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Chaos came in the form of a very petite, very willowy figure in much too little clothing, feathers, and black toe shoes. Silver hair, drawn up in a high tail, swayed as she walked, the ends leaving faint, whispery trails through the snow. Almost ethereal in appearance, she seemed to belong among the designer branded store fronts, but also seemed apart from them. Above it all, disconnected.

Well, and why wouldn't she like this? With the veil of chaos drawn around her there was a certain illusion of invincibility. A lie, she knew, but still it imbued a sense of confidence that Ceraskia usually found when she poised en pointe upon some stage.

She could feel it though, out in the chilly night. The approach of something dark. Not the same as her, nor an agent, but still chaotic. It had her pausing in her search for potential marks for energy, head turning to glance around her, into the shadows of the store fronts, the narrow walkways between some of the buildings. But she couldn't see what was trailing her, not yet.

It was a bit startling, to say the least. Ceraskia stopped as something seemed to catch the trailing whisps of her hair, and she spun around on a toe to blink back, then down. "Oh." A guardian cat. Even if he hadn't spoken she would have recognized him by the star.

Bemused, the petite senshi dank down to crouch in front of the small cat, offering up a hand with the intention of giving him a soft pet, but withdrawing immediately should the motion illicit any negative reaction.

"Yes I am. I'm Ceraskia, senshi of scorn." It did not seem a fitting sphere for the diminutive dancer, but at least the fuku seemed to reflect it well, to a point. "And who might you be?" She spoke in a soft, cultured voice that spoke of refinement and class.

Ceraskia smiled and gave him a scratch behind one ear before folding her arms across her thighs as she watched the small cat pawing at the end of her hair before he'd turned his full attention up to her. "I can't answer that," she said truthfully, unsure of how the others of her kind made it into the Negaverse, or why they had been chosen. "Exceptionally long hair does come with the territory, though." If she minded the 'stuffy' comment, it didn't show.

"My self, specifically, I grew up in a neighborhood like this one." It explained the refined air, the polite tone. Manners were very important to the dancer, as well as he mistress.

Dainty ears ticked back, and the senshi was tempted to reach out again, run manicured nails along the underside of his chin. She resisted, but only just. "Silk, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"No, I think it's mostly restricted to us corrupted ones." At least unusually long hair that only presented while powered up. "It's not nearly as long normally." Sliding fingers through the ends of her hair, she flicked it at him, smiling in amusement. "I can't say that I know much about the Dark Mirror senshis though. I haven't met any yet."

She too glanced around the quiet street before looking down again. "I'm doing Negaverse things," the dancer clarafied. "We're required to fulfill a quota of energy gathering for Metallia every week." Something that could be more easily said than done for a dainty senshi with very limited combat abilities.

"What are you out here for?" Dark lips twitched. "Guardian cat things?"

"Hmm." Interesting. She wondered if it was a broad theme for an entire court, or a singularity. Probably the latter. Considering how little she knew about them, she imagined they weren't much of a threat to herself, or an asset, or her general would have educated her on them further.

She smiled as he answered her, at the sass in his voice. Had he been a person, it might not have been half so endearing, but in the small cat it was fairy adorable. Of course, she didn't dare tell him so, she didn't think he'd appreciate the compliment.

"So what do you do when you're not doing guardian cat things?" Surely he had to have some hobbies.