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Seeing a request for someone to take them to their world wasn't new per say, but Castor wasn't a fool. Taking a plus one taxed most senshi and knights, and they had only a limited window to do so. He abused his own ability more often than not and so, he'd been rather hasty in his offer to escort the senshi to his world.
She'd agreed, a time and date set up, he chose to appear in his more powerful form of a royal rather than eternal, as the familiarity of his 'formal' form was much more comfortable on his world, even if lacking in layers.

Jumping from the roof of a building towards the park, he grunted as he used his wings to soften the fall. Even months after breaking them, they still ached and protesting when bearing his weight.
"Sailor Larissa?" He asked, righting himself while his wings ruffled, making him look less like a dignified royal and more a ragged ravenwinged Grecian warrior.
"Prince Castor. You wanted to visit offworld yeah?"

Castor laughed- not so much at her, at rather the situation. She was so earnest and eager, he didn't want to spoil the surprise. After all, he was lucky in what he had on his own world, and the idea of her seeing a beetle bigger than a van was always something he hoped got a reaction. They were rather impresive.. if deadly.

"Good, good. Now, the only thing I will caution is that there is native fauna on my world, and it is not to be.. engaged. I won't leave you alone but for both our sakes, let's not tempt fate hm?" Reaching out, he took her hand and focused.
It was always something he cherished, hearing the call of his world. It's cold, it's pride and power- it was part of him and as he willing himself there, Larissa would feel the chill of his power along her body, the sudden otherworldliness that was moving from earth to another place in space.

The air was crisper- a cool fall day. Twin suns shone in the sky, yet their heat was nothing more than a gentle warm of a spring day. Grass under Castor's feet and her own was green just as any other, the plants a bit darker, the trees in the distance with more jagged bark- markings of harsh survival in seasons past. On two sides, mountains rose, casting a long shadow further down the valley.
And in the front of both senshi was the ruins of what appered to be barracks and past that, a castle made of marble and crystal. It's beauty not so much in it's design but in the stonework- for the castle itself was more akin to a fortress.

"Well." Castor let her hand fall, wings fanning out and ruffling before settling. He grinned, basking in the sun and the sudden cold breeze.
"Welcome to my home."

The first thing she commented on was the castle, making Castor laugh. It was a rather large item in the distance that refused to be ignored.
"What kind of prince would I be without a castle? I mean, I used to be the king you know, had a whole empire. But, that was many lifetimes ago, and I changed a few things. Mostly in that I didn't want to rule so much a guide. And- thank you." His eyes were soft for a moment.

"I love this place, my world, so when I bring others, it's.. nice to know it's still beautiful to them as it is to me. And.. yes and no to the question." Looping his armin her own he motioned to the landscape.
"Our worlds resonate with us and so, imagine a garden lacking any gardener for thousands of years. Suddenly the gardener returns. I was one of the first to awaken, and one of the first to rank and grow as quick as I did. Once I regained my status as royal, it only aided my world more."

Nodding to the ruins he tugged her towards them.
"I- let's just say some events drove me from earth for a time and so I spent it here. A benefit of my rank is that I can come and go as I please; For three years I did so, rebuilding places, fixing things. My goal is to one day have it habitable again. The Castle is about a third done, and the inner city is coming along but there is a ways to go. I'm working not just against time, but the aftermath of a war. It's-" He shrugged. "-It's hard to work on things when you can remember what it used to be like. Each world is unique in what time has done to them with no senshi living to tend to them. Mine was lucky, even if my untimely demise was less than kind."

The prince looked to his guest.
"You're free to pick my brain you know. I'm lucky as I am to have my world in such a state, even if it can be a bit bratty with the storms and all."

He hadn't actually been asked the question before. More- he'd never considered it. The King's line was dead, his people gone. As such, sovereignty technically fell to him, both by the de-facto situation, and by his world's own laws when it's people had thrived. In the absence of a king or any suitable candidate, the prince royal would hold the crown and command of Castor.
"I... technically speaking, I could very well call myself king and it would be true? The laws of Castor would have me be so, given there are no other candidates, but, saying one is a king and being a king are very different matters. Kyra would have found it silly at any rate." Her name slipped out unbidden, and a beat paused while he processed the sudden reminder of his once mentor and lover- a friend who he'd lost and would never reclaim.

"But- as for a barren moon- It's within the realm of possibility. Take a few soil samples, check the water if it's above ground or if it rains. It's like starting a farm in a lot of ways. You can't just go and stick plants in it. Speaking from experience, many earth flora can't survive here. The climate is too much in flux for them, or, the soil itself is ill suited. Some however can survive. It's all about testing, trial and error." He didn't want to give the girl any high expectations nor, dissuade her from the goal.
They needed to cultivate, rebuild, if they had any chance of surviving the next thousand years against chaos.

"As for local dangers, the hailstorms are one if you're not in my company. They respond well enough to me so I have little worry for them, and the ruins, ruins they may be, were built to withstand the onslaught. Many still are fine even without the upkeep... As for other dangers, I have acid spittle beetles larger than most vans. Nasty, violent tempered and prone to wandering they're not easy to kill either. As for what was here before my return- a good deal. Most things were in a sort of stasis if you will." He stopped in front of a fallen pillar, letting the senshi go before hopping over, his hand offered to assist her.

"Many feilds that once were cultivated were barren when I arrived, but over time, the seeds have sprouted, and grain and a manner of produce now grows wild. I can't each much of it, given I no longer have the knowledge of what is and is not safe, and... regrettably, most culinary dishes I knew were war rations. A marching meal was nothing like what the served at formal feasts and the dining hall." The twinge of regret laced his tone.
"Much of what we had will never be recovered, and perhaps, that mark us a rather tragic peoples. It's not only our histories, but small things, such as cuisine that highlights how little we'll ever reclaim, if we manage to reclaim it at all."

Looking to the distance, Castor figured the last question was easiest.
"I was prince- though I was not of the ruling house. My role was one of arbiter and war leader. The official title was War Bringer, and my duty was to uphold and expand the empire, as well as defend it."

Castor thought about it. It was.. possible, though, he had a fair amount of doubt. Seeds could last only so long, and very few were viable without exact conditions. Plus, it was also going to depend heavily on the soil and if the same nutrients the plants needed still existed naturally and would not to be supplemented.
“It would be difficult to find viable seeds. Most organisms that have seeds only have a certain shelf life if you will. Not to mention that often seeds that can last tend to need certain conditions for both preservation to be done properly, and other conditions to have them germinate. You best hope is perhaps to scour the planet for anything existing, and to remain there as long and often as possible. You must remember, our worlds rely on us. While many go into a stasis, other begin to die. Its like waking from a deep sleep. Nothing come quickly, or easily.”

He shrugged. “I am not a botanist. Only a royal who’s been fortunate enough to deal with it over a longer period than most.” He couldn’t be certain of anything, after all, they were not on her world, and he could still only speculate at best.
“And… actually, it was. I understand many find war… alarming, but it was not a need for killing for my people It was a need for proving ourselves, to push ourselves and seek challenge. We had no qualms about conquering, or, killing, but what we strived for was perfection. In ourselves, our people, and our abilities. I enjoyed starting wars, because when I did so, I was presented with an opportunity to become stronger. A base thing, yet it made me happy for a time.”
Pausing, he pointed to a far off domed building, one wall crumbling and vines seeming to hold the rest together. “Would you like to see what legacy my people have left behind?”

He did not comment on who she might have been, only offered a tiny smile.

Castor smiled warmly. He rather like his own legacy, brutal as it was. "I don't expect most to understand it, nor, realize the complexity of it. My people were their own. While I do not plan to restore some traditions, others I know will need to resume once I've re-established my people."

He fully intended to have his world restored. Plants, animals, people and all. Time was not on his side, but then, that is what they fought for. A little more time. A bit more to regain what had been so cruelly stolen from them so many years ago, only to be forced to another world, ignorant of who they were.

Leading her to the building, the doors had long since rotten away leaving the interior easy to get to. The air was slightly warmer outside, and light filtered through yellowed glass.
"A archive- there were many scattered through Castor, as we felt that none should be raised without knowing who we were and our past. These places acted as a living memory once." The murals on the walls were vibrant, untouched by time. Carved into the stone, they were sealed by a means even Castor wasn't sure of. He assumed a form of magic, or, perhaps a facet of the ice his people had once cultivated.

Many of the murals showed Castor in various forms- once as a raven haired king, another, as a young man fighting off a knight of his own- each one documented a moment in the history of not just the senshi, bu the world itself. Beetles being taken down in battle. A castle of stone, ice and marble being erected by the sea. warriors returning victorious.

The final mural was unfinished, faded from exposure. The Senshi was alongside a mercury knight, a scroll held between them as they stood on a green feild.

"Lina. My late wife- when I married her I allied myself and my people with the white moon. Her relationship to Kunzite and my own to Mercury were causes to our downfall."
He sighed.
"At least that fact was never painted."

A smile tugged at his face as he recalled her. Miriam. "Kunzite was... someone I wish I had more time to know and study under. They were vastly knowledgeable of the rise of Beryl and Metallia, and now, we are bereft them and their skills and memory."
His hand ran over the figure of the woman garbed in the radiant blues of Mercury.


"Kunzite was never originally of the Negaverse. They were the captain of Endymion's personal guards. First to fall to chaos and betray the man he loved and swore to defend. The first agents, but never agents to start with. Reborn, killed, and born again, I met them and they taught me of the past, and, in a way, the importance of our victory now. As for Mercury... She was one of the inner court for Serenity. I knew her for a breif time as she was my liaison to the white moon and their empire. It was through her I met Lina."

His hand fell away.
"We saw the white moon an empire not to be trifled with, and knew it was better us to be in accord than waste forces fighting and killing. Yet Serenity and Endymion were weak. They allowed themselves to become blinded by love and forsook duty in favor of it. Because of their actions, the lunar empire fell, and with it, the bastion against chaos no longer existed. I had just wed, and we did not have time to ready ourselves for the invasion. There was no fall Larissa. To fall is to have a way to rise again. We did not fall. We were exterminated."

Silence echoed around them as the winds seemed to still.
"We lost, and so we ceased to exist."