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There was no hidden bonus to becoming an eternal senshi. No magical trick that would allow you to save those you loved. All in all you got a new attack and feathers on your a**. You did get 'eternal' tagged onto your name which sounded pretty badass. It also sounded pretty...eternal. Like, forever. Castor wasn't super keen on the idea but hey, he could punch things with his fist covered in magical ice. A good a trade off in his world view.

One other thing about being eternal? You were supposedly 10x more badass then your normal senshi counterparts. So when Castor spied a 'newbie' he felt a sort of obligation to help them out. By helping them out, it ment harassing them into a battle or to train with him. After all, he was teaching them! Sort of. Kind of.
"Hey newbie!" Jumping down from a warehouse, Castor winced at the smell of lowtide. One reason he rarely came out to the docks. "What's up. Couldn't help but notice you're kind of...not doing anything." She had been kicking a can. "At all. Why aren't you running around scouting for youma?"

He would a find a youma for her to fight if she needed one. They were all over these days.

Not good enough! Here was a senshi, perfectly new, and not doing anything. Clearly, someone had yet to give her the 411 of senshi awesomeness that was 'how to kick bad guy a** like a pro'. Castor found her lack of badassery and need to be a badass disturbing. Even if she and Atlas would have probably been best friends in the 'I am fine watching department'.

"I don't think you're going to head in just yet Red. " Her new nickname. Castor did so love to hand them out. "With so many baddies out, I'm pretty sure you're just not looking hard enough. or it really is a slow day. In which case-" He walked over, holding out a hand. Introductions were in order. "Eternal Sailor Castor. And I-" He was grinning ear to ear, "- will find us a youma to fight." The sound of metal crashing into metal echoed down the pier. "Or a youma will find us. One of the two."

"Gun." Mind, blown. Castor had just met perhaps the best senshi ever. And now, he could see her in battle. OH. YES. "Tonight Gunn, I will show you how we do things the senshi way." It sounded lewd. Then again it was Castor and so it was bound then to be lewd, pity Gunn didn't know this factor. Still, as he grabbed her hand and pulled out from the alleyway, it seemed less lewd and more like an over excited five year old. A five year old who's train of thought consisted on killing youma with his newbie partner's supposedly badass power of guns.

Castor, the currently only male eternal senshi, had taken Gunn's name as literal. Her name was her power. Her outfit didn't hint otherwise, so he just assumed it was Gunn of Guns. "Nonsense! We'll be fine. If police show up we just jump away. Don't worry, You've got me!" Another crash. This one closer. Castor grin was growing wider. The idea he might be reliable was fading fast.
Especially when a large salamander like lizard on private boat hissed at them before spitting some kind of yellow slime at then, just narrowly missing Castor's face.

"Whoops! Well, show me what you got Gunn! Let's kill that youma dead!" Enthusiasm, thy name was Castor.

If Gunn knew Castor she would know he had faced death many times, and had a lucky streak about him. The same kind of luck that was 'Oh you save the kid...but his puppy died' type luck. Black cat luck. That was Castor's type of luck. The same luck he would chuck at any and all unfortunate scouts he came across. So when Gunn started something about how she wasn't going to attack, Castor treated her like he treated Atlas. She just needed a push. Literally. At the youma.

"Exploding bullets? Miss Gunn you get more badass by the second. Now, fight the youma. Pew pew pew all over it's slimy a**. Don't worry. I'm back up." He made it sound like it was a good thing to have him as back up. He made it sound good even if the feeling he exuded was 'run while you still can.'

The youma hissed, spitting again, Castor just side stepped it. A tad catching on one of his wing bows. He frowned. The feathers were melting a tad and smelt burnt now. not to mention frayed and ruffled. "Well?" Arms crossed. Castor was waiting. "Well?"

"I know, I have a wonderful a**. Don't I?" His a** with butt wings. it was a truely magnificent sigh to behold. Then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And in Castor's eyes, he was made of 89% awesome, 10% moon magic. The last 1% was lameness but he didn't want to talk about that one percent. It was pretty lame. (It was all the times he had to get 'help'. Not the coolest thing. Getting saved by cat. Hence. one percent).

But As Gunn unleashed her attack all that Castor could think was '100% bada**.' He thought it would be bullets and she would make some kind of pew pew pew noises. But no, it was a mother ******** EXPLOSION. Which was like, 10 times better then PEW PEW PEW. Castor stood in awe as the boat turn into a fiery ship of flaming death and bright colors. It was the best thing he'd seen in weeks. "So..beautiful..." Castor almost wanted to cry. The sigh of such amazing explosive awesomeness was truely, the work of a god. Or Goddess.

Not to mention Gunn had killed the youma dead. But as sirens filled the air, Castor was jerked back to reality. "Oh s**t." He looked at the sad sack of senshi sadness that was Gunn. "OH s**t." Grabbing her arm again, Castor tugged her towards the warehouses. "We've got to get away. You didn't want to get caught right? If so, JUMP. And by jump I mean to the roof. Because police will swarm this place in like, 3 minutes. We need to book it." He was grinning. "And your attack kicked a**. Just so you know."

What Gunn didn't know is that Castor was much more do-er then thinker. Do, as in, attack first and think about consequences on a larger scale later. All he knew that that Gunn blew up a boat and it had been magnificent. A grand spectacle. A thing to be remembered for ages to come.
At least until Castor found something else for Gunn to blow up like a badass.
"Fire is a fire is they should have had insurance." Castor joined her on the other roof. "Point is, which is worst, loosing a boat or loosing a life? Youma eat people. Steal starseeds for god only knows what, and you're worried about some tiny fire?" He sighed. "Sorry, a little property damage is nothing when faced with the idea of letting a youma escape and oh, maybe kill innocent people. Besides," he rolled his shoulders. "Like I said, they should have had fire insurance." He was acting like it was nothing. Like it was perfectly okay to cost random people who knew how much in repair bills and taxes for emergency response. Castor simple saw a problem, and the only solution was not more cowbell, but with more power.