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Marlo was making a piss poor attempt to brush his hair back into orderly neatness. It was a battle of the wills, and so far Marlo was on the losing end. Stray hairs kept sticking to his face, and water was soaking the back of his shirt. He thought a quick workout would do him so good and while it had, he still had work left at the office.

Waving to one of the other gym regulars, Marlo went back to hair rangling, which by now was an extreme sport, the rubber band sliding around. "God damn-" He muttered under his breath a string of curses, eyes on the ceiling and not in front of him where they should have been. Walking into another person was his own fault really, and so was the embarrassment. "Damn sorr- Azzo? It's Azzo right?" Marlo was sure he'd met him before, but, it felt like ages ago.

He was alright, just annoyed at his hair. He felt like a mop, yet smelled of mint. Mint was supposed to be soothing but all he got was 'your hair is wet and you have no hair tie and your shirt will be soggy ahahaha your day will suck'. ******** mint. ******** water. ******** angry at things not really in his control. Grumbling, Marlo just shook it off. "Nggh, yes, I'm fine. Just-" He brush his hair off of his face. "Dealing with it."

Shrugging, Marlo motioned he'd walk with him. It was always good to chat and catch up. At least it would be, if a woman wasn't screaming something about monsters from the direction of the front desk. Marlo paused and groaned. "Seriously? Even here?" Muttering under his breath Marlo went towards the showers. "Uh...look. We can chat another time alright? I uh- left something." The screams got louder. He moved quicker. "In the shower. Just-"

Some days.

Coming out from the showers, Pollux's hair was tied, dry, and he felt just as clean. Hopefully he'd stay that way, (but knowing his luck he wouldn't). The screams were now more than one, and people were gunning for the emergency exits, alarms going off and weights rolling on the floor, dropped in the rush to flee. Then- who? He got one of those feeling. Energy blips. The guy looked- well he was darkly dressed he had what looked like a weapon, and Pollux sensed a youma nearby. "Oi." He went after him. "Let me guess, Rock for name, planning to have beasty knock em out so get some easy picking right?"

'Beasty', the youma chose at that moment to come out. It was..well. Marlo had played a few RPGs at one point, (dark, dark, very boring times), and it looked like a warg. Huge wolf on steroids. Lots of them. "Uh-" It growled at the pair of them. "********."

Pollux's brow quirked as he took a step back from the youma. "A page of Saturn? How lovely. All that tells me is bum ******** nothing." He knew of knights; his sister in law was one such powered entity. But as for pages? Not a clue. The senshi of frost was as ignorant of them as many others when it came to the Knights and their role.

The moment Pollux put some wight behind the words was when Nifhel actually went to fight the youma head on. That was when Pollux figured if they were a page of Saturn or s**t, so long as they had a common enemy, he couldn't care less what they were, so long at that youma ended up dead.

The problem was Pollux had no idea how to kill such a thing. How do you kill something when your attack just really made things cold and get covered ina thin layer of ice? Well, you improvised. Pollux found his target spot and with a flick of his wrist and a quick casting, the magic was sent the abomination's way. And towards the page of Saturn as well.

Pollux's lip twitched in annoyance as the Youma twitched and shuddered from the cold and bits of ice that had formed on its body. "Frost." Curt, the senshi was looking for another way to attack the youma. Most items were things like balance balls, yoga mats, hardly useful tools for causing massive amounts of damage. meanwhile the youma was focused on the young man under it, jaws snapping open and shut, aiming to take a chunk out of the page.

It was by luck the the senshi of frost found a medicine ball. A hefty one at that. Grunting he threw it, and the youma yelped before falling to it's side, unable to stay steady with the chain. "You're rather old for a page, I'd have expected someone your age to be a squire. Children fairy tales? If that is what you're going by..." His expression went from serious to rather quizzical. "Try historical fact."

The youma gave a whimper as it moved to get up. Pollux just picked up the medicine ball and threw it again.

With a sense of finality, Pollux picked up the medicine ball for the last time. He looked at the youma with a scowl. This was just the think he hated. Well, sort off until he powered down. Walking over to the all but dead youma, the death blow by gym equipment was a swift one, the weight thrown onto the monster's head with a sickening crunch. Black bile splattered, and the youma faded to dust.

It would fade soon enough, but the scowl on Pollux's face was prone to lingering. Glancing over to Niflhel, he crossed his arms. "I really don't know, so long as you aim to kill those things. All I know is that if we hang about here we're bound to run into somebody or worse." He jerked a thumb at the main entrance. "Cops were probably called and on their way. Safest bet is book it now." The senshi wasted no time in heading towards the emergency exit. A look back. "You coming?"

Pollux wasn't even paying attention really, his mind focused on where to go to find a way to power down and act just like any other civilian. Sighing however he just stopped long enough to back. "Two blocks should be a safe distance." Two turns and a few back roads later, Pollux considered himself safe, and let the magic wash away.

"Now, the waiting game."