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The red light district was one of the few places Castor was still comfortable with. It was sad yet.. understandable. He could relate to it, to the way things changed yet didn't. Petty crime and sex for hire was hardly new, and aside from money changing hands the faces and names did too. Yet enough remained to know him, or of him, and know so long as he lingered, they'd be safe.
All he asked for was a bit of a safety in return.

Just why after sending off a rough pimp he took the girl to one of the brothels, the ones that took clients and not criminals. One of the few that didn't allow racetracks up and down a woman's arms or legs. It was a gateway in, and a path out. The madame was good as you could be in the world as it was, and Castor often kept a close eye on her girls when he could.

Favor for favors, the door open and he brought the small woman who a slowly darkening bruise over her jaw in along side him.Shutting the door to fend what chill their was, his conversation with the woman was brief, telling her that down the hall she'd find the madame's office, and to wait there and rest if she could. All she'd need to say was that he'd sent her. She'd be safe here.

The woman nodded and darted the way he pointed like a scared mouse, and Castor just allowed himself a sigh. He often wondered as to the fates of those he helped but... he'd done what he could. Looking around for booze, he did see a half open bottle of cheap vodka on a distant table, though closer still was.
"....Do they know you're one of the talking cats or do they just think you're a very smart stray?" He asked, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Castor laughed, tossing back a small swig of the alcohol. It burned going down, a reminder that he'd still be able to taste and feel pain, even if his mind was refusing to allow him to grasp it. Alcohol helped make it numb. It helped make everything numb. "Some. They're smart girls out there. They know that asswings mean power, that white save and black kills. That cats can be dangerous, and often can be seen with us. Some might keep their ears to thier walls, or some might have listened to my stories. About Astrea, Chloe- and oh yeah. They know me. Some rather intimately. Though that was more from my past actions than current ones."

He walked over sitting himself beside the feline. "They knew me as Sailor Castor, now, as Prince. They know who I am, what I'm doing- because the less secrets I need to keep from them, the more the trust me. The more they trust me, the safer they feel, and the more doors open up when I need to feel safe."

A tap on the floor, and he smiled. "But, yeah, Prince Castor of Hail. Protector of the defenseless and those shunned by society. All for their secret havens and little whispers." He winked, now sipping from the drink.
"And you fuzzball?"

Kindness? Castor didn't think of it as a kindness. He thought it simple as part of his duty, his job. He thought of it as way to exploit a weakness among the negaverse that they didn't even know was a weakness. He kept an eye on the feline as he talked, half listening half wondering if it was a good idea to linger with a cat in a civilian area.

But then he figured he could do with the risk. He'd done it before, he could do it whenever. Not like they posed as serious a threat as they liked to think they did.

"Old paws? You don't look old- also come around during the day, the head likes to entertain guests who do daylight check ins, plus-" He tapped on the table, "-less johns making noise. She likes to feed me in the afternoons too. Thinks that despite my build I'm still 'skinny'." He frowned, flexing his arm to show the defined muscle.

Reaching out, he gave Arthur an quick head rub, going as far to get behind the ears and under the chin. Cats liked that didn't they? "No bound senshi though? That's.. troublesome. If not bound, having someone to call your 'roomie' is good, since negas would like to kill you all if they can. A safe place to rest or call home is almost needed for you guys. Should look into that."

The middle of another drink turned into a choke as Arthur got one thing right. A broken laugh and a wipe of his face from spilled booze and Castor looked at the bottle, melancholy. "Had. She's gone now. Gone until the next rebirth cycle and the cauldron possible, fulfills my wish and promise." There was a solid glance to the cat that spoke volumes of 'don't even'.
"And she is most definitely female."

Castor nodded, he'd be willing to share food. Less he'd have to eat, and, hey the cat won too a happy ending for all. Still, he'd prefer not having food shoved at him and a woman old enough to be his mother attempting to seduce him for 'favors'. "No senshi- well that explains why you are a wreck." He said, noting the small amount of dirt now on his gloves from a simple petting. He hoped the cat had rabies shots or some kind of magical immunity to whatever it was they carried.


"And no, most senshi have parents or apartments with rules- that sort of thing. That's why it's important to have a good, if temporary senshi to hole up with. Safety, and well..." He coughed, "no fleas. Makes for an unattractive proposal for potentials really."

Castor pointedly ignore the bit about his past love, the only hint to show his feelings in how he failed to meet the cat's face, taking another drink. "I sleep at my brother's. My own place is.. stiffing. Too rich, too big, too pointless. Plus my father decorated it, and I'd rather burn his s**t than have it surround me. Let me guess though- you're a cardboard cat?" Castor figured the stray guradian was probably new to this or, had simply had the misfortune to lose their host senshi. It wasn't his place to pry but-

"How does a guardian, obvious cared for, become a stray who ends up in whore houses though?"