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With real-world responsibilities, Vauxite was having a difficult time balancing his responsibilities as an agent with his new job that often kept him after hours, as well as taking care of his dog, Riley. Somehow he needed to find a way to work smarter, not harder. Unfortunately, as some days go, today was not going to be that day.

Plans had been made with Rakovanite to meet up so he could hand over the energy he had collected. However, he wasn’t quite done with it and time was running out. Vauxite had only served under the General for four months but he was not in mind to disappoint him by coming up short.

Like before, he sought out a familiar area that he knew would have few people wandering about at this hour. Usually, those out on the streets were up to no good; drug deals on corners of streets with kids that look like they’re barely out of high school. Truth be told he’d rather fight a drunk instead of someone high as a kite, simply because they were easier to trip up and more predictable.

Sadly beggars couldn’t be choosers and he had to settle for whatever he could find. His quota was almost complete but before he could start draining anybody, he had to take care of a signature that had wandered close enough for him to sense it.

A Page, vibrant purple hair and a seafoam tealish green uniform. From where he stood it was difficult to tell what planet or whatever they belonged to, but honestly… he really didn’t care. Their presence put him at risk and he wasn’t inclined to have a repeat incident from when the Senshi showed up and well- thinking about it would only cloud his judgment and get him upset.

The corrupt showed up and helped him and the outcome was all that mattered.

Without the ability to teleport, or Gremlin here to help hide his own signature, the only course of action Vauxite had was to simply run towards the signature and hope it was enough to spook them into leaving; if not, then throwing his plastic icicle daggers may do the trick.

Vauxite steeled himself against any remorse he may feel later and did not pause when the Page chose to defend himself instead of run away.

He did not think much on his actions and brought one arm back then extended it forward quickly, releasing one of his weapons to throw straight at the teal-clad knight. His fist then balled into a fist to follow through with a punch to wherever he saw an opening.

While he had no memory of being a violent person, somehow this move felt familiar to him, as if he’d done it before but couldn’t think of an instance when it would have been needed. Not all that strange, he supposed since it was probably a short-term memory thing and not something he’d need to remember.

The discarded piece of plastic was re-summoned back to his hand. Vauxite did not stop in his advance, spinning he swung an arm out to slash at him with the piece of plastic. A non-lethal weapon but would still likely hurt if hit; assuming it didn’t break of course.

He didn’t want to consider the Page’s question, to give thought to his claim of doing nothing. Doing such would only bring doubt in his mind and he did not want to see them for anything more than they actually were; an enemy. Their signature felt wholly wrong to him and it was their fault he had to change his identity.

The logistics of what happened before he awoke in the Dark Kingdom were still fuzzy, but he returned covered in his own blood from injuries that could have only been dealt by one of them.

Vauxite’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, anger clawed at him from within and he surged forward with a roundhouse kick aimed high at the other man’s chest.

Despite his better judgment, Vauxite stopped his assault; however, his posture and overall demeanor were primed and ready to continue without notice. “I don’t speak for anyone else,” he sneered. Eyes narrowed and lip curled he appeared almost feral if not for his focused gaze.

“Your group cost me everything. My life. My family” Had to leave his job and pretend that he got killed in a motorcycle accident to keep his mother and sister from looking for him. He’d once stood behind them in the checkout line at the grocery store and neither recognized his new face nor the sound of his voice when he’d pretended to answer a phone call.

It broke his heart because he missed them both dearly but at least this way he knew they would remain out of harm's way and he could protect them from the shadows. “I’m of mind to return the favor.” Like a rubber band that had been pulled so far back that it eventually snapped; he lunged forward again with another punch aimed for the Page’s face.

Was there ever just one person to blame? In war wasn’t it the faction as a whole that was responsible and held liable for any wrongdoing? For the s**t he’d been blamed for already, or would be blamed for in the future for simply being a Negaverse Agent… why should this Page be exempt?

Vauxite wasn’t out here to make friends with any White Moon Senshi or their Knights. All he wanted was to be left alone so he could collect his quota in peace.

Never had he left anyone so drained that they were passed out on the ground for someone else to find. Nor had he ever killed anyone by taking their Starseed. Yet because he had the potential of such savage things, Order was there to condemn him for things he hadn’t done.

Such a double standard…

He stopped in his pursuit, threw both weapons at the Page then summoned them back to his hands. “Regardless of your involvement,” or lack thereof, he mentally added while pointing the end of his plastic icicle at the other man accusingly. “You are my enemy.” Their opposing auras were evidence enough of this fact.

Vauxite could have stopped him, could have swung a leg out to trip the knight in his hasty retreat. If he wanted, he could have kept them from leaving.

But he didn’t…

All Vauxite wanted was to complete his quota without the interference of some White Moon Senshi or Knight that happened upon him and it appeared that that goal had been met. The absolute hate he felt caused a tightness in his chest and in the aftermath of their shortlived fight, all he could do was remain stationary; tight fists held onto the plastic weapons to the point of nearly breaking them if it wasn’t for the fact they were solid instead of hollow core.

One deep breath and then another.

Eventually the aura disappeared beyond his range of sensing and only then was Vauxiate about to release the built-up tension in his shoulders, to massage his temples and smooth out the crease formed by his furrowed brow.

Clearly, he needed to find a way to work through these issues before his emotional response got the better of him again. For now though, he was at least calm enough to complete his original task in mostly peace and quiet, at least once his target fell asleep after he finished taking energy from them.