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Starseeds were so ... interesting.

To think that such a small thing held a soul was such an incredibly intriguing thing to him. Evidently, souls didn't weigh terribly much after all, no matter how much their owner did or didn't do. This one's owner had been a knight. A page, his theoretical equivalent if he ever decided to discard his power. Pages didn't seem to have much fight into them, and perhaps it was the futility of their weapons. Even his dip pen could be used for more than what most of them seemed to have.

Pitiful, really.

This would go toward whatever Faustite had needed extra starseeds and energy for. He had no reason to hold it; Borax had already accomplished what he had wanted to. Perhaps he should have gleaned some information from them, but... they weren't even a meaningful threat or curiosity.

The starseed? More valuable than attempting to pull any information from a page that would soon be dead from something else, anyway.

Dismissively, he banished the starseed back to his mysterious invisible pocket and looked for someone who was either a more worthy adversary, or at least someone who may have been of more interest to the Negaverse in the first place. He felt an aura nearby, he was fairly sure. He was working on that sense, too...

Was that a knight or a senshi? Offending, either way.

The apparent knight or senshi had the audacity to disturb his deep thoughts about the starseed in his fingers and the body at his feet by coughing, of all things. If they were sick, why the hell were they out patrolling? The last thing he wanted was some mysterious form of magical power space illness or whatever counted as sickness in their particular version of humanity.

He felt the aura growing closer, and while he did still need practice with it, he was getting better at figuring out the direction. They were ahead of him, almost directly. The oblivion would make her an easy enough target, and perhaps they were someone he could add to the small collection of starseeds he was going to bring back for Faustite.

Perhaps they would be a senshi. That would be a nice pair of starseeds.

Or perhaps he could utilize this presence for another useful assignment. Categorize his enemies. Determine their threat level. Maybe get more information out of them than he had managed to get out of the now past page at his feet. He regarded the page once more down his nose like he was offended by their continued presence and not simple immediate absence, before swerving around some bins and heading toward ... the side of a building. A roof? Were they running some kind of parkour s**t back there?

Perhaps this one could be useful yet. Athleticism without even needing the powered form fully was something he couldn't do. It sounded like something beneficial to special ops, so perhaps they'd be interested in this one.

He walked up slowly behind them, suddenly stepping forward and attempting to yank him backward to her back was against his chest.

He'd give her credit where credit was due: the classic slip out of the jacket move to roll away from him wasn't the worst thing he had ever seen. He'd take note that she at least had something of a head on her shoulders, and that would be either dangerous for them or useful for them to corrupt and take advantage of later.

As she spoke more, he realized it was definitely moreso the second one than the first. Did she really expect him to just give it back? Strategic as far as it made her look cool. Didn't much consider the consequences.

It was clearly far too small for him, and safari had never been his thing, but to make a point about it, he lifted the jacket to loosely tie the sleeves around his neck so he could wear it like an off-theme cape. "Mm, nah. Think I like it better on me than on you." Seeing her suffer was bringing a bit of light to his eyes. "Thanks for the coat, Tyrannosaurus."

Of all things, that was her name? He hadn't expected to be facing someone named after a whole damn dinosaur. The concept that was echoed again in space almost made him sputter.

Almost.

"I'm plenty warm." He summoned his dip pen, flipping it around in his fingers as he measured how and where to aim. In the interim, he strode closer, working to get a better look at the femme Indiana Jones mimic he was facing. Long red hair. Green eyes. "Even more now that I have this scarf."

And then, just as a fun test, he threw the pen at her like a dart.

Get her to use her magic, perhaps.

With her unable to do terribly much to get the jacket back without attacking him for it, he was quite happy to keep it around his neck with a smirk on his face.

Alright, she was able to dodge, even if she couldn't quite process what had been thrown at her. He hummed under his breath, closing his eyes and concentrating briefly as Jadarite had told him he could do. Within a few seconds of focusing on the concept of it, his dip pen was back in his hand. "Cute, but no." He advanced just a bit closer, eyeing the tip of the pen for a moment and then eyeing her up and down. "I'm sure your knights are similarly cursed?"

From what he understood, knights did not generally have the most useful weapons. To be honest, it was questionable if what the pages carried could qualify as weapons at all. What he carried? Better for an elegant letter like he'd write to someone he wanted something from, but nevertheless.

He twirled it between his fingers.

"Really don't think it was doing you any favours either."

That was the only warning he gave before he lunged forward in an attempt to slash at her with the pen's end, or if not that, perhaps get her to use her magic.

There we go.

His endless, ceaseless taunting had finally seemingly gotten him what he wanted. Being called a tough guy brought some amusement, but he put it aside to start the count in his head. He needed to figure out just how long she could, apparently, feed. Or this dinosaur could feed, anyway.

His instinct was to move out of the way of that loud, trembling, skeleton dinosaur, but what he didn't account for was the severity of her attack. It wasn't itself damaging, not beside for the shockwave making him a bit unbalanced and that damn roar hurting his ears, but suddenly, very suddenly ... he couldn't move. He couldn't move a damn inch, in fact, and it was alarming enough to nearly distract him from his count on its own.

In the proper hands, this attack would be devastating.

... For Order, anyway.

Imagining being able to freeze someone and gank their starseed before they were even able to defend itself was an enticing enough thought that he categorized this one away, categorized it as much as he kept an active counr. Ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - fifteen --

the feelings returned. It was a shorter length than he was used to, but this in general was something different.

Curious.

He tried to jolt his body back to movement, though he found himself prodding with questions first-- "Is that your magic? Summoning trexes?"

Damn, she took her jacket back in the process -- and she had gotten close, too. A part of him mourned that he couldn't just snatch her starseed in the process of her getting so close, and another locked onto the fact that she seemed to have a fairly good understanding of tactics. She got what she wanted back and got away from him before he had the time to react and make her regret it.

And oh, he wished he could have made her regret it.

"Certainly a useful ability," because he would give her that much, truthfully. Would he tell her why? No; she didn't need to know he was actually calculating. If she thought he was just heading to tango on even footing, she was free to continue that. The naivete might have also been useful, if just to make her think that perhaps they were on her side or at least speaking to her from a perspective of fairness. "Are they looking up for you, though?"

He glanced down to his dip pen.

If only he had a more useful weapon for battle and not just for weaving words.

"Or is it just a momentary reprieve, Sailor T-Rex?"

If she could do that again, Borax wondered if he should extract himself or try to distract her, instead. He had no interest in being frozen in time again, that ability leaving him on edge even as he advanced toward her, moving the dip pen in his hand. If he got a chance to, maybe he could just ... poke her with it as it were.