Umber made no comment of it - their departure seemed in parts necessity and boon. He looked over shoulder to take stock of their small search party. Elsa came along purely of personal ties - and a show of support to the Negaverse. His magic may prove useful if it housed nonlethal mechanics. “Elsa, if you see opportunity to use magic, provided you don’t kill her, use it.
“And General - do you have any specific orders for how to proceed? You’ve done this for a lot longer than any of us; has experience determined a better route to take?”
Standing behind the two other males the General glanced over them both. His hands were in his coat pockets, no weapon in sight, his hair had been tied back to keep it out of his face, any longer and it would seriously become an issue; a good thing he planned not to grow it any longer than it was.
“At least she’ll stand out with her clothing – your decision or hers?” He questioned the Lieutenant with a certain amount of ease in his voice. It seemed the General was as relaxed as could be and not in the slightest worried or excited for what they were going to be doing, and why should he be? This wasn’t something abnormal or even dangerous, at least not as far as he could tell. It seemed like this would be a fairly straight forward thing really.
“We don’t want her to fight, or run.” He stated, following behind the two. Slate hued eyes watching those ahead of them flee – smart. He felt his lips curl up into something resembling a smile but not quite there.
“I can teleport in behind her, though it may startle her, it will see to it that she doesn’t try and flee.” Her exit route would be effectively cut off by the petite blond. He’d have to keep his weapon away for this, this wasn’t to turn into a fight much less a blood bath. “If anyone else shows up…leave them to me.” The words sang with confidence as he kept his gaze straight ahead and finally he spotted a hoodie which stood out, though he had no idea what the hell it was. “I suppose that’s her?” He commented as he pointed out ahead of them toward the hoodie, it was a rather offensive thing.
“Any order people show up and I’ll make sure they don’t interfere.” He’d take them out one way or another, even if his heart wasn’t truly into it and wouldn’t be. He still had duty.
Elsa was, there was no denying it, nervous, but he hoped that the nervous energy looked more like eagerness to fight. There had been plenty of escalating tensions between his Court and the Negaverse as of late, and even if he figured Umber wasn’t likely to turn on him, there was a chance that if someone else showed up, they might not be so charitable.
“My magic is fear, so she’ll come out of it physically fine.” He knew that much, sort of on instinct, even though he’d never gotten a chance to throw his magic around before. It wouldn’t do damage, it would just make for a very bad time for the poor Senshi. “I’ll need to get right up to her, though. Contact required. Because nothing about this magic nonsense could ever possibly be easy.” Obviously, he hadnot gained any more affection for the trappings of his power.
“I’d offer to call for Mirror backup, but,” he grimaced, “I’m not sure if anyone would show up.” He could admit that much. Most likely, he would be on his own here.
”Don’t call the mirror.” Mintaka’s mentions were enough to solidify the dislike among the faction pairs. Chariklo’s entrapment lent no credence to any stability between them, either. He was lucky enough that Elsa arrived without incident. “If we play this right, we won’t need backup. She is a civilian as is, but she will not spoil her identity to strangers. Keep her in public. We’ll catch and call for a General-Sovereign as needed.”
Benitoite’s offer to teleport was received favorably. He nodded toward the general shortly before he picked out the civilian in question. And who is that with her. His gaze narrowed, a frown breaking his typical stoicism.
“One more thing. If you catch up with the redhead that’s with her, kill him. No need to hesitate. I know what he is.” He spared a last glance toward the pair before breaking into a run - the field sloped and swelled, but added chaotic power trampled any troubles therein.
We will have you, Jack. We will see what good you can do when repurposed. And if my brother survives this whole, then we’ll see what can be done with him.
“Don’t let them go into hiding.”
The thought of the mirror, and it’s senshi, had him for a moment thinking about those he knew of the mirror and that cat...and more importantly her words. For a moment they seized his thoughts but were banished nearly as fast. This was not the time nor the place for such thoughts, to think of how others were faring and bits of information gained. This was the time to work and assure the Lieutenant succeeded in his endeavor to bring a new agent of chaos into the folds of the Negaverse.
“Kill the red head? Who is this red head to you?” He questioned casually, head tilting to the side in curiosity. He didn’t need to know, wasn’t demanding an answer, but he did wish to know none the less. They must be important, to some extent and that had his interest.
As the other broke into a run he followed, though he didn’t break into a run, he did up his pace some. “Of course not...they won’t escape.” He wouldn’t be allowing for such.
Elsa nodded. He didn't particularly relish the idea of being the only Dark Mirror among possibly a large number of Negaverse officers, if more were called for, but it wasn't as if he exactly had much of a choice. Reaching out to his Court, particularly when he'd been explicitly told not to, would likely look like a betrayal.
Would likely end in a betrayal, because apparently his Court was full of morons who sympathized with the White Moon. Which in his opinion was utterly stupid, but no one was asking him. Probably because he was a basic Senshi, awakened for six entire glorious months, who knew barely more than enough to get by with his head still attached to his shoulders, and a lot of the other Dark Mirrors had been doing this for years by now.
"Capture the girl, kill the dude, easy enough," he said. He probably wouldn't be the one committing any murders, not when there was a Negaverse General present who was probably all kinds of more competent at the making-people-dead thing than he could ever be. At least, that would be his excuse, because the idea of killing someone for being in the wrong place at the wrong time sort of sat uncomfortably with him.
But this was war, wasn't it, and bad luck was all it took to end up as a corpse. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong enemy, and you ended up six feet under.
It was a fact of life, and he didn't have to like it for it to continue to be a fact he had to operate with, and no one was paying him to think, here. (No one was paying him at all, but, details.)
Punch things, do magic, make sure the girl got brought to a General-Sovereign. He could do that. And maybe make the Court look a little better in the process.
The Dark Mirror picked up a run, and let himself enjoy that aspect of his powers. Move faster, punch harder. "They're not going anywhere.".
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