If he could be grateful of anything about his... well, uniform, it was that it was a pair of full pants and a long-sleeved jacket. The material was heavy enough to keep him warm, but he didn't feel especially hindered by the weight. Still, it was only the beginning of Autumn.
Somehow, he didn't think his uniform would be gaining any extra layers as the snow hit. Great. He'd probably have to figure out how to get a good jacket to put over all this...
The teenager kept to the alleyways and, if he really had to, the sidewalks filled with as few people as possible. The neighborhoods he frequented were those already familiar to him. The people around there tend to carry knives, maybe worse if he was stupid enough to cross paths with the wrong crowd. He paused behind a row of commercial buildings, each closed for the night and the gleam of streetlights still glaring through the alleyways between them. They called the wooden "swords" weapons. The lieutenant gave a snort, pretty sure he'd seen ten year olds with more destructive weapons.
He moved on, the heavy combat boots giving him little trouble as he passed fast food filled dumpsters and others filled with God knows what sort of contents. It was just a few weeks ago a body had been found around here. News didn't say what sort of injuries the person had had, but he'd wondered. Too many disappearances suddenly made sense, too many deaths could suddenly be explained.
How many could be blamed directly on senshi, or senshi magic?
That was certainly a question he was keen to look into. As he slipped between two of the closed buildings, he mused Illian would likely be curious about the same. Could probably ask Buddingtonite what he knew, or what sort of access they could have to anything the Negaverse knew...
For some reason, he could have sworn they had various databases. Trying to remember where he'd heard that began to take over his perceptions, ignoring where he was walking beyond making sure he wasn't walking right into the street.
Orangeish Sherbert
