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Her few moments of peace were broken, and it wasn't too bad. She would have been more irritated if she was not basking in the aftermath of their victory and had the company of a bottle of tequila. For a moment she wondered if he had perhaps gotten lost already, since the party was definitely indoors instead of outdoors. She arched a high brow when he introduced himself using his civilian name. It was something Nemesis did not do often. There were only a few people who could connect her civilian identity to her senshi identity. The Dream Team was one of them, though with Lyra corrupted that cut that number down too.

Nemesis preferred not to take the risk of someone knowing her civilian identity. She had friends and family to protect. The Negaverse could just as likely torture a knight or senshi as they could corrupt them. Torturing would probably get more information, since it seemed with corruption that some memories were lost. "It is Sailor Nemesis, Eternal Soldier of Decay. My name, unfortunate as it may be, is not Blue." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, which was far better than anything else it could have been.

"So, Troy," she did him the courtesy of trying to forget his civilian name, "let me give you some advice. Try and keep your civilian self and your powered self separate. It'll help in the long run." Perhaps other senshi would not advise this, but Nemesis was unusually cautious when it came to protecting her identity. It seemed pointless when she liked to throw herself into battles mindlessly.

With a small, barely visible, smile she shook Troy's hand. "Enjoying the victory party?"

"We don't usually part. We don't usually have reason to." Nemesis remembered the days when she was a fresh senshi, new to this whole war. The war seemed like it had just been starting back then, and she was carefree with her new power. She had never once felt the threat of death those first few days. She had been invincible! Now she knew just how fragile her life could be. "The goal isn't just to beat up Negaversers and Dark Mirror Senshi." She didn't want to talk about the DMC, though. Ares' betrayal was still freshly imprinted on her mind. "We're fighting a war, a war. Beating up the enemy isn't going to give us victory. We have to tear at their foundations, cripple their leadership so they falter."

She realized in that moment how stupid it was of her to talk strategy with a page who likely had only just been awakened a day or so ago. Yeah, he had to go through the phase she went to, and grow up some more. It'd probably take more than a year. It had taken her a few.

"What?" she asked quizzically, and realization of what he was doing hit her just a few seconds later. Oh, dear god. Who the hell took a piss in front of another person? She turned her head, burying his face in her hand to hide her embarrassment. She'd be irritated if she wasn't embarrassed, so Troy was fortunate. "I am sure you could have asked Virgo where a goddamn restroom is.

And no, decay, like, I rot whatever I can get my hands on. It'll be your d**k if you don't shove it back in your pants."

Troy realized there were two ways of viewing this situation:
1. If he continued to do what he was doing, this woman would rot off his p***s.
2. There was some part of her that was inclined to grab his d**k.

Unfortunately, those two things were one in the same, and he wasn't keen on losing any important appendages of his body that evening. Not after he had just spent the night celebrating being alive and unharmed from the battle against the Negaverse and the Dark Mirrors. He shook off his leg and put himself away, before turning back to Nemesis with a terrified look on his face.

"I wudden want you to do that," Troy tried to lighten the situation. "So yer like a badass Senshi, huh? Sounds kinda neat to be able to rot stuff and...stuff." His train of thought often got lost in the middle of sentences. His thoughts instead drifted somewhere else.

"Yer wanna see my stick?"

He was referring to his weapon.

There were a few things that Nemesis could choose to do in this sort of situation. She could be the better person and walk away. She could be the opposite sort of person, and rot his d**k off anyways (he had taken a while to put it away). Or, she could bear through this conversation anyways. Neither of these options seemed to be that appealing, and while she was in a partying mood, she was not willing to party s**t up that much. Nemesis was not some overly gracious creature in disguise. No, she could be a flat out c**t, and there was no excuse for it.

It was a miracle she was holding her tongue even now... a miracle that wouldn't last much longer. "I'm a Senshi who has been doing this sort of thing for a while," she had answered, intending to continue the conversation regardless of how offensive Troy had been. She was sure that his mother had raised him with zero manners... but that excuse wouldn't hold up long in her book.

When he asked her if she wanted to see his stick, she did not think about his actual weapon. She was also pretty sure he had just tried to show her a few seconds ago, too. "No, I would not. I am heading back inside, I need to catch up with an old teammate." She was not seeing his stick. She'd rather rot it first.