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Well, that had been juuuuuust peachy. Chrysotile stormed through the night with long, angry strides, not caring whether he was going to gather energy or not. His first meeting with his new reporting officer, Captain Quartz, had been an unmitigated disaster as far as he was concerned. He had no idea what to make of the man, corrupt or not corrupt or whatever the ******** he was. An alcoholic, almost certainly. A hard-a**, definitely. He also had no idea what Quartz had thought of him, which he found incredibly irritating. Was Quartz serious about the goatee, or was that some kind of joke? Chrysotile had already decided that he wasn't going to chance pissing his commanding officer off and was going to shave the thing off tonight. This was definitely not what he had been expecting of the Negaverse when his father had shoved his hand into Emory's chest and corrupted him. He was becoming just a little bit disillusioned.

He desperately wanted something or someone to beat up. It was rare that he wanted to get into a fight, but if there was ever a time for such a desire, this was it.

Chrysotile decided to take a different route home in the hopes that he encountered a senshi or youma or whatever to just beat the living crap out of. Cutting down an alley, he moved past the dumpsters and fire escapes and emerged near a small park. Yeah, that was the ticket -- he'd be sure to find a punching bag for his frustration in there.

And sure enough, there was an Order aura. He cracked his knuckles and grinned in anticipation of the beatdown he was about to deliver.