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Osumilite was a genius, near as Carnelian could tell. The invitation was for an interview set to air across Destiny City. The idea was to get some positive PR going for the people who were actively trying to save the city against the hellish terrorist hordes. Carnelian would have wanted nothing more than to assist in this matter. Donning his powered persona, the redhead wove his way through the ghosts of buildings and city streets to that fateful floor.

The sight that greeted him wasn't too much at odds with the invitation. There was a card table, two chairs, sparse food and drink, some lights and... something decidedly smelly in the corner. Something shining was lodged in its shoulder. It felt... youma. Carnelian's skin started to crawl. Despite him being a senshi of the Negaverse, one infused with the energies of Chaos, youma still gave him the creeps. Even if they were on the same side, the monsters that resided in the Rift still thought of him as a tasty snack.

Just a snack wrapped in black instead of white.

The corrupted senshi swallowed the lump in his throat and took a seat, crossing one leg elegantly over the other. He'd seen Negaverse officers commanding their own youma and he sincerely hoped this one was under the command of someone friendly. It stared at him with unblinking eyes and it made the redhead rather nervous.

The super felt a little better once Tag Swagger, the famed Tag Swagger, had appeared. He still pulled his jacket a little closer once the youma started creepily grunting at him. Carnelian had yet to meet a friendly, or even semi-friendly youma. The super gratefully stood up to shack hands with the blonde when prompted.

"Yes, I came of my own accord. I wanted to help as best I could." explained the senshi, a sideways glance paid to the smelly, sopping zombie of a man standing in the corner. "But does... he... have to be here? He's giving me the creeps."

Sitting back down, the senshi straightened out his jacket. He wanted to look his best for the camera, even if the camera was attached to a rotting husk.

Carnelian cleared his throat and preoccupied his hands with straightening up his attire. "Ah, yes. Zombie. Always-watching... nothing to be afraid of."

Riiiiiiiiight.

The super senshi shook his head. Best to be over with this now and teleport away from the horrifying freak show nightmare fuel cameraman holy god what else was wrong with this picture. He had better calm down or he might start sweating. The camera already added ten pounds, didn't it? Sweat would make the senshi look unkempt and greasy. Ugh.

"Yes, Captain. I'm ready whenever you are."

Carnelian cleared his throat knowing full well this moment in the interview would come, but that knowledge did nothing to stem his nervousness. The zombie cameraman didn't help at all either.

Start at the beginning. he told himself.

"I'm Super Sailor Carnelian." began the redhead, placing a hand on his chest not only to refer to himself, but to cover the hole where his starseed shone through his body. No doubt that would disturb some viewers. "I am a senshi but I was very lucky. I was reformed in the very beginning before I had the opportunity to stumble into a life of crime even before I knew it. I feel very privileged to be working on the citizen's side.

My girlfriend and I were having dinner at a nice restaurant downtown when we saw a senshi, one of the terrorists, assaulting a young woman. In plain view of everyone!" Carnelian didn't bother to blunt any of his disgust for the memory. It was the whole reason he was sitting in that chair opposite Tag Swagger in the first place. "My girlfriend and I went outside to try to stop him but nothing we did worked - he just laughed at us. I couldn't believe it."

Smoothing out his hair, the super senshi sighed, regaining his composure. "It was then that we were told we had the power to stop him, and we did. Now Euclase and I work to keep all the citizens of Destiny City safe. The White Moon senshi have had run of this city for far too long."

The redhead blinked and nodded, nervous. He'd never been on a television interview and simply knowing and recognizing Tag from the evening news made things a little awkward. It was like being in the presence of a local celebrity.

Who was he kidding? He was in the presence of a local celebrity, one who needed his help to perpetuate the protection the Negaverse sought to bestow upon the population of Destiny City.

Taking in a breath, Carnelian continued. "Yes, the senshi very nearly came for my girlfriend and I as well. But then, these two people from the Negaverse came and gave us the power to fight back." Raking a hand through his hair, Carnelian thought about how to sum up what he felt about the White Moon and what they represented.

"They," came the start and Carnelian reached up to chew on his thumb nail for a moment. "...they want power, they want oppression. As far as I've experienced, all they seem to want is slavery." Green eyes narrowed simply thinking about what the filthy senshi of the White Moon would do to the innocents of Earth. "They talk about some alien queen, one who will descend upon the Earth in some kind of hellish ceremony. They want everyone on Earth to bow to this woman. The White Moon senshi, the terrorists who wear white, they seem to be this queen's minions or something. From what I've been able to find out from talking to them, they want to get rid of the opposition - us."

Hand to his chest again, Carnelian's brow furrowed in anger. "I feel blessed to be free from their propaganda. I'm one of the senshi who escaped. There aren't many of us, yet, but slowly we're working to show them what they're doing is wrong. How their powers and their battles with us have been destroying Destiny City. I'm sure the people out there know someone whose house has been leveled or their business has been damaged, or maybe they themselves have suffered because of the terrorists' carelessness..."

"That is what I am working to stop."

The super senshi had to think about his answer for a moment.

"What makes our group more capable than the police?" he repeated simply to clarify. "People with superpowers need to be fought by responsible people with super powers. People who aren't interested in slavery but rather liberation. The police would be sitting ducks - they simply aren't equipped to handle this problem. I absolutely respect the dedicated men and women of the Destiny City police force but I wouldn't want them to lose their lives in a fight they may not be able to win."

Clearing his throat, he continued. "We're like the police for the terrorists. We're the responsible ones, the ones without any sort of agenda other than freedom. We run patrols at night to keep the people safe while they sleep. Night is when the terrorists are out in full force and that's when we can put a stop to their tyranny." Forming a fist, Carnelian punched it into his other open hand. "We do the best that we can as often as we can. I think it would be wonderful of the public to put their trust in the Negaverse but I certainly wouldn't want to force people to do so. The public should make their own decisions on an individual level."

"While that happens, I'll keep trying my best out there."