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Despite being fairly under the radar, Lt. Paracelsian was doing pretty well at maintaining his quotas and all that. It was a task he had become fairly used to, but he found himself torn between wanting more and being content with being unnoticed. It was a bit bothersome.

Tonight, while catching up on his energy draining, he felt a friendly aura some distance away. Another Lieutenant, from the looks of it. He hopped across the building tops to approach the aura, and then carefully dropped down to where he thought his ally was. It would be nice to talk with someone at his level.

Paracelsian saw the other lieutenant pocket something shining and made his approach. If it was what he thought it was, he wasn't going to have to worry about scaring off a target anyway. "Find something good?" he asked them, casually, softly, in case there was someone lurking or a different target that could escape. (Of course, if there were any White Moon types, the feeling of two Negaverse Lieutenant auras would draw attention no matter what; not much to be done about that.) He wanted to say more, but decided to be discreet and see how the other lieutenant reacted first.

"Right, of course." Paracelsian nodded his understanding; it was nice to see someone else who seemed diligent about meeting their quotas. However, the method made him just a bit uneasy. He figured that civilians were more useful alive than dead; they could be drained repeatedly. A senshi, though... an excuse could be made to grab their starseed. He just had never really seen the need to. A thoughtful noise escaped him at the suggestion to take the civilian's money. "All right. It might help skew the story a bit if it looks like he's been robbed. Not that we're very traceable to begin with, but anything helps." He took the hand extended to him and gave it a decent shake. "Lieutenant Paracelsian. Nice to meet you."

A good, decisive handshake. Larimar seemed like a solid person so far. Once again, Paracelsian found himself making a "hmm" noise. "I see. Justice is a tricky thing. So, I suppose we could help ourselves to the spoils here. As you said, it doesn't really make a difference. Though..." He bent down to fish around for the woman's wallet (Para had really not gotten a close enough look; how embarrassing) even as he spoke. "I feel like civilians are worth a bit more alive than dead. You can drain bits from them and, if you do it right, they'll go on as if nothing happened. It's senshi and knights you have to worry about." He found the wallet and held it open. Larimar did the pull, so it made sense for them to get first pick. "Here we go."

"Petty morality..." Paracelsian repeated the words, as though tasting them. "I don't know. Maybe the normal rules don't exactly apply to us. But I still think it's important to be discrete." He found something a bit worrisome in Larimar's smile and simplicity. "I'm not going to tell you 'no, you can't just go around killing people you don't like.' That's up to you. I guess there'll come a time when we have to make big decisions about who lives or dies, but we're still just lieutenants. We have to be careful no matter what." There was something very orderly in that, he knew, focused on staying in line, but the sentiment was strong. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of any punishments from his superiors.

The mention of Larimar's General made Paracelsian arch an eyebrow. "Half pants? Never mind. I'm sure I'll know 'em when I see 'em." He shifted his weight slightly, checking through the final sections of the wallet for anything he could grab up. Even change could be useful for something. "Maybe we have different conceptions of what the Negaverse is. I think it kind of is an elaborate supervillainish operation. We have ranks and superiors and all that. We still have some restrictions, though they're specific to us." Unsure of what else to do with the wallet, he sighed and dropped it. "Let's try our best to survive to become Captains, shall we?"

"Huh... noted. I'd say I would keep an eye out for him, but I have a feeling that his visage will take my eyes out on their own." Ashanite sounded like the flashy type, for certain. In a way, Larimar seemed like a fitting Lieutenant for a guy like that, something in the way they carried themselves as a Negaverse agent. Regarding the wallet, Paracelsian just shrugged. "I wasn't expecting much. I think I found a piece of lint that reminded me of your hair, though." He chuckled at his weird joke and pulled out his special Memo Bombing post-it pad. He scribbled something on it and held it out to Larimar. "Consider this a parting gift, if we're wrapping up business here. Feel free to stick it anywhere you'd like. Who knows, you might find other Lieutenants or even potential recruits through this."

The post-it note read, "Gen Ash looks ridiculous." He'd truncated the names to avoid super-immediate recognition, but people in the know would probably recognize what was going on.

Paracelsian wasn't sure what he expected. Larimar clearly wasn't going to play along. That was fine; not everyone needed to accept a strange little memo token. He took the other Lieutenant's little jab calmly. "That's fine. I should be meeting my quota as well. I suppose this is where we part, then?" He took a step backward to leave, seeing if Larimar would follow at all. It didn't seem that he got the response he wanted, however, and with a wave goodbye, he disappeared into the night.