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Perhaps tonight was Sedna's lucky night.

Lounging just across the street from the park, gazing upon the rotting remains of yet another destroyed youma, Carnelian's long legs dangled over the windowsill on which he sat. The bank that served as his perch had a long history in Destiny City, its architecture reflecting its longstanding presence. Impressive arches and Grecian pillars made the bank's facade incredibly intricate compared to the surrounding buildings. Upon that deep windowsill, the corrupted senshi leaned against the window, one leg over the other, watching.

He'd already fulfilled his quota, so anything extra was just icing on the cake. The senshi below looked to be an actual sailor, with the pirate hat to match. Interesting.

"Hey, you! You're not up to anything naughty, are you!?"

Carnelian wasn't expecting that kind of accosting from someone who didn't appear to be all that young. A regal eyebrow was raised and the corrupt smiled at Sedna with mirth in his eyes, a hand pressed to his chest in faux offense. Oh, you sweet summer child.

"Moi~? Up to anything naughty?" If a halo could have appeared above his head (with horns, really, let's not kid ourselves), it would simply make this situation that much better. The corrupt simply had to find out who this was, and why they were so innocent and precious and on the wrong side, which was such a travesty. Dropping down to the street level, jacket furling around him, Carnelian sauntered up to this young lady to investigate.

She was cute, in an innocent sort of way, dressed like those historical reenactment clubs he'd seen fliers for in the library and bookstores. "I'm not currently up to anything naughty, but that could change, if you like."

"You'd prefer me more... innocent?" Carnelian nearly batted his eyes. "That's a shame. I seem to have left my halo at home..."

She seemed uncomfortable, fidgeting. How did one get to Super rank without some kind of familiarity with the war? Maybe she'd just been lucky all this time. As much as he'd like to test her abilities, he didn't want to break a nail, possibly ruin his outfit or become bloody and bruised. It was oftentimes difficult to tell how powerful someone's magic was just by how they dressed and carried themselves.

"I don't believe we've met before. My name is Carnelian. Who are you? Dressed like that, I'm sorry to say I've not seen you previously. You're awfully cute to be out here, all alone. Would you like to keep me company~?"

Carnelian sighed at Sedna. How did someone so innocent survive this long? The corrupted senshi held his chin on the heel of his hand and regarded her as such a precious commodity. Someone had to notify the higher-ups about her. She would be the perfect candidate for the Negaverse, someone so precious and innocent that it pulled at Carnelian's heartstrings.

"Oh stop," he chided. The corrupt senshi reached out to cup her cheeks in his hands. Sedna was just about as tall as Carnelian as well. "I like you so much already. I promise I'm not up to anything evil~ In fact, you'd be proud to know I've never killed anyone, unlike some of my compatriots. I'm practically an angel. Don't tell me the White Moon had lied to you about how everyone in the Negaverse is a bloodthirsty killer. It's simply not true~!"

The redhead simply wanted to bundle her up and take her home to be bathed in a darkness that would make her more powerful, and more importantly... on his side.

Ah, now she was asking the good questions. Smart girl, despite the White Moon likely not even training her or explaining just how she was trying to purge the Earth to make way for an alien invasion...

Taking his hands away from her face, Carnelian tucked them away into the pockets of his plush jacket. They were meant to be together, he decided. They both wore jackets, after all! And besides, she was too cute to just let go. Axinite would receive a detailed report shortly after their parting. Carnelian simply had to have her, the precious thing.

"Why? Because the White Moon senshi tried to murder me, even as a civilian. They tried to murder two of my cousins as well! And... I hear the White Moon hope to use their magic to murder many more of us. Some of them band together in Courts to organize these attacks. Innocent civilians as well! Can you believe that? I'm lucky to be alive today, talking to you."

"Oh Sedna, I already told you how much I liked you. You're doing nothing but endearing yourself more to me."

In truth, she really was - that innocent sense of justice, that black-and-white view of the world. She was a sweet thing, a precious thing, and Carnelian wanted nothing more for that spark and fervor to be on his side of the playing field. The corrupted senshi was already jotting down the finer points of his detailed report in his mind, eager to present the information to General-King Axinite. Carnelian would even put in the request to have the two partnered in some capacity, so he could pinch her cheeks whenever he wanted to.

"War is an ugly thing, Sedna. But I can promise you this - I personally haven't killed anyone. No one has died from my hands. That makes me a little more innocent than the rest, right? Maybe I can take you up on the offer to escort me home to find my halo~?"

Carnelian chuckled quietly, already writing the report in his head to present to Axinite. He had to have Sedna. She was too precious, too cute, too innocent. In some ways, Sedna reminded him of Lace, who he'd already adopted as a furry daughter of sorts. Sedna was too good for the White Moon, too pure. She needed someone to love her, always, and Carnelian would step up to the plate without hesitation.

Holding out his arm, the corrupt gestured for Sedna to take it. "No, darling, I hadn't planned on it? Dark alleys aren't really my style, anyway. There is another redhead you'll want to be wary of - Obsidian. He doesn't seem to like anyone that isn't him..."

And so they walked and chatted, without any imminent or obvious danger present to Sedna. She would not find herself ambushed, or n any dark alleys, and she would not find her starseed mishandled (or handled at all!) Indeed, Carnelian was a corrupt of his word, though they would have to part ways before they reached his condo, just to protect his identity. He would rush to tell Axinite about the one he so desperately wanted as soon as possible, and hopefully... that desire would produce results.