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Somehow, this one lonely post-it note had survived for a full week on the wall of this building.

Something about the fact that this note was still standing gave Lt. Paracelsian a warm fuzzy. Those post-it notes felt like his children sometimes. His strange, fleeting, meme-bearing children. A curious change had occurred, though; someone had written a response on the note! How serendipitous!

More accurately, someone had edited the note's content. The original text read, "You're gonna have a bad time beyond this point." Someone had replaced the "bad" with "good" and put a winky face next to it. Very strange.

Humming a jaunty tune to himself, he pulled his customary pack of post-its out of his pocket and a pen and began to write a new note. "You're not getting a second room key."

Context? Who needed that?

And who needed to pay attention to that oncoming Order aura?

It took a few moments for the voice to register as familiar, but when it did, Paracelsian looked up from his sticky note. It wasn't visible behind his face mask, but he couldn't help but smile at the return of this generous senshi. "You're close, but not quite," he said. "It's Paracelsian. Para will do if you get stuck." He put the post-it note up next to the first one on the wall, then slid his pen back into his pocket.

"I've been well enough. Busy, but otherwise fine. How about you? Were you able to make it home all right after our last encounter?" From the outside, a Negaverse Lieutenant expressing concern for a senshi might have raised a few red flags, but as far as Paracelsian was concerned, a little honey was going to do better to catch these flies than vinegar would. Though a request for her to donate itched on his tongue, he made himself be patient. Asking right off the bat could cause problems.

Paracelsian gave one short, sharp chuckle. "It's not littering. It's... wall posting. You know, like you do on Facebook, except on an actual wall." It made sense enough to him. Whatever he was doing, it wasn't littering. It was spreading communication! Or something. "I'm a Lieutenant, Kari. By definition, I'm not a Big Bad. I'm literally a grunt. Could I become a Big Bad someday? Well..." He paused for a moment, mulling over the implications of growing evil with power. It would certainly be a twist on him, but he simply couldn't foresee himself ever becoming genuinely evil. He shook his head. "I'd like to think not."

"I'm glad you recovered well," Paracelsian said. When Kari offered to donate again, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. That was quick, and he barely needed to extend any lures. "I can promise that," he said with a nod. "If what you gave me last time was any indication, I might even meet my quota and not have to bother anyone else for the rest of the week." There was that perk for her, and for him the perk of a few days off. "Give me your hand. I'll be more careful this time."

Paracelsian made a small affirmative noise, then paused thoughtfully. "You really take your responsibilities seriously, don't you?" He scratched at his mask. "I think your willingness to donate to protect others speaks volumes about you. Charity is a virtue, after all." Slowly, he placed his hand on Kari's shoulder. "You may very well be doing better for Order than the ones who hunt Chaos." His eyes closed for a moment as he focused, and he began to draw out her energy. "Let me know when you start to feel it, and I'll stop." Carefully, his gaze switched betweem the wad of energy forming and Kari herself, mostly to make sure she could still stand.

"Hmm." Paracelsian mulled over the question briefly. "Actually, I'm not entirely sure if it's possible. I can assure you that I haven't drained anyone to death if it is possible, though." At the senshi's request to stop, he made an affirmative noise and halted the draining process. "Done. Thank you for your contribution." He put the energy ball into his subspace pocket, but did not release his hold on Kari. He was afraid she'd fall over if he let go. "Are you all right to go on, or would you like me to support you for a bit?" He didn't mind the idea of walking her elsewhere, but he was aware of the possible consequences of going to far with her.

Paracelsian's eyes may have gone a bit wide when Kari rested against him. The contact was somewhat unexpected, and there may have been a slight tingle in his mind at that moment. It was a silly notion to think that she was leaning on him for anything more than support, but for a moment, his mind went there. He was able to shake it off in time to answer Kari's questions. "If you say so. As for my next energy round... next week at this time would be ideal. But if you need to rest more, another day or so later is fine."

He nodded thoughtfully, deciding that honesty was the best policy. "I will do my best to avoid draining civilians. However, if a superior commands it, there isn't much I can do. I am just a Lieutenant after all." He paused, then added, "You really are a noble spirit. Thank you for your contributions. I feel like, if the other senshi were like you, we could reach a compromise."