[Copied from Google Docs. Purple is Witherite/Kao, Blue is Cor Caroli/me.]

Witherite was patrolling again tonight and felt he was doing a better job of it of late. Mostly because he felt slightly less like he was going to have his a** handed to him. If he did, he’d go to Beni and be like this training thing, its so slow. More because he like pestered the man than anything else. He was a bit of an a** and while he wasn’t mad anymore about being dragged into the negaverse, that didn’t mean he could take the piss out of Beni. That and he wanted to bug Katya a bit.

He wasn’t anywhere special, tonight, just on the outskirts of the shopping district. There was less people wondering about here, but also less chance he would be caught if grabbed one or two to drain.

Currently he was flirting with with what he thought was a college freshman on something and he was determined to drain her. She was close and apparently rather stupid, because he was easily leading her down the alley. As soon as they were out of sight, he was draining her of her energy and tisking at her as eyes went wide and she swayed slightly. Afterwards he stopped, “thanks for your contribution,” he said walking away as the girl took off out of the alley like it was on fire.

Cor Caroli, who was still getting used to being called Cor Caroli, had been wandering around town waiting for something interesting to happen. As he passed by an alley near the shopping districts, a female figure fled from it, and a peculiar prickling feeling at the edge of his senses gave him great unease. He took a peek into the alley; he wasn’t sure how he knew, but he had a feeling that someone was there. “What the hell is going on?” he wondered aloud, right into the alley.

Witherite turned as he was walking away feeling the other. He sighed as the voice drifted down to him and he peers through the allies darkness to see a senshi standing at the top of it. He frowned even more deeply, but thanked his lucky stars that whoever it was, was on the same level as him.

“What the hell, is none of your business magic slinger … get lost I have work to do and your kind are nunciances.”


He summoned his wrench and looked to the senshi eyebrow arched and ready to defend himself if need be. He certainly wasn’t going to turn his back on the other, never knew what one of them might be able to do. If need be he could run, but he hoped he wouldn’t need to!


“Magic slinger?” The nickname shouldn’t have confused Cor Caroli, but it did. Maybe he just didn’t expect it, period. He was pretty good at reading body language, though, and he could tell that this guy was gearing up for a fight. “So you’re one of those Negaverse guys, huh? What were you doing with that girl that made her fly out of here like that?” He couldn’t be 100% sure, but the prickly aura certainly made it a possible conclusion. “What, did you make some moves on her and she didn’t like it? I’d like to say I could help you with some of those finesse problems, but I don’t normally deal in girls, sorry.” Okay, so maybe goading this guy when he was already in a fighting stance was a bad idea, but damned if the quips weren’t on the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, magic slinger. That’s what you lot is. You have magic and you like to throw it at us. It’s a simple concept,” he started before going on to give the other an are you serious look when he asked if he was a negaverser. “I think that should be obvious, can’t you feel it? Don’t they teach you lot anything. You must be like crazy new.”

He moved toward the other, only just a bit to get a better view of what he was dealing with. His weapon was still in hand though he was feeling now the other wasn’t like to being attempting to fight him. He frowned deeply though when the other had the nerve to suggest he couldn’t pick up a girl, but then he face took on a perplexed look.

“Is that some round about way of admitting you are gay … I could really care less about your sordid affairs or whatever. I have no problems with finesse, I could garner all the attention I want from either gender, pick of the lot and all, she just didn’t like that I didn’t have more naughty motives tonight.”

He honestly never did, having never been fond of touch and a bit of an a*****e which made getting close enough for him to be comfortable with touch a bit hard.

“Oh, I can feel it, all right. And yes, I am ‘crazy new!’ How did you know?” Cor Caroli had only been a senshi for what, a day? Not that it mattered; this guy was opening himself to some hardcore heckling. He folded his arms and shifted his weight a little, a cheesy grin on his face. “It’s not ‘admitting,’ it’s telling you I can’t help you in that department, and there was nothing roundabout about that, honey.” He giggled to himself; he didn’t often use those standard “phrases,” but sometimes for shits and giggles they were good.

“Well, aren’t we confident? You can get all the attention you want, huh?” He gave the Lieutenant an exaggerated looking over. “Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmm. I’m not so sure. I don’t normally deal in light-haired guys, but you’ve got that ‘dark mechanic’ thing going on with that wrench of yours.” He paused to give an equally exaggerated chin stroke. “Nah, sorry buddy, I’ll pass. Not the least because you made some poor girl flee in terror. Not sure what you did, but gee, that was one hell of a strike-out.”

Wither wanted to say he knew because the other was an idiot and the more he talked the more it was confirmed for Witherite. “It was certainly round about, you didn’t directly go ‘I’m gay’,” he started before shaking his head and sighing, “you newness is also obvious by how often you’ve but you foot in you mouth in the last minute. You do know I would very well kill you.”

Technically he didn’t think he could, but he figured it was a solid threat for a negaverse to make. He decided though as the other insulted him yet again, sort of. He was growing tired of the other and as he finished his little taunt, Wither simple lifted his hand and tossed his little plasitc wrench as hard as he could at the other’s face.

“I don’t have time to play games with you baby magic slinger,” he said stalking toward the other, “I you really want to know what I did to here, here let me show you.” He balled his fist fully ready to beat the crap out of the baby magic slinger.

“You don’t have to be direct-direct to still be direct,” Cor Caroli said, like that made a damn bit of sense. He didn’t have time to make any more quips before the plastic wrench collided with his face, sending him staggering back a few steps. “Dude, what the hell? Not the face!” He rubbed the sore spot and hoped he wouldn’t have a bruise to explain tomorrow. The Lieutenant was drawing closer, and he knew he was in for a clobbering if he didn’t do something. His heart began to pound in his chest, and the needle on the fight or flight meter in his brain was pointing to “flight.” But he wouldn’t be doing his job if he didn’t do something, right? “Ahaha, well, no thanks, but if it’s some fisticuffs you’re looking for, bring it, big guy.” The hitching of his breath took some of the tough-guy impact out of his words, but he was still able to put his hand to his chest and mutter a quick “Strength of Will.”

Right on cue, he felt a peculiar invigoration surge through him, and he didn’t feel so scared anymore. He could land a hit on this guy. He should at least punch him for that poor girl. With one fist clenched, he charged towards the Lieutenant, ready to slug him back if he could.

“You’re an idiot. What cat awakened you, they must regret it overly so,” he ground out as he stalked. He heard the other speak what he thought were magic words after declaring to Wither to come at him. The words made him pause, but when it seemed he was using the magic on himself Wither cocked a brow. The senshi charged and Wither responded in kind charging at the other, reeling his fist back slightly when he got close and launching a bunch towards the senshi’s side.

He usually didn’t really want to fight, though he seemed to get into a lot of them, but this night he thought he would thoroughly enjoy beating the snot out of this one. And if he even came across the ice slinger again, he would very much love to beat the snot of of that one as well.

“Youre barking up the wrong tree,” he growled.

Though Cor Caroli did have senshi strength and speed backing him up, he just simply didn’t have the fighting experience to strike first. The Lieutenant’s punch to his side hit true, making him blurt out an “********” and throwing off the trajectory of his punch. That was definitely going to leave a mark. He threw another punch in an attempt to regain lost ground, but considering how much his side still smarted, it wasn’t too likely to hit. The magic was still affecting him, but he was left wondering what he would do when it wore off.

Ryan grinned feeling invigorated when his punch landed. The punch from the senshi grazed his shoulder and he grinned taunting, “almost just isn’t enough magic slinger. You got to swing a little better. Though it a bit hard to swing a little better than me.”

The taunt had a bit of a double meaning because he was still a little miffed at earlier comment. Wither tended to take things a little too personal and lacked a good sence of humor where he himself was concerned. He shrugged the thoughts off and gave a malicious grin.

“Let me demonstrate,” he said making to grab the senshi’s fuku and swinging hard at his side a second time.

“Oh, I’m sure you swing pretty good-” Cor Caroli’s jibes left him open for the grab and the follow-up hit, making him yelp from the impact. It was clear that he certainly did not hold the advantage here, and he was going to have a whole bunch of nasty bruises to explain if he stuck around. “You know what, you’re someone else’s problem now. Screw you, man!” He made a dash for the opening of the alley, hoping to escape. If the Lieutenant pursued him, well… he’d be in trouble.

Wither was quite enjoying the little back and forth and having the upper hand he was ready with the next jibe of his own satisfied that his hits met their mark, but he found himself momentarily at a lost for words as the other dashed off. He’d done the same against someone more experienced but he hadn’t been expecting it all at.

“That’s right coward,” he said finding his tongue again, “run like the little magic slinger you are. We’ll meet again and next time you will not be so fortunate.”

He frowned, even though he won. He wished he drained him like the last guy, that had been fun.