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Free sandwiiches were the best. Sure, the guy at the drive through window had only given it to him for free because he'd be sacred pissless at the prospect of a senshi attacking him, but it was still a damn good sandwich. It was free. Taking a huge mouthful of meat, buns, cheese, lettuce, onion, and lots of spices, Castor was idly not paying attention to the way he was walking. He had a free sandwich, so it hardly mattered as to direction.

It did matter however, when he turned a corner and almost ran into a guy with green raver goggles. Mouth still full, Castor stumbled back and yelled 's**t, watch it dude!' Only, it came out as "SHIIP, WUCH ITH DOOB!" He almost choked too. Chewing a bit more, he finally managed to swallow. "Uh, dude, I almos-" Raver goggles. Uniform. Clipboard.

"Is the negaverse just like, lacking in start up weapon cash? Like, really, what are you going to do? Force me to study until I want to kill myself? Mr. Jones does that in History already." He took another bit of his sandwich. this negaverse agent was almost...well, he was pathetic. Hardly a threat.

It was just a patrol, it was just a patrol, it was just a patrol. That was all Alkaid could think as she walked along the rooftops of the rather quiet neighborhood. After her last encounter, her confidence in defending herself had been a little shot, and without Saiph at her side she wasn't sure she could do this alone. Yet, what good was a Senshi if they couldn't fight?

These thoughts were running through her head as she caught wind of a conversation, and her pace picked up a little. It probably wasn't the stealthiest stalking, what with her heels clicking against the roof top every few steps. Still, she was able to get close to the two talking without them running off, and she stopped to get a closer look. The first thing she noticed was the Senshi, who she had never seen before. There seemed to be a lot of those. Then she noticed the other one, who seemed to be a cross between a mad scientist and.. a negaverser?

A cold hand gripped Alkaid's spine as she stood there, but like always, she found that need to help compel her and she was quickly leaping over the side of the building to land in a crouch on the opposite side of the street from the pair. She was just about to leap up into a run, hand poised to throw her attack, when she realized they were just.. talking? This didn't seem right at all. With her brows furrowed in confusion, she stood and slowly began to cross the street.

"Excuse me, what is this?" She wasn't sure if she should be angry with the Senshi for being with the enemy, or if she should be looking for some kind of mind control device. They could do that, couldn't they?

It seemed that a negaverse senshi study session was exactly what this particular lieutenant had in mind. She hadn't made any move to attack yet, instead continuing to stand ramrod straight and etch more observations down with her pen.

Really, so far this encounter was proving to be a bit disappointing - Castor's behavior was making it an echo of her interview with that blue-haired moron so many weeks ago. It felt as if half a lifetime had passed between then and now, but there was no change in her levels of irritation because of it. This senshi was kind of an idiot; his overly slack disposition was outright ruining the mystique he was supposed to carry.

Uranophane was starting to wonder if all senshi were like this-- and if that were the case, she would have a lot of questions for the General-King about why the hell they were a problem.

Another set of footsteps... comic book rooftop clicking this time, and heading their way. Uranophane's attention shifted; she tapped her pen thoughtfully on her clipboard, and regarded the second arrival with the same calculating interest she had treated Castor with. Two senshi in one night... she grinned. How lucky for her.

"We're just having a conversation," she answered to the girl of white and gold. "Glad you could join us--"

And then Castor interrupted her, stomping flat her previously almost-friendly expression. At least this time he was saying something interesting.

"Super senshi... of... hail. What," she asked, when there was space for her to speak again, "does all that mean, exactly?"

Alkaid's face made Castor frown. She'd gotten her a** handed to her, and recently too. It made him feel bad in a way, to see a fellow senshi injured, but at the same time, it was also bad because it was a girl and girls should not be hit. Unless they hit first or were general bitches. Or were batshit crazy negababes. Unlike glowboy there, who looked like the type Elzo might weasel out of his lunch money on a particularly bad day. Wiping off his chin, (Mmm, lettuce), Castor leaned on the lamp post, trying far to hard to look cool.

"It means," Pausing he looked at Alkaid, silently saying 'You seriously think this guy is a threat?' "That I am just so goddamn amazing I'm...well I'm more powerful then the regular senshi?" He was a bit unsure of what it really meant, only that it had super included and thus, was awesome.
"And yes. Hail. I make frozen rocks fall out of the sky like magic. Which it is. And I am still confused about the whole fact it is magic and doesn't fit into anything even remotely logical, but after the whole youma spitting acid at me..." A shrug and sigh. "I've kind of just learned to roll wit- Are you writing this down? What is this, some kinda inquisition?" Castor had memories as Elzo seated in counselor's offices. God, last thing he needed, a negaverse therapist.

Castor was Elzo, and thus, did not like therapists.

Typical. Typical cocky man. Alkaid felt like rolling her eyes so hard that she could see the back of her skull, but due to the fact that she felt she should maintain the utmost propriety possible in the current situation (after all, there was no need to make the enemy think all Senshi were mannerless), she simply stared at him as if she could set him on fire instead. Did Castor really think he should underestimate anyone from the Negaverse?

Then again, given the fact that he was trying to imitate The Fonz, or so it seemed, she supposed she shouldn't really be surprised. She honestly hoped that if the Super Senshi were indeed a more powerful class of Senshi that they weren't all like this cotton-headed boy. As for sharing opinions with Uphane, well, she would be the very last person on the face of this planet to admit that. Whether or not she was reprimanding Castor, she was certain she had nothing in common with.. with a heartless Negaverser. Thus, she stood in between two people she'd rather not be near at the moment. One, a foolish boy with more power than any other Senshi she'd met - a dangerous combination, as far as she was concerned. The other her sworn enemy, probing for information and getting it from a fool that was too confident in his abilities to shut his gab.

"She is writing it down," Alkaid hissed, bringing a foot up and aiming to stomp down on Castor's. It was childish and not proper at all - but how else did you tell him to shut up without spelling it out in front of the other girl? With an irritated sigh, she looked back at Uphane, trying to decide if she should answer or not. She knew her wit was no match for the other's and unless she measured her words carefully, she was going to give away something unintentionally. "We oppose you because of what you do," she said carefully, eyes narrowing as she concentrated on exactly what to say, "we protect those you wish to harm and fighting is inevitable."

So, she'd sounded a little mentally disabled as she spoke so slowly, but she hoped she gave away less than Mr. Jabberjaw over there.

Alkaid was right about the care she should take with her words, and how an ill-formed reply might tell the Negaverser more than she should be allowed to know. And as far as Uranophane was concerned, that very thing had just happened, the senshi's reply was basically her saying we oppose your means because we don't know the ends, and have no concept for the ends justifying the means.

She grinned.

"I see. Interesting."

And then her grin swiveled back over to gleam at Castor, slightly predatory and clearly amused that he'd just had his foot stamped on. "Well, then," she was saying, "that's quite an opinion to have, there. You sound almost as if you... think you're better than everyone else. That the world is lucky to have you..."

Rolling his eyes, Castor smirked at Alkaid's attitude. "So you know the senshi of decay? God, last time, well, the ONLY time I saw he she kicked my a**. ******** attack froze me in place. Worse then the one run in with Nealite I had." Not quite catching onto the fact this information might be used against them Castor continued on.
" You are cute like her though, probably cuter....Mmm, yup. Definitely cuter. Don't you agree dude, senshi/negeaverse rivalry aside? She is pretty cute, don't you think?" He nudged Uranophane on the side.
"And yes, I am technically better then the normal senshi. I'm a super senshi. And the world isn't lucky to have me." He winked at Alkaid. "The world's women are."

Winking aside he let out a chuckle. "Ask away negadude, we've got nothing to hide! At least I don't." That was a lie. He had a lot to hide. If Uranophane looked at his hands, she's notice that they were fidgeting.