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Marlo wasn't a hipster. He didn't wear 'the look', he didn't drink the 'good' coffee, and he didn't think indie music was very good. So why had he gone into the store? Simple, he'd been curious. Two day ago he'd gotten a pulse of 'dark energy' as he'd been told from the place. Apparently that was what 'bad vibes' meant when he was a senshi. Some kind of evil crap. Earlier he'd gone in as a civilian and found nothing odd. But now it was nightfall, and in the back alley, he was getting the vibes again, each one coming from the same place. The ******** hipster store.

It just had to be hipsters. Always ******** hipsters. They were probably keeping something thinking it was alternative and 'deep'. Damn them and their 'alternative' bullshit. It was just an excuse to dress unprofessional.

Then he saw it it was- A store mannequin. Outside the back door, dressed in typical hipster vintage clothes. But it radiated of dark energy and it was moving- it was alive. The doll like joints back, and it's fingers had morphed into claws. "********. Hipsters." Cursing under his breath, the thing's head jerked in his direction. "s**t." Cover blown, it was after him. Jumping up to the fire exit, he climbed to the roof, not yet able to jump that high standing still. The doll moved silently after him, claws reaching out after him.

Once on the roof, he waited, it was just a matter of time before it would return. Eyes flicked around to the other building and saw another person. It was probably a negaverser he'd heard about. It would be just his luck too. "You've got to be kidding me." If looking at the other person he'd not watched the wall, or the hipster mannequin now shuffling toward him, claw raised.

Duck? Pollux's brain wanted to ask why when the green glow filled the space between the the other guy's hands. Oh, no real questions needed there. Ducking he saw just why he'd been lucky. The hipster from hell took a hit and from the looks of things it was crippled, but not down and out. The other arm of the monster reached out, claws grazing Pollux's arm. "s**t." The curse hissed through his teeth as the sting of pain sliced his nerves. This was just what he needed. Warm blood bubbled up and slid down, and Pollux didn't look. Last thing he wanted to see was that he'd need not only stitches, but to try and come up with a believable story for hospital staff.

Even if no doubt 'monsters' was a story they often were getting tales of from those luck enough to survive attacks.

As the monster came at him again, Pollux took a cheap shot, kicking out and hitting the thing in it's torso knocking it back, an audible crunch at the soft plastic breaking from the blow. The creature staggered, but didn't seem to care the plastic shell had cracked and split open, black bile dripping staining the clothing the thing wore. Pollux just took this chance to run towards the supposed ally.

A lucky jump that left him stumbling, the senshi of frost could now feel the other senshi clearly at such a close range. "Pollux, frost." That was about as good an introduction he could make. "Thanks for the warning." The youma was still on the other building, but the way it moved...not for very long.

Breaths coming in short bursts, Pollux looked at the other senshi. Yeah that plus the name- "Better that than senshi of ********." Standing Pollux got a better look at the youma as it was debating about the jump. If it serious could make it Pollux was so not wanting to deal with it. The thing oozed black bile. Bile. Sure it would vanish with the fuku but s**t was still nasty.

"My attack is just that, frost. Cold small ice forming on the surface. With something alive it's going to have more effect that something-" The doll lifted it's limp arm with the other hand experimentally, but the limb dangled lifeless. "Alive. I'd call it possession but I think we can both say that it's just another ******** monster." The mannequin backed away from the ledge. It was going to try. "******** hate monsters." The thing gave itself a running start and flung itself across the street but as soon as it was in the air, Pollux was casting his magic on the roof top and the roof's edge.

Where ever the thing landed it was going to struggle to stay upright. Pollux was personally hoping it just flat our didn't make it.

Pollux gave a low appreciative whistle as the youma plummeted to the awaiting pavement below. The store had lost a mannequin, but hey, in the grand scheme of the things the two senshi probably saved countless lives. "Always did appreciate a good curb stomp." Going over to the edge, Pollux looked over, the shell of the youma remained as the bile slowly turned into dust. Leaving the world clean and pristine once more. Too bad it now just looked like some nuts had beat the s**t of some plastic doll for no apparent reason.

Such would be story stuck in the back of the paper. Terrorists attack dolls for kicks? A new threat tactic? He could see the headlines now. AT least it was better then some property damage he could do. "As for most disgusting, no, that award goes to the people of Walmart. Which alas, I have a feeling our powers just can't handle." He smirked. Holding out his hand it was time for a proper introduction. "As I said, Sailor Pollux, senshi of frost, at your service." His smirk widened. "Well, more or less."

Pollux smirked. He sounded like his brother. But without the family relation it was ten times easier to deal with. The handshake was firm, as was the nod given. "Wouldn't be the first time I get asked for strange things. As for best looking, My brother would argue you on that one. Well, a few senshi might." He thought about Chaonis and his attitude. So far of the menshi he'd met, Pollux thought Themis was by far the most sane.

Not that he himself was a shining example of sanity. Going so far as to try and fight things out of his range of power. "Spiders though. Interesting. Explains the outfit. Mine's simple but-" A shrug. "Not very helpful guessing wise. Suppose it's a good thing. Less attention and easier to blend in that way. Also helps when trying to get jobs and contacts." A disapointed looks came across his features as the last of the bile turned to dust. "Kind of sucks this one didn't have a hit on it. Could have used the cash."

"A mind can be more attractive then a body." Pollux shrugged. "Not that we're the most sane individuals. Fighting monsters in-" He tugged on a glove. "Well. It's not Dior but it works. At very least it self cleans."

Pollux might never admit his love for the sash however. That was secret. But Arachne's interest kept his mind off of their uniforms. "In the city crime goes unnoticed, the media mixes stories, the police don't notice real criminals, or, some criminals want to cash in on the terrorism." A smirk. "That is, they see an opportunity. A person with skills no other hired hand can offer. A person already feared and known, but skilled in laying low and not getting caught." He pulled out his senshi phone, taking a moment to scan the other. "Mostly it's killing youma who prey on their men, women, or it's body gaurding. Mostly for show. Do a little magic, and they often get scared. I have had legitimate cases where people wanted me to find the things that attacked them, keep their homes safe. They pay a small fee, or offer the right incentive-" Another shrug. "It's work. I get rewarded in more then insults and the name terrorist. Why?"

Pollux was a business man, and he saw an opportunity for a partner. A good one. "You interested?"

Nodding Pollux fished in the folds of his sash for the small pen and notepad he kept on hand. A quick few words and numbers and- "Here." It wasn't an address, it was an intersection. "When you get there, give me a call for the details. I'd give the address now but, with senshi luck, it would get found and then everyone is ********." Scratching the back of his head he shrugged.

"I own a business. I was sick of getting s**t. My brother used his powers to get help in the past, figured why not step it up? Sent the offer out, and surprisingly, got a few interested parties lined up. I personally don't care what jobs you take, but fair warning...they're all over the place. A few are down right distasteful. I can deal with saving a hooker from a bad pimp, but in helping a dealer smuggle s**t to kids? No, that is off my desk. Personal choices and preferences. I just set the contacts, up to whoever to take them, if at all."

Pollux held out the note. "Your choice."