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He was rewarding himself.

Despite being underage, Epidote fully intended on treating himself to a night well done by sneaking his way into the new adults-only arcade, Elite. He knew they served booze, but he wasn't sneaking in to drink, no. He was there to get his fill of all the new games that had launched that month, on top of sneaking a little bit of energy here and there from distracted gamers. It was the perfect plan and he knew Stella would be SO psyched to see him arriving home with hands and pockets full of energy orbs. She would applaud him for being so clever and not even mind that he spent most of the evening playing video games instead of his Negaverse duties.

Dark boots sauntered their way down the sidewalk, the sound of the base thumping in the distance coming from his destination. The venue was lit up with all sorts of crazy lights and music, which successfully distracted him away from the aura that lurked above his head.

This was going to be epic night - he could just feel it.

He froze as he heard the voice holler, the sudden realization dawning on him that he may not be the only powered being on the streets tonight. The sinking feeling in his gut assured him of his assumption as he turned, now faced with a dark haired boy wearing a rather shredded looking fuku. The aura was clear now, a nauseating feeling growing stronger with every step the man took.

Yes. Yes, it appeared that this senshi had been addressing him, possibly even following him - but how? And for how long? Did he suspect Epidote's plot with the arcade? No...no, he couldn't possibly, right?

"I'm.... going to play a few games?" One thumb gestured back towards the arcade next to them.

Eyes narrowed, but then relaxed. How would Stella react? She always played this sort of thing off, he'd been witness to it, now it was time to apply her tricks for himself. "Is that okay with you? Or are you going to stop me from having a decent evening, buddy?"

Pffft. Who did this jerk think he was?

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Truth be told, Epidote probably did too. The teenager didn't have a clue as to where all his harvested energy went - he simply did as he was ordered to do. Stella and Alkaid were the big honchos in his mind; Epidote knew there were some higher powers out there, a Queen even, but as far as his little world was concerned, pleasing the two women he looked up to was the key to surviving in this new, Negaversian world of his.

Legs spread out, bracing himself for whatever this goon was planning on doing. He hadn't attacked him yet, but considering the last senshi he ran into did, the blonde wouldn't be surprised if it was a typical style of greeting for the White Moon. "It was a good evening for me, actually, until you showed up."

His remote was tucked into his belt, but Epidote considered the piece of plastic useless. Eh, maybe he could bash him over the head with it, but otherwise it was nothing but a pointless prop - his fists, however, could do some real damage.

"So are you going to keep asking dumb questions or are we going to get this over with so I can go back to having a good night?"

As the senshi called out his attack, Epidote braced himself for impact. If this jerk's attack was anything like Sailor Kari's, he knew he was in for a brutal amount of pain and angu---

Wait, what?

The tension in his pose relaxed as nothing happened. Suddenly, a loud, drawn-out moan erupted from behind and the Lieutenant chanced a glance back to see what the startling noise was. As the ghastly apparition appeared, he felt his heart skip a beat, the tall young man spinning around to turn his back to the senshi, backpedaling away from the ghoul that had outstretched its translucent arms in his direction, slowly floating its way in his direction.

Little did he know, but that wasn't all that Themisto had planned.

Walking backwards merely hastened the physical attack that the other boy was attempting, the shove sending him hurdling forward with a terrified scream as he was slammed face-to-face with the grueling spirit. As the terror of the situation set in, Epidote did the only thing he could think of.

He ran.

Eyes shut tight, his lungs continued to force air out at an alarming rate, the teenager screaming to high heaven as he dashed down the sidewalk, doing his best to distance himself from the spooky senshi and whatever the hell that kind of black magic was.