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Why did he wander the streets of Destiny City when he could be anywhere else? Working at his craft or trying to figure out how to not lose the most precious person in his life...anything but wandering about aimlessly, thinking. Colin worried where he would never have worried before and cursed himself roundly for past decisions - hindsight was always 20/20, wasn't it?

But this wandering did have one potential benefit: if there was trouble, he could always intercede...and work off some of the worry and upset in a profoundly physical manner. The blond's hands rested in his coat pockets, one fiddling idly with the transformation pen that helped make him Aegir while he walked, distracted.

As Colin rounded a corner, he heard a strange sort of scuffling off to one side and felt the hairs on his nape go on end: trouble, definitely - Negaverse? Probably. No one was around but he still ducked behind a trash bin before pulling his pen out and transforming quickly - the last thing he needed right then was to accidentally expose himself in broad daylight!

Ready and now assured that it was in fact a chaos energy signature making his hair stand on end, Aegir took a leap to get a better vantage point. That was when he saw the cat - was it a Mauvian or just some poor normal feline with really shitty luck? - and the youma. "Perfect." Another cat, another monster...another chance to vent his frustration at his lover's increasing distance and his own inability to help.

The youma was nasty looking but Aegir didn't hesitate before calling out to it, hoping to give the cat some time to get clear before he dropped down to confront it, "Hey ugly, why don't you pick on someone your own size?!"

Whatever Aegir had been expecting from the possibly talking cat, the voice he got was not it. As a matter of fact, if he were not doing his best to focus on the youma, he might have frozen from Faust's words. He'd never known a Mauvian with such attitude. Or language. He kind of mouthed out a 'Sorry' while watching the cat slide around the beast like this was Nascar or something.

So the cat wasn't going to run. Fantastic. What was it with Mauvians and sticking around to watch a guy get his arse handed to him? Oh well.

"It looks hungry, doesn't it?" Green eyes glanced from salivating monster to snarky feline, once more surprised at the cat's words. Take it himself?! Surely he wasn't serious? Not that Aegir would say anything like that aloud, but he sure was thinking that whomever this Mauvian was, he was batshit. Had to be. Had to.

"I can fight, yeah--" Oh god it was roaring. It was coming at them. The cat. Oh christ, it thought-- But his 'senshi magic' was pretty useless, all things considered. Better for strangling than anything, really. Aegir wondered - not for the first time - as he faced the youma, whether or he was meant to actually fight. And if it was some cosmic cruel joke that he not only had a terrible costume, but nearly useless magic paired with a fighter's heart.

'Make it quick--' Oh sweet mother of heaven-- but there was no time for him to try and explain to the cat that Aegir fought with fists more than magic, by necessity. "Fine, 's get this ugly mother--" It moved sinuously at them with all the potential of a hungry freight train and Aegir dug his own heels in and launched himself at the youma with no consideration for his own safety or well-being and a snarl on his face. It might have been fast, but so was he - quick and flexible and able to twist himself in some interestingly acrobatic ways.

Faust could dart around and try to distract it, he was going to find some way to get on it without getting both of them killed (or eaten!) Maybe then he could bash it's ugly brains in...or his magic would be more useful.

Faust's irreverent wit was going to get Aegir in trouble. It seemed to the blond that every time the Mauvian opened his tiny maw and spoke, it was hilarious, horrifying or a blend of both that just made him want to gawk...or laugh himself sick. Hearing the cat say that he was 'goddamn delicious' almost forced a snigger past the senshi's clenched teeth - 'Oh sweet mother of...that cat is going to be the death of me--' Thank heavens he was too preoccupied with getting close to the youma to notice Faust's butt-wiggling taunt, or he actually might have busted a gut right then and there.

From concrete to dumpster to half-running along a wall, once in motion the senshi of Silence didn't stop (truthfully, this was a lot less rigorous than what he did for a living). Not even when Faust called out to him again, outlining a plan that might give the 'good guys' the upper hand, just he got a short, momentum-aided kick aimed nicely at one of those creepy limbs.

"It's Aegir!" Though 'Blondie' was probably one of the kinder things he'd been called upon to respond to over the years, so he wasn't upset. There wasn't time to take offense to something so small (as though he would have, even if there were moments to spare). "Got it. One minute, no prob!"

And then he was leaping backwards again, doing a series of handsprings that ended in a round-off, poised to dive right back into the fray. One minute, he could do that. He hoped. That thing had just razored part of the ******** dumpster like it was paper after trying to bite his goddamned head off. "Tch, you are one ugly sonofabitch, aren't you?"

With a twist to dodge one of the spiderine appendages and a spin that was purely for the hell of it, Aegir brought forth his magic. "Aegir Golden Hush!" Hands outstretched so the golden shine went hurtling towards the monster's head like a flying golden rope (which is pretty much exactly what the damned thing was).

It settled - though he couldn't tell how well just yet - and he hauled back with all his strength. The magic would keep the beast from making any noise for half a minute, but as long as the senshi concentrated he could keep it tied up for the minute Faust had wanted. Within seconds he could feel the beast trying to yank free of the softly glowing golden 'reins' wrapped around his gloved hands.

This was going to hurt.

This was also not going to end with either the cat or himself as lunch. So he would just have to suck it up and deal with it until the Mauvian did whatever...and then he'd just pound the ever-loving christ out of it until it broke into dust.

In the back of his mind, something twisted and ugly reared it's head: Youma were once human. Did that make this murder?. Now was not the time, so he just shoved it down as best he could and glanced at Faust. "I can't hold it more'n a minute like this--" Aegir's feet slid forward on the concrete under the pull of the monster but he bravely held on and did his best to wrest it's ugly mug lower while it fought against his will.

"No rush!" The senshi's tone was strained but also flippant, he could dish it out too - he was a cocky b*****d (for all he looked like a soft, pretty bit of nothing...if you ignored the musculature of his thighs and arms) after all. Aegir held onto the thrashing monster, muscles straining even as the golden ropes chafed and tore at his gloves, his palms. But he held on, because that was what was needed to happen and he wasn't about to give up.

'Wreck this b***h?' He almost started laughing again - honestly, this cat was too damned funny to be real - but then he got to see a Mauvian's beam attack for the first time. It. Was. Awesome. It also caused the youma to stop thrashing and allowed him to let up on the glittering ropes. "Good job!" And yes, Aegir knew what to do: bash it to dust. It was too bad he didn't have a better senshi attack, really...it would have made his life that much easier, but fisticuffs would just have to do.

He dove right on in fearlessly, battering the youma with fist and foot before grabbing one of the creature's own appendages and using it to spear the damned thing in it's own head with a grunt. Watching it clawing at it's own head had given him the idea to use it's own limbs to help do the monster in.

And after? God but he was exhausted - holding onto his magic took a lot out of him, maybe as much as doing his charged beam exhausted Faust. Maybe. Youma fighting really was an exhausting business!

Aegir was catching his breath, curls plastered to his head and scraped up hands resting on his knees as the adrenaline of the battle seeped out of him slowly, replacing itself with a sort of bone-tiredness that might insure he got some sleep that night. Maybe. But right then he wasn't thinking about sleepless nights and missing persons, he was thinking about how his palms smarted and that this cat was speaking with him and he should be paying attention. "Hey, no problem. I'm good for assists. Couldn't have done it without you." That this was likely true didn't bother him the way it might have a year ago, or even a few months back. Sailor Aegir wasn't meant to be a front-line player (as he'd slowly gotten beaten into him) and he would just have to make the best of it.

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah, actually..." Food was probably a good idea; he had that funny crinkling feeling at the back of his throat when he gave himself a moment to feel it that told him it had been some time since his last meal. "Food's probably a good idea. So, you're a fish fan, huh?" God but his legs hurt. No way was he going to be able to do any dancing after this, which was a pity since he had planned on getting a bit more studio time in to work on polishing his latest contemporary dance routine. Faust started towards him, ears perked, but then paused to kick up youma dust and introduce himself.

"Nice to know you-- wait, did you say Thraen?" Because there was a name (and face!) that he was acquainted with somewhat! From being knocked out by his magic garden to talking about how things had changed, from brand-spanking new Sailor Thraen to Eternal Sailor Thraen, there was a connection. Faust came forward, pleased with himself (clearly), as the blond gawked a bit, trying to get his fried brain to process properly. As a matter of fact, he was so distracted (or dumbfounded) that he automatically answered the Mauvian's question. "Silence. I'm the senshi of silence and it's...it silences things. Takes their voices, mutes magic. If I pour in a lot of energy I can bind an opponent like we just did."

Finally his brain kicked back into gear, "You're really with Thraen huh? Let's get food and we can swap stories." But first he was going to power down because <********> he was exhausted and also it was not exactly a good idea to wander around wearing what amounted to a ballerina's unitard, slippers and sheer skirt if you wanted to not be gawked at. Back to street clothes and sneakers and feeling like he'd been hit by a jet propelled ten ton brick.

"Yep, that'd be him." Colin chuckled and shoved his hands into his pockets as he thought back to meeting Thraen - had it been so long ago? They'd been of a level...and now Thraen was Eternal and badass as all hell. "I let him try his magic out on me shortly after he was awakened and we sparred a bit. When I got back from England I contacted him again...this time he's offered to help me pick up some useful skills I'm missing." He wouldn't have said they were close friends or anything, but certainly on friendly terms if not actually friends (in Colin's mind, whether or not Quenton felt the same was wholly unknown).

Faust's perch on his shoulder would cause the blond to reach up in case an assist was needed, but he dropped them quickly when it became apparent that the darkly furred Mauvian knew what he was doing. "It's got it's good points, yep. Especially with snoring roommates." He could joke about his magic - it was funny, after all - and it wasn't as though he could do anything about it..which meant there was no point in angsting about it either. "You know, that would be pretty badass with one of you guys, though I'm not sure it'd be easy to use without hands..."

Local fish market? Colin pulled out his non-senshi business phone and did a quick search so that he could get Faust his preferred treat. The cat had been a huge help and totally deserved it (also, Colin was a softie)...and even if he didn't particularly want a meal of fish, he was happy to note there were several 'grab' style joints along the way. "Gotta love the internet." With Faust settled he headed off in the direction his phone had indicated, tucking it back into his coat pocket on the side without a rather large feline attached.

He listened intently to the story being told, making appropriate sounds to indicate that he was in fact listening and not just pretending - it was utterly fascinating stuff, it really was - though he did have a small part of his brain that said maybe he shouldn't know these things about his friend...or that he really shouldn't be hearing about it from Faust. "I hope he didn't mean it when he said he'd skin you, but..." It actually sounded as though the fellow had meant it, which opened up a whole lot of disturbing questions that he wasn't about to seek answers to.

"Staying with him was probably a good choice, he's a really nice guy. Scary smart, but really nice." It didn't surprise him at all that Quenton-Thraen had a boyfriend, but it did surprise him a little that the taxidermy-loving Faust-threatening guy would be it - but then again, who was he to talk? His boyfriend could have made Helmsworth's Thor feel inadequate. Colin knew very well that relationships were often based on things that outsiders wouldn't understand or see and that as long as both parties were happy with their arrangements, that was all that mattered.

"That's quite an incredible story, I'm afraid mine's not so interesting." Colin pulled his phone out to take another look at the map and took a right turn. "We're close to the market now. So, ah...I basically found a kitten outside a waffle shop being harassed and stepped in. Then she started talking and the next thing I know, I'm a card-carrying member of the unitard brigade." Once at the market he would allow Faust to pick whatever he wanted - within reason - and get it for him. After which he would get something from a small sandwich shop that probably looked inedible to the feline but that he himself would enjoy greatly.

Wanting to talk to Faust meant they'd have to find a secluded spot to eat, but that was fine - Colin really was a fairly capable human, most of the time! "So I don't think I've had anything actually kick-a** happen in my career, but I did get training from Prince Castor...during which he kind of just sicced a captured youma on me." God, that had been nuts! And a lot of fun. "I'm rusty and behind now, because I made the choice to study abroad for a year. I really didn't think it'd be so bad, but it definitely changed a lot of things. I mean, Q got his a** up to Eternal!"

"I'm planning on it. It's not very fun getting your a** handed to you." It really wasn't, and while he didn't necessarily begrudge the Earth a few scars here or there, it was often difficult explaining how he got them to his family and lover. Whoops. Colin would have been amused-but-also-resigned if he'd known that Faust was contemplating calling him Twinkle Toes - a nickname he'd been called before and hated.

There wasn't much he could have added to Faust's diatribe on the deficits (perceived by that cat, that is) of Quenton's training - or lack of continued interest in further training. Colin was pretty certain that if Faust knew him as well as he knew Thraen, he'd find himself on the other end of the cat's biting tone. If Faust found the older man's choices suspect (and useless), how would he feel about Colin's dancing?

"I've fought quite a few agents...and some of the Dark Mirror senshi too." Did he win? Well, sometimes he did and sometimes he got his a** handed to him...it really depended on how strong his opponent was and also how lucky they were! "Can always use more training. Chaos is always working, we should be too." In shifts. Because he really did want to have a life beyond beating up agents of chaos or dusting youma.

Tutu!? He might have had something to say about Faust hopping down and heading off, but he was too shocked, so instead he just tried keeping his eyes on the dark blur of the feline at is moved through the crowd and towards a knot of people discussing fish on ice in animated tones. 'He's not...oh my God, he is, he's just going to take the damned fish....' So it made sense in a way, the cat just taking what it wanted rather than going through 'usual' channels and buying it - because of course Faust couldn't just open his yap and tell the fishmonger(s) 'gimme dat fish'. But still, he found himself shaking his head and trying not to smile because damn Faust had some nerve. Brass-plated balls or something like that.

"That was certainly impressive. Do you want some help carrying that somewhere less...busy?" Somewhere where he wasn't going to get funny looks for crouching down and talking to a cat like a crazy person?