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This was all still so very new to him. Magic and Senshi, Knights and Negaverse, Order and Chaos. It all sounded like some kind of Dr. Who episode. A yarn spun by someone like J.K. or Tolkien. Ever so fantastical but it was hard to dismiss what was directly in his face. The bruises he could see and the aches he felt after that night put to rest any ‘it’s just a dream’ nonsense. It also didn’t help that he was being rapidly drilled in fighting by both his girl and her family. He had been informed that he was what was called a Page, a baby Knight that had no real weapon nor power and as such he needed to learn to do more than bar brawl. Especially if he expected to survive. And he had a lot to live for, like his infant daughter and Dessie. So he was learning, slowly but still. At least he was trying.

Still wasn’t that great at it but everyone had to start somewhere.

So what exactly brought him out there right then? A feeling of course. He had been out picking up some things he needed when something felt… off. What exactly he wasn’t sure but he didn’t want to be caught with his pants down again. A few minutes later had him stepping out of a deserted alleyway, with no cameras because he triple checked that, as Page Sigiriya. God, it felt strange. The uniform, the magic, the name… the Title, because Page definitely had a capital P in it. All of it. But if being a Page meant that he could protect Dessie then that is what he would do. One way or another.

Following his instincts, Sig rapidly moved out of ‘normal’ area and into the local park. It was in this direction that he felt something was off. Feeling jumpy, all the greenery reminded him of what happened just a short while ago, he continued forward. Bursting out of some cover he came upon a figure standing over two prone people. In a split second he took in the long hair and the outfit and jumped to some conclusions, ones that led him to jumping into a fight without asking any questions. The purple clad page raced forward, like a rugby player, hoping to just shoulder check the obviously bad guy away from the prone figures collapsed on the ground.

The tackle went well, disengaging from the tackle was not quite as good, but things didn’t really go sideways until Sig tried to get back on his feet and ready to engage the corrupt once again. He was told to expect it, was even shown it, had even witnessed it himself during a fight, but seeing and experiencing it were two different things, especially since it wasn’t like anything he had experienced before. Apparently each corrupt, or senshi for that matter, had a different sphere of magic. They each had different reactions and impacted different people. Apparently as a knight he too will be able to do magic one day. Sadly as a page he didn’t have that option, at least not yet. The last fellow blew out smoke that made you cough and choke, Antares created scorpions, Ida’s was flowers, this guy’s trick was a complete mystery to Sigiriya.

None of that mattered right then since any mystery was soon erased with a snap of the fingers. He was bathed in light, as if a spotlight turned on suddenly, and as he blinked away the light blindness the page noticed that he was practically dripping in wealth. Gems. Jewels. Gold. Even his uniform seemed to have a shine of silk. Covered in countless items that were worth more than he made in his whole lifetime. It was daunting. It was disturbing. It was demoralizing. But most importantly it was distracting. He had to mentally rip his eyes away from all the sparkles and shinies that made him look like a main character in a Bollywood movie.

He tried too at least. It was bloody hard! Finally he was able to look away, just as everything seemed to just fade away. “What are you? Smaug? I will not be dancing! No matter how sparkly your little trick makes me.”

Sig studied the corrupt, finding everything he said suspicious even as the magic faded. Granted he found anything chaos related suspicious. His first meeting with them didn’t exactly end well so there was no way he was willing to take anything one said at face value, even if he was told that not all things were black and white in this secret war of theirs. “Trying to get out? Like from a cult or something?” He asked even as he eased closer to the two civilians, figuring it was best to put himself between them and the corrupt.

The page briefly remembered being told about how it was always possible to release those in the grips from chaos. “You serious? If you're serious I might be able to help.” Or rather he knew people who would be able to help. From what he understood it took a princess to do that. Sig knew a princess. It would take a bit to get ahold of her but he could actually do it. Then again he might just be lying. He likely was lying.

Sig kept his eyes on the corrupt even as the other backed away from his own approach. The memory of his ‘awakening’ still very fresh in his mind ment he was super suspicious of anyone who had affiliation with the ‘bad guys’, even if he was told that things weren’t exactly so black and white. More like shades of gray. The only time he stopped watching the fellow was when he reached the two prone people and had to look at what he was doing in order to check their pulses. They were both still breathing, their pulses strong as far as he understood… at least he could feel them, so they really just had to be knocked out. With that out of the way, he stood, still between them and the corrupt. He was still wary of the long haired fellow but a little less so, especially as he had kept going on about what he had done in order to escape from the Negaverse.

“Ah… that would explain all the sparkles from earlier,” He noted. “Sigiriya, Page of Ida.” His own introduction did not include a bow but a shrug. This whole situation felt strange to him. Being Sig felt strange to him. “So, like I said. I might know some people who can at least get you some answers. Maybe. It's all still pretty new to me honestly.” He was pretty sure though that if Dessie and her family didn’t know then Ida would at least know, especially since the corrupt, Versailles, mentioned a princess. Of which Ida was one. Apparently the Giant wings were a dead give away on that front.

“Sure. Asking never hurt nothin’” He just gave a little shrug while making a mental note to ask Dessie about the whole situation. There was just so much he didn’t understand. This whole situation fell squarely in the ‘WTF’ category. No matter how much he was told that it was possible it still felt like a trap.

“What? Oh, um yes that would be best wouldn’t it? Guess I’ll just call the authorities then.” Sig said when Versailles mentioned that he was leaving the passed out couple to him. “Best not be caught then right?” He figured being outed as a possible defector would be just as bad for the corrupt senshi as it once was for USSR agents… or current international agents for that matter.

This whole thing was so spy-like it wasn’t even funny. Well, spy-like meets superheroes meets conspiracy theories. Convoluted at the best of times, insane at the worst. But that was neither here nor there, instead Sig quickly patted a few pockets, quickly pulling out a cellphone from one of the civilian’s jacket pockets. “Got to love modern technology,” He muttered as he triggered the emergency call button. He made a ‘shhhhh’ gesture to the corrupt and garbled out a ‘help… please… help’ when the call connected before dropping the phone and ignoring the dispatcher’s request for more information. With that he shooed the corrupt away before taking some distance himself, not going away completely until the flashing lights of rapidly approaching police vehicles indicated that he needed to scram. He needed to get home to Dessie and the baby. And he had a lot to talk to her about when he got there as well.