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Homeless man or an unsightly neighbor? Caleb wasn't sure who the man was on the other side of the peephole. Part of his was nervous, thinking opening the door would either lead to some kind of robbery, assault, or a terrible smell. With a sigh and against his better judgment, the redhead opened the door to see what the shaggy young man on the other side of the door wanted.

If it was alcohol, Caleb was fresh out.

Opening the door, Caleb was relieved to not be assaulted physically or nasally. Smelled like this young man bathed. Points for him. "Ah, can I help you?" Maybe he car broke down somewhere on street level and he didn't have a cellphone. Or maybe he was a neighbor whose power was out. Maybe he needed to borrow some sugar? Whatever he wanted, Caleb made sure to keep the door only half open until he ascertained what the young man's purpose for being at his door was.

Why did he know my name? Is he a customer? No, he can't be a customer. I don't tell people where I live and if he doesn't know my name, that would explain why I don't recognize him.

Caleb likely looked plainly worried by this turn of events. Do I need my taser?

The white-haired man had candy but Caleb didn't know where the van was. "Ah... yes. If you're here for an appointment, you should really check in with the salon itself. I don't take clients in my home." He glanced down the hallway now, wondering if he should grab his cellphone at some point to call the cops, just in case. "My sisters would be happy to help you. But you know my name and I don't know yours. Do I know you?"

The other kind of work.

Caleb blinked. "Oh! Yes well... please, come inside." For a moment, the redhead felt utterly embarrassed for not realizing who he was speaking to. Of course, the glamour of powering up hid the civilian identity and replaced it with something else. That was why Caleb didn't recognize who he was speaking to. But if Ever Ambrodiel lived with Zac, he must be alright.

The innards of the apartment were sterile, clean and rather dull. Unassuming neutrals covered much of the space, the entry hall leading into a living room featuring a couch, love-seat and glass coffee table with a small television. The kitchen was off to the right and it was small, but functional. "Is there anything I can get for you, Ever? Coffee? Tea? Are you hungry?" Caleb's current outfit matched the decor, white button up shirt and jeans. Nothing too out of the ordinary. "And, if you don't mind me asking," He checked to see if the door was fully closed. Sensitive matters and all. "...just who am I addressing? With regards to the other work, that is."

The redhead lifted an eyebrow at the gummy bears. Bribery, perhaps? But for what? "Oh, thank you, General." he replied, a slight bow of the head out of respect. Caleb disappeared into the kitchen after gesturing to the couch as an offering to Ever to sit down and make himself comfortable. He was a General and Caleb's commanding officer, technically.

The music of ceramic clinking together. Cabinets opening and closing. The sound of the microwave running. It was much faster than waiting for water to boil. Once requested tea was prepared (Earl Grey, hopefully Ever liked that kind), Caleb brought out a teacup and saucer for the white haired young man. "What brings you to my door? Is there a mission? I'm afraid I don't have much to report. I gave all the information I have so far in last week's report."

Sitting on the chair perpendicular to Ever, Caleb leaned back and listened.

The redhead's shoulders sagged a bit. "I'm afraid not." he admitted after a moment of silence. "Nothing beyond your name and rank, your branch, and that you live with Zac. He's my half-brother through a deadbeat father. Other than that, I know next to nothing about you."

Caleb nodded to himself, as if affirming a thought that had been tumbling around in his head. "Truthfully, I sometimes find it difficult to get to know Negaverse officers. There seems to be a prevailing sense of distrust from Officer to Senshi and I'm not quite sure why. Needless to say, I try. I know Benitoite, Leucite and a handful of others. Nothing deep or, as you say, philosophical, but it's a start." Certainly better than nothing despite the fact that I have being a senshi working against me from the get-go.

"Why do you ask? Not that I mind it, of course."

Caleb let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Respect, is all. Even if you and I were of the same rank in a sense, I'd still salute you. That's how some of the officers treat us; same sort of rank but just a step lower."

And obviously it wasn't their fault.

He shook his head, shoulders slumping as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I'm afraid I don't know what the Blood Moon is. Or was. I've heard whisperings of it but there aren't many people willing to divulge a great deal of information to us." Would Ever want to explain? Truthfully, the white-haired man was one of the friendliest, or rather, most sympathetic, to the Negaverse Senshi. Why was that? Was this prejudice simply something that became perpetuated with each incoming rank of officers?

The shock in his face was fairly evident. "....what?"

Why hadn't anyone told him this before?!

"Is this why the Negaverse doesn't trust us?" Arms stretched out to Ever like a child pleading for reassurance. "Even if we were awakened after all that happened? Don't get me wrong, I will mourn for everyone caught up in that... horrible time even if I wasn't there. But... doesn't it seem unfair to you to lump us all in with those horrible senshi? Euclase and I, and Vespa as well, we were never a part of that. We awakened with you, with the Negaverse." There was never any other history for them - they hadn't made the decision to leave the side of evil to join the ranks of the righteous. Perhaps, if they had, they would be trusted more than they were now? Or perhaps even less?

Ever's next suggestion struck an odd chord in Caleb's chest. One he didn't know he had. "...give up... my star?" came a parroted reply. The redhead chuckled nervously, shaking his head as though thoroughly ashamed of himself. "I'm afraid, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't know where to begin." The young man leaned back, no, more slumped into the back of his chair. "I don't know what my star even is. I can't give up something I don't have possession of and I wouldn't even know how to go about finding out in the first place..."