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Patrolling was something that the new-ish Page was going to take a while to get the hang of. Or even remotely enjoy, or even try not to ditch. Or even try to take seriously. For the most part, Kailash treated them as very long walks at night, casual strolls without having to worry about other people since most still abide to the enforced curfew. There were the occasional, but they were so few that it wasn't a bother.

And once he figured out that trick for his cigarettes, well things had gotten better.

With a slow drag of his dwindling cigarette, the young Page walked past yet another alleyway in one of the many neighborhoods downtown while not paying that much attention. He mostly kept his ears and senses open to trouble, to find a way to sneak right past it or turn the other way to blatantly avoid it all. It wasn't all that strong as a sense, but it allowed him to for the most part just zone out and walk at his leisurely pace.

As Kailash neared yet another gap, filled with darkness, trash and bins, his golden eyes caught sight of a few limp bodies sprawled about. Now, homeless people weren't uncommon in the city of Destiny, though the numbers had probably gone down in recent years due to the trouble that plagued the streets at night - having moved elsewhere where they weren't easy prey, or he would have imagined. But the way these bodies were on the ground, it seemed a little unusual.

This seemed like part of the job. To make sure these guys were okay. Great. With an annoyed sigh, the green haired boy trudged over to one of them and nudged him with the side of his boot to see if he was simply just asleep. Gaining no response, the Page sighed again and leaned over with an extended arm to check for a pulse. The guy was really pale, like really pale, he noticed when he got as close as he got. And alive at least, for what it seemed. <********..." Kailash sighed again, straightening himself up to look around. There had to be a payphone somewhere, so he could get these guys some help or something - he wasn't stupid enough to use his own phone, not with how pissed Iris had gotten at him about identity stuff. He stepped back onto the street, dropping the filter to his cigarette to put it out as he looked up and down to locate something useful.

As it was, an uneasy feeling began to spread as he took a few more steps on the sidewalk, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a little on edge. He wasn't liking this now... not one bit.

The uneasy feeling didn't seem to be going away, and it was beginning to become a nuisance. This whole 'spidey sense' was nothing but trouble when he didn't know from which direction it was coming from, at least from a basic observational standpoint - and he was much too lazy to make more of an effort when it was probably something he could skirt around.

So, Kailash kept his eyes open for that payphone which was his main priority - and maybe a means of escape - when the red head called out to him, spooking him and honestly making him jump a little where he stood, "ho's**t!" He wheezed, turning on the spot to face the intruder.

A girl. A teenage girl in a black outfit giving off a very bad feeling. The Page had never really been formally introduced to one of these types, but from the fiasco of that meeting he had a pretty clear picture of what she was - not to mention that little ping in the back of his mind that was telling him 'danger Kailash, danger!' complete with flailing robot. His hands up went defensively immediately.

"I wouldn't say as much nervous... as much .. annoyed," he explained, though his voice betrayed him quiet a bit. "Not every night you run into bodies on the ground and you have to figure out how to get someone to help them." Did he just take a step back? Yeah, he just took a step back.

It was a little annoying how correct she was, on pretty much every point she was making. It was like in so many video games when it was painfully obvious when you could spot the newb, and Kailash could almost feel neon signs pointing directly at him.

Not a lot of this was really that new to him, but when coming into these types of situations it always felt awkward. They weren't common and given his usual distaste of human interaction. Well. "I tend to avoid the unconscious bodies, trouble tends to follow." He explained, trying to steady his voice, "case and point." The Page held up a hand towards the Dark Senshi.

There was a subtle hint of something else in her voice that Kailash picked up on at her stab at his apparent job, he wasn't sure what it was or where it was aimed but he wasn't too sure about it. "It would make sense for it to be my job, never did get a full explanation on it." He allowed himself a shrug and a confused look towards her even with his unease. Though, maybe playing the fool could get him off. "The last time," which was still a little fuzzy really... given he was a victim in it all, "the guy had a bag of orbs and... clearly you don't." Female senshi didn't seem to have a lot ... of clothing. Weird.

Okay, explaining himself did seem a little stupid. But at least he wasn't going to tell the girl his back up plan of payphone and police. If movies taught him everything, don't give away the plans. Running did seem like a nice one though, like always. So tempting.

Her smile was fading, it was fading quickly along with her calm demeanor and turning into the look an angry dog would before it went into the attack. Kailash was not liking this, well really who in their right mind would?

Was this really being directed at him? Was she really getting pissed off at him for his lack of experience at this new found addition to the job he now had? The one she was probably supposed to stop? How in the hell did that make any sense?!

Because, yes, clearly she was. Yelling at him and insulting him. The Page help up his hands a little higher, a little stiffer to affirm how nonthreatening he was. "That's a little harsh," really? He just made that comment to someone on the side of Chaos? Oh, how he was mentally berating himself - well more, this whole exchange just seemed to be going south.

At least she hadn't just promptly beat the s**t out him. The girl seemed damned ready to. "Just never ran into this sort of situation, would have figured it out." Maybe he should have told her about the payphone plan.

But he still didn't. Her irate steps forward caused him to take careful steps back, his eyes briefly glancing briefly around her to see if there anything he could use to delay her or perhaps use as a weapon. They were still in the open street so he could at least hightail it and run.

"Kailash... though, not sure it matters..." He told her, taking another step backwards. This time quickly with a pivot to turn his body around completely. It was a stupid thing to turn one's back on the enemy, but when running away - which he was totally doing now - going the opposite way of where one's opponent was standing seemed the best option.

Telling this girl about his plan wasn't probably going to make much of a difference, Kailash was realizing. She was probably going to berate him anyways, keep telling him how useless and cowardly he was and so on. Yeah, perhaps he shouldn't have spoken at all, given how much trouble this was getting him into; it wasn't his fault that he didn't know the protocol for drained bodies on the ground!

So, he was hoping running was going to help even though it didn't the last time - could the Dark Senshi teleport just like that guy? Oh, he hoped not. Kailash figured she probably had heightened abilities just like he did, but probably also had the advantage of being in better shape.

And magic.

Totally would have magic. Even with the sound of the wind whistling through his ears, he could hear her shout something. The words were hard to make out from the distance he had managed to put between them but that didn't matter when the basketball shaped attack hit him squarely in the back, knocking him forward and to the asphalt ********.." he wheezed, pressing his hands flat against the ground. He needed to get up, but the ground felt nice even with his cheek having basically been smashed into the street.

The heel in his spine and the kicking didn't leave Kailash in much of a position to look any less pathetic on the ground. He had found himself curling into the fetal position, not in a sense of urgency to protect some vital organ - because that would be useless in these situations - but more of an ingrained defense mechanism.

But it kind of hurt to be in it and he tried to roll onto his back, only to find that was so much worse. Urg, he wanted to stay down so bad but it probably was such a bad idea. Not with her monologue-ing and her now obvious vendetta against his kind - that was a weird thought, his kind. "I'm picking up the hints," he coughed, pressing his shaky hands on the ground to push himself up.

Not being sure how much time she was actually going to give him, once he got to his knees he was already scooting himself away from her. Urg, there was a metallic taste in his mouth. Did he bite his tongue? URG. That sucked, he thought when he finally got to his feet.

"Saved?" What nonsense was this all about? (All this was seeming way too preachy now). The Page bit back further questions that could easily have spilled from his mouth. (Progress? Use? Kingdom? The?) No wasn't the time for that damn curiosity to come out, this was trouble. But really? She was saying they were self righteous when she was spewing that crap? "Must be frustrating, I'm sure... and only finding the best solution is to.. I guess kick the s**t out of 'my kind' but I'm really not that into fighting either..."

This was not going to end well.

Though, it seemed like this was going to be ending better than he could have imagined, Kailash wasn't sure how much he could press his own luck. For once, his role as a coward and general disregard could possibly save his life.

Even with the halt in her assault, he took a cautious step back and winced from the pressure that shot into his back. It hurt to straighten it, from what she had done and it could only leave him standing with the worst posture ever. At least the awful taste in his mouth was beginning to wash away, he could live with the back pain for a while - only meant he got to spend some more time on his couch.

"More to wars than just fighting," he found himself saying with a sigh. Not like he was taking a hippie liberal bullshit stance on the matter, thinking flowers and guitars could win anything but that wasn't where his mind was really going. Probably more GI Joe.

But, he was now really just going to gather that she wouldn't even care to hear it given how pointless she was finding this encounter. Her tone and stance said it all - well more of her tone. But Kailash wasn't really wanting to give in and make her happy and give her the fight she wanted. It just wasn't in him.

"I would," he replied as he watched her step back, "if any of you'd let me... but there's always that annoying pull." He wasn't sure what it was, if it was a calling or fate or just Sailor Iris yelling at him. But he damn well hoped it wouldn't bring him back to anyone like her.

- man, did this finally put him in the clear of calling for help now? Urg, he was so tired.