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The snow storm that had rolled through town earlier that day had shut down most of the city. It had started early in the morning and continued on until just after sundown, at which point the plows had gotten to work.

Richterite had teleported to a nearby rooftop to watch the progress... And maybe enjoy the scenery a little bit. The plows hadn't made it as far as the theater district yet and the snow was still crisp and beautiful there. Nights like this made him enjoy the power that he had; that he could easily get somewhere like this without driving anywhere. It was also nice to finally do it without having to hop rooftop to rooftop.

The sound of another voice joined his thoughts, stirring him out of the quiet contemplation. He felt the aura that had joined him in the area. Order. Simple enough.

Richterite wandered to the edge of the building and hopped over it, landing neatly on the fire escape before taking one more leap to land on the ground. It seemed like a shame to ruin the snow, but that didn't keep him from walking across it. Crunch. Crunch.

"Good night for a bit of fun in the snow, isn't it?" He called back, his voice coming from a space likely closer than the senshi had anticipated.

"C'mon." He crossed his arms over his chest as he stepped out of the alley and into the light cast by the street lamp, leaning against it completely out in the open. "Other than the guys trying to clean up the streets in those big ol' plows a few streets down do you really think there's anyone else out here besides the two of us? Heck, kid. There's a reason why I picked this part of town."

A light smirk touched his lips as he uncrossed one arm to make a gesture at the sled. "Judging by your equipment there, seems to be a reason why you picked this part of town too."

"Well met, then, Lord Oberon." He took a step away from the light post, uncrossing both of his arms this time as be bowed with a bit of a flourish before he stood straight once more. There was still a light smirk on his lips. It didn't often leave them.

"Captain Richterite, and I didn't come out here tonight looking for a fight. I left my perch up there," he pointed to the top of the theater roof he had been lounging on, "is because I thought it might be more effective than shouting from the rooftops and ruining an otherwise quiet evening. Would you prefer it if I teleported behind you? I could, but then I might not have the energy to teleport myself back home at the end of the night. I really don't want to trudge back to my apartment through all of that snow..."

"I was sick the day they played the instructional video on how to terrorize ki--" He caught himself before he could say the word again, no more in the mood for a kick to the shin than he was any sort of other attack at the moment. He brushed his fingers through his hair before shaking it off.

"I'll take 'kinda strange for a Captain' as a compliment currently. It's generally easier to get information if you aren't beating it out of someone." That was what he kept telling himself at least. It was how he continued to reason that he was still doing right by the Negaverse in not being as ruthless as some of the others that he had known well at one point.

"How old are you? If you don't mind me asking, since we've already established that I'm not attacking."

"Ten?" By the look on his face, that was a thought that Richterite clearly disapproved of. One hand came up to rub at the bridge of his nose as he thought about the two Chibi scouts that he had encountered recently. The teen in front of him now had somehow made it through five years without getting him self killed.

He either had to be far more intelligent, or he had a much better support group.

"You've been at this as long as I have been, then, Oberon. I was sixteen five years ago, though." He managed another soft smirk as he lowered his hand. "If you ask me, making it through five years of this nonsense at any stage earns you a night off every now and then, don't you think?"

"I've been staying out of trouble with your side, which is going to wind up getting me into trouble with my side." He laughed, knowing that the thought should worry him more than it did; that at one point it might have terrified him. Now?

He pushed it to the back of his mind, refusing to think about it.

That brought his attention to Oberon's question and he found himself eyeing the sled with a brief yearning before shaking his head. "Tempting, but better not. Matter of fact, I should probably get out of here before anyone picks up on the two of us out here. Zip down the hill once more for me? And hey... Make it another six years and meet me back here. If I'm still alive I'll bring you a drink to celebrate."