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The Squire of Neptune had not neglected his duties as an agent of order. Nysa had made certain to continue patrolling, even if his appearance wasn't nearly up to what he considered standards. He continued to be quite frustrated at the bruise over his right eye for being darker than the makeup could cover up easily.

He was able to mask it with his hair, but it didn't make it any less irritating. He looked over the edge of the building he was currently occupying, down to the streets, thinking of how the encounter with that corrupted senshi had ended.

"MISTER NYSAAAAAA~"

Slowly, the lad turned towards the sound of the voice (merely so his hair wouldn't whip out of his vision and reveal his eyesore of an injury). The form of the girl looked familiar.

If I am getting names correct, that would be Miss Sutai...

Rather than say anything from this distance, he lifted a hand to wave in her direction, acknowledging her in a rather dignified manner.

The page of Polaris definitely was not the sort built for stealth. He could appreciate the abundance of beautiful crystals and jewelry for the aesthetic appeal, but it definitely was not practical. He had his own small amount of hanging decorations upon his uniform, so others probably could call the Squire "impractical" as well.

He smiled to the girl as she arrived, reached out his hand to take the young lady's...

...and had a cookie placed upon his white glove. It was not how he usually would start off a conversation, however, Polaris' Page could be seen as quite the hand full.

"It is lovely to see you again, Miss Sutai. Thank you kindly for the pastry. I hope you do not mind, but I think I will save it for later." His one visible eye was upon her, judging her reaction to the statement. If she showed any sort of negative reaction, he would probably swallow his pride and taste it just for show.

Her comments about his appearance hadn't gone unnoticed, but he did try to play "modest" at times. "I think that the vest came with the new uniform, Miss Sutai. A couple of extra details, a slight color change to my trousers, and a ribbon to my quill pen. Nothing too fancy, my dear. I would like to think my new uniform is quite tame compared to what it could have changed to for the new rank of Squire."

With the response in regards to the cookie completely lacking, Nysa took this to mean it was okay to put the treat away for now. He reached into his interior pocket of his coat and tucked it away as the girl began to make multiple trips around his person, seeming to inspect every inch of him. She'd probably notice how his one eye was pretty well covered by his hair at the moment.

"You ask so many questions, my dear!" He chuckled in amusement before he added "I will see if I am able to answer them all for you."

His single visible eye followed the girl as she continued on her path around him, his head turning slightly to follow, but soon enough to move back to the opposite side to await her return. As she continued, he replied easily "The surge in power was similar to my initial discovery of my power, in that my weapon started to glow. All I had to do was touch my weapon as it glowed and I became as you see now. I would like to think it is quite nice to be a squire, but at the same time, it is not a responsibility to take lightly. My quill pen now seems to have a small magical spell it can cast upon others, but it only works when I am writing... literally or tracing 'in the air.' I would like to think I write up 'nifty things' with my Quill of the Ocean, since magical spells are quite 'nifty.'"

When the girl's mood seemed to grow a bit more somber, the lad turned to face her, his bangs briefly lifting enough for his injured eye to be slightly visible. Delicately, he placed his gloved thumb under the girl's chin, as if he was trying to hold it up in place. "Princess Polaris is one of the kindest young ladies I have had the pleasure to meet to date. I believe that as long as you keep to her side, you will be able to perform your duties as a Page without any problem."

Well that was a new exclamation if he had ever heard one. Having never been a pop idol or the sort to have a fan-base, the pitch to her voice was humorous at best. However, her actions that accompanied it were that of a school girl who had decided to flirt with a young man.

As she gushed various compliments to him, he did manage to find a gem amidst her commentary.

Princess Neptune...?

It made logical sense, but the thought hadn't ever really occurred to the Squire. It was something he would need to dwell over at another time.

Right now, he had more important things to tend to. Such as a young adoring Page who had just pointed out his injury. She swept his hair out of his eye, easily revealing the purple-hued skin.

"It is a couple days old, Miss Sutai, so I suspect the ice will not do it any good." He was quite calm, even with this current proximity reversed in scenario. She had asked one very logical question, and he was obligated to reply.

"I did not catch the name... however, she I believe she was one of the corrupt senshi that I have heard so much about."

That's right, he just confessed a girl had done this to his face.

A gloved hand went to touch the Page upon the shoulder in a reassuring manner.

"In all honesty, I am a pacifist, so I would rather not lift a hand towards violence when I have the option. Which means that I would honestly prefer that you did not strike in the name of 'vengeance.' I do appreciate the sentiments though." He smiled kindly to the girl (not that he hadn't been smiling the whole time), tilting his head in a manner to try and reassure her that he would be fine without some revenge.

Having addressed the most pressing part of the issue at hand, he then melted into offering her whatever advice she could manage. "I am not sure of the specifics... but I know there are two types. One is called the Dark Mirror Senshi, and the other... I do not know the specific name, but I have heard they are loyal to the Negaverse. I believe the latter was the sort who attacked me."

There was a drastic pause as he seemed to mentally debate something. A little longer than a simple pause and long enough to make it somewhat awkward.

"I will only give you a description of her physical appearance as a precaution. I do not want you to use this as an excuse to engage her. In fact, it would be preferred that if you saw a girl like this, you turn tail and escape."

Before he moved onto a description, the Page spoke of a Dark Mirror Senshi she had encountered. He could easily recall his own encounters with a Dark Mirror Senshi, who also happened to be male. However, it was not necessary to mention such, since he only offered to describe his assailant.

"She had long silver hair, all bunched up to one side of her head. Her hair literally touched the floor and she had to carry it about so she did not trip on it. She had grey eyes... or at least, from what I could tell, and I believe she had a beauty mark under one of her eyes. Her uniform was black with a silvery bow and accents."

There was a point where he paused to point to his forehead. "She also had an odd dark mark around here on her face... it did not seem natural."

It did seem that for a moment or two, the young lady had grown sullen, thinking over her own encounters with this Remarque a bit further. "I personally think it is they who are being led astray, since they are the ones assaulting innocent civilians."

The silent plea was noted, but the lad did not say anything about it immediately. The conversation had moved past that point before he could acknowledge her request.

"I do not believe she was one of the Dark Mirror Senshi. She seemed radically different in comparison. The Dark Mirror Senshi seem to have an agenda, where as... this girl seemed to be more of a loose cannon."

Sutai seemed to be of the mindset that a peaceful gathering would be best. In an ideal world, it would have been best. "I would love to talk to the Negaverse Agents and the Dark Mirror Senshi. In fact, I do usually try to talk to either when I first encounter them. However, most times they seem to think my request to talk to them is an engagement to a fight."

There was a pause before he added "I would like to think that I am very clear in my requests to 'talk like gentlemen.'" Since the page had finished fawning over his eye, Nysa swept a gloved hand through his bangs and once more seemed to brush it into covering his injured eye. He did not need to display such an ugly color on his skin like a war trophy.