Fyceline liked to think that he was going to be the bearer of good news. He'd been keeping an eye out for the white-haired Super Senshi in green and gold, the one he'd spotted Pyrrhus approaching and grabbed that murderous alien away from. The situation seemed thoroughly obvious to Fyceline, and in Fyceline's head only; surely that poor Senshi would appreciate him removing the problem from the playing field.

It was a completely chance encounter, really--the Senshi must have been turning in energy at the same time as Fyceline (still had his duties to the Negaverse, didn't need anyone looking too close and getting upset about his personal project taking up valuable work hours, and he had a free and easy resource to drain from anyway!) and there he was.

"Excuse me," Fyceline said, coming up beside him and gently tapping him on the shoulder, "you don't know me, but I think we have a...mutual problem?"

Honestly, he needed to tell someone. What was the point of taking such a danger off the playing field if no one even knew what he'd done. And surely a man who had been followed and harassed by that alien menace would understand what he was doing.

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