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It had only been a brief encounter, but for the Page, Nysa, meeting his ancestor seemed to only stir more questions in his mind. He had spoken to Sir Camelot about the duties as a knight, and though the teal haired Page did value the man's words, he could not help but wonder if the advice was accurate. It would make sense if the duties of Camelot were not the same as the duties of Nysa. Camelot was of Earth, while Nysa was of Neptune.

As he patrolled after his school activities at Hillworth, the lad was easily tucking away some of these thoughts in the back of his mind. He had a checklist he was forming for the next time he saw Ancestor. Questions, some trivial, and some very key to becoming a better protector of Destiny City. The main question he'd have to ask was about his duties. What were the duties and responsibilities of Nysa? Not of knights, not of squires or pages, but the responsibilities of Nysa!

The lad made his rounds via rooftop, but eventually had to pause in his efforts as something managed to alert his nerves. There was something chaos aligned nearby. Nysa was certain it wasn't a youma, for the sensations he was feeling weren't nearly as untamed as those hideous creatures. Glancing at the surroundings from the rooftop, the lad was able to figure that at least he wasn't in the less reputable parts of the city. It was perhaps a relatively middle class area, near a relatively popular shopping center.

"Let us see what we are dealing with today..." he said with a faint sigh before leaping off the edge of the building, landing upon sure feet at the ground with a certain grace that almost made it seem like he had been doing such all his life. Folding his arms behind his back, he then began to approach the source of the negative sensations with steady footsteps.

Already this was not boding well on Nysa's opinion of whoever the chaos inflicted person was. It seemed that everything chaos related took place in an alleyway. Youma, Negaverse Agents, and now this fellow.

Thanks to his conversations with Miss Grus, he was not absolutely clueless as to what this boy could be. He most certainly was not a Negaverse Agent, and his uniform bore a resemblance to the senshi fukus he had seen about the city. It was darker in color, but also had nobler colored metals, such as gold and silver, as well.

Cautiously, he stepped forward, peering at the boy and the man within his grasps. Rather than stay quiet, he announced himself in an equally careful manner.

"Pray tell, what is it that you are doing?" The condition of the man did not seem to be good, though at least he was not missing a starseed and still seemed quite alive.

Nysa maintained a cool, calm, and collected expression upon his face as the boy turned to face him. He seemed a bit too wide eyed for someone who felt of chaos, but here this boy was, seemingly fresh faced and looking as if he was mugging someone. Rather than approach or force this odd boy off of his victim, the Page reached into the interior pocket of his coat, then pulled out a simple white feather.

It was not a threatening object, and the lad easily moved it through his fingers until he was holding it so the soft fluffy edges were brushing against his own cheek. It was a ploy to put the boy's guard down.

"I am not so certain how I would feel if my job looked as if I was assaulting an individual." There was a pause as he seemed to try to judge any sort of reaction that came from the darker senshi before he ventured to continue speaking.

"You seem to be a rather civil boy. Ruffians fight, civil boys converse."

Another pause as once more the teal-haired fellow continued gazing and mentally judging the situation.

"Take a break from your duties and we can discuss this as gentlemen."

There were aspects which concerned the lad the moment the boy made such plain statements about his task at hand. "You mean 'sleep' as in 'rest,' yes?" There were others who would have meant sleep in a whole different manner which had a much more grim meaning. Based off how the boy was acting, Nysa assumed that he was not nearly as much of a threat as someone from the Negaverse.

However, that didn't mean that the Page had put his guard down completely. Despite how seemingly neutral his body language was, he was more on the edge than he was before.

You should go in there and separate the senshi from the man.

For a moment Nysa's lips seemed to purse up slightly at the thought.

It is not attacking. It is proactive defending. He was in danger before you were around, you are compensating for not being here to start.

A part of him didn't believe the reassurance, causing him to hesitate for a few more seconds. He was a pacifist, and starting a fight was never his intent. However, it seemed as if this young lad had no intention of giving up his task at hand.

Silently heaving in a breath, the Page then rather suddenly zipped towards the dark suited senshi. Rather than strike with a fist or a foot, the teal haired individual thrust out the soft edges of his feather towards the senshi's neck. In a subtle manner, he began to move it into circles. He just needed a break from the senshi's concentration.

That was exactly what the Page was looking for. As his momentary opponent swatted in his direction, that meant he had less of a chance to defend against the attempted actions that followed.

Keeping his feathered arm extended, the lad then used his free arm to try and loop about the assaulted man's waist in an effort to pull him out of this strange senshi's reach. If successful, the Neptune Page would attempt to swing his own body between the unconscious and the conscious of the two.

Whether or not he was successful, he still would offer these words "...now that I seem to have your attention... might we have a word or two?"

As rude as it could have been seen, Nysa had to confess his standpoint. "I do intend to interrupt you, young sir. I intend to interrupt you until you leave this man alone."

There was a pause before he added "We can talk, or I can just whisk this man away to safety right now." With those options out, the Page loomed in closer, seemingly somewhat threatening, but more invasive than anything.

It was hard to get out of the way when one pressed themselves close to the opponent in the first place. When this dark suited senshi swung, he managed to pop Nysa in the chest. It wasn't one of the best places to aim for (if the boy had been aiming at all), but it caused damage and it got the point across.

"It would seem that you would prefer to resort to violence then..." was all he offered as he took one step back to distance himself. He didn't lift a hand in an effort to fight. In fact, it was quite hard to do such when somewhat still holding up an unconscious man.

In an effort to remedy this issue, Nysa continued to hold the unconscious body up as he moved towards a wall before attempting to prop the man there so he'd at least be in a somewhat more comfortable position upon waking. However, he attempted to keep an eye out for the dark suited senshi, in case he felt the desire to take another swing.

At least the boy was courteous. He had waited until the Page of Neptune was able to right himself. It was commendable, and structured in a sense like a fencing tournament. It was also foolish in a sense, but Nysa would not complain in any manner about this turn of events.

The blonde senshi would not find the teal-haired fellow to be as easy a target as the first time. This time, rather than finding any sort of impact, the dark senshi would find himself whiffing air, missing his mark as the lad stepped back, leaning his head back to ensure a miss. He was now steadied on his feet and not distracted by the potential victim.