with the result. Hardly a rabbit out of the hat, so to speak. No smoke and mirrors, just blood and monsters.

Hardly a parlor trick.

His offer made her shoulder muscles ease just a fraction. The eternal was forever curious as to what her attack looked like to people she used it on and had experienced it for herself. Damned Alunite. However, near as she could tell, each experience was as unique as the target - there wasn't any uniform description of what was seen or heard or felt. Taking a few steps towards the raven-haired and rather grumpy dance student, Kallichore tilted her head with a smile. "Zinkenite and Benitoite should know me rather well. Benitoite seems to have a severe aversion to spiders. He kept screaming about them." Tapping her chin with a gloved hand, she continued. "I'm Kallichore. And you? What is your name, Lieutenant?"

The Eternal rolled her eyes at the threat. This Lieutenant thought himself much too big for his britches and that sort of attitude annoyed the piss out of her. "You'll never realize just how many times I've been threatened with death by the Negaverse and yet..." She raised her arms, exposing her chest and abdomen. "Clearly I'm still around. What makes you think you can finish the job better than your General-Kings?" The Senshi of Madness lost count of how many death threats she'd received over the years, and by whom. Ares was the only one who threatened a kind of death that outlasted all others and thankfully, the Borg Queen b***h seemed to have stalled in her forced corruption of other senshi.

And then he had the audacity to threaten rape and turn around to go home.

Kallichore ground her teeth as soon as he turned around. Ego pissed her off more than threats, more than idiocy. With his back turned (and knowing that Pasiphae wasn't watching), the Eternal closed the gap between them in the blink of an eye, taking up the lieutenant by fistfuls of his overcoat. The building next to them seemed like a great place to put him, and so she did. One swift movement and the raven-haired loudmouth was slapped up against brick and mortar with a generous amount of force. A punch to the head sent him back down to the ground where Kallichore gladly, perhaps even gleefully, stomped on his back once.

"Don't get raped on your way home, little boy." came a forced, sickeningly-sweet retort and the eternal giggled - something she never did. Within another blink, she was gone, returning to her patrol starting with the building across the street.