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Borax was on the hunt.

That was, perhaps, his typical mode. These days, unlike when his assignment was simply to gather information, he didn't necessarily immediately approach every aura he felt. Borax didn't need to intentionally smack his face into every glowing obscene aura he felt on his radar just to make sure he was overperforming so solidly he gained attention. His duties were more finessed now, especially with the consideration that he needed to perhaps rebuild an informant network.

Still, he had noticed the eternal signature. It was hard to miss, and Borax, as he had since the demise of the bank, felt particularly incensed. It would be ... thrilling to watch blood stain white wings.

Perhaps it would give him a bit of the rush he felt he missed from not assisting Faustite with Cybele.

His spear was summoned to his hand without another thought, and he twirled it like a cheerleader's baton before heading forward. While he made no effort to charge it face-on, he knew that if he could feel the source, the source could absolutely feel him. There was no point in acting as if he could hide or get the jump.

...Though.

It was with a clever little smirk that he remembered an ability newer to him, and he was suddenly elsewhere in the vicinity. He knew he was likely still in the eternal's range, but ... let them come find him.

He recognized that forsaken voice.

That was the one who he nearly successfully killed but then she stole him to her planet. There was a part of him still bitter about that, and another part of him still curious about the tea that she claimed to give nightmares. There was another part still that was curious about the purpose of lighting those fires on her planet. He did it for the sake of having the knowledge, but did it provide her an advantage that he wasn't aware of?

It was interesting that her aura was different now. She got an upgrade. Perhaps lighting that fire had been part of that.

And he hadn't yet. He still stood as a captain.

Son of a ******** b***h.

He swirled his spear around again, moving it to a position of pointing forward before considering his relatively new ability. He had been practicing teleportation, it took the civilians quite by surprise, but he would have to make sure he triangulated perfectly for what he planned to do. He didn't know what her magic was now, and he certainly didn't want to be suffering for it.

Borax breathed.

And then he appeared what he hoped was behind her.

He had landed a hit.

The question was, was the hit effective enough to do what he intended? It didn't seem so, because she wasn't laying on the ground the way she had been before, and she definitely still seemed alive when she looked at him. A pity really.

A pity for him, because she wasted no time launching her attack on him. He made mental note of it, he started counting down the time as he could, but everything felt like it was on fire.

His skin was sensitive, his skin was strange and clammy, his skin was on fire.

Borax couldn't quite help the way he hissed even between his mental count, and was only through experience counting through an eternal attack like Cybele's that it didn't entirely break his concentration. His grip on the spear became white-knuckle-tight, partially as a way to channel the pain, much in the way he did when he had originally gotten upgraded. He couldn't let her see it.

She could probably see it ******** maid b***h.

He growled, and attempted to fumble through how much everything incredibly hurt to shove her a little bit further away from him. He didn't know what kind of radius her attacks had, but she needed to get away from him nonetheless.

Borax was going to need some time to think about his approach, but he needed to see how her attack ended first.

Perhaps to the right observer, her actions were quite justified. He had nearly murdered her last time he was here, and she was there, and she had the same amount of power as he did. To Borax, though, this felt particularly vile.

She should be ******** dead.

Borax quickly attempted to right himself when she shoved him towards the center, noting that like the other eternals he had dealt with, she had certainly gotten more strength too. Not much he could do about that at this juncture other than shove through it and try his best not to show how much it felt like everything was burning.

It burned until it didn't.

His skin felt raw, and when he looked down at his hands for a moment he half expected to see blistering throughout. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't, but at this point it didn't matter. He needed to ******** finish what he started because this b***h apparently was now a bigger problem than just strangely proficient at fighting.

Borax swirled back toward her, ignoring the fact that his feet didn't particularly like that, and brandished his spear at her. As before, he had no particular speech, no particular thing to say to her, he just advanced forward in hopes of maybe actually killing her this time.

It wasn't like Cybele, where at the very least in that first encounter he could count on her leaving him alone.

And she hit him with that blinding slick bullshit, he took mental note that she probably didn't have another one of those burning every part of his body attacks. Good to know for the update he needed to make to her entry, good to know for the general references he needed to make for her at large--

He attempted to shove through the fact that he could barely see, closing one eye and keeping the other just barely open to figure out where her outline was. Keeping one eye closed would stop him from seeing spots when he was able to open them back up at least.

There she was--

He paused and stop before he reached her, in part because the ground was slick and in part because her statement was completely unexpected.

There were several people he wanted to work on either convincing to join the Negaverse or at least be pried into giving him information. She was not one of the people he expected in either bucket. He thought that force corrupting her could have some utility, but he didn't think that a willing switch of sides would be particularly in the cards.

"You're serious."

She sounded it, but he really couldn't be sure considering all the circumstances around everything.

"You want to join the Negaverse. You." Maybe he should get his boss down here before she got off the drugs. "Why should I even ******** trust you?"

If this was a way to get him to let his guard down, the spear did not get lowered.

As the attack faded off, he took the piece of paper with his free hand that she was offering him.

A resume.

He couldn't help his guffaw of disbelief, the fact that she was literally trying to apply like it was a ******** interview. Of all the people he was pursuing, this was not the result he expected. He would give her that much, she had managed to surprise him.

But he wasn't wanting to give up easily.

"Alright," he scanned the sheet, "Emily." God, every part about her was literally just maid wasn't it. She did look like an Emily.

"I'll entertain this." His voice was quite jocular, much like the cat that ate the canary without getting to eat anything himself. "But there are two things I would like to ask first."

He slipped his pen out of his pocket.

"One, you are fully willing right? It won't matter if you're not. My superior would not take well to you simply not joining after being called in. You will either become willing to join, or you will simply be dead. Won't that be poetic."

He smirked as he stepped just a bit closer, still not quite lowering his spear.

"Two, Emily Moffat. Would you so happen to have some of that, what is it?" He gestured widely at the air, letting the resume flap around a bit. "Nightmare causing tea on you?"

She would make an interestingly good fit for infiltration, but fortunately and unfortunately. There were other people on the team that she could hook up with immediately, Jadarite and Lilith--not that he had seen her recently--the first two that came to mind. They could get her set back up with something in that realm, even if it wasn't a million followers on some kind of cleaning channel on youtube.

Some people found those things really soothing. He didn't. He hired people to do that.

"Quite surprising you take such a path. Did you lose someone recently? Or did Order stop seeming so appealing?" He raised a brow. "Perhaps the idea of digging around in someone's chest and stealing their soul for yourself has a bit of appeal beyond that."

He still wanted to root around in her chest, but he had something to look forward to.

That tea, for one.

"You live, you're getting me that tea." He tilted his head. Best to make sure he was clear. "And you're not making it for me. You're giving me a bunch of the leaves. Large tin. Loose leaf." Borax had wanted to get his hands on that the moment it was brought up. This was his closest to a shot at actually getting it. And if she died, there was nothing lost really, other than the fact that he wouldn't be able to maybe get a little bit more tasty torture in.

A pity, that.

Absently, as he pulled up Faustite's information so painfully slow, he couldn't help but to spend a bit more time thinking about that storage unit. It wasn't a part of the initial deal that he made, but he could certainly ask after it. "Your mind isn't guaranteed to make it through this. Have you left the location of the storage unit with anyone?"

He could figure out who it was under anyway, the timing even if she put it under a different name than her own would help him figure out where to find it, but having a name of somebody to threaten would be perfect.