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It had been a few nights now that Sheldon had had his Spider-man moment of roof jumping and gracefully face planted into a metal grate. Ever since then, he hadn't really done much in the ways of powering up, seeing really no need to. He might have been informed that he was now in the hero business by two people now but really, the green haired male wasn't into that sort of thing.

For a few days, he had looked through comic books to get ideas on what to do for his few trial runs but they were largely unhelpful; all the characters either got really kick a** powers like flight and ability to manipulate light or were rich and able to finance their hardware or just had such better resources. All he had was a pipe, which is what he was staring at sitting on the park bench right outside his building.

He was idly twirling it between two fingers, eyes unfocused and staring at the tree, he was back to the thoughts of getting rid of it but the same problems still plagued him. It wasn't as much of a burden as when he first found it but it was still annoying. But, he had to admit when he transformed he felt rather awesome. And powerful and strong and ... well, just better. For a moment, he closed his eyes thinking about it until a warmth spread around him.

And then quickly opened his eyes, and sprung up to his feet in shock. "********!" He totally didn't mean to transform right there, did it really come this easily? "********, no no!" He pulled at his clothes and tried to will them away, but his frantic mind just wasn't getting the idea.

Luckily for Sheldon - or now in this case, Kailash - he didn't live on a very busy streets. Most everyone at this hour had places to go and more important things to do; he probably did to, like school but well, yeah. Usually the little park was used for afternoon and weekend activities, and well today wasn't one of them. Only a few cars passed by here and there, and anyone looking out their windows really would have missed what transpired in the first place. And anyone who actually recognized who was sitting outside really decided they didn't care; Sheldon wasn't... really liked, he wasn't hated but most chose to ignore him.

This was the only thing going for the Page when he was still trying to get himself back to normal, his brain running a mile a minute and just not focusing on what he needed to be doing. (At least, he didn't care either if someone saw him) Though, someone did and his attentions instantly focused on the hand on the collar of his yellow shirt. And the yelling coming from the owner of the fist.

Wait. "Sailor Iris?" Kailash choked out when it all registered. The hell was she doing here? How did she know where he lived?! Even who he was?! He disregarded her question for his own, "are you stalking me or something?!"

Kailash's eyes went wide, mostly from terror as the blonde's face got closer to his own. This was making him terribly uncomfortable and he really wanted to push her off. His hands got as far as her shoulders but he didn't gather the brain capacity to shrug her off with her pretty much breathing on him. The ********.. makes this any different from any other time?" At least he managed some sort of rebuttal. From all his experiences, he'd been attacked either way so he wasn't seeing the problem.

The page let out a rather pathetic wheezing sound when she doubled her effort son his collar to pull him closer, how was that possible even? His hands slide off her shoulder puffs to hover in the air and lightly flail. "Ho-how the hell would they find my family?" He asked, his voice having gone through a higher octave. Not by choice. Maybe a little by how scared he was of this girl right now. "They'd go through my wallet or something?"

Did they have special devices that identified people right off the bat? But, he didn't get to through that in when she stressed his last name. The small kindling of suspicions he had when he first met this girl were beginning to surface, but he pushed it back down again. No, that wasn't possible. No. "You.. are stalking me.. how the hell would you know my name?" He spat out, his arms flailing just a little more.

The levels of discomfort were growing by the second, from her intrusion into his personal space as well as her heated lecture. She had her hand on his chest, Kailash's eye twitched from the contact. "It's not like that's stopped them before," the page spat back, "I've nearly had it ripped out twice by the same frilly looking pirate."

With a little more flailing, Kailash managed to keep most of his balance, completely the feat when his hand came in contact with the arm rest. "I know what you're getting at, I just don't see the difference." He added in, suspecting she would keep going on her tirade. He wasn't sure why he was fighting her over this, maybe just wanted to give his own opinion on this.

Sure, he cared about his parents and worried for them. But, he didn't see how more in danger they would be from normal with how whacked out this city was. With a little sigh, the green haired page pulled himself around to sit on the bench proper, his yellow eyes sliding over to watch her... still wondering why she was putting so much emphasis on his name. And why she cared this much.

Kailash didn't say anything, remaining quiet as he absorbed the information she was trying to press into him. The new terms she threw out, new names - one he should have gotten a long while ago probably, or maybe it was something he for once actually forgot - and the growing irritation in her voice especially from the mention of that small boy. There was a slight broken record feeling from the reiteration of what she was trying to press into him, but the green haired page let it slide.

He pushed his back a little more against the bench, his body slowly sliding into a slouch as he raised his hands to press the pads of his fingers against one another, mulling over her words. Need to be guarded, how annoying; having to add a small level of paranoia in his daily routine seemed bothersome and part of him had the notion to ignore her advise. But if Sailor Iris had found him this easily, who was to say she wouldn't again? That sounded annoying.

Just as much as the unanswered question that still lingered at the back of his mind; how did she know his name? Kailash found himself simply sighing, reclining more into the bench enough for the back of his neck to rest on the top of the back support. For a brief moment he closed his eyes, pressing a wrapped hand upon his forehead. "So annoying..." he simply said after all of this, irritated and stating it to nothing in particular.

It wasn't so much willing to listen as it was not wanting to fight the issue, because then it would just blow everything up and out and the green haired boy hated putting much effort into anything. If he was going to follow directions, that was really the better question and from experience with the wonderful new people that were finding their ways into his life, he knew better than to voice anything as to start yet another debate.

Which followed with her next set of demands. Kailash really didn't want to get up, but he feared what she would do if he didn't - really, why was she seeming more and more familiar with how he was regarding her? Did he feel this way when she saved his a**? There was also that, the blonde senshi did save him from that captain and perhaps he did owe her as much as to follow her.

The idea of going to an alley wasn't settling well with him either. So many things happened in alleys, and this girl had magic. Kailash sighed, pushing himself off the bench finally and took his sweet merry time to get to where Sailor Iris was waiting for him. "Taking me to an alley isn't really reassuring..."

Not. Reassuring. The lanky Page grumbled as he made his slow approach to the dark horrible alley - though, it wasn't that horrible, given where he lived and what kind of neighbors he had but it was still an alley and anything could be done no matter the location.

"Oh yeah, keep yourself guarded, you say," he continued to grumble at least this time with a better excuse to, "not really good with you dropping my name every five-"

And that's where he stopped, both in speaking and in walking with what took place before him. Because there was Ellie Spectre in all her annoying punk attitude. Where minutes before, she was wearing a super short skirt with wings on her a** and had a bow... and... he could feel his brain just starting to shut down. Kailash blinked really slowly and just stood stupid in place for a moment before he held his hands up in front of him. Yellow eyes went wide... and then they narrowed into skeptical slits. He then turned and shook his head, "yeah..." Honestly, he couldn't tell if the blood was draining from his face or making it catch fire.

He didn't make a sound after that, his mouth pulling into a thin line as he was trying to complete the turn in the heels of his snazzy powered up shoes. Yeah, he was going to go back to his apartment where it was nice and safe now where no one surprised him by turning out to be the girl who bugged the s**t out him daily.