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Hope was a fickle thing. So easily born, so easily crushed. The darkness that moved in the distance was not a friend, not to anyone within the self deluded white court. She was a hunter, a predator that prowled the cool evening air for anything that dared shine too brightly in the night. Stars-- Gutter trash, as someone had so fondly labeled them. Xenotime was inclined to agree.

She moved through the soft, star brightened darkness along the iron rail of the tracks, heels clicking with each rolled step until she came upon the senshi.

A pretty thing with violet and magenta curls and more ruffles and lace then the captain had ever seen on a single person. It had a brow arching as she took in the full taffeta folds of the fuku before she rolled her eyes up to her face, and-- Oh! Where those tears? "Why do you cry so," she purred out, breaking the silence that had fallen as the crickets had quieted at her approach. "Is it fear? Are you afraid, little Senshi?" She should be.

Hood up, Xenotime's pale face hovered in a pocket of darkness, and a trick of the shadows had cast one silver eye in blackness. Her smile was bright, almost friendly, if not for the coldness that chilled steel grey.

There came a nod in answer, but as Xenotime looked down into that tear stained face she was disappointed to find bright eyes free of such a burden.

And then something strange happened. The girl jumped to her feet, gushing an enthusiastic greeting, before rushing in and throwing her arms around the captain in a hug. Xenotime was prepared for many things, but not this. Tension sang through that muscle kissed frame, and her hands were upon the senshi, gripping her arms, before that cheerful, naive bid for friendship made her stop. Not because Medea's wiles thawed that chilly heart, but because she could use this.

Cool fingers slide down Medea's arms, and as hand settled at the small of her back the other came up to stroke through those bi-colored curls. Petting her as she hummed a soothing note of comfort, as if she might treat a whining dog. "Oh, sweet girl." Sugar dripped from her tone like acid.

She held the senshi to her, trailed fingers through her hair, and let her voice, her words, her body all lie for her, but her eyes. Those twin silver portals, stayed icy and hard.

Nails tickled against her scalp at the back of her head, a cruel disguise of her true intentions. "No.. Foolish girl."

Her fingers closed in a handful of those pretty girls, and she peeled the girl back and away from her, jerking her head down until she either bent or dropped to her knees to keep Xenotime from tearing the hair out at the roots.

The girl dropped, as Xenotime had known she would, and with that sweet cry of agony came a satisfying grin before she was bending over to place her own face level with Medea's. "Stop? Now why would I do anything like that? Have you not been paying attention, girl? This is a war." She sounded so calm, so terribly friendly as she cooed these hard truths to the senshi she was holding.

She came closer, and full, painted lips ghosted along her cheek before Xenotime was harshly shoving her away, discarding her. "Stop you're crying, tears are useless." The kindness from a moment before was gone, replaced by a harsh bark of laughter and an edge to her voice that promised pain.

Cool eyes regarded the fallen senshi, and she wondered, not for the first time, what the white moon thought they were doing recruiting such brittle fools into their ranks. It disgusted her, and she turned sharply to plant the top of her boot into Medea's lovely face.

Setting her foot down lightly, Xenotime watched as the senshi curled in upon herself, tears mingling with the blood that was flowing from a nose that was, if not broken, then very bruised. It should have been satisfying, but the captain stared down at the scene and the cruel smile she'd been wearing slowly melted away as that soft voice floated up to her.

She didn't want a useless, weak opponent that did nothing but lie there until fatigue would force her to stop. There was nothing sporting about that, but even worse, there would be no excitement, no thrill of battle. Xenotime stared down at the girl as she gave her gentle promise, and her lip curled. She felt robbed, and that would make this all the worst for the senshi of enchantment.

"Get up!" Whatever semblance of kindness, real of feigned had washed away on that tide of disappointment, and she stalked forward to grab Medea by the arm so she could haul her back to her feet. Her free hand shot to the girl's chin, and thin fingers curled around her jaw, pressing, squeezing until she could elicit a sound from her uncooperative prey. "Are you really so worthless?"

"No?" It was short, quiet, almost clipped as she stared down at the young lady. No. She wouldn't fight. She wouldn't give Xenotime anything.

Again the captain's lip curled, and she dug her fingers into Medea's jaw as she dared dribble out some bullshit about sadness. Xe didn't care if she was sad, it did nothing for her. She wanted fear, she wanted a struggle, she was getting nothing.

Finally, voice breaking in a frustrated howl, she dropped her hand from that pretty, blood drenched face. "Bad choice," she hissed, bangs flying as she drew back and turned to that frail little arm in against her side before with out so much as a warning driving her base of her elbow downward with enough force to snap bone.

She then released the other girl, let her fall back so she could cradle the injury and weep useless at her feet, and she gave nothing back but cold, pitiless eyes. Usually she made sure her opponents were well aware of her name before she was done with them, but looking down at Medea she was hesitant. She hadn't earned it, she had been a waste, a disappointment.

Not even that... Not even breaking the girls arm, could draw out a reaction worth taking in. The tears were nice, but they had been predictable, but along with the pain and the tears came words of gratitude.

That was the straw that would break whatever remnants of calm Xenotime clung to shattered with those two, unexpected words.

Her foot came up again, and she slammed her boot into that poor girls head.

Then she walked away, down the tracks, breath coming in fast, angry pants before she simply disappeared, teleporting into the night.