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One perk to being powered was that physical feats deemed impossible for mundane folk were made much more probable. Kallichore had not found anything of note on her random, meandering patrol in the upper-class neighborhood where she now hid. There weren't any Chaos signatures exploding on her radar, not even youma. However, a group of teenage boys, maybe averaging fifteen or sixteen, had caught her eye in the meantime. There were six of them and, knowing school was out for the summer, this kind of late night congregation couldn't be good. One boy of average height and size carried a bat while two of the others, taller, chatted between them while checking their phones.

Kallichore made sure to hide in the shadows, holding the various belts and buckles of her uniform to keep as silent as possible. She overheard discussion of "bee-an-eee', which meant breaking-and-entering, possibly as part of an initiation or out of sheer boredom. None of the six looked particularly underprivileged, three sporting brand new tennis shoes. While Kallichore didn't know much about footwear or fashion in general, kids on the poorer end of the income brackets generally didn't receive blinding white sneakers.

If it were all talk and no action, Kallichore would have been happy to simply startle them and send them packing. However, since nothing had happened yet (and she was still well aware of the possibility), the eternal senshi perched gargoyle-style behind a brick chimney, just waiting.

What the hell is this guy up to...? thought Kallichore, standing up from her crouched position. She knew full well she was spotted and decided it wasn't at all worth hiding. The eternal stepped out and into plain view, casting a glare down at Tantalus.

The miscreants were understandably startled - they had no idea where these two lunatics in silly outfits had come from. They were busy thinking up the best ways to make a little cash and suddenly Puffy Pants and Red Slut decided to rain on their party. Among jeers directed at Tantalus' quite lovely figure, one of the kids with the baseball bat stepped forward as if to fight the Dark Mirror. He had no idea what he was getting into. "Ey there, Puffy Stuff. You lookin' for a good time? You better back off. You 'n your girlfrien' ain't got no business here. You got it?"

Kallichore found herself in an odd spot, morally-speaking. On the one hand, if Tantalus was attacked and he defended himself, she would understand the need. Would he knock them out? Drain them? Would she attack him for that? ...now she wasn't so sure. Stopping a crime was commendable but attacking bad civilians...? The eternal senshi stayed put, watching.

"Just what the ******** are these?!" came the cries of alarm, causing Kallichore's brow to furrow. The Super hadn't been attacked. Threatened, yes, but even a base level Senshi of either side would easily outclass any civilian. These guys were no threat at all to Tantalus, so why drain them? The thugs attacked by the wraiths were succumbing to sudden drowsiness but few remained alert enough to be alarmed. "What the hell did you do to us!?"

One thug, armed with the baseball bat, was offended and terrified enough to grunt and take a swing at Tantalus. Kallichore suspected an all-out fight (which would be one-sided entirely, but that wasn't the point) and leaped from her rooftop perch to disable the thug by landing on his shoulders. He went down shortly thereafter from a combination of velocity and sudden wait. The Eternal stood and looked to Tantalus for his next move. "They pose no threat to you. If you just knock them out, there won't be any harm done here. Why are you draining them?"

Certainly, draining a mugger or miscreant was, theoretically, better than draining an innocent child or soccer mom, but what was the point of draining them at all?

Kallichore easily dodged another incoming attack but most of the thugs' focus was on Tantalus, whom they thought had "started s**t". One of the boys laid down to sleep and began to drool on the pavement while the others' movements were becoming slower with each passing minute. Several "******** you"s and "eat s**t"s were hurled uselessly in Tantalus' direction. Coupled by their complete inability to do harm, the thugs looked like children trying to assault an adult. It was rather pathetic.

Kallichore did concede that knocking the thugs out by draining their energy was a more humane and effective way than to beat them senseless. Still, it didn't sit right with her. Why did so many agents of Chaos harvest energy? What purpose did that serve? Tantalus mentioned a calling higher than you'll ever have, but it was deliciously ambiguous and that annoyed the eternal.

As thugs began to drop like flies, Kallichore wove herself between their bodies as gravity took over. She wouldn't catch them (for they threatened assault among other things) but she did still feel a pang of regret. She had bigger fish to interrogate, however. Closing the distance between herself and Tantalus, the eternal couldn't help but wonder what this boy's sphere was and if getting into such close proximity to him would pose a problem. With the thugs out of the way, the real conversation could begin.

"Why are you draining energy, Sailor...?" She trailed off. Kallichore was well aware he was a Dark Mirror Super. He wasn't a part of the Blood Moon Court, not that she remembered, anyway. Was he baptized from birth into the mirror, or corrupted over time? He probably wouldn't answer that, even if asked. "Does Ares have problems getting out of bed these days and she needs all of you workers to gather her up some caffeine?"