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Kallichore wasn't sure how to feel.

On the one hand, she beheld a Lieutenant, shorter than she and lacking in the pants department. This girl, brunette, was likely very new given her station but Kallichore knew better than to assume such things. The eternal senshi didn't approach the girl without probable cause and instead hung back and watched from the lip of a rooftop several buildings behind her. The lieutenant's signature had stuck out in the night, for Kallichore had not run into many Captains or Lieutenants lately. Maybe there was a Negaverse PR recruiting event and their numbers had swelled? She certainly hoped not.

The eternal was debating her options: approach and possibly speak to the Lieutenant, see where the brunette had stood and just how much information she was given at the time of her recruitment; wait and see if the Lieutenant breaks the law or assaults someone and intervene or stay back like a creep and watch... like a creep.

Kallichore was good at being a creep, which was something she realized very early on in her career.

Smart, smart enough to know how to scan, which bodes well and for ill for the Lieutenant. Once the young lady started to move and pulled that cloak over her head, Kallichore stood up, knowing full well she'd been spotted. The eternal senshi had a spot of pride for the young lady, feeling more than seeing as she darted from place to place. If it was a fight she was looking for, Kallichore would oblige, but was not out for blood.

The eternal approached the Lieutenant, making her movements obvious, sticking to areas of the rooftops that were well-lit. Kallichore couldn't see what weapon the Lieutenant might have been packing, but it was always safe to assume it was something particularly unpleasant. Power distinctions aside, better safe than sorry. If worse came to worse, Kallichore was exceedingly better at retreating, especially if this Lieutenant had the higher-ups on speed dial.

The senshi stopped roughly one roof away, watching. "Is there something you'd like to say, Lieutenant? I just came to talk, nothing else."

Kallichore was appreciative of the Lieutenant's honesty. "No. Like I said, I'm not interested in harming you. Even if I were one rank lower, I'd still not be interested in a fight, or in chasing you." Not like that would make you feel any better, I think. And Kallichore was certain the Lieutenant knew that, if she wanted to, the eternal senshi could easily track her down again. Such were the perks of being a veteran in the war, so to speak.

The eternal senshi did note her lack of pants and shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest. "I've seen worse, trust me. There are senshi without skirts running around, so your wardrobe should be the least of anyone's concerns..." She bent over slightly at the waist and gestured to her own outfit. "I mean, look at all of this." Belts upon belts that didn't hold in or hold up anything in particular, more like they were simply meant to be decorative and/or annoying depending on who asked. "You should have seen me at super. I looked like I picked a fight with a wood chipper and lost." Kallichore chuckled quietly. It was her attempt at humor.

The eternal upgrade was a step up in the wardrobe department for certain.

"But before we talk, I should introduce myself. I'm Eternal Sailor Kallichore, Senshi of Madness. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" she asked, tilting her head slightly in respect to Piemontite. "The reason why I wanted to speak with you is that I was interested in your reasoning for joining the war and whether or not you know what your superiors have been up to in the meantime." Not that I expect you to believe me, but one has to start somewhere. "Would you indulge me?"

The eternal senshi tapped her chin with a gloved finger. "If you get any less clothed, I'd worry about you catching cold." Attracting the 'wrong' sort of attention was all about perspective. Lieutenant Piemontite seemed to be a very self-aware, confident young woman. If Pie ever saw Kallichore out of uniform, the brunette would be severely disappointed in the senshi's discomfort while being in mundane form. "The Cosmic Tailor seems to know what he or she is doing, for the most part, but I do question some of their decisions..."

I was under the impression some people would help me pursue some interests I have. I really don't care about any of it.

Kallichore visibly frowned at this, her brows furrowing in concern. "...they didn't even tell you what the purpose of joining the war was? Well... that doesn't really surprise me." She turned away for a moment, clasping her hands behind her back and she stood sharply against the night sky backdrop. "So they enlist you under false pretenses without telling you that, by powering up to pursue these," air quotes, "other interests, you're essentially carrying a giant neon sign above your head just asking for someone less pleasant than I to come calling. That doesn't seem very fair to me."

She turned back to Pie and sighed as if to scorn the Negaverse officers who so blatantly omitted the truth just to swell their ranks. "That's how I found you - I felt the energy, I knew you were just starting out. Anyone else can do that too. You're actually much safer as a civilian... even if you don't want to be involved in the war, you proclaim yourself a soldier when you become Piemontite. Did they explain that to you?" Honestly, Kallichore felt pretty bad for Piemontite, even if her other interests weren't legal or even ethical - a life was a life.

"Sadly, Piemontite," replied the eternal, for she felt some camaraderie with someone who had been falsely informed, "you're someone's peon whether you like it or not, three tiers up. There are Captains above you, Generals above them and General-Kings and -Queens above all the rest. Whether or not you'll be punished for insubordination the moment you decide not to pursue an order... I can't say." While she'd met a few somewhat pleasant Negaverse agents, they were mythical unicorns - very few and very far between.

"From what I understand, the Negaverse doesn't tolerate free thinking."

Kallichore turned at the waist and to her left, using a few fingers to lightly tug at the white wings that sat at the small of her back. They were more decorative than anything else. "Let's see... three years. A little more than three years, if my math is right. I've been at this a long time, Lieutenant." With a curt nod to herself, she crossed her arms. "I've been actively pursuing, for lack of a better way to phrase it, what the everliving hell is going on. I've seen too many people die or lose their minds because of this war and I'd like it to stop."

So many sailors and not enough ships. Kallichore had to honestly chuckle at that. "You know... I never really wondered why we were called Sailors without having any ships. It's the collar." Kallichore lifted her own shredded and small crimson collar. "It's this, that's as far as I know."

She raked a hand through her hair, tying away some loose strands. "So I'm offering you something I've never offered an agent before. You're free to pick my brain if you want since I've been involved in this nonsense for so long. I'll have you know I don't attack any Negaverse agents without probable cause, but if I see you or any of your Negaverse allies breaking the law or pulling a starseed, I will intervene. And starseeds are people's souls, by the way. You may be asked to snatch them right out of someone's mother's chest one day and I sincerely hope you refuse." That last statement could be taken as advice or a thinly-veiled threat; it all depended on perspective.

"Illegal as in..." Kallichore looked confused for a moment, wondering if this Lieutenant was just baiting her or was genuinely unsure. "Breaking and entering, assault, theft, murder. Anything the police would arrest you for. Personally, I don't care if you tag places with spraypaint or snatch an orange to munch on but if you start assaulting the general populace, I will intervene. Despite what your higher-ups may tell you, Sailor Senshi are not interested in harming the citizens of the city. We're interested in stopping the people who are.

And, by and large, Kallichore was correct in assuming the overall goal of the Sailor faction. She was confident that, if polled, most senshi would answer the same way she did.

Pie proved herself mischievous in every sense of the word when she insinuated getting Kallichore's unfavorable attention on purpose. The eternal clicked her heels once. Either she was terrible at this whole public relations thing or Pie was going to grow up to be a severe troublemaker in the future. Perhaps even more so when she rose in the ranks. "Trust me, you don't want that kind of attention from me." She cracked her knuckles and then crossed her arms again.

"Just keep in mind that while you're in your Lieutenant form, anyone else with powers can find you, Piemontite."