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One day Pollux might find patrolling and bumping around in ally ways a good old past time. Right now, it was his job. He would roam aimlessly for a few hours, occasionally fighting some thug or gang member, or hell maybe find a crack dealer to beat up. Beating up dealers and trashing their 'goods' in front of them was kind of fun in a rather twisted way. Tonight was more relaxed. Yeah, saved a girl from getting mugged, called a terrorist, managed to evade pepper spray into his face. Good times, being called names when you had just saved someone's life.

Work with no rewards, sounded like he was 7 again and being told to do a chore, and nope, not proverbial ice cream, just an endless cycle of 'do this or else'. The 'or else' being having Castor ride his a** about 'what being a senshi means'. Grumbling, eyes downcast on his once white, not grime covered boots, He didn't notice the woman coming around the corner.

Well, not until he had the grace to crash into her, curse loudly, and then gaze at her outfit, face bland. Her energy blared out at him. Weaker then Castor's stronger then Themis. Also asswings. 'A sure sign of an eternal'. Wait...Ripped fuku. Skeletons. Two braids. Bitchface. "You wouldn't be a...Sailor Nemesis by any chance would you?" He was told to run, that this girl was batshit and would ******** his s**t up.

Pollux tended to ignore at lot of what Castor said anyway.

Crap. It would be just his luck to run into the one who would have the reputation for tormenting senshi. And apparent desire to kill Castor. But killing Castor was understandable, he was like that. You hated him, or, you didn't. Pollux just assumed most hated, given senshi were often female and he could only imagine their first encounters with him being anything but pleasant. Something Pollux was determined not to copy from his mock twin's example. Now to just make sure this girl didn't punch his face in.

Arms crossed and Pollux sighed. "Someone who told me that if I saw you to run the other way because as he put it 'she will rape your face and kick you in the balls forever.'" Pollux shrugged. "My brother," he used finger quotes for the name, "Prince' Castor, and if you feel like beating him up I'm not inclined to stopping you, chances are he deserves it. My only request is make sure he doesn't end up dead. It would kind of ruin my plans. As to where you might find him, he's not out tonight, he's with his fiance." Eyes rolled.

Uncrossing his arms, Pollux extended a hand. "Sorry, I've not introduced myself. Pollux, senshi of Frost. Awakened not to long ago, so forgive me if I lack a bit of the senshi knowledge and skills. Being told is vastly different then putting one's skill to practice." He didn't want to make enemies. Especially eternal senshi who could scare the piss out of others. No, he would much rather get on their good side. Or at least the not face rape side.

Her face did speak volumes. Those volumes were bound in the skin of virgins and the ink of babies and it was all printed in helvetica. Pollux was slowly coming to realize his brother's warning had been rather spot on in his assessment of how the senshi of decay could instill a very unique form of fear into you. She had the air of air of someone who was born to just be that way, and Pollux didn't want to bait the beast lurking under the skin of the eternal. "Tricked or drugged, they're about as sublet as an atomic bomb with their constant affections. On a good day he'll just not talk about her for a few hours. Mostly, he is constantly mooning over her, and just-" Rubbing his temples, Pollux wanted to gag thinking about them. "Consider yourself blessed in the fact he's terrified of you and would likely run the other way if he saw you, 'prince' or not. I however, am not so lucky."

His expression twitched a smirk thinking of how it must have been to see his brother beaten for his once flirty attitude. "My brother was always rather...special. I'm glad you put him him in his place. Honestly, he needed all the kicked in the a** he could get back then due to the way he acted. Got in into more than my fair share of trouble for his rule breaking." A pause as Pollux's gaze ran over Nemesis. "You know..." He smirked. "Next time you see him you ought to say hello." Hint hint, please do ******** up my brother's day hint.

A shrug. "But, I get ahead of myself. I'm trying to figure out this whole..senshi bit. Personally I don't understand why we come out here only to get attacked, sometimes by the people we save no less." A scowl. "You save a girl from getting mugged and what does she do? Attempt to get you pepper spray. Save an older gentleman from a youma? He calls police saying you attacked him. I didn't 'suit up' to deal with bullshit."
Pollux pouted. "I suit up because I am supposed to."

He pouted hard. "Not my job to make the world glitter and sparkle and shoot rainbows out my a**. I just want to be able to have one day of my life where I can wake up and not have to deal with another phone call about so and so seeing ******** monsters and crap."

If Pollux had more of his brother's nature he might attempt at flirting with Nemesis, thankfully the trait was not shared. And Pollux was far smart enough to not attempt such a thing. That wasn't to say he wouldn't make the grossed out face at the idea of induced vomiting. "You'd be damaging your teeth with stomach acid, hardly worth it for someone like him. No, he's not worth it. Save your body and the sandwich for something worth it, like the idea of a Justina Beaver Concert."

He shuddered. So many levels of evil existed in this world. That was one of them.

Still, shuddering at the idea of band singers aside, Pollux listened to Nemesis explain her reasons for fighting, remaining silent. Her own reasons made his seem selfish, but when wasn't he? "Refusing seems like it would be a waste. I have power, might as well use it....but you make a valid point. Powering up for the sake of it, from orders...a bit lacking in motivational department. " He smiled at her, a bit like his brother did, just a hair darker. "Even if it is lovely to watch idiots slip and fall on their a** when trying to run after they rob someone, that s**t hasn't gotten old yet." Popping his wrist, Pollux sighed. "I guess it'll take me a while to get use to this s**t. If anything I'm glad to know we have someone like you around, at very least will keep us newbie on our toes...and my brother. I can't dislike someone who can made him wince by name alone."

She relaxed on the wall and Pollux well a wave of relief. Did she scare him that much? Maybe. Nemesis certain carried an air about her that screamed threatening and at worst, dangerous. Her lowering her guard got Pollux doing the same, letting him breathe a sigh of relief he didn't realize he'd been holding in. "I aim to please, or, at very least to avoid making the same mistakes he made. God knows he earned a right many of them for his antics." Sighing, so much sighing and face palming when Elzo had told him of just about all his escapades while he was a senshi.

"Hrm. Time will tell who the winner is in the end. History is after all, written by the winners." While relaxed he didn't make any move to join her, letting the senshi of decay have her space as he had his own. She was an...acquaintance. He'd be far to bold to assume he could buddy up to her. "I for one, plan on seeing thing to the end at the very least. When I start something I intend to finish it, one way or another. Half assing something doesn't sit well. Even if I haven't found a good enough reason to fight, I'm not about to just drop it."

He looked at he, curious as to her thoughts. Then a smile. "Sounds like you have your own resolve to see this through. That I can admire." The smile got a little wide. "Plus the plans to beat up Castor are always good."

He laughed at that, an honest and true laugh. "Had I been first I think he'd probably still have done a majority of what he did. He's...special like that." Pollux rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I like to say he's gotten better at keeping his antics to a bare minimum but then I tend to get them at full blast at work. The magic of family knows no limits, not even ones made apparently involving actual magic and incredible bending of scientific laws and theories." Magic that could bend human understanding and previous notations. If he didn't have the power himself he'd call bullshit. Smoke and mirrors. But- it was a part of him, just as much as Castor was. Yet another fact he'd never understand, or escape from. "But hey, next time- and lets both be honest there will be a next time- I'll give you a ring."

Her anger was...not very surprising in a way. He had those sorts of thoughts about people he saw working in his office. Day in day out, living lives in a rather miserable fashion when they could do better for themselves. Yet they remained for no reason than blind obligation to the company. "Sometimes you are given a role and don't think to try and change it." He'd been born an unwanted second son, and had become his brother's keeper. It had been his role, and for much of his life, he'd done little to change it. "But one day, you might wake up and think that it isn't what you want anymore, you move and go beyond that. I did once." He picked at dirt under his finger nail, a smirk on his features. "One choice I made for myself, and I've yet to truly regret it."

A quick fishing into his sash produced two objects. A small pen, and a small notebook. Jolting a few numbers down, he ripped the paper off and handed it to her. "Give me a call sometime. I'm sure I can arrange you and my brother to have a...play date." Evil smile of sibling antics, was that the expression her had? Most definitely. "But I do implore you not to die. I'd hate to not have someone around who can keep my brother on his toes."