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Since several of Senri's photos were featured in this art gallery, the model had been obligated to come. To not come would be a show of ungratefulness to the sponsors and director of the art gallery. It was a necessary sacrifice for his company to send him as one of their representatives. Even if it was only for a short appearance, it would be fine.

The director had also caught him, coming to a stop in front of the young model. His hand clasped onto Senri's shoulder in a grandfatherly manner. "You came, eh? It's good to see you again, boy! Let your office know that I'll be heading their way again sometime soon." Senri shook his hand, a cordial smile remained upon his face."Of course, It's a pleasure to see you again." The busy man left Senri alone once more, while he accepted a drink from one of the waiters passing by. He wandered to a stop in front of one of his own photos. It wasn't that he was narcissistic or loved his own face. Senri's tastes didn't exactly run that way. Of course, that didn't mean that Senri wasn't confident in his own face or skills.

Rather... he supposed that he was amazed by the fact that people seemed easily fooled by faces. ..... Sigh. As Kaatje said, his face was the only good thing about him.

Senri had briefly noted the girl's presence at his side but did nothing more then that. As far as they were concerned, they were both strangers to each other.

At least until she spoke, Senri's mouth curved into a smile. "Really?" He looked at the picture, his eyes lowering to stare at the picture, pausing as if to thoughtfully consider the criticism. Rather then be hurt or offended, Senri still retained his confidence. And even a touch of amusement. "That's the first observation I've heard that I've actually liked."

He looked at the young woman beside him, as if to carefully observe her. Her style of dress indicated wealth, and the number of people she had attracted earlier was another indication of her place in this particular society. It wasn't Senri's society, but a circle that Senri found himself walking in despite his avoidance.

Not that Senri wasn't well-dressed of course. He wore a simple black blazer over a light gray collared shirt. A silver chain adorned his neck, along with a bracelet on his wrist. "You're quite interesting." He let his gaze trail over the usual crowds, old men along with mature woman who resembled their mother's age. They were people with nothing better to do other then to offer pointless criticism and advice on manners that only the idle upper rich could afford. Crowds like these didn't normally include young adults such as Senri and the girl beside him. Despite his doubts, he still asked if only to confirm her answer, "Do you normally come to these events?" A handsome glance was directed her way.

"Yeah," Senri looked to the photo once more, his cerulean blue eyes observing the young girl from the corner of his eye. "Who else would say that to the model themself?" Of course, he would note the embarassing slip. He didn't imagine that she would say it on purpose, since most people of this particular circle wasn't as bluntly honest. But despite that mistake, the way she held her composure was remarkably well. Still, that laidback grin that Senri featured still didn't take any offense.

There was a pause before he answered her question directly. "...I suppose that you could say that I prefer the truth." There was a somewhat weary air, as if Senri having gotten tired of their sophisticated airs a long time ago. Artful flattery, or criticism from old art 'experts' were all the same to Senri. They only bothered with his appearance. He had heard the same lines, only altered by the way they chose to say it, dozens of times. Nobody had bothered to look past Senri's appearance. Although that was fine as well. It merely made for a boring trip when Senri chose to venture out.

But now, somebody interesting had come. "If I may ask your name..?" Even though the phrased question was polite, it seemed to be be more of a statement rather then a question from the confident way he expected her to answer.

"My name is Senri."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jada." Senri took Jada's hand in his, and pressed an impersonal kiss against her hand as prompted by polite manners. He drew away, and listened to Jada's words. As she admitted her lack of knowledge, Senri found her becoming likable. "How refreshing," Senri's eyes twinkled with slight laughter. "A person who admits their faults." This was a first. Senri had people who knew little and covered it up with ignorant comments or tried to interject their opinions.

The question brought a wry look to his face, "Bored with modeling?" No, that wasn't the exact problem. How to say it..? "Hm." Senri thought for a bit before responding with a smile. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm perpetually bored in life." It wasn't exactly appropriate to say with such a smile but Senri didn't seem at all bothered by it. It wasn't that Senri was a boring person by nature, but simply hard to please with the mundance aspects of life.

"I can see that you think it's boring?" He picked up on the undercurrents of her question, surveying her with a smirk that seemed to know what she was thinking. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't.

"Don't tell me you've never aspired of being a model? Or something similar?" He half leaned, half sat against a decorative table near them that had a vase of flowers but aside from that, was empty. He crossed his arms in a relaxed manner, clearly wanting to know her answer. She definitely wasn't the type their usual models but what was popular was not necessarily best. And the fashion world was a fickle world after all.

Senri examined Jada with an observant gaze. "Well-said." Her answer was diplomatic, and suited to one of her wealthy position.

"Ah." Senri made a knowing sound. It was a common problem in their world. It was really too bad that their world required such exact standards. Senri didn't always agree with their standards; but despite his opinions, there was nothing Senri could rectify about the situation. He glanced at Jada's body, taking in her appearance; her curves and body that deviated from the preferred model. "I wouldn't say that it's necessarily a bad quality."The way that Senri said it didn't imply sexual interest, but merely a bystander's opinion.

"That's just my opinion." Not that he cared particularly.

He took the chiding tone with a grin, obviously not taking the scolding to heart. Senri was never one to turn down a beautiful girl's attentions. "Come along Milady." Senri proposed teasingly, holding out a hand to Jada for her to take.

But as life would often have itself, including its whims - their particular meeting would also be interrupted. A strange black mist had begun to surround them. It came from an painting a few feet away, barely imperceptible at first. Perhaps it was a figment of the light, one had to rub their eyes to check their vision. An uneasy sensation creeped up Senri's spine and no doubt Jada's as well -- Senri withdrawing his hand momentarily. Suspicion lined the previously relaxed male's posture.

'This doesn't feel right..' But his thoughts would be too late; A loud rumbling roared, and a deafening screech filled the air. Most people reacted by covering their ears to the horrendous sound, others taking the opportunity to run. A black shadowy ball emerged from the painting, heading for the closest target; An elderly woman dressed in a silk cardigan and floral skirt. The shadow cleared up to reveal a skeletal youma with a tail of bones arranged as a spine following it.

It's mouth opened, ready to consume the easy target while the tail whipped around, knocking several people out of the way. Another person was sent crashing into a wall, another into a painting rattling the rest of the paintings lined against the wall. Senri was, as well, sent careening -- not into a wall but the second floor's vertical window. The glass couldn't support the male's weight, breaking beneath Senri as he disappeared.

However, the youma didn't let anyone past that point, seeming to effectively guard the area behind it.

He henshined mid-air, landing as his boots slid on the concrete pavement only seconds away for his would-be untimely demise. "..." It would have been a messy death indeed.

Senri looked to the second floor, already hearing the commotion. He would have to take care of that youma, wouldn't he? Although it would be ideal to leave it to another senshi, Zephyr doubted that any senshi would be in the near vicinity. Besides, the most useful senshi that he knew would have just lit the entire building on fire. At any rate... "At least thats over now." Senri's mouth curved into a wry smile - he couldn't say he held any remorse over the premature ending of the art gallery.

But on the other hand, it had meant to kill Senri and Senri couldn't muster up the forgiveness for that particular attempt.

Sailor Zephyr jumped on several ledges, reaching the same window that he had been thrown out of. But maybe... Zephyr had misjudged his timing and momentum. "Move!" The curt warning had only been seconds away, not entirely an adequate warning for any occupant of the museum. However, the youma turned at the unwanted interruption, Zephyr's foot landing in its face. "..My bad."

He surveyed the scene quickly, noticing Jada and the shattered pottery. Either she was a fool or a hero for staying back, continuing to protect the civilians. However, Senri did like Jada even though they were mere acquaintances, which prompted him to say "Should I buy you some time to escape?" It would be easier to handle this without civilians watching, or getting in his way.

"Damn it!" Those were the first words out of his mouth at the idiocy of the situation. What was that saying? With old age came wisdom? Apparently that wasn't proving true for all people with old age. So folly could extend to all ages then, young or old.

"Che." He clicked his tongue, "This is why I didn't want to be a senshi." Sailor Zephyr muttered to himself. They were all ungrateful bastards -- so willing to judge according to what they heard rather then thinking things over for themselves. What did their education system teach? If they took a single moment to think, they would realize that senshi were saving them. Zephyr didn't have to take the effort to save them. If he wanted to ruin the art gallery, Sailor Zephyr would have taken more precautions. Like trashing it before the party, why else would he go through the trouble of attending?

"....?" Senri's gaze was caught by Jada's wink, wondering what the young girl was planning. But he was willing to go along with it, if only for the entertainment value. "I understand." Somewhat. An easy grin accompanied the remark, Senri could easily handle the task of distracting said youma until Jada and the old woman left.

The roar beneath his foot reminded him of the situation once more. "Whoops." The youma seemed far angrier, Senri jumping back to avoid its wrath. "Don't get carried away." He said irritatedly to the youma,one gloved hand punching his palm in a threatening gesture. He had enough of useless art galleries, idle wealthy people, insipid old woman, and youma. The youma responded in kind by heading towards its enemy, crashing into every corner in the room in an effort to catch the senshi. The walls shook under the force of each impact, causing more and more panic.

When Scylla emerged into the art gallery in a rush, the youma swooped past her to get to Zephyr on the side of the room. "Oh~?" Zephyr's expression was marked by surprised at the unexpected senshi.

"..Right." Zephyr looked around the exit, considering which exit they could use. But then again, he doubted it would matter. If anything, that youma was capable of making its own exit.

To be honest, Sailor Zephyr didn't really care which side took the blame. if anything, Senri considered the press tedious. In fact, that was exactly why he took care to avoid them. And most of all, Zephyr didn't like flashy displays. But the other's senshi's attack might prove interesting. An attack that couldn't be used inside a building? That was intriguing, and Sailor Zephyr definitely wanted to see that.

"..That won't be a problem." There was an exit that Senri knew well enough. Senri jumped out the very same window that he had been thrown out of, the youma following him with no hesitation. It crashed through the window and the surrounding ceme, making a large hole in the museum walls. Both youma and senshi landed on the front corner of the museum's entrance side. People screamed, rushing out of the way to leave Sailor Zephyr and the youma in a large isolated radius. "Any time now." he called out, waiting for Scylla to make her entrance.

In the mean time, "Break Wind!" The large gust of wind hit the youma squarely, but the youma surprised them all by standing up once more. That wouldn't be enough to finish it.