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Oh, some cute little family was walking down the street, doing whatever cute normal families did. Really, it was stupid that something as simple as cars was keeping her away from the road, pondering instead her next option.

A mom, a dad, and two sons. The older of the two boys looked up towards the rooftops, squinting as though he knew she was there. Tantalite, almost nervously, took a step back. Aura's were tangible, but was hers more noticeable? The chaos in it a taste in one's mouth? There were small feelings of something or other down in the street. Was there someone out there who would stop whatever fun she was out to have that night?


That little brother - the little blonde - still had an appealing youth to him that she...was drawn to. Perhaps she'd get into a little mischief.

Perhaps she'd drain a little energy.

A familiar voice.

Tantalite turned to look towards the would-be-Knight, brows raising slightly as she gave him a long, uncomfortable look. It was indeed a certain dark-talking white-wearing gentleman. Had she missed him? Maybe a little. Not everybody was so exciting.

"And where should I be, if not nice and far away from people? Down on the street with them?" it was an idle suggestion, one she wouldn't take because, as much as she wouldn't admit it, she didn't like evening traffic. Too many cars, all the worst accidents happened after dark. Lord help her the day someone figured out her thing with cars.

Never again.

"Or were you looking for an excuse to talk to little ol' me?"

“Innocents.” the word coated the inside of her mouth like a bitter tasting mouthwash. Not quite spat out, but uncomfortable where it was. “Where do you draw the line for innocent? Is it anybody not me? If I was stalking a criminal, or someone who touched children would you be making such a huff on their behalf?”

It wasn't true, but the point stood. It wasn't as though she was planning to kill anybody. Maybe drain a little energy off the top (nobody needed that much of it), but not straight up hurt them.

“Or does it not matter because to you all I can do is wrong .”

She knew he'd justify around her words somehow - perhaps lump her in as something just as bad. There would be a fight and while it was no good for it, the essence of the violin bow remained almost at her fingertips. Not quite summoned, but ready to be pulled into existence.

Tantalite really tried to not put on her best smile, but Midgard's response just painted her face into one of pure enjoyment. He had struggled with that answer. He'd been certain, but she could feel that it hadn't been an easy conclusion to come to. She stepped away from the edge of the roof, still no weapon in hand but now no longer looking down at the street.

"But will removing me making people sleep easier at night than it would if I were to take one horrible criminal out to hurt people?"

She conveniently ignored that she was also one criminal out to hurt people.

"Of course, you'll sleep just fine either way. You're a big strong man, you get to make rules for everybody, now don't you?"

A frown creased her face and it was clear that he'd hit a bit below the belt. He wasn't wrong, but never the less.

"How do you know I don't have permission to make calls? It isn't as though I'm..." she paused as though she'd had a wonderful thought and smiled again. Whatever notion he'd prompted her to have, she didn't share. Tantalite had just had a great idea. "Well, I'm certainly not in trouble for what I do. Which is a good job."

His clenched fists did get a nervous glance and Tantalite purposely kept her distance.

"Don't I though? You're an adult male and you're definitely not a minority on appearance. I get to be a frail young lady during the day that has decisions made for her by people like you. This means you afford certain comforts by your existence alone."

Him being straight up mean didn't actually hurt her feelings. In fact, it delighted her. It sent a chill straight through her that was dark and exciting.

"That's cute, who are you to know how the Negaverse works?" her eyes ran down him with that same twisted interest she'd had the last time he'd gotten mean and violent with her. Tantalite clearly had very specific interests. "Good girls get special jobs, low branch or not," a lie, and perhaps he'd call her out on it....but she liked where her bluffs had taken him.

Finally, she did take another step towards him. "And what will you do to stop me? How far are you ready to take your cause into your hands?"

The sharper his voice got, the more Tantalite seemed to enjoy it.

"And you don't know the first thing about me." though the way she flexed her hands denoted a certain concern about them. He was trying to scare her away, but all he was doing was steeling her resolve to not mess up. To up her game.

"You make just as many assumptions about me as you claim I do about you." though Midgard was making more informed assumptions than she was. Not that Tantalite would have known anything about that.

"So are you here to try and stop me or try and save me?"

She'd heard stories that members of the Negaverse could become these.....traitors, and part of her wondered briefly if that was the case with the gentleman (not so gentle right now, though...) in front of her.

"And you won't be around to see it if it does happen." He was so certain the Negaverse was going to crush her, and there was something very pure about the way he had picked and chosen his battle: She wasn't going to allow herself to be saved, so he wouldn't waste his time on a losing battle.

Quietly, she summoned the bow as she stepped back away from him and towards the edge of the roof. "Then we'll see who you can save," she stated as she took a final step back and fell down into the street, landing on the sidewalk and startling a group of people down below.

The blond boy with the green eyes was gone now, a shame, but it didn't take her long to single out who her new choice was. She first was going to see if he would follow her - allow her to find a way to twist this to be his fault.