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Curfew was quite the chore to tend to. Hillworth really did not leave much time for recreation away from the facility. Only the really good students and the really bad students (also known as the students that found ways to sneak off campus) were able to ensure some free time away from the tyranny of Hillworth.

Fortunately for Nysa, as Howl he was part of the first category.

Yet, the sky was starting to darken, and his time for patrolling was starting to draw to an end. However, thanks to his abilities as a Page of Neptune, he was able to linger a bit longer than if he had been his usual civilian self. He found himself to be swifter on his feet than before. As he wandered about the sidewalks like a mindful citizen, he did manage to hear a clatter a ways away.

At first, he did not seem to pay the sound much mind, merely pausing in place, and seeming to listen carefully. He did know that the city was quite dangerous, especially with the Negaverse unleashing the youma upon the innocent people or even killing them like cattle to slaughter. There was no screaming to be heard, but he did eventually manage to hear something else.

"Kinda boring though."

Carefully, he approached the side street where the feminine voice had uttered such a curious phrase. Stepping up to a trashcan (potentially the one that made such a noise earlier), he was able to spy a young girl with rose colored hair done up in an elegant braided bun.

In a polite tone, he asked the new senshi (at least he assumed such based upon her outfit) "If you do not mind me asking, Miss... what specifically do you find boring this evening?"

The girl's body language and a few of her smaller actions seemed to be clue enough to him that the senshi before him was not nearly as experienced as some of the others he had encountered before. However, like the gentleman he was, he did not call her out on such an observation. Instead, he seemed to take in the girl's words, allowing his head to nod up and down briefly as he listened to her description of 'boring.'

He eventually drew a white gloved finger to his cheek, lightly resting a finger there before he decided to speak. "I do find it intriguing that you associate your boredom with the amount of sound nearby, Miss Euanthe." His accent only lightly touched his words as he made this observation. "I do not believe a quiet patrol is always a boring one. Nor is a quiet one always the safest." Thinking back to his own experiences prior to becoming Nysa, he had been relatively calm and quiet with General Painite. He was in danger and most certainly could have used rescuing, but he would have been putting himself in more danger if he attempted to draw more attention to himself via shouting. That wretched woman probably would have stolen his own starseed as well that evening if he hadn't been so cooperative.

Allowing his hand to drift away from his face, casually wiping the long strands of hair that seemed to cover part of his line of vision, he then addressed one of her questions. "I am Nysa, Page of Neptune..." He did not consider himself a knight yet and would refuse to use the label if given the chance. "...and my patrol is coming to a close. It is unfortunate to have a curfew, but alas, I do have one of those."

He stepped closer to the girl, holding out a gloved hand in her direction, as if he was silently asking to take the girl's hand within his own. "Would I be incorrect in guessing that you are out and about on a patrol as well, Miss Euanthe?"

The Page would probably only further prove the young lady's beliefs in him being "Old World" after she dared to put her hand in his. It almost seemed natural to watch as he dipped down slightly and planted the most subtle of kisses upon the knuckle of her black glove. It didn't even really seem like he was trying to be romantic by any means, but rather formal and polite in such a gesture.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Euanthe," he stated pleasantly with a gentle smile upon his lips. Straightening himself up, he could not help but let out a seemingly restrained chuckle at her choice of adjective to describe him.

"'Weird in a good way'... that definitely is a new one for me. It is not the worst thing I have been called, to be quite honest. It is unique though, seeing as you are the first to call me such." Truth be told, he was more accustomed to less delicately phrased insults. It was something he could never get accustomed to, even after suffering Hillworth for three school years.

Nysa was still quite new to this whole "sensing" auras deal, so when the girl paused in a statement she was in the process of making, the lad asked curiously "Is something the matter, Miss Euanthe?" His eyes were upon her face, a hint of concern touching his features. In all honesty, he had not sensed a thing.

He wasn't a particularly cruel boy, but a part of him did find a slight guilty pleasure in making a girl blush. It just seemed to draw out a girl's natural beauty even more in such a moment of vulnerability. However, he did not allow such a feeling to show upon his features as she seemed to continue to act in a flustered manner.

Then she said something which caused a shift in his own expression.

"I think... there's a youma near by."

He felt the corners of his lips drop slightly. The girl's own indecision about the subject of staying or leaving seemed to echo his own beliefs, so he decided to remain silent as she spoke aloud. Opening his coat slightly, he reached in and soon enough pulled out an object that seemed to have no purpose. It looked to be a simple white feather.

Not seeming to trust his own eyes to locate the potential youma's approach, his teal eyes were upon the girl's brown ones for any hint of movement. "I am about as ready as I can be, Miss Euanthe." He took in a deep breath before letting it out from his lungs.

"...as ready as a pacifist can be..."

As her eyes fell upon the youma, his own glanced into the same direction and soon enough locked upon the beast. Where as one of the first youma he had experienced as Nysa had been practically all teeth, this one seemed to be all leg. Based upon that fact alone, he had to say he preferred this creature to the toothy one.

Of course, his companion's proclamation did not go ignored. Rather than buckle under any of the potential intimidation from the youma, he firmly placed his free hand upon the girl's shoulder, as if to remind her that he was present. In a low tone, he offered his own advice.

"...watch your opponent's movements, look for an opening or gap, then use it as your path to avoid being hit..." He narrowed his eyes slightly as he seemed to be following his own advice, watching the youma as it came close at a rather decent pace. When he felt like he had found a window of opportunity, he firmly squeezed Euanthe's shoulder before seemingly tugging her in the direction he was soon enough dodging in to avoid the youma's threatening forelegs.

The teal haired fellow was able to make the dodge rather easily, but his companion seemed a bit little less adapted to such movements. Due to her awkward movements, she managed to get the pair a bit separated.

It was quite evident that the creature was quick, due to the presence of the many legs and how quickly it had charged. So when it seemed to pause for as long as it did, Nysa could not help but note such a change in the creature. It was searching for the pair, at least it seemed like it with the way its legs tapped over the spot they had been at.

The moment Euanthe dared to speak out, it was easy to see the monster snap back to attention and rush towards the offender.

Oh dear...

Rather than remain in place, he tried to get himself closer to the senshi, running towards her and the creature as it attacked. "...I suspect your opponent might be vision impaired... the less you cry out... the less it will be inclined to chase you..." Despite how he rushed close, he did not seem as if he was going to lash out at the youma. It wasn't as if he could not, he was right there.

"This is not a spider, Miss Euanthe... it is a youma... remember this, please."

Huffing in a deep breath, the lad then parted ways, rushing to a seemingly different path. Once he seemed to be a particular (but relatively short) distance away, he then did perhaps one of the least proper things he had done in a long while.

He shouted. It wasn't as if he was shouting words, but just one long sound as if he was just trying to make noise.

One disadvantage of running away from the opponent was the fact that one could not keep nearly as good an eye upon the opponent's movements. He hadn't even managed to make it to the end of the path when all of a sudden he felt something pin him into place. The youma had sharply stabbed its leg forward and managed to snag the cloth of his waist sash to the ground, effectively pinning him in place.

Where as when he had been running, he had been shouting in an effort to keep the creature's attention, he quickly closed his mouth and hushed all sound coming from that opening. It was not as if screaming for his life would do him any good. The only thing that might have done any good was if Nysa had pulled on the sash or untied it quickly, but at the moment, such a thought was not coming to mind. He couldn't even think to potentially ruin his lovely uniform in order to save his hide.