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He tapped his stave on a lamppost, eyes scanning the area for the source of his current roaming. It was not like the normal chaotic energy he knew from the negaverse. This was new, yet also not. It sat heavy on the back of his tongue and bristled against his skin. He should know it, but did not.

Ice blue eyes rolled over the area once more and when he felt that brush of chaos once more, he tapped his staff with his steps as he walked towards it’s source.

“Come out little spark.” He said, trying to see just who he was up against possibly.
“I know you are not a youma, but also not one of my.. hrm.” He held off on saying allies. There was a chance he was dealing with a hostile force after all.

“You are of chaotic nature, yet not an agent of Metalia, it leaves me at a bit of a loss as to whom I am dealing with. I’d rather not needlessly dirty my hands if you do not mind.” Lacedaemon set his staff to his side, waiting.
“Plus it is a fine night for pleasing company is it not?”

Ice blues eyes that were pale caught the faint light, a flickering darkness in them hinting that the man was not as entirely kind as he would present himself. Yet if it was violent or not was too difficult to tell. His posture too lax, his hands loose on his weapon, and his body language casual.

“Ah, the little one comes to light.” He smiled, running his gaze over her, appraising, “very little I see. But there is a saying about power in tiny forms do they not? I don’t care much for idioms but it is true.” He tilted his head, wondering how she was so young and yet so wickedly corrupt and powerful. Perhaps something worth asking one of this land’s generals if he should find the time.

“Miss Chrysocolla; it is beautiful name, though I am sadly unfamiliar with that mineral. I can only assume it is as vibrant as you.” He bowed at the waist, head up to not remove his gaze from her.
“Knight Lacedaemon of Castor. As to who my kind of people are, you will find as you get older your horizons broaden considerably. Please, will you allow me the pleasure of your company this evening, or, just but a few short moments of your time?”

He looked at her and smiled at the unease radiating off of her.
“You are nervous- tense? Ah, I did not mean to make you feel so. I may be a knight, but my priorities are not with conflict; unless of course you desire it so.” The word was spoken just a little differently than others. Implication without implying anything but face value. A threat and promise.

He was not above cruelty or unkindness, but he would not offer it if it was not wanted.

“But, thank you dear Chrysocolla, I promise, you will not regret your decision.” He held out a hand, expectant.
“Walk with me?” If she took his hand or not mattered little, because shortly thereafter he began to lead them on a slow walk down the road, unafraid of any possible vehicles.
“Do you need to appease your superiors so badly? If so I would be more than fine offering a bit of myself to your cause. It would not be the first time. I just want to enjoy the night really, it has been a long time since I was last here in Destiny City. Much has changed.”

He looked at her without moving his head,
“Any places you recommend I visit? Any to avoid as to not be too common a tourist?”

“Is it?’ he asked, sharply.
“They demand you report to them, gather energy for them at the risk of your life in exchange for a paltry portion of their power. If you did not wish for a superior, you say you would not have one. So does this mean you crave to be held to another’s whims, another’s wants and desires?” He smirked, ice eyes clearly pleased with the twist of the conversation.

“You give yourself too little credit tesora, you hid behind your chaos mask, but you know more than you let on, don’t you?” He kept walking.
“You walk with a knight of your hated enemy because you do not fear me, fear reprimand for not seeking my starseed or energy. No dear Chrysocolla, you serve Metalia because it brings you a pleasure, just as what I do brings me satisfaction when the night gives way to dawn.”

He chuckled. The full on deep chuckle that was the kind you saw on TV when the villain thought he had an upper hand. Lacedaemon looked to the senshi, debating before he nodded his head.

"The rush of power? The thrill of holding someone else under your sway? Their fate in you hands? It is not a bad place to be, under another's command, yet also able to force others to bend to your will. Personally, I find being forced to serve a hindrance. I would much rather take control than relinquish it."

His open and closed his fist.

"How do you know I would not cause you pain yet? The saying they is it not, 'there are more than one ways to skin a cat?" He smirked.
"Not everything we think of as painful is really thus. It is all about perception and context. You could take my energy, but can you be certain I would feel pain from it? You might eat a soft serve too fast. The rocks on a beach. Pain, but unwelcome. It is all perception and context. Just as is our so called war. Chaos and Order."

He didn’t notice her bristling, her distaste of him, and even he had? He wouldn’t have cared.
“You’re feisty.” He said suddenly.
“Good. I like a woman with fire. Castor is all cold and ice, knowing a woman like you is against me- dare I say, it leaves me warm and fuzzy. Makes things interesting.” He smiled, a bit of the charm lost now, the varnish fading away.
“Do you want to be hurt?” He asked, eyes locking on her own.
“I won’t unless you ask first. As for killing me, you may try but you will fail, and then you’d find that not all are who they appear to be even under our names and false masks.” He was too valuable to kill, so he thought.

“Do you like the person you are Chrysocolla? Or would you rather become more than what you are? Better than what you are forced to be?”

Ah well.

Lacedaemon knew when he'd broken his mask too quickly, moved too sharply. And this woman must have caught on. Perhaps he'd be more mindful of the future.

Her eyes were expressive in their emotion.

"Chrysocolla." He practically purred her name and he stepped to narrow the gap between them.
"Consider this a small gift. A bit of insight from someone who has played at war far longer than you with far less magic and glamor than you-" He smiled, cold and brutal.

"Your greatest ally will always be your greatest foe. Remember that little gem, and you might one day be able to reach past your keepers." His staff in hand he gave a bow.

"One day you may be more than their simple pet."