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Since returning to the Dark Kingdom from her Winter vacation with Wolframite, Lavendulan had kind of taken a bit of a hiatus in terms of patrol duties for the last almost two months while the two of them recovered. During that time, if she wasn’t working on repairing the damage to their relationship then she was in one of the research facilities working on a new prototype for Queen Laurelite. An item that would be useless to most officers but would allow her, and others like her, to extend their glamour time beyond the current time constraints.

As it was, she had reached a point where more energy was needed for this little project and rather than ask for some from the reserves, Laven had instead sought out a General from the cafeteria to taxi her to Destiny City. At least they were kind enough to not ask for compensation otherwise she would have to pull Wolframite away from his current tasks and if she did that he would inevitably join her as well.

It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want his company rather that she had become acutely aware that she needed to get stronger. A year had already come and gone since Lopezite found her at the lakehouse and took her under his wing, a year and she was still a weak Lieutenant, begging for someone to take her outside like a child who was not old enough to go out on their own. It was humiliating at time and, to be frank, a huge pain in the a**; but there was no real way to work around it.

Her hope had been that by proving her devotion to the negaverse by completing this project for their Queen, she would have earned the right to a promotion. That is assuming that is how those things worked. Honestly, she wasn’t sure… All she had to go off of was Lopezite, Wolframite and Tinaksite’s experiences and even then the circumstances and reasoning around them were confusing and without consistency.

Either way, freedom was still the main goal here and once she became a Captain she would no longer have to ask around for help. That in and of itself was reason not to give up and keep trucking along.

Lavendulan drew in a deep breath of that crip yet chill air then exhaled slowly. The cold bite awoke her senses much like a fresh cup of hot coffee now that she was free of the confines of the unfortunate place she was forced to call home. Living in the barracks really sucked and really wasn’t suited for long time residency.

At least Spring was definitely coming which was evident by the few cherry trees that were starting to bloom. Hopefully this summer, if the rings were ready, she would have the ability to hold a job again and enjoy the sun she so desperately craved. In the meantime, however, she had a task and in order to complete it she needed to find some civilians to drain.

The goal was to not be seen, to use her water form in order to get close to her target and then siphon off a bit of energy.

No harm, no foul.

Unfortunately, it seemed that she was a bit out of practice in that her own carelessness had caused the woman to turn around when she caught sight of Laven’s reflection in a car window while she waited for a bus. The shrill scream was startling in its own right, causing the half-youma’s ears to ring and for a moment she was happy that Wolframite wasn’t here since his hearing was more sensitive than hers was.

Carefully she moved the woman to the alleyway away from any dumpsters and set her down so that her back was against the brick wall. Brown curls cascaded over the woman's shoulder as she slumped to the side having been panic-drained just to shut her up before she could bring too much attention to the situation.

Seemed it was all for not, however, when a strong aura approached from behind and cleared her throat.

Lavendulan’s body tensed, her pupils drew into thin lines as she tried to suppress a growl of warning. Her youma side did not much care to be cornered like prey, although thankfully she had a unique way out of a situation like this.

“Can I help you?” She asked, eyes narrowing warily in the Senshi’s direction.

“You can ask your questions from where you’re at, there’s no reason to come any closer.” Pupils pulled into thin slits, Laven’s eyes narrowed at the senshi. Even though the use of her magic would allow for an easy escape, she didn’t really didn’t appreciate feeling like her back was against the wall or that she was being cornered.

Laven quickly yet carefully finished propping the woman up against the side of the building before rising to her feet. Even at her full height, she had to look up at the senshi.

“Heh…” <******** my life She mentally rolled her eyes. Of course she’d be stronger and taller. Sometimes it really sucked being only 5’2”, but at least it made her harder to hold onto which was a bonus she guessed.

“I won’t guarantee you’ll like my answers, assuming I have them that is.” Sure there was gossip in the Dark Kingdom cafeteria at times but she rarely ate in there anyways. If anything of importance was said she might only have half the story at best.

For the briefest of moments Laven’s expression shifted to one of interest. It was fleeting, however, it was most definitely there. Was it possible that she encountered the one that had turned her into a half youma? Could it be that the agent that, for all intents and purposes, killed her might be up to their old habits again?

“I’m willing to listen, but keep in mind I’m just a lieutenant. Nobody really talks to me especially since I’m a half-youma.” Full ones were treated like pets by some, a personal companion that went on patrols with their agent and listened to their commands. From what she was told there was a chance she might have one too but she would have to reach captain first to be able to claim one.

“I function on a need to know basis.” This meant that more than likely if there was some sort of uprising or active mission, then she was not in the loop of any specifics or details. But she may have overheard someone boasting about some score that had been settled or hard-fought battled that had been won. “So, tell me, what did this person look like?”