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Truthfully, Rosalind wanted to take three-- maybe four-- donuts and shove them down her garbage disposal of a mouth. She couldn't, though, since she had a girlish figure to maintain and an image of superiority to hold over all the other humdrum senshi who made their way to this forced training. Well, all except for Perseus-- she was alright! Castor had prodded Rosalind into attending a training session. Honestly, she didn't need it, as she was just as viable as any other sailor scout. She just chose not to be a fighter. Maybe she'd show him what she was capable of, just so he'd figuratively 'get off her back.'

Of course, maybe she wanted to stomp him in the crotch for being such a garbage-mouth. If he spewed any more vulgarities out of his mouth, his teeth would rot and fall out of his face. He was that raunchy, blech.

"Castor, I really do not get the point of this, truth be told. You obviously know a majority of us," she stated blandly while raising an eyebrow, "so you're just wasting our time. Just let us throw our attacks at you, then we can get out of here. Some of us have things to do, you know." Rosalind looked to Perseus, then Hestia and Merope, whom she had not met or seen before. The last two didn't seem too powerful, but she was interested in what their spheres would be. One could never be so sure nowadays! "Especially since I've already had the... pleasure? Of being able to ask you the questions I needed answers to."

The Soldier of Wealth sighed and flipped a lock of glossy hair to the side, making sure that she looked just as fabulous as she always did.

As far as abandoned lots went, this one looks respectably disreputable, Hestia though as she gave the area a small nod of approval. It wouldn't do to have Miss Algol anywhere in the vicinity of course, but for her own training? Well, it was Hestia's job to get dirty to get things done, and done right.

The mood of approval continued as the Eternal spoke, though she pointedly did not go near the doughnuts. She was willing to place a fair bit of confidence in the young man's fighting skills, but eating habits? Not even.

With a soft cough, Hestia looked Sailor Castor straight in the eye...well, tried to. He was a bit tall. Frowning, she cleared her throat to report, "I'm Sailor Hestia, Senshi of Housekeeping, sir. My attack is..." The frown deepened and she looked off to the side, less than enthused.

As much as she would like to use terms like "lava" or "chainsaw" or "lasers" it would likely be best to be honest about this. "My attack cleans a small area," she continued reluctantly, "resulting in a blinding glare."

The small senshi paused for a moment. If she was really going to be honest about things..."I'm fine with bleeding, sir, but would rather not do so out of the...a**." Another small cough.

Castor smiled in the way he smiled at Elegancia in the hospital room. A s**t eating grin that spoke just how much she was not going to enjoy the words right out of his mouth. "Congrats Princess fancy panties, since you feel you don't need to be apart of the little pow wow and are infinity better then your peers and can't be bother to share with them your name, your sphere, or what your attack even does, I want you start running laps." He sat, smiling like it was totally fine. "Or, you can humor me, be polite to your fellow temporary teammates and share information, and not run in circles for the next hour." Was he serious? Yes, he was. In fact Castor made a note to hound her about the future visit to the gym with him.

"I'll be perfectly honest you guys. I'm not going to baby you. By the end of the night, you will have dealt a blow to the negaverse, however small. But it will require you to work as a team. In the past we could work alone, but that was before the killings had begun to spread. Before the negaverse had their queen." He got off his box, somewhere, there was the dull thud of something bashing from inside a storage locker.
"Now, Hestia right?" Castor paused. She looked awfully familiar. "You say you can blind the enemy? I will guess this means you're a support senshi. So logically, in battle, it would be unrealistic of us to expect you to be at the front lines. That doesn't mean however that you should expect your teammates to defend you if you get some special nega attention. I'd reccomend taking some self defense courses, but more on that later. For now, the main goal right would be focusing on how to use your attack and make sure it doesn't come back at you, or worst case, hit your allies while they're trying to attack." He chuckled. "Which brings me to a topic. Our powers." He pointed at a trash bin. "Watch."

As he called out his attack, and the hail was wild, hitting in random places and over a wide area. Hardly forced. "Now, this is what all of your goals will be." Again, he called out his attack, but this time, the hail was more focused still a bit lacking in control. It was Castor's first level of attack. The level of control from when he started out to what is was before he'd gone super.

"When we start out our attacks are unfocused, we're new and often can't control them or prevent them from hurting our allies. What I hope we can do here is start working on better controlling out powers. While you won't be total masters of your attack, after a while you should be able to have a slight control of your power. At least to the point where you don't risk killing your self." He shrugged over to the now uttery broken trash bin. "My first attack is simple enough. Over time, I've refined my control. When you eventually reach super, your power and control will increase dramatically. My second attack, lucky for both you two," he smiled at Merope and Perseus, "Is a close ranged attack." He raised his broken hand, Cast still in place. "And if you were ever curious, punching the queen of the negaverse is not the best idea. Moving on."

He paces in front of them. God, he felt like a boot camp instructor, only cooler. "It sounds like what you all need and want is help with your attacks. Given you guys can probably only use your attack three times at best, I'm going to go check on something. In the meantime-" He gave a look to Rosalind. "Feel free to talk and stuff, I'll be back soon." With that castor walked off towards the storage units, but if the other senshi listened closely, they might have heard him mutter something about a youma.

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Wait, she could focus her attack? Why hadn't she been trying this much earlier?! Perseus wondered if perhaps she could up the effect of the attack, or perhaps even up the amount of range she had. The girl certainly didn't like to kiss people or monsters on the lips, and would much rather kiss them on the cheek if she had the option to do so. Castor left, muttering about youma which made her raise an eyebrow in his general direction before being drawn away by the sound of wood clattering against the floor.

"Are you alright... Hestia, was it?" She didn't understand why the senshi had kicked over the crate. Unless perhaps she wasn't thrilled with her attack? That at least, Perseus could relate to.

Merope's eyes went wide as Castor seemed to mercilessly batter the trash, however it wasn't until Castor explained the reason for his cast that the young senshi looked upon the eternal with respect. Castor punched the queen of the negaverse?! And that's what happened?! He made a note to try and avoid punching her, however remembering this note would have been more successful if he remembered what Beryl looked like. Since he didn't, this self-made note was forgotten three minutes later.

The boy finished his coffee, jumping when Hestia kicked over the crate. "I wouldn't say that?" Merope ventured cautiously. You could never be too sure when dealing with females, and he was terribly outnumbered here with Castor gone, "You kicked me pretty hard a couple days ago. Doesn't that count?" He asked, shrugging.

He pushed himself off of the crate and walked over to the now battered and hail'd trash can, reaching down to pick up and examine the hail Castor summoned. He whistled before nudging the container with his boot. Merope then stood up, tossing the empty cup into the battered thing before standing up to face the others, unsure of what to say next.

When Castor returned he was smiling like he just found something super top secret. Smug would be close but not quite. He wasn't really gloating so much as he knew something but was planning on sharing it. And in sharing it would be the fun part. It was a Castor smile. And it couldn't mean good news for the four senshi. "Grats guys and...." He looked at Merope. Poor, cold Merope. Castor hoped the thermos of coffee would remain warm. "Dude. I hope fancy panties gave herself a nice intro, because in a few minutes you'll be forced to fight a youma."

Did he just say youma? Why yes he did! "I caught it last night and tonight, I want to see you guys work as a unit to fight it." He jumped up onto the roof of a unit. "You all can jump I hope? The Youma can't jump or climb, so it's stuck here in the gated areas. Your task will be to take it out, while doing as little damage as possible to the buildings and to each other." He started to walk along the roof. "I won't say what the youma looks like, but, it's big and nasty with one hard to hit weakspot. Right now though? Might be good to discuss how best to combine your powers."
He motioned for them to follow and talk as they did so.

The small senshi gave Merope a small smile, feeling a bit cheered at the reminder. It really had been a good kick! She had been in The Zone. Maybe if she could show Castor The Zone he'd declare her a Senshi of Mass Destruction and send her off to hit things. And when he returned, it did seem like things were going to get violent.

He'd caught a youma. A youma. Hestia wondered, briefly, if she should ask him to maybe hold off on killing it, so she could inspect it. Sailor Algol had been hoping to catch a good one for some time, but for some reason they were always less than willing. In the end, she held her peace. To be quite honest, she wasn't exactly enthusiastic about the "capture a youma for an appropriately epic pet" scheme. Not that her mistress was in any way wrong, of course! It was just that...youma were simply not evolved enough to really appreciate Sailor Algol.

Along the lines of appreciation, Miss Perseus definitely seemed worthy of it. Hestia's eyebrows shot up as she followed Castor with the others. She had never even considered combining her attack like that! Glancing over at Rosalind, she gave the elegant senshi a considering look, "I'd like to try that, Miss, if it's alright?"

Truthfully a part of her, a large part (MASSIVE part really) made her want to step up an say, "I'd like a plan where I break it's face." But the Senshi of Illusion had sounded confident enough in her instructions that Hestia naturally assumed a more passive manner. Plus, the possibility of combining her attack was intriguing.