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She was starting to enjoy patrols.

At first, she'd thought why bother. They didn't seem particularly essential, and there seemed to be so many senshi around now (most of whom seemed to be more clued up and more powerful than she was anyway) that having one senshi shirk her duties wouldn't have been much of a problem.

Getting her energy drained so badly had put some things into perspective, and her recent conversation with Remarque had made it quite clear that she still had a lot of things to learn. And so Eos had continued to drag herself out four nights a week, slipping out of the apartment in the dead of night after Leon had gone to bed in the hopes of gaining some new information, or getting in some sparring practice.

Tonight it was the latter.

The garbage youma reared it's ugly head, spewing a trail of trash around it's base in a show of intimidation as it focussed it's beady red eyes on the Senshi of Senses. Eos narrowed her own eyes, diving forwards and thrusting her fist forwards, aiming to punch the trashcan-shaped youma between the eyes. Instead of knocking it backwards, however, she found her fist sinking into the soft...sludge of the youma, unable to pull it back out again due to the weight and stickiness of the horrible black goop. This wasn't quite how she'd planned it.

"s**t!" Legs instantly came up, trying to shove the youma off of her, but it quickly took advantage of the situation by opening it's mouth again to send a barrage of the black sludge-like substance spewing into the senshi. She was never going to get this out of her fuku!

Coughing and spitting to try and get the sludge away from her mouth, she quickly decided that holding her breath would produce the best results, clamping her mouth shut as she attempted to wrestle herself out of the grips of the sticky, sludgy youma. Her legs seemed to have a better effect that her arm, and her constant kicking was slowly driving the youma backwards. A familiar voice distracted her, however, and she spared a second to turn and spot the blonde Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry she'd chatted with recently.

"Eos Flash!" Her encased fist glowed brightly, and this in itself seemed to drive away the youma, which gave a pained scream and retreated a few yards to eye it's prey along with the newcomer closely.

As soon as she was freed Eos jumped backwards to give herself space, chest heaving as she replenished her blood with oxygen. "Remarque," she acknowledged, not entirely sure why he was here. As pleasant as their conversation had been, she wasn't sure whether he was supporting the youma or not. She figured not, but you could never be sure. He seemed surprised to see the youma, so perhaps he'd just been patrolling and had happened across the sparring. "What're you doing here?"

The youma gave another shriek, but remained where it was, unaware of the effects that Eos's attack were slowly beginning to exert.

"That's pretty creepy y'know. Makes you sound perverted, following girls around at night." Her joke was meant good-heartedly, and she flashed a brief smile to indicate so. She ignored the sarcasm, eyes carefully watching the youma before her instead as a certain sense of confusion seemed to descend on it as her attack exerted it's effects. Several sounds of indignation were made by the garbage creature before it charged forwards again anyway - the lack of smell that had just taken hold didn't really stop it from attacking the senshi.

Eos cursed quietly under her breath and jumped to the side, figuring Remarque's question was rhetorical as she reached for a piece of discarded metal piping laying beside a nearby trashcan. Pivoting on her foot she slammed it into the youma's chest, quickly pulling it back again so it wasn't trapped by the disgusting goop that the creature seemed to be composed of. "Because it's a youma!" she shouted (although she didn't mean to sound quite so rude, she was just in the middle of something) as if that was all the explanation that was needed. She swiftly brought the weapon down a second and then the third time, earning strangled cries of pain from the youma each time.

She jumped back to recoup when an attempt was made to spew garbage over her, both senshi and youma eyeing each other warily. Sparing a glance for Remarque she gave a wry smile, "You saying I can't handle myself?" The youma charged again, though the injuries it had sustained slowed it and Eos dodged with relative ease.

Backing up to his previous question, she tried to expand, "Youma are like the grunts of the Negaverse and Chaos - haven't you been told about them?" She wasn't entirely sure how closely the DMC and Negaverse were entwined, or how much Remarque would know. Or whether he was just playing her, although she'd liked to think not.

Woops, maybe she'd been a bit patronising. She was worried for a moment that she may have offended him by starting at the basics, but quickly reminded herself that as nice as he may be, he was still an agent of chaos, and therefore she didn't care.

Still, she couldn't deny the slight flutter of relief she felt when he moved on and seemed unfazed by her idiot's-guide-to-youma.

More confident now that he wasn't an emotional, sensitive mess of a soul, Eos quickly responded to his comments. "Yeah, but then I'd be a Dark Mirror Senshi, and who'd want that?" She wrinkled her nose a little and poked out her tongue, hoping to add some humor to what was an otherwise perfectly true statement. She respected Remarque, he'd explained his standpoint well at their previous meeting. She wouldn't quite go as far as to say she understood his reasons, but she couldn't deny that from what he'd said (whether or not he was being truthful was another matter entirely) the DMC seemed to have attained a terrible reputation just from expressing a belief and fiercely defending it. There was no shame to be had in fighting your corner.

Sparing another glance for the youma - it was now watching Remarque, seemingly confused as to why he wasn't also attacking the blonde - Eos momentarily considered how she might finish it off. Removing it's sense of smell wasn't going to get her anywhere, and to be perfectly honest she wasn't willing to risk expending her energy trying again to only land something even more useless. She was just pondering where it's weak spot might be when a wooden board was suddenly brought sharply down on top of the disgusting black thing, causing a strangled scream of pain and a horrible squelching sound. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at Remarque - was he allowed to do that!?

"I...what?" This was all very strange. DMC were with the Negaverse, they had chaos power signatures. So why was he attacking an 'ally'? "Should you be doing that?" Not that she wasn't grateful for the help. Not wanting to give the youma a chance to recoup, she once again attacked with her metal piping, slamming it into the black goop that she assumed was the stomach area, following up by a stab into the eye. "Hit it until it crumbles!" was her enthusiastic response to the dark mirror senshi's query, another slam of her makeshift 'weapon' enforcing the point.

Despite her promise to herself to keep it cool, Eos couldn't help the massive grin that spread across her face at the sight of Remarque laying it down on the youma. This was almost...fun!

Adjusting her rhythm so they were striking at the same time, she went for the head area this time, giving a few good whacks before going for a stab-like motion in the hopes of poking it's eye out of something. The youma was defenceless, screaming in pain as the blows rained down. It tried to spew out some garbage goop towards Eos, but there wasn't much and she merely sidestepped before resuming her attack. Needless to say, it wasn't long before the final, strangled cry and the crumbling into dust that followed it.

Breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling and showing considerable effort in doing so, Eos caught herself and lessened the grin more to a sly smile. She dropped her 'weapon', wincing at the loud clatter it made, before lifting her hands and placing them on her hips, looking at Remarque with a mixture of awe and confusion. "Uh...thanks?" She liked Remarque, she'd be lying if she said she didn't. He was interesting, a bit of an enigma. If only he was on the good side, dammit.

She looked to the pile of youma-dust briefly, before back at Remarque again, "Were you allowed to do that?"

Wait, so the Negaverse and the Dark Moon Court were working together, but were allowed to lay it down on each other's grunt-soldiers? She understood that DMS had mirror being things - what was it Europa had called them, mirrorwraiths? - so Remarque destroying a youma must be somewhat like a general dusting a mirrorwraith. She flashed a brief smile at the blonde, and pondered briefly on whether there'd been more behind his enthusiasm than just boredom.

The wink was a bit too much, and obvious flattery, but she brushed it off and pretended she hadn't noticed. She was being genuine, and behind the guise she hoped there was some hint of it in his demeanor too. His arguement was solid, and she inclined her head to one side to show she understood. "Makes sense." Youma were the foot soldiers, they weren't supposed to think. They probably had a brain smaller than a budgie, and that was if they had brains at all. "Still, some of the chaos agents I've met don't seem to have much more common sense than one of those." She indicated the youma by kicking her foot out at the pile of dust, causing it to scatter.

She was still breathing heavier than normal, but her lungs weren't aching and it was beginning to settle, and she was quick to put his mind at rest. "I'm fine," she insisted, stretching her lips into a grateful smile, "Thank you."

Now what? This was a good opportunity, and Remarque didn't exactly seem eager to leave again. A quick scan of the area confirmed that it was empty, so Eos began to meander along in a slow, casual stroll, expecting Remarque to follow. "So...this whole Dark Moon Court. How are you any different to corrupt senshi?"

He seemed to be treading lightly in his response, and this confused Eos. She didn't quite understand why, it wasn't exactly secret information she was asking for - she was just curious. "No, I haven't," she relented, wrinkling her nose a little as she looked to the ground, stepping over any cracks in the pavement. "I've just been warned about them."

She looked up to Remarque, searching his face for any hints that he might be playing her, "They're senshi who's starseed has been corrupted, like...overtaken by chaos energy. At least, I think so. I'm just confused how you're...not that."

Enlightening? She'd expected a rebuttal trying to convince her that it wasn't entirely bad, but calling it enlightening was just...it was disgusting, and her thoughts showed clearly on her face. "You'd call having someone forcefully engulf you in Chaos enlightening? It's completely...against everything we know." Catching herself, Eos looking to the ground instead, channelling her frustration into a kick at a nearby pebble. It bounced down the street, making harsh skidding sounds as it did so.

"Apparently it hurts like a b***h," she continued, though with a less harsh tone. She couldn't remember who had told her that - Europa, perhaps? As he continued, she regretted her outburst - she'd had a go at him without even letting him finish, and the difference between the two was exactly what shed been asking him to clarify. "Sorry," she eventually sighed, struggling to force the word past the lump in her throat, "I didn't mean to snap."

She listened quietly to the rest of his words, a slow nod showing that she understood once he'd finished. "I...think I get it," she mused, eyes tracing the cracks in the pavement below her. She could see why the DMC had partnered with Chaos. They hadn't really had a choice, since the White Moon Court wouldn't take them. It was almost like she was being...well, enlightened. She wasn't sure where everyone of Order stood with regards to the DMC, but she'd assumed they wanted to purify them.

But that would never happen.

This all went on inside the blonde's head, and nothing was given away on her face. Instead she merely watching the ground, waiting for Remarque's next move.