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Strengite was just relaxing while pretending to work. Really she was people watching. Deciding if any of the officers she saw strolling down the halls or around doors were worth her time or attention. She really did need to start putting together her own little collection of minions. Granted, relying on Beni and her ‘teammates’ was much easier. But Strengite knew that if she was ever going to reach General she needed to show she had what it took to run a team. Hence the people watching.

She also had her file of plans in front of her. The file that General King Lepidolite had taken an interest in. He had actually seemed interested in several but this was one of the ones that could be run by a much smaller group. It still needed work but with luck she could get it into production soon. Luck and some assistance from the higher ups… both monetary and personnel wise.

That actually sparked two more ideas, which the Captain quickly pulled out a small little notebook to scribble out the two words; temp agency, loan shark/bank/cash checking. She knew that they had already done a bank thing but running a scheme where they were the money was likely a good pivot for work that was lost when the bank burned. “What is with them and fires anyway,” She muttered absently, tapping her pen on her book.

She was dutifully writing out ideas and notes, completely ignoring the people passing. Yes she needed to gather a following of her own but right now her mind was focused on the ghostly plans that were slowly solidifying in her brain. So much so that when Strengite stood up to hurry home, for further research, the Captain hadn’t realized that there was a Corrupt Senshi that was also walking down her particular part of the hall at the same time.

Lucky Strengite wasn’t as unaware of her surroundings as she could have been, just barely. The Captain came to a sudden stop, her own skirt swirling around her, just before a collision could occur. She closed her notebook with an audible snap even as silver eyes took in the form of the senshi. “Pardon,” The pale haired woman said with a slight grin. It might not be the friendliest action but it also wasn’t hostile. She had been the one to nearly run the senshi over after all. Besides, no point in burning bridges just yet. The magical girl could be useful. Maybe.

Strengite reached out a steading hand when the corrupt seemed to stumble, “Careful. Are you ok?” She asked once the other female seemed solid on her feet. “I can bet dealing with all that hair would be quite a task,” Her absent minded comment was followed by a polite shrug. She was already contemplating just how useful this senshi could be. Was it worth cultivating a friendly environment? See if it's worth spinning up her own little group? Or was it just better to cut her losses and go back to chasing down the ideas that were always growing inside her mind?

“Oh, no, not really. Just in a rush to get the thoughts out and in some semblance of order. You know how it is? So many questions and so little time.” Cordial was a better bet. It was much easier to turn cold or worse if Strengite decided later that knowing this little corruption wasn’t worth the time or energy it took. “What about you? I didn’t interrupt anything did I? You seemed to be hurrying somewhere as well.”

“That's right,” Strengite nodded as she remembered a little tidbit that she had overheard at some point. “They don’t like you do they? Shame really.” She needed to make a mental note of this, again. If any of her plans used youma in any way she would have to make sure there were precautions in place so any allies weren’t injured. Strengite didn’t care per say but it would look bad. Besides, if injuries occurred it would be harder to find others to work with her, and that would make it harder to be promoted. That was something she wanted to avoid if possible. “As for your hair… I guess having some hair ties would also be useful, at least in the short term.” She added absently, glad that she wasn’t one of the unfortunate few that had to deal with miles and miles of hair. Her own hair was a pain sometimes and that was just waist length.

But that's neither here nor there. Right now all she had to worry about was figuring out a way to implement the General King’s suggestions… and maybe working on the other ideas when she got a chance. “I don’t suppose you know anything about temp agencies do you?” Strengite asked, even as she shifted possession so she was now next to the corrupt. “Come, walk with me. I’m sure they won’t bother you while I’m here.” She said with more assurance then she actually felt. “What about pay-day loans? Any knowledge on those?”

“A pharmacist eh?” Strengite smiled and looped her arm around the corrupt’s. “Do tell me more.”

With that they continued to walk and talk, the captain’s ideas forming as they went.

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