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Nysa had a quill pen. What sort of quill, he was not familiar with. It definitely did not seem to be a swan feather quill pen. He was quite familiar with those, having purchased his fair share in the past. It definitely was not a lesser quality quill, for those were usually marked in greys, browns, or blacks. It was a sort of puzzle he wanted to solve, but he was unable to do such with the knowledge he already had.

What sort of "weapon" was a quill pen to a knight?

The Page of Neptune did feel a certain duty, but there was still quite a bit of conflict with actively seeking out violence. So he instead patrolled with a strange sense of dread over the possibility of coming across a youma. It wasn't cowardice, he had decided. It was that he did not want to lower his standards and principles in the name of the magical war which had devoured the city. It was times like this he missed Westdale. Things were a lot simpler before Destiny City.

The lad stood beneath one of the street lamps that was lit up to guide the way down the streets, looking over his quill pen. It felt odd to be out of Hillworth at this hour, but it wasn't like he could patrol during school hours.

"...so what are you...little Pinion of the Sea?" he asked the quill, as if it would answer him.

By the time the senshi had her blue eyes upon him, his own teal eyes were already upon her. He was still getting adjusted to the whole feel of "sensing" other powered individuals, but it was quite difficult to ignore something so very noticeable. Between his gloved fingers, he held onto his own weapon at about the level of his cheek.

"It would seem that my luck is mandating that I meet every senshi with wings decorating their uniform," he offered in a kind tone, his accent lightly woven through his words. The girl's uniform had a lining of feathers about the shoulders. It made the uniform feel exceptionally dainty.

Being the sort of lad he was, he asked a question in an effort to get better acquainted with yet another young lady in this magical war. "Might I ask what your name is, Miss Senshi?"

His features seemed to light up the moment she introduced herself. This had been one of the senshi that Miss Polaris had spoke of. In a familiar manner, he replied "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Grus. Miss Polaris has told me that she felt we should meet."

The hand that was offered was taken within his own gloved hand, but a handshake was hardly in the plans for him. As he was accustomed, he leaned forward and gave the practical stranger a quick peck of a kiss upon her knuckle. He straightened up after such a seemingly romantic gesture and proceeded to his own introductions. "I am Nysa, Page of Neptune. It is quite lovely to make your acquaintance, Miss Grus."

Though it did not take a genius to figure out that this senshi had a pair of decorative wings attached to her uniform, the lad was still relatively new to this whole aspect of the world. "I hope you would not mind humoring me, but I have noticed that not all senshi seem to have the wings like you do. Miss Polaris has them, and you have them. However, I have met senshi in the past that did not have such accoutrements. I am still quite new at this, so I was pondering if there is some sort of significance to having wings?"

Nysa could be called a careful creature. Though the topic most definitely was on the wings that decorated the senshi's rump, he made certain his eyes were not drifting there. The last thing he needed to be accused of was leering at her rump like some sort of pervert!

In an understanding tone, the lad made certain to repeat what he had taken from the conversation thus far. "Ah, so it would sound as if the highest rank of the three would be the Eternal senshi. So if I happen to see a winged senshi, then I should know that they are a powerful ally. Shall I assume that the Super Senshi are under the Eternal, and that the Regular Senshi is under the Super Senshi in regards to power?"

One could never be too careful when it came to understanding new concepts. Additionally, he had to ask "Is there any sort of telltale signs that a senshi is of the Super ranking, Miss Grus?" The difficult part about being thrust into a war in such a manner was how little information he had to start with. So now he couldn't help but try to make up for it by asking seemingly willing allies what he could.

"I see..." Nysa led off, taking in all of the information with a courteous nod. "So it would sound that the only true tell-tale sign of any rank in the senshi would be eternal, if I am getting the information you shared with me correct." There were particular key phrases she had offered which were curious, especially this notion of feeling stronger. However, this question would be tucked away for a later mention.

At the moment, Sailor Grus had somewhat hinted at a question directed at him. "I apologize, but I can not claim to be an expert about the Knights. I have yet to actually meet any of the others. I am a Page of Neptune, but seeing as you are the second individual I have met since I have learned of this form, you can perhaps see why I would not know much beyond this. Might I ask what the titles for these other knights were? Perhaps that could shed some light on the differences?"

The mention of the Negaverse did stir some emotions inside of Nysa, but he did not allow his features to betray his concern over the opposing force. "I have only had the pleasure of encountering the General Painite... though I am certain she would not recognize me in this form..." The lad quickly hushed though the moment the girl started spewing out a disorganized list of various other knights in the city.

Niflhel, Camelot, and Naica...

He was uncertain what was more interesting, the names, or the origins of the two names that he had been told (since the third was an unknown). A knight from Earth and a knight from "the Cosmos" as it had been described.

Where the girl suddenly seemed to panic over her own miniature speech, the Page kept a cool head upon his shoulders. "No need to apologize, Miss Grus. Rambling just means that you are excited about the subject matter. Or perhaps that you at least are familiar with the subject matter. You were merely giving me information that I was seeking, so I have no reason to criticize the manner in which it was delivered."

With a smile and a single nod, he added "Even if you have only met a couple, you have given me plenty to think about. I will investigate these things at a later time."

He paused only long enough for himself to extend out the hand which had been so carefully gripped onto the quill pen that accompanied him. "Now let me see if I can ask a simple question. If you would be so kind, do tell me what sort of magic you have over feathers. I would be quite intrigued to hear more about your own abilities."

As he stood there, he could not help but appreciate how considerate the young lady was being in regards to the quill feather pen he held onto. As she seemed to look it over, he agreed to one of her earlier statements. "I concur with you upon the subject of General Painite." Like the girl, he did not dwell upon the history he had with the woman, though his was merely to keep his own image sparkling clean. His own experience made him look foolish in retrospect, and he did not need to make himself look the part of the fool.

The girl soon enough was describing her attacks as he had requested, so he made certain she knew he was being absolutely attentive. His eyes were upon hers, and as she said some key points, he nodded his head to confirm he understood what she had just stated. Once she had seemed to finish, he made an observation.

"It would seem that we are very different then. You have magic over a multitude of feathers, where as I only possess the single quill. Your powers do sound rather intriguing though, Miss Grus." He allow his ever constant smile to grow slightly larger to show his approval. "Perhaps someday I will have the pleasure of encountering your abilities in person."

He nodded his head one time before he made certain to mention one thing that had stood out as odd in her descriptions. "You mentioned that you used the 'Eternal Power' in battle against someone wearing a fuku. If memory serves me correctly, is that not what the uniform a senshi wears is called? If so, why would you be fighting a senshi?" He could understand if it was a spar, since sparring was a good way to practice (as he had long learned from his years in fencing). However, using such abilities in a spar seemed quite unnecessary to him.

Some key words seemed to spout out of the girl's mouth which caused a slight twitch to his finger that was holding his quill pen.

Fight

It was not something he wanted to do, since there was the connotation that he'd have to be on the offensive. He did not mind defending those that could not defend themselves, however, his stance was still that of a pacifist. Perhaps the only person who would understand such a stance was deceased. With even the slightest hint of his friend coming to mind, the boy respectfully thought Rest in Peace, Franz. Soon enough he had moved onto the next subject, seeming to only give the senshi silence in regards to some of her vague prompting.

"That is rather important information, and I am glad you gave me fair warning, Miss Grus!" Up to this point, he had merely assumed that the senshi were his allies. There was a saying about why it was bad to assume, which he also silently ran through his head quite quickly before returning to the current conversation. "Is there a way to tell the difference between a 'good' senshi and the two different types of 'chaos' senshi?"

There was a distinct pause before he stepped forward. He was tempted to touch the girl upon the shoulder, but he restrained himself. Instead, he offered an observation on his own part. "That sort of expression is not fitting for such a cute girl's face, Miss Grus. Come now... might I see a smile once more?" As if to serve by example, he leaned forward slightly, showing one of his own gentle smiles.