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Much like Anytown, USA, Destiny City had 'good' parts and 'bad' parts, as some would have said. In reality, all this actually meant was that there were places in Destiny City - a street, a block, even a whole community - where poverty ran rampant and the building exteriors were not as cared for as other. It meant there were places (aside from college campuses) where one might score drugs or find companionship for cheap. It meant children with growling bellies and adults with desperation setting their eyes glassy.

It meant, places Ian found useful for hunting energy. Or star seeds.

Metallia didn't care if the victim was addicted to drugs or was an alcoholic. She was as pleased with energy that came from the illiterate, the under privileged, or the poor as she was with what could be taken from the high-powered executives or minor celebrities. Plus, Ian found it expedient and often easier to simply trawl places where the police cared less.

Homeless were good for star seeds that none would question after. Poverty-stricken folks of all stripes good for energy - sometimes he paid them without them knowing; leaving a gift card in their pockets (though that was rarer and something he held back for when he accidentally took energy from a harried mother with kids). Ian was a jerk and a snob, but he wasn't completely heartless towards the plight of the working class.

Of course, as Keyite he was finding that what care he had seemed to be eroding, his heart hardening - perhaps by degrees - each time he powered up and let Chaos course through him. It was highly fascinating and he did wonder if this would continue as a thing; perhaps this was how those half-youma were made? Would he one day become fully a monster at the beck and call of a General? There was nothing to do about it save continue as he was meant, to be a good soldier for his General and superiors, to have some worth that might keep him somewhat human for the long run.

And that was why he was behind a building that should have been condemned (but functioned as a community center), half hidden between two over-flowing dumpsters, with his hands on a rather grubby looking brunette as he drained energy to meet his quota. It'd be nice if I didn't have to touch to pull energy, like the Generals. Ugh, I'll need to Purell my hands immediately after this..

Presence of aura was felt before the senshi opened his mouth to make himself a known nuisance; Keyite had hoped that this one would simply...continue along it's way, but the imperious command that drew his attention up and away from his current mark sent that hope scurrying out the window much like the vermin in the alley.

"I was nearly finished and would have left her to go her way unmolested...now see what you've made me do." Keyite thought, briefly, about not taking the woman's star-seed, but if he were going to be attacked by an aggressive git in eye-searing hues, then he would take appropriate recompense.

Or it would serve as a means to distract the senshi as he made his escape, later. Either way, he murmured softly to the woman as he pulled a large amount of her energy to drop her into a faint before taking her star-seed from her chest, granting her a painless journey to the grimy asphalt.

"Now you have my undivided attention, you garish creature. Whatever shall you do with it?"