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She was right in that there was someone else around on the same tasks as she was.

Not that he wanted to be.

He had no idea what Faustite was on about when he had assigned an expanded quota to his expanded web of a team. He implied that it was necessary for something upcoming and he needn't worry about it, which made Fulgurite inclined to take him at his word because the more he thought the worse is got, but by the same token, what was this energy going to go for? Was it something ever worse than anything else the Negaverse had done? Just as bad? Just kinda mid?

Fulgurite had camped out above a later open cafe, sitting on the roof and taking some energy lackadaisically from the freshly caffeinated civilians. He had barely noticed the other aura at the edges of his senses, though as it grew closer, he glanced in its direction.

Basic. Corrupt, like him. He wondered if she had been given a choice like Selinur had asked him about, or if they had been just as forced as he was.

Fulgurite noticed the basic senshi opt not to just look in his direction but start to make her way up to him. He knew that for basics scaling these heights was considerably harder even if it had been years since he thought about it, but that meant he was willing just to keep himself put. No matter if she came willingly or was forced, he didn't want to make her life more difficult. He'd see if she could make it to him before moving, first.

And she did, eventually, out of breath as she was. Not that he could blame her.

"It's going." Fulgurite sapped up just a bit of extra energy before tucking what he had gathered away for the moment. It wasn't enough, but it was enough to keep Faustite's and Albite's eyes off him for now. "Lots of people milling around means plenty of opportunity. Still enough people around that I can pick up some interesting gossip," and ideas for his next fanfiction, "just from watching people that I don't know interact."

There was a couple near the front of that little shop over there, for example. He expected something was tense between them, because she kept leaning forward and the dude kept shifting and crossing his arms and uncrossing them. Probably a fight. Perhaps one did not want to go somewhere or buy something the other did-- "Are you new?" By her aura, he assumed the answer was yes.

"Fulgurite. Of Springs."

Fulgurite snorted under his breath at nold. She had a sense of humour about the whole thing at least. Personally, he would have just let himself remain that way if he had found an opportunity that had let him slip away so easily, but chaos was a beckoning of power, wasn't it?

And it was hard to stay away from a power so ravenous.

"Well, welcome back," unfortunately, perhaps, but it wasn't his job to project his general malaise with everything at a noldbie, "Beatrix of Dullahan." A part of him was tempted to project it, really. If someone did not have the deeply entrenched connections that he did, both known by the Negaverse and known by him--his family, his family--maybe they could leave.

The thought of even suggesting as much felt wrong.

Talking about telenovelas? That was considerably better. "Oh, good catch! I am. Honestly, coming out here to drain can come with some free entertainment sometimes." And free inspiration, because life was always stranger than fiction. "Pretty sure that guy over there," he jerked his head in the direction of one of the alleyways, "is working on a deal of some sort. He keeps talking on his phone and pacing, and then it stops, he doesn't talk for a bit, and then gets called back."