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It was, perhaps, still too early to be transformed. To be out in the city and projecting aura and danger. It was dangerous with what remained of his wounds, even life-threatening if a blow landed to the right place.

It was too much to swallow to think of having the power to act and not do even a minimum to try to save lives.

He felt the aura nearing, but he could no more leave a job unfinished than he could not power up. He had the Youma at mercy, it had to be ended. That task let the aura, unmistakably Negaverse and a General, near enough to make the back of his neck crawl. He looked around from the ashes of his erstwhile foe into the streets and on top of the nearest buildings. It is only one. I'm not set upon yet.

There-

A cloaked, masked figure stepping out. It was an innocuous approach, either supremely self confident or seeking neutrality. The mask was an odd touch- was it usual to this one's uniform?

"Declare yourself, General."

"We can all sense each other's auras and power levels. There might be a cat near, or a device altering yours." He offered, but he was unconvinced. The letters given in place of a name felt equal parts unusual and pointless. What was 'WP' even supposed to stand for?

PJ & TJ were common enough names that had been derived of just letters. It was also fair to consider it as similar in origin to the S of Ulysses S. Grant or Harry Truman's non-name-initial. Or it was just a pseudonym chosen entirely for anonymity. The mental exercise was not lengthy nor engrossing, and that conclusion reached in seconds. "Come no closer."

Thraen shifted, his stance balanced for action- flight or fight still undetermined. "Your weapon is absent, but your hands are dangerous enough on their own. "

"What do you want? You have my attention."

The Super Senshi of Gardens relaxed only marginally when the other sat, scanning the area around them for secondary ambush before putting his good hand on his hip. The other, still to be mending, he left brushing his thigh in extension.

"Thieves and deceivers, equally pregnant with the leeching of chaos. Enemies. They will be reformed, shackled or buried. Most likely the latter most of those options."

Thraen arched an eyebrow, looking at the sitting figure for a moment before offering any comment at all. "I appreciate..... the redaction. "
I don't even. No. Just no.

"The root of rue lies in the lost assets soiled by chaos. Yet falsehood now doth flow, and few my faith in any hands beyond my own. Tell me...untried cloak and cloud of 'joy'...why should I trust you?"
"I do not pretend myself so important to be the subject of an sought ambush, yet I can neither erase the possibility. Is there word or assurance you can offer that prove you aren't just trying to lay a trap for whatever poor sots follow your pied piping? "

The sitting now was one thing, and a trick may take some time and effort to lay that was paid off well in the springing. Ultimately, he didn't expect any proof to be able to be offered- an alliance of enemies against a common foe between them was always tenuous. Always on faith. "How many do you have to your banner?"

And for what reason could chaos have to kill chaos? The word itself implies no inherent loyalty to its own- it should, have no loyalty or even sense of self preservation as an idea. Chaos is Chaos. Fool totality. If the Mirror Court were destroyed...is it worth it? How much does it draw from the strength of the Negaverse for chaos to be divided between them? Is it worse to have them both, or to kill one and the other gain that freedom? Does it weigh more or less in the favor of our meager efforts to have this second front removed at the threat of the stronger Negaverse? I think it does. Too many chances and too many reasons, crooked tongues to hook the garish, unwary youth.

Was it more believable, the answer matching the suspicion?

The believability matters little. Do I have the courage to face the risk, and is the risk worth it? Who strikes strongly enough may not have to levy a second blow.

Yes and yes. None of the Dark Mirror have seen my magic. I don't expect word has gotten around.

"A well laid strategy, the right combinations of magic and weapons, and we may not need a large force. Together then. I will join this effort. "


At WP's intimations of his talking to any authorities Thraen guffawed. "I have no such clout or connections. You mistake greatly who or what I am in the so called 'White Moon'. When and where do I meet with this effort to end the Dark Mirror? You have my hand to you aims, for what its worth."

The decision was already made, and like a trellis set to a climbing rose, Thraen did not mince in following the path he'd set himself. He crossed the distance between without hesitation to take the phone. "Already noted, 'WP'. "

"I look forward to hearing from you."

And what other powers are willing to cover play this new game....weighing politic and strategy for treaties and the better good? Who else sees threat for what it is? I wonder if the names will come to mean much, or if we all go to graves side by side, unlikely bedmates of a tomb.