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It would have been a lie to say it was the first time he felt an energy like this in the city. However, most times that he had been exposed to such vast and intense energies, there was too much chaos going on about him to actually ponder over the subject matter. The most recent example clearly being the scenario with the Shade Queen. The time before that was that meeting of Knights and Senshi that closed up quickly when the Negaverse and Dark Mirror Senshi invaded.

However, now seemed like an ordinary evening with no rhyme or reason to such a sudden burst of energy.

It lead to curiosity, which led to action on the knight's part. There was a chance that such energy being expended meant that something serious was about to happen.

Rather promptly his feet flew until the source of the aura had been located.

Is that a....?

He didn't even have time to finish the mental question before he ended up sneezing (announcing his arrival in such an undignified manner). Though his instinct was to go into his interior pocket of his jacket to retrieve a handkerchief, he fought it off in order to give a slightly more polite greeting.

"...I beg pardon, but might I ask what it is you are doing, Miss?"

It hadn't even taken him two seconds to pull out a dainty handkerchief from the interior pocket of his coat. She had said the magic words to trigger such a reaction.

Cat

Before she could be standing absolutely next to him, he held up a gloved hand to signal he wanted her to cease for a moment.

"I am not opposed to answering some questions, Miss Zirconia, but I would like to kindly request that in return that you keep your distance, please. I have allergies to animal fur." With the handkerchief he had pulled out, he lightly tended to his nose's sniffles.

When the cat-lady leaned in, he defensively lifted the handkerchief a bit higher over his nose. However, behind his handkerchief, he did nod before a sniffle escaped.

"My title is Nysa, Knight in service of the Princess of Neptune." It was not his name, and he was not the sort to pretend it was. His allergies clearly were not a hoax, his eyes were already getting rather itchy, the sclera growing slightly red in irritation.

As if to give Zirconia a guideline as to what was acceptable, he took two steps back to give himself a bit more space to breathe without inhaling dander.

Clearly his words had been misinterpreted, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. He had to turn away for a moment strictly to avoid inhaling too much cat dander, though he was held in place by the cat girl's grip on his wrists.

"...I will not be answering anything more until I have my requested personal space, Miss Zirconia. At this rate you will may give me the hives and I would not like to deal with that in the morning."

If his face broke out, he would have to pull out some foundation for work. He had standards after all.

The symptoms did not vanish right away, but his nose felt drastically better. However, he could not help but look to the girl as she now lacked the feline features.

A young lady who could sprout the appendages of a cat upon will? That was an intriguing feature he had not yet observed in Destiny City. And there was a good chance that he would never see it again.

"You have my gratitude, Miss Zirconia," he eventually offered. Shaking out his handkerchief and proceeding to fold it down to the proper size to sit in his coat pocket.

"Now, to answer your question, the status on Princess Neptune is unclear at best. She may be alive, she may not be alive. I have not met her, though I have access to a lovely painting of her from the Silver Millenium. Regardless of her status, I still am a Knight in service of the Princess Neptune."

The Knight proceeded to explain further about the artifacts as the interviewer proceeded to fuss with her phone. "There are some which are in tact, but the painting is not one of those that are in tact. It was slashed by claws if I were to guess, though if one presses the slashed bits together, you can still make out the portrait."

However, when she suddenly mentioned a random knight and the fact he had "beaten" on said knight, Nysa had to actually pause, looking up at nothing in particular as he tried to piece together the situation she had made an issue of.

Nysa tended to consider himself a pacifist, but there had been only one situation in which he had lashed out of line. He was stressed, but it was no excuse to act in such a deplorable manner.

"...though I never did get the name of the man I had lashed out at, I am sincerely sorry for the intolerable manner in which I acted that evening. It was not my best moment, Miss Zirconia."

Miss Zirconia's choice in vocabulary was far less refined than what Nysa would usually associate with. He was willing to listen to the girl's description of the Squire in question before nodding his head.

"So you said his name was, Alfheim, yes?" He paused to receive some sort of confirmation before he continued.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you could send Mr. Alfheim my regards and apologies for that evening. I know not if or when I will encounter him again, so I would rather clear the air if at all possible. I would appreciate your consideration, Miss Zirconia."

Though he made no comment about the excess information the lady now known as Z had offered, he tucked the little tidbit about Alfheim's day job in the back of his mind for later use. He might not have been as willing to relinquish his own personal information, but there was a chance Nysa would eventually decide to investigate the Earth knight to satiate his curiosity.

He took up her hand, nodding briefly as he repeated "...I beg pardon, Miss Z." He paused briefly to lift her hand to his mouth and placed a rather simple kiss upon her knuckle.

And once he had released her hand, she asked what was probably a difficult question at best.

However, the Neptunian knight was able to answer in a nearly easy manner. "The evening of the incident, I found him to be rather insulting to the Princess Neptune. However, I have had time to reflect upon the matter, and it would seem the issue was more within myself than with him."

With that, he reached to his weapon, unsheathing it and extending it forward so the young lady could inspect the Sabre as she wished.

"...that evening, I was having issues with my weapon. When I encountered Sir Alfheim, my weapon was merely a quill pen... and I do not imagine it will make any sense, but it felt odd that evening. I suspect the stress of the unknown made it easier to agitate me than I would have liked."

He turned the weapon in his hand slightly to show it at different angles.

"It was only after I had visited my wonder that the situation resolved itself, with my quill pen shifting into a less decorated sabre."