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Libraries weren't really Sheldon's thing. It wasn't like books weren't apart of the green haired boy's life, but he appreciated them more when they could be fed through the voice simulating program on his MacBook; he got through them faster and well he had better audio memory than visual.

This plan only really worked, though, when he could find the proper books in pdf to run through the voice simulator. And with older books, it proved more difficult. Google Books only had so much of it before having to purchase it and well, Sheldon wasn't up for that especially when it was something for school - yes, shocker, Sheldon was doing something school related!

But finding the book proved annoying as most of the other libraries he knew of didn't carry such a specific book, even Sovereign Heights! All this meant having to try the university library and the only way to get access there, since he wasn't a student there yet, was talking to his father... which was always awesome and awkward. So, after spending what seemed like half his life at his childhood home his father had agreed on the pretense of picking up something for his own research paper.

Done with the back and forth, Sheldon went to scouring through the shelves and the databases trying to find what he needed, feeling the pressure from the librarians as they seemed to hover over him. The lanky 20 year old had gotten there at a decent hour but trying to figure out where to go had taken him some time and the staff was now getting ready to close up shop. Which meant hovering ans staring and trying to get him out of there. Thumbing through a few more of the research papers, he finally found the ones his father had requested. Gathering his other things, he got himself finally up and to the counter to check out much to a few of the librarians who were still trying to get a few other stragglers to pack it up and wake up a few overworked students.

Getting the materials was easier than he expected, thanks to his father's faculty information, though he wasn't so sure if it was because the girl behind the counter was really just too chipper. Giving a small thanks, Sheldon made his way to the door, fumbling with the slip with the return date into the sleeve of his book before shoving it into his messenger bag. He tugged a little on his jacket as he pressed his weight on the heavy double door, making a face at the change of temperature that greeted him outside.

And unaware of what was waiting for him around the corner.

Nope, not suspecting at all. Sheldon's mind was obviously elsewhere, caught on how he was going to fit his schedule in for the game that was coming out on the following Tuesday to coincide with the project he was working on - the reason he needed the book in the first place. Never did he imagine he'd be taken abruptly by a library.

His normally placid and droopy eyes went wide the instant Benitonite's hand slipped over his mouth and he was pulled aside. The first rational thought running through his brain and out of his covered mouth went muffled and lost, but sounded oddly like oh dear lord I'm being raped. It was hard to tell really, especially given how there was no questioning tone at all. It was also probably an odd assessment on the situation given the current going-ons that happened in Destiny City, really Sheldon should have suspected his starseed was actually going to be ripped out of his body this time.

Well, that thought crossed his mind second when his yellow eyes managed a quick check of his surroundings as his assailant pulled him near the heap of bodies - who kept a pile of bodies near them? This finally brought a reasonable worried reaction from the lethargic twenty year old, his free hand flailed lamely like a limp noodle. It wasn't much a struggle, something the attacker would be at least pleased about but it was still going against his instructions.

But well, it also didn't last for very long either as energy draining effects began to take hold over Sheldon's body. Logic wanted to think there was chloroform involved but another part of his brain was beginning to suspect otherwise - haha, how often did things like this happen in their city now? Either way, this was totally new.. like an amazing downer or something but not as awesome. And all Sheldon could feel now were his knees buckling from under him. He mumbled something, trying to desperately keep at least one eye open or at least some part of his brain awake.

Nothing this guy was saying was helping the situation in any way shape or form. Of course a rapist was going to say he wasn't one - even though yes, the idea was drifting through is mind with how this situation was playing through. And of course Sheldon didn't stand a chance, the boy knew his own strengths and a child could take him out.

At least he was being lowered to the ground more gently that he could have suspected. His legs were totally useless on their own and falling down on his own accord was what an attacker would have preferred and all; this guy was being way too kind through all this how weird. How fine he was going to be was up for debate really. There were still specks of Sheldon's brain still functioning, realizing that he would be left on the ground probably overnight and the prospect wasn't too appealing. Man this whole thing just reeked of fail.

Sheldon's head lulled limply to the side, still fighting for the last bits of consciousness, trying to catch a glimpse of his attacker as he began to walk away. All he could see in haze of drowsiness was a long dark coat and the soft click of boots before his eyes fell closed with exhaustion.

Lazily, one hand slipped from his lap and onto the cold concrete ground below him or what he would have suspected it to be, but instead he could feel a cold small cylindrical object... almost like a pencil. The green haired youth managed to get his eyes open for a brief moment, trying to figure out what was below him - maybe someone had dropped it? But there was something about this object that he couldn't just simply ignore it. Like it was wanting him to pick it up or even just enclose his hand around it. He needed it, it wanted him and he clumsily groped for it until he was within his grasp.

A warming embrace seemed to engulf his being, refueling that energy that had been stripped of him by the Negaverse Agent. Sheldon let out a shuddering sigh like a cold chill ran was running down his spine. It was tingling, it was weird but it was also kind of nice and he could finally properly get his eyes open again, feeling renewed.

Kailash and Uranus. Two names, repeated in a whisper in his head. Like he should have known them, like they were coming back to him. Just over and over. The new page remained on the ground, lifting his hands up to stare at them. They were wrapped tightly in cloth, they felt lighter and stronger and one still around the object he had picked up - oh, it was a pipe.

"What the hell?" So terribly confused as he began to realize it wasn't just his arms that had changed. He was in a completely new set of clothing as a whole.

The first thing Kailash managed was to get himself off the hard ground, it took him longer than he liked but it was hard with his spinning head - partly from the energy drain mixed with the rush of new energy and probably just from the general change. It was still hard to get used to, well it had only happened a few moments ago and now he could get a better look at himself. His clothing wasn't really in the style of anything he was used to, the yellow was interesting to say the least, the texture and well... he seemed to have a few Uranus symbols on his person. That made the scattered whispers of that name that still pulsed through his head make a little more sense.

Once up, he turned back to the unconscious people that littered the ground like he once was. Even for what he had transformed into - which he was still trying to sort out really - he honestly felt no sense of obligation to them. Right now he wanted to save his own skin, but some moral issues sprung to mind and he wrestled it for a second. "Call the police... tell them they're here..." he muttered under his breathe. That... could work, he decided as he took a wobbly step away from the wall.

And stopped again, hearing the Captain call out in his direction. Sense him? What, how? Did this small pipe come with more problems? Kailash's eyes widened for half a moment until he realized that there was... something coming off the other guy as well. It was in a sort of infantile stage really but it could obviously be pinged as 'bad.'

Okay. Run? Fight? Play dead? Bah, he'd be able to pick him out if he could sense him. Wait, could he? Kailash stood there for a moment, trying to figure out the best course of action. Running seemed like the ideal option, so he took off towards the quad.

Okay, he had to give this whole transformation one major positive; man could he run. Kailash couldn't remember the last time he had gone this far without heaving a lung or not even getting this far, in his normal Sheldon self he was terribly out of shape and being a smoker didn't help.

But even as he was half way across the grass, heading to who knows where (seriously, he was just running), the new Page was already feeling the wall coming up fast. So, it wasn't indefinite, "dammit!" he hissed under his breathe feeling that all familiar burn in his lungs. And to make matters worse he could feel the vague blip of the Captain not too far behind him - really, already? "DAMNIT!"

Kailash's long strides were soon reduced to shuffles until he finally couldn't take it any longer and stopped. Heavily, his hands went to bent knees and his mouth lay agape searching for air. Oh wonderful, he was going to be killed by magical bad guy or from something he had mocked a girl once for - running. The page was at least determined not to fall down to his knees like he had so easily when his energy was taken only minutes prior.

Still heaving, and wanting to hack up the lungs he was trying to fill, Kailash turned his head towards the advancing Captain. Oh, he had heard him and dared to shout something back, like a dolt, but he still couldn't find his breathe. Gold eyes took the moment to get his location and his basic surroundings. Wide open grassy space and not a lot going on. Great, he could have gone somewhere with obstacles maybe or even something he could try to use to his advantage? Oh no, the place with only one tree and one rock and one bench.

Awesome.

All he really had was his magical pipe apparently, and that would seem something that would benefit in a close range melee type battle and Kailash wasn't sure exactly how close he wanted to get to Benitoite given how lousy a job he was doing so far. He wasn't gaining any ground just standing there either.

"I'm facing you," he stated back in not the loudest of voices. "Not by choice really...." Well, he could try being a smart a** maybe.

"Not for lack of trying," Kailash muttered as the relief of normalcy - well, so to speak - was coming back to him. His lungs didn't feel like they were going to fall out and his legs didn't feel like jell-o anymore, he was going to take this as a good sign really. It was coming a little late and not in the best of circumstances but it was a little better than nothing.

And trying to run again didn't seem like a plausible option. He didn't know if he had the capacity for another sprint and with the distance of his opponent - oh man, was he really thinking in these terms - from him now, the Page knew he didn't stand much of a chance. So, there in that pretty much answered the Captain's question though not so much visibly as maybe he would have expected.

"Glad it counts for something," The green haired knight replied with an awkward smile. He put his arms up in a lazy, untrained defensive way which showed how clearly he had no idea what the hell he was doing - he was looking more and more like a posed mannequin at the mall really. And he really tried to keep his arms up and his haphazardly put together stance, but couldn't help but falter when Benitoite called forth his weapon.

"Really, you fight with a gigantic paint brush?" His brows pushed together, the hell kind of crap was this? His eyes shot down to his own sort of weapon, his pipe, and looked back to the advancing Captain. "This is all sorts of ******** up...."