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"Fair warning. If I see a talking candlestick with a french accent, I'm gonna kick it's a**."

He'd been spending some time the other day cleaning up some of the ballroom areas, and was pleased with the relative progress that they had made, still, after the problems that had been turning up with some of the civilians being attacked by further space-youma, and lapsing into coma's, he wasn't planning on taking a chance with even the most Disney-esque abnormality.

He'd done some wanderings of the Leo outpost himself, marveling at how little scorched Regulus resembled it, and also wondering if they'd been slightly more alike, at any level, before abandonment had allowed the sands to invade the mosaiaced streets of his homeworld. Still, it was nice to see someone enjoying themselves, though he was wondering how many more rounds those stupid brownies or something like them had made.

"Maybe, but I've seen some pretty weird stuff in this uh... line of work." Hell, hadn't Europa battled playground equipment? Most of the stuff he'd fought hadn't started out something else, but it hadn't stopped it from being weird out the wazoo...

...Of course for someone he assumed was in high school at least, this behavior was in and of itself, pretty 'weird out the wazoo'. Most girls tended to put aside make believe balls and dance partners when they got into grade school. There was always the exception or two... several of whom he was reasonably sure were doing it because they liked the uncertain reactions people gave the 'eccentric'. Which he'd also determined was another way of saying "Yeah we think they're crazy but they haven't been diagnosed with anything."

"I'll uh, sit this dance out. Consider me one of the... I dunno... guards I guess. On duty and all that. And It's Regulus."

He decided to skip giving her his 'sphere'. He wasn't sure if that was standard introduction policy for Senshi anyway, and after the Beauty and the Beast reference, introducing himself as the Senshi of Pride seemed like it was begging for a Gaston reference.

God he couldn't even remember when he'd seen that crappy movie.

"What, people getting randomly sucked into space? Not so much. As far as I know you guys are the first time this has ever happened.
Now civilians getting attacked? That happens way more than we'd like. We try and do what we can to keep it from happening, but there's only so much we can actually do. Unfortunately we haven't yet run into a senshi who's power lets them be everywhere at once."

He joked, somewhat limply, giving her a half smile, though it was clear that the failures bothered him.

"Fewer people are dying anyway, I guess that means we're doing something."

Other things bothered him though, like the hints he'd gotten from Maia, and Wolframite, and he wasn't sure he'd ever be quite so sure again that they were wearing the whitest of white-hats.

"This is where I have to admit you're kind of asking Batman his Secret Identity." He joked again, laughing nervously, fishing for a good way to explain this.

"But I'll explain as much as I can." He added, seriously. People, he guessed, deserved to have some idea about the Senshi, even if it was a vague one.

"I wasn't born in space like Superman, though. I can tell you that much. I'm reasonably sure none of us have that kind of crazy-Krypton like origin. Every Senshi I know was born right here on earth, though I guess we're all..." He took a deep breath and sighed, since the concept he was about to explain was, at best, a bit loaded. "...Reincarnations I guess, of Senshi that came before us that actually were from the places we're named for. And then we get awakened at some, random point by some of the Senshi-alies on earth. That I probably can't tell you, they've got enough to worry about. Basically "Hi, you're actually a magical space person, welcome to the war, try not to get killed."

It was a decidedly vague explanation but he wasn't sure how to do it better, not without revealing way too much information. As much fun as it might have been to unleash some return frustration on 'Assy', even the obnoxious cat didn't deserve that. Mostly. Kind of. ....ok Maybe she kind of deserved it but not to the extent where he'd actually do it.

"Yeah and in the mean time, your parents and relatives are probably freaking the hell out, and it's not like we can go and say "Oh so and so's ok, they got mysteriously teleported to space, and we're trying to fix it." I mean how would that sound? WE're already labeled as freaking terrorists." Regulus grumbled. Sure there were beautiful things in the ruins, but still... and with the attacks even telling someone that their family members were safe could suddenly turn out to be a lie.

"It's definitely not all roses and sunshine. And yeah I do kinda resent it sometimes, the one who introduced me pretty much handed me the equivalent of a goddamn machine gun without an operating manual and told me 'not to be a fail whale'. I think I've got some right to be a little pissy with them over that. I mean regular soldiers at least get basic training."

He'd gotten an introduction that involved carving up a random stranger with knives made of fire.

"Anyway magic or no magic, it's still war. We've lost other Senshi as well as civilians. I can't imagine their families, who don't even know what the hell happened, they just... get the phone call."

It was hard to see the magic in having magic sometimes, knowing that sort of thing. She kind of reminded him a little of Maia, who'd gone to the Blood Moon looking to get stronger and come away shaken and terrified. Would she loose her rose colored spectacles the same way? He was half surprised she hadn't already.

"I'll relax and enjoy the scenery more when I'm sure that everyone here is really safe."

This was, plain and simple, really silly... and he sort of doubted that her mother would be 'fine' with knowing that her daughter had suddenly become an Astronaut without any training.

"Yeah most of my non fighting moments are taken up by the inconvenience of not actually being Bruce Wayne." He joked. There had been tentative gestures made from both sides of his currently estranged family, but things were still...

Tender. Tender was a good word for it.

He eyed her hand as though it might abruptly turn into some kind of youma or snake and bite him, then reluctantly sighed and moved to take her hand. If there was one thing he could do at the moment it was oblige a extreme-optimist by dancing.

Had he ever been an optimist? At this point it was hard to remember almost. He'd been cocky, that was for sure, so much used to come so easily, but was that really the same thing as this almost blind certainty that things would work out?