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He'd been on a nearby rooftop when he'd heard the sound of shoes beating against pavement.

The sound had come from the opposite direction from where he'd been standing, forcing the young Lieutenant to switch sides, just in time to see a long haired woman pause in the middle of the street below. Judging from her backside alone, he could tell that she was a breathtaking specimen. Her hair glittered like starlight, the blues and silvers practically twinkling beneath the nearby lamppost.

He felt the signature of darkness, but this was clearly an Order senshi standing in his midst, judging by all the starry, moonlight crap going on with her appearance. How was she able to dampen her aura from him and who was she chasing? Whoever held the Chaos aura he was feeling was clearly hiding from the woman... but why?

She was a dainty thing, frail. Out of breath even, judging by how she trembled to catch her breath.

Seizing the opportunity in front of him, the blonde Lieutenant came sailing down from the rooftop and onto the pavement behind the young woman as she distracted herself with the front of her attire. Pity - he figured senshi would have more sense to them than to linger in the middle of an open area.

Rising to his feet, he crossed his arms and smirked. "Find what you were looking for, little senshi?"

Emerald eyes met sapphire ones, but unfortunately the distraction of torn fabric kept them from locking on. Instead, his eyes quickly drifted towards the large gash on the woman's dress, igniting a dark flush across the teenager's face as his confidence collapsed where he stood. He was so distracted by the sudden realization that he completely missed the large, empty chasms on the girl's forehead and chest.

"I..."

He could see flesh. Soft, beautiful skin as the split in her dress fluttered with every step she took towards him. It wasn't showing him anything indecent, per se, but the fact that the rip crept its way up towards her chest....

She took another step closer and his hands flew down towards his belt, fumbling for the plastic remote tucked away in his belt. Ripping it out, he thrust it forward.

"Don't come any closer! I'll... I'll use it!"

As if to emphasize his threat, he shook the remote in her direction.

The remote quivered in his hand as she touched it, her fingertips soft and cool as they brushed against his flushed, warm hand that remained tightly coiled around the useless toy.

Confusion was evident on his face as she continued to try to convince him of her loyalty. She wasn't attacking him - that was a good thing - but could it all be a trick? The girl was clearly hurt, blood staining the ripped fabric that he was definitely certainly positively not looking at. Maybe she was telling the truth, then? But...

"But... but you're pretty." Words were a struggle as he forced his sentence out, his reasoning slowly trying to form a justifiable conclusion, "Miss Alkaid, she's a senshi, but her skin is all cracked up...like a broken doll."

So why was this young woman still pretty, with perfect, flawless, abundantly exposed skin?

"N-No, I don't mean she isn't pretty, I just.. I mean..."

His words continued to stutter along until they dissolved into thin air, the young man successfully silenced as he felt the full weight of the young woman pressing against him. Aside from his mother or his sister, he'd never gotten this close to a girl, much less a grown, startling beautiful and partially exposed woman.

Epidote found himself freezing in place, unsure of where to place his hands. So instead, they remained where they were - one gestured outwards while the other remained awkwardly stiff at his side. Despite the fight she'd clearly come from, her hair smelt wonderful. She smelt wonderful, that starlit hair pressed so close to his face.

His eyes drifted down to stare at the wondrous creature that had decided to use him as a crutch, but flew back up when he caught another brief glimpse of skin. No, his sister would absolutely kill him if he wasn't the perfect gentleman in a situation like this.

But... how would the perfect gentleman act in a situation like this one?!

His tongue snaked out to wet his otherwise parched lips. "I believe you. B-But what can I do to help you? Tell me; I'll do anything."

"O-Oh. You need a starseed?"

The arm next to her shifted; was he supposed to hold her? Was touching a senshi appropriate for this situation? Fingers hovered right over her side, but didn't dare touch the porcelain pale color or the blue, translucent fabric that covered it.

His other hand moved down to his pocket, where a scarce handful of starseeds remained. It had taken almost all week to accrue them - he had been proud and ready to show his sister the collection. Was it worth it, to spare one for this girl? This... stranger?

Digging deep, fingers latched on to one of the crystals and he slowly withdrew it from his pants. Opening his palm, he offered the starseed to her, gesturing for her to take it. This beautiful mysterious girl could ask him to fetch the starseed of the Moon Princess herself and he'd be off like a lightning bolt to make it happen.

"I don't mind, Miss...." Heat rose to his face once more as he realized he hadn't the faintest clue who he was speaking to. Flustered, he cleared his throat and restarted. "I'm sorry, I guess it would help if I introduced myself, huh?"

Raising his chin up, he said proudly, "I'm Lieutenant Epidote."

Adamantine.

Stardust seemed appropriately apt for her appearance, as she looked as though she'd descended from the stars themselves.

He was still reeling from the adorable sound that had come out of her once the healing powers of the starseed began to take effect. The elderly woman in the alleyway where he'd gotten the starseed from didn't need it - this beautiful star clearly had better use for it. It was recycling, of sorts. The aged, trading in their essence to empower the beauty of youth. He was so distracted with the poetic justice of it all that he failed to catch her reaching over, the soft fabric of her dress pressing against him as she planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.

At the risk of spontaneously combusting right where he stood, he choked on his next words. Like the Negaverse? At the current moment, he was at risk of liking the Negaverse a little too much.

"Y-Yeah. I mean, we're definitely more powerful than the other guys." More beautiful too, but that particular thought would remain unspoken. His throat cleared itself as he tried to regain his composure. She was clearly better, now that she'd consumed the energy he'd been collecting... "Can... I take you home?"

Blinking, he sputtered to rephrase his question, "I mean, to your house. Can I escort you to your house?"

Oh.

He hadn't thought about their uniforms - while his looked somewhat out of sorts for everyday wear, hers stood out like a rose among weeds. Not to mention her long, starry hair was excessive in comparison to.... well, any other length of hair he'd ever seen. Epidote could only imagine how unmanageable hair of that size could get to be - then again, if he looked as beautiful as she did, he probably wouldn't have to fight his own battles. Just staring at her made him want to fight on her behalf, an eager knight willing to go to war for the princess.

"It would probably be best if we switched back, yeah." He glanced around at their surroundings, searching for any nearby auras or curious civilians that could be lurking around. With it being so late in the evening, it seemed they had found themselves in a deserted part of town.... which, all in all, wasn't a terrible place to be.

Closing his eyes, his uniform faded away, replaced with a grungy looking old Final Fantasy shirt and a pair of jeans. Definitely not as noble or as professional looking as his Epidote gear, but walking as a civilian would probably allow them to make it back without being hunted down by whatever had attacked Adamantine in the first place.

"You're not a bother at all." His words were rushed as he thought about what to do. Yanking out his cell phone, he flipped it on and over to his Uber app. The blonde only had about ten dollars left in his checking account, but he was more than willing to spend it all on getting her home, even if it meant he'd be forced to walk to his own home afterwards. "I can call us a ride, if you'd like?"