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So far, Pollux was considering the work of being a senshi not really worth the reward. Cops would open fire without hesitation, people would run away, calling him a terrorist, a monster, a bane, a blight upon the city. And just what had he done? Nothing. Nothing but spare their ungrateful lives from things that would sooner take them away. Hardly worth the effort he was going through. Getting less sleep, getting hurt in faulty jumps, getting into scraps with monsters from his own worst nightmares.
So far, being a senshi was a thankless job.
But somebody had to do it. Like a mop, and a broom, no one wants a thankless job.

Pollux, gruff and rather annoyed he'd let Elzo's pushy nature drive him to henshin and go out, was just running. If he saw something he'd act. But right now, running, for the sake of running, was easing some of tension, some of his angst. Running down the roads, blue eyes picked up a sight he'd not yet encountered before. Another male senshi. And not one his brother had described if looks were anything to go by.
"Hey." Pollux stopped his running and tried to suck in his frustrations with his brother...and his current feelings about going out and around looking for ways to die in the wet and cold spring night.
"You stick in one spot your bound to get attacked." He shrugged. "At least that is what I'm told happens."

Pollux shrugged, eyes flicked down the the tensing muscles, the curling fists. Great. He'd been told not to pick fights but tonight a fight was being picked with him. Normally he'd brush it off or ignore it. Normally, he'd walk away. Sadly, normal kind of put on a troll face and ditched him a long time ago. He was just going to have to deal with it. "I like to think it would happen rather quickly." A step back. He just wanted one night he could go home not regretting something. Served him right for listening to talking cats.

"Less time less mess after all. Also less work and-" He didn't have time it seemed, as fist caught him on the side, jolting whatever thoughts he had. Knocking him to the side, Pollux went down hard, having not taken the other senshi seriously. Castor had been right. Being a senshi didn't mean they wouldn't hesitate to attack him. Mental cursing his brother, Pollux stood, or rather he would have stood.

Instead he opted to just screw it.

He dove for the other senshi's waist.

Pollux regret taking the night off. Just one night could he not end up brused or in pain or sleep deprived? No? Lovely. He'd be sure to do this more often universe, after all, looking like living death was soooo fun.
NOT.
Growling, Pollux was trying to go for the face. Get the jaw, the nose, and eye. Maybe KO if he was lucky. To bad 'luck' and 'senshi' was 99% never going to happen. "******** hell, you just fight any guy that you run across?" A grip on his arm and Pollux was rolling. Or trying to roll anyway. Kind of hard unless he wanted to dislocate his arm. Which would have thrown a serious damper on his week. "Don't make me ice you." Oh, now didn't that sound scary.

So young, so utterly fail in trash talking for a senshi.

Okay. 'Don't make me ice you' was going down as his first official fail as a senshi. In fact this battle was so far looking like 'How does Pollux learn to suck: A lesson in life. Grunting from under another menshi, at best Pollux figured they looked like they were two dudes having some kind of college drunk induced bad idea. Or a gay porno demo. he hoped the fact they were fully clothed just made it look like it was drunk frat boy bad idea.

"Truth be told I prefer something more refined, that aside-" Pollux was face first in dirt. He was struggling under another menshi. His arm hurt. What was a little ice magic? "Chilling Storm." The monotone voice gave notice as the air chilled and the crack of ice began to form around and on them. Frost covering bare skin and doing just what Pollux's attack stated. Chilled.

Pollux's struggling slowed, as bad idea highlight of the night took form of casting his attack on not just his new enemy, but on himself as well. Unable to see his target, he just wanted to be let go. End result was the focus of the frost spreading outward was the hands grasping his arm. In his mind, the second the air got colder, removing the energy and heat from the air to allow his attack, all Pollux could think was how this was going to suck.
That, and how after, he was going to take a warm shower and then sleep with five blankets. For a senshi with an ice sphere, he still loathed the cold.

Groaning at the fact he was now in pain, cold, and frankly, not looking forward to the fact when he moved he'd be in more cold and pain, Pollux bit back as the foot collided. Kick a guy when he'd down. So cold Chaonis. So cold. Slow and a tad slugging, the hail senshi was getting up at a snail's pace, joints stiff and skin covered in goosebumps.

"No." Half standing, Pollux used a cement block for support. "It is like any other ice, it'll melt. It's just cold as ********." Sniffling, he rubbing his arm, little flecks of ice falling to the ground. "Now, any reason why you just felt like attacking me or is this what I should expect from all senshi?"

This guy would get along well with his brother. Cocky, fighting for the sake of fighting, and brushing off formalities and just- ugh. Pollux, punching bag eternal. It might as well be his new status name. Senshi of the mysterious bruises he'd have to explain to his co-workers and hide in yet another office meeting. Thank god work meant formal wear. He'd never get by with casual, or without a pack of ibuprofen in his pocket.

Flexing his joints, Pollux was at least glad he would only need one pill in all likelyhood tonight. Well, that and no youma dust was on him. God he hated youma dust almost more than he hated the youma. A glare given to Chaonis and the frost senshi considered where to aim next time. If there was a next time and given the look from the other guy? There would be. "I don't b***h." He did but with his expression. He b***h faced at Chaonis. He b***h faced so hard you could tell he might have even practiced his b***h face. That was how much Pollux was b***h facing at Chaonis.

"I would just think you'd give a fair warning to...such training methods. " Blue eyes narrowed. "But your compliment is appreciated and-" he was reluctant to say it, "-so is the practice." There, he admitted it. He needed practice brawling. Just don't jump him like that. Even if that was pretty much what any youma or negaverser would have done. Nope, Pollux wasn't going to admit that part, ever.

Somewhere in the back of Pollux's subconsciousness, he hoped Chaonis appreciated the level of bitchfing the senshi of hail was giving. Because it was extreme bitchface. A bitchface of 'I hate the fact you helped me in a way I should be used to given both my time at Hillworth and my blood relations.' A bitchface for the ages. You were getting it Chaonis. Pollux was giving it to you hard and you would take and by god you would like it. But Pollux was unaware of his subconscious thoughts however, all he realized was that his facial muscles had begun to hurt so he should stop bitchfacing. Another day it might resume but even Pollux figured that was enough intense bitchfacing for one night.

"You're not a negaverse agent." Stated captain obvious. "Or a criminal mastermind." Eyes still narrowed and glared. "For that I am glad. I suppose being jumped by-" a pause, " an ally if better than being jumped by an enemy." Watching the older senshi scan him down prompted Pollux to do the same. "I feel like this is a bad rendition of Star Trek." Muttered comment aside Pollux nodded. "I'll try to be more alert. Or at least more wary of people sitting around idle." A small smile. "Good luck to Chaonis." Step by hobbling step Pollux was going to go home and pop a few pain killers. Bruises would heal in a day or so. "And...thank you."