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 Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2019 12:14 pm
Captain Crocoite was inside his little store, though operating hours were well over and he was no longer on the clock, so to speak. Generally, he avoided being powered up when he was in his personal spaces, like his home and this place. He owned the building, and he ran the store for pleasure more than for profit, having already set himself up with what he needed before he ever came to this city. So someone noticing a negaverse aura at it quite regularly would probably be a pretty easy mystery to solve, should they bother looking into things.
The backroom, however, was where he kept his special collection. It was rare to be able to add to it, as he had to have the perfect situation come up. But sometimes, just sometimes, a person would wander into his store at just the right time, with just the right story, and just the right allure to make him want the ultimate prize from them.
He ran an antique store that offered trades and loans. He did not exactly like the associations people made with the title 'pawn shop', but that was more accurately what he was. He bartered willingly for interesting stories, and the items attached to them. Trade was his specialty, and if someone wanted something from the store, he generally required a trade over money. The last person, who was still on the floor in the front room, had given him more than a cute miniature rocking horse with a small storage compartment, but his starseed as well.
Oddly enough, he managed to leave the front door to his shop open, and was just coming back from his now locked and covered cabinet of curious items and a few starseeds waiting to be taken in for his quota. He just needed to document them as they were, what they belonged to, before he turned them over. But first, he had a body to get rid of.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2019 3:35 pm
Adorea knew better than to be exploring areas that were not safe; in fact, she'd been told on more than one occasion that she absolutely should not be in areas she wasn't familiar with alone. For one thing the senshi was too inexperienced if things did go south and that might get her killed; and even if she did find something amiss then it was more than likely far outside of her current ability set to be able to solve the conundrum.
Nevertheless, the red head was always going to be true to herself and that meant that she was once again in an area that she really shouldn't have been in.
She'd been aware of the strange ping for quite some time now, it was there fairly frequently and while she had been well behaved before now, it had become a persistent source of curiosity and concern for her the longer she'd left it. Adorea had seen what they did after all, draining the energy of the unfortunate and leaving them to the elements, feeding whatever creature they so desperately needed to satisfy. If she left this one lingering for too long then who knew what it might do, right?
It was just her luck that the door had been left open despite the opening times out front and even though she was technically trespassing, she had already taken several steps in to the stores. Not that she recognised the place, it wasn't one she would frequent as she'd never been terribly interested in antiques.
Alas, it was just as Crocoite was returning that her eyes caught a glimpse of what lay ahead of her. At first she thought it was simply another comatose individual, knocked out by that which she had suspected of being present. Or at least she had until she realised that this one wasn't breathing, what lay in front of her wasn't a person so much as a shell of one.
"Oh my god..."
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