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It felt as if he was destined to not be able to get a job at this rate. It wasn't that he wasn't trying, but more along the lines that every time he tried to pound the pavement, actively seeking some sort of employment, something bad happened.

Today's obstacle was not a 2-headed hydra youma, but it was indeed still a youma. It was about the size of a Saint Bernard dog, but it looked nothing like a dog. It was probably why he was able to figure out it was a youma in the first place. What it specifically looked like was not something he'd venture to figure out at the moment.

There was an unsettling feeling in his stomach, but he had to ignore it as he phased into the new uniform he had worn for the first time at the lake. With feather at his gloved hand, he approached the youma.

The youma gave up terrorizing the various humans once something a little more special seemed to come along. The monster seemed to throw itself in the boy's direction, but the figure leaped back slightly as it got close.

Calmly, Nysa offered a simple question. "...I take it you want to dance?" In all honesty, he hadn't thought of how to specifically tend to this youma. For now, all he could truly do was dodge out of its way as it attempted to rampage in his direction.

One could almost consider the show which Polaris watched to be a show of cowardice. Each time the creature lunged its full self at the lad, he seemed to simply dodge out of the way. He did not seem to try to make an offensive move at all, which made this whole ordeal seem almost pointless on his own part. Had he a Sabre, a Foil or an Épée, he might have been able to haphazardly attempt a slightly more offensive stance.

Of course, he did manage to hear a voice call out to him. "Don't let their size or lack of aggression off the bat fool you. Those things are dangerous and far too often more crafty then you give them credit for."

For a moment, the youma stopped in place, giving Nysa a moment's rest as well. The monster's body began to rumble slightly before it seemed to almost split completely in half to reveal that along the full length of its body, there were rows and rows of teeth, much like a shark. It seemed to be more of an intimidation tactic, for soon enough it closed itself up again and was back after the long haired boy.

"...I would like to think I am not underestimating this youma... however, I am uncertain as to how to go about dealing with this one." Another leap back and he found his back against a wall. It certainly wasn't a good sign.

"I am quite open to suggestions, Miss."

There was still quite a bit of hesitation on Nysa's part to do the physical damage himself. Franz and his untimely death had left far more of an impression than the boy would know. His friend was such a firm believer in pacifism that Howl had incorporated it into who he was as well. Yes, he knew how to fence, but that was friendly competition and never did any damage. If he struck this creature, it would be disrespecting his friend's way of life and memory.

His back was still against the wall, and the youma almost seemed to be rolling its way over to him. The senshi's advice had been heard, and some choice pieces of her advice had been noted.

A weapon...? Most certainly, he would have adored to have anything to focus his efforts such as a fencing foil. It might not have hurt any, but just having something to focus on would have made it easier for him to distance himself. His eyes glanced to the soft feather being held delicately between his gloved thumb and pointer finger.

It was odd to think of such a soft, simple item as a weapon, but somehow, deep at the bottom of his soul, he knew that this feather was his weapon. It might not have been large, and it might not have had a blade, but it was what he was destined to use.

Destined... he mused in humor. Listen to myself talk about destiny!

The youma was now close, something that the lad couldn't avoid. The girl's voice seemed to echo in his ears, reminding him "Aim for the tender parts! Eyes, nose, throat."

The youma's body had already split itself slightly to show off its collection of teeth again. Nysa took in a deep breath, and rather swiftly "jabbed" his feather towards what he could hope was a chin. Once the feather was touching (what he hoped was) skin, he began to move the feather in playful little gentle circles.

The youma's body trembled slightly before the body split in half again at the hinge. A ghastly noise seemed to escape from the sea of teeth. Was the youma laughing? All the Page of Neptune knew was that at the moment, this creature was now exposing its most tender spot with a lowered guard.

The lad's eyes had remained upon his opponent until all of a sudden his opponent had been pelted with debris and seemed to explode into a disgusting dust. Nysa tried to remain absolutely dignified, despite the fact he was covered in disgusting youma dust. It honestly was making his skin crawl underneath the jacket that covered his body. Yet his smile remained absolutely polite as he began to use his gloved hands to try to brush away the dust.

With the lack of an opponent, the new page was able to finally see who had been coaching him during that trial. It was a young lady who had a familiar head of pale hair done in intricate braids, dark skin, and a two-piece uniform that easily showed off her midriff. It was Miss Polaris, and in all honesty, the young man was quite pleased to find her again. Though he was still tending to the minor clean up of his uniform, he couldn't help but smile a bit more genuinely in her direction.

"I must confess that I am quite new at this, Miss Polaris. However, when your 'weapon' is merely a feather, it is a logical choice in action. At least, I would like to think so." He was already quite aware that the senshi had not introduced herself yet, but his use of her name had actually been with purpose. He only wished, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he had looked a bit more dignified in this second meeting with this outstanding woman. Yet here he was, covered in youma dust. He already knew when he got back to Hillworth he'd be taking a shower.

"There is a Senshi of Feathers? I will have to meet her at some point!" Seemingly done with his attempts at cleaning himself, he clapped his white gloved hands together, before lacing his fingers together. Yes, Miss Polaris had taken the bait he so carefully lay out, easily questioning how he knew her name.

"Let us see... I suppose it would be easiest to explain by quoting a wonderful young lady as she once explained it to me. 'I'm just someone you've been kind to in the past.'" With a smile, he easily took the senshi's hand within his own, leaned forward and gave it a gentle peck of a kiss upon the knuckles. In a place such as Destiny City, manners were lost quite frequently. His own actions might have been viewed as overly romantic by some, yet it was the way he was raised. Any who knew Howl Wickham knew this was how he'd greet a young lady.

As he straightened up, still holding onto Polaris' hand, he gave an introduction to complement his actions. "As I am now, I go by the title of Nysa, Page of Neptune. You, Miss Polaris, have all of my gratitude for helping me realize a mistake I had made." He squeezed her hand gently to let the young lady know that his words were truly sincere.

Sailor Polaris had picked up on the clues quite easily. His eyes had been upon her face, watching as her expression shifted to one of surprise, then giddy excitement. He hadn't missed the silent "utterance" of his birth name. His initial response was a gentle nod of his head, reassuring the young lady that he indeed was the one she suspected. He did not need to say anything to the girl at the moment, allowing her to take in every aspect of the moment.

Once the senshi began to speak again, offering her own version of a vague clue, he soon enough found himself easily figuring out who it was before him in such a short skirt.

Miss Namid

Was he surprised? Yes, it was perfectly logical to be surprised about such. However, he was a little more careful with his own reactions. There would be no eye widening, no subconscious utterances (audible or not) of her name. Instead, he offered a knowing smile and a nod of the head to acknowledge that he understood who she was now.

"...I do feel that you might be underestimating my gratitude, Miss Polaris. However, if you feel we are at even, then I will respect your assessment."

Finally, he let the girl's gloved hands loose from his own hold. "I will confide with you that such a dream does not sound silly in the least."

The moment a favor had been mentioned, one of Nysa's gloved pinkies went up to his lips as he looked intently at the girl. One moment she had decided they were even, and the next she was changing her mind and asking more of him. It was intriguing to say the least. He was polite enough to let her speak without interrupting her chain of thought.

He lifted the finger off of his lips when he finally decided to speak, but kept his hand up thoughtfully. "I would not be adverse to the idea of checking in with you, Miss Polaris." There was a long pause as he stood there, hand up in a nearly defensive manner by his face. The mention of the team was something that gave him a bit of pause. He knew nothing of the team, which was not a good sign when it came to joining something. All of the girl's explanations on how he wasn't required to participate really were not strong selling points.

However, he did owe this girl at least the chance to show him if the team was a good fit for him or not. Without even letting out a resigning sigh, he added "...Nor would I be adverse to joining your organization. If anything, I owe you my loyalty." The senshi's tone and the way her eyes seemed to uncertainly search for something familiar were obvious clues that the subject was uncomfortable for her.

Carefully, his hand which was close to his face drifted over to the girl's shoulder and settle down upon it. "You do not need to work yourself up over this though, Miss Polaris. I will join your team. Be at ease."

"I would have thought that diplomacy of some sort would have been a part of your school's curriculum, Miss Polaris." He had always been of the mind that Crystal Academy taught such skills to their young ladies. Or perhaps the young lady in front of him had forgotten such skills after graduating. Either way, he was willing to stand down on such a matter. "However, not everyone is well practiced in those skills. So there is no need to apologize."

Once the senshi seemed to calm down slightly (and only slightly), he took his hand off of her shoulder. "I am glad to be of service, Miss Polaris. And value your friendship."

The page was about to say his departing words and head off on his way. However, he did manage to catch a stray comment which did cause a brow to raise up a bit. "I will keep your offer in mind, but dare I ask what you mean by a 'special phone?'" He had turned partially away, but his eyes found their way to the girl's again.