Seraphinite rubbed at his eyes, letting out a small puff of air through gritted teeth. The school year was starting to wind down, with projects piling and finals looming. He'd been... lax in his endeavors as a Negaverse agent.
He'd learned how to drain, the basics of what were expected of him. He was till far more interested in learning about these senshi and... knights? What bizarre titles, unfitting and misleading. Or not entirely. How many people did knights kill back in the ye ole days?
Grunting as he got back to his feet, the teen looked down at the slow trickle of cars and pedestrians meandering through the streets near Medowview. He hadn't yet gotten himself to drain any of his classmates or teachers--though he certainly was opening up to the idea each time someone was particularly vicious to another student in the halls, or a teacher particularly ineffective at their job--but that didn't mean he couldn't keep an eye on the less savory folks who liked to use the school grounds as meeting spots.
Drug dealers, thugs, addicts who tried to prey on the kids and families for whatever bit of cash they could squeeze out.... he'd seen enough of it in his own time on the streets. These were his typical targets, and he'd already left one dealer with barely a pulse to him a few blocks away. Breathing though. Jericho wasn't that cruel to throw down the death penalty for dealing.
He did warn the guy if he came back around the school though.
His boots gave soft echoes that the cars covered as he made his way across the rooftop. Should he head back home? It was well past midnight, though he wasn't sure exactly what time it was. No school in the morning, but he had assignments to work on. His eyes shut and he again rubbed at his eyes. One more look around to make sure no creeps were skulking near his school. Then he could get out of there.
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