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He had a notebook in hand, mundane really, the black and white ‘marbled’ cover familiar from almost anyone’s days of schooling, or any other number of tasks that might be completed over the faded blue lines and cheep paper. The booklet snapped shut with a small ‘clap’ of air as he pulled the pen away, again, mundane… bic with a neat blue cap that he stuffed the small brassy tip back into before hooking the prong over his notebook.

He turned towards her with the casual air of a stretching cat, but his eyes were the part that showed that light, predatory glint.

“Super.” He mused, glancing you overhead to foot. “And yet, you approach, and have done so alone.”
A statement of the obvious perhaps, but perhaps more than that, a last chance to get away, or just more ‘notes’ done by voice rather than hand?

“Is this a misguided hope for revenge, part of some bait to lure me somewhere or did you have a purpose approaching me so boldly?”

He laughed, tipping his chin up for a moment. “No one at all?” He mused and tilted his head slightly , eyeing her as though he was searching for something in her face or bearing.

“Not even one of your Order ‘Royalty?’

He rolled the r slightly when he mentioned the order Royalty, a sort of small amusement there. “Or have you simply not met them?” He brushed a finger over his chin, probably his lips as well, despite the mask that obscured a large portion of his features.


“Curious to meet you Sailor Persephone, I see your name is at least somewhat indicative of a tie to Pomegranates, is that… what you represent?”

He gave a clipped laugh. “Something like it I suppose, I am General-King in Rank.”
“The prefix makes a difference to me, it makes it different from simply calling ourselves prince, or princess. Though your own feelings on the matter will obviously come into play.”

He shifted his footing, eyeing you still, “Mm… Interesting sphere. I have a hard time imagining what you could do with it I admit, though I’ve seen some rather creative… expounding on the roots of a senshi’s power source. Should I be worried that I’ll be dragged into some rift like you’d be trying to pull me to hades?”

“Oh?” He tipped his head. “Well, then I suppose there is no true harm in talking to you for a while.” There was a warm tone in his voice, or amused.

“So… how exactly does…” He brushed off the edge of the roof and sat down, all casual and friendly.

“A…pomegranate, support. Pardon me for asking but, I do find the nature of senshi so curious.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Thank you, I have nothing to heal anyhow and to be honest, I’d rather you not try and –do- me an injury in order to prove myself.”

There was a droll tone in his voice. “I talk with a surprising number of you actually, and they have walked away safe again, are you still so worried? Or do you think my words will kill you?”

“I’ve seen order senshi torture Negaverse officers, including Generals, kill a General king, feed their toes to…rats, kill them with some flying glass spell, a maze that tried to kill us, wheat that tore one of my lieutenants hands open. Men who changed into burning leopards who tore my shoulders open and then burned the bleeding results. I think we all have reasons to –fear- so long as we choose to fight. The difference is, the whole of the Negaverse banded together to find our missing officers.

“So…yes, I could say we definitely ‘have our s**t together’.” He rolled his shoulders in a small shrug.

“Oh we are human enough, there are bickering’s, but, over all most of us can manage to be both civil and respectful.”

He smiled, a small thing but authentic. “I’m sorry to hear about the Cat, I wonder sometimes if they aren’t as wet behind the ears as so many senshi around here. When I find a senshi…first, I still have to call a cat as well. I can only name officers with any authority to speak of.