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The lateness of the hour meant little to someone used to the odd hours of shows and practices and even patrols. If anything, the theater district's myriad of shows and fluctuating hours made it that much easier for the Senshi of Silence to do his self-appointed near-nightly task.

He had no idea there was something predatory and eldritch lurking in the night, no way of knowing that just by transforming he'd called this strange and violent creature to him. It wasn't until he felt the heavy aura of Suddenly! Chaos behind him that he even slowed in his work. Strong, like Obsidian. A General? Probably not one keen to talk, s**t. What bad luck this could be.

Even thinking that his pursuer would likely not want to speak with an Order-loving senshi, he still felt he should try. But talk or not, the blond certainly didn't feel like having a confrontation out in the open, that was for sure! Aegir chewed on the inside of his cheek as he tried finding a good rooftop space within which to confront his pursuer, settling on a rooftop with a interior access shed and some heating and air-conditioning units. Plenty of shadows, plenty of places he could duck if needed...but also in a good position from which to retreat if he needed to.

All he had to do was wait for the General to catch up - it didn't take long. He wasn't running, he was just trying to be smart for once. She would find him tucked half in shadows, almost leaning against one of the metal AC units.

Whomever it was, they didn't come rushing - cautious then. Perhaps that spoke well for how this encounter might go? Aegir could hope, though precisely what he hoped for these days changed as easily as breathing. Tonight his wont for self-destruction was fairly low though he still felt the pull - he could have bolted, tried to run. But he stood and was calm.

Until he heard that voice. The words themselves were a warning, to those bright enough to catch it, but for the senshi of silence it was the way she moved and the tone that set his teeth on edge. Dangerous...this person is dangerous. Maybe unstable. Not conventionally pretty, but handsome. Beautiful even, in a wintry way...and intimidating with sharp angles and boundless confidence. He was screwed if she decided to fight him.

"Not a dove, definitely not your love. I'm Aegir." He flashed her a smile that didn't meet his eyes, but held himself ready to fight or flee. "And I was looking for trouble, couldn't you tell?"

"Oh, definitely." There was something about the green-clad woman that disconcerted him, reminding him of nothing so much as the extremely volatile and frightening General he'd met long ago. Obsidian. She was like Obsidian, wasn't she? Really screwed the pooch this this time. And he couldn't even escape if he wanted now, she was too close - prohibitively close. Crowding him. On purpose, no doubt.

Aegir's head went back as she came closer, even if his body couldn't get away he couldn't quite keep from some small means of putting space between them. "Yeah, sorry. Don't know anyone interesting. Obviously I work alone." The cane struck sharply and set his nerves to jangling. It was automatic for him to try curling around it protectively, to cover the point of contact with his other hand while hissing breath. Violent like Moonstone, creepy and disconcerting like Obsidian.

"******** hell, you think I'm gonna tell you anything now?" Nope nope nope. Instead he'd push the hurt aside as best he could and call his magic, the familiar first stage sort because he was far too distracted for his own good. Besides, she was close, very close and maybe she'd back away with a rope around her goddamned neck..if the glowing rope hit. If.

Well. Whatever reaction(s) the curly-haired senshi might have been expecting from his magic hitting properly...the one he got? Absolutely not. The General was...stroking the rope in a sort of caress that brought to mind the bedroom; seemed to like the feel of it, the weight and pressure and way it took her breath and voice. It was one of the most disconcerting things he'd ever experienced in his life and he felt as though someone was stepping over his grave.

Aegir watched her swing the cane but simply twisted his upper body to take the strike on one shoulder in the hopes he'd not lose the damned magic lasso, the shock of the blow bringing involuntary tears to his eyes. It proved a stupid idea because she hit just right and the rope first slid from his fingers nervelessly, then from around her throat and into nothing. <********> but that hurt - just who was this b***h?

"The hell!? Seriously, I told you - I work alone." His arms tingled in an unpleasant, crawling sort of way, as did his skin. She was a goddamned predator, is what she was. And he...had stupidly gotten into her trap. The moment he could form a fist he thought to drive it at her sharply angled face - if she liked being strangled so much, maybe she'd like being punched. It wasn't as neat a job as he'd have liked, but at least he wasn't just going to let her maul him for kicks without getting a few scratches in.

Really, he ha no idea what he'd gotten tangled up with.

Jesus Christ, everything I've done with her has been wrong-- Aegir had a few moments to ponder the succession of bad ideas he'd managed to enact within a short period of time. The first being not ******** running off when I had the chance...

Pain burst bright behind his eyes as his own momentum carried him forward and helped the General twist his arm around and back, while more pain at her skillful use of his own anatomy's weaknesses to keep him immobilized if he didn't want to break something. Aegir tried ducking his head away from the warm breath at his ear, all but hissing back as she made her wants known - he was trapped and her threat was an effective one. Pain already and more pain if he didn't comply. Something glib came to mind and was quickly choked down; she wouldn't appreciate it just like his 'friends' wouldn't appreciate him handing out their information. Aegir did not want to give up anything to the sharp-cheeked Negaverse General, but neither did he want to be straight- up murdered.

"Told you," Voice high and full of hurt, Aegir shifted a bit up off his heels - not to get away but to ease some of the hurt in his shoulders - it was easy as breathing for him, "I work alone. I don't know many." Just...Ganymede, Castor, Thraen, the Saturn!bros and a small smattering of others only by the flash of their fukus or the charms on their uniforms (in the case of knights). None of whom he felt like throwing under the bus...though Castor could probably handle Schorl. The ache of his shoulder and her not-so-subtle hold on him kept the blond senshi's thoughts from wandering far, "I left Destiny City not long after I became Aegir. Just recently got back. Before that I only really met Castor and some of your people."

Not entirely a lie, but also not entirely the truth. He was just trying to live long enough to find a way out of this mess, without having to tell her everything she wanted. Aegir could allow himself to wallow in guilt later.

Schorl's hand upon his back sent chills along his spine and he knew, just knew as green growing things know the direction the sun travels, what she was about to do. It still did not prepare him for the complete violation of having her touching his goddamned starseed, nor the horror of hearing her sing-songing rhymes. Aegir's blood ran cold and he gave a full body shudder, unable to help himself and helpless to her tender touches.

"P-prince of Hail." The blond was shaking, he knew he could die - that wasn't what affected him so deeply, no - it was the way she kept touching, the not so subtle threat and the way he could just feel her hand in his body, the pressure and press against his very being. Even Adrian hadn't managed such desecration of his body. She is going to kill me, good god. I really ******** up this time. I'm sorry Castor, I am. But Aegir just could not resist, not with the light brushes and pressure - it was hard enough to think! "Trained with him once, maybe twice a few years ago."

"He left for his homeworld, got back a while ago. Months, I think." Words came slowly, between shuddered breaths and grit teeth. "It'd be easier," he panted "If you didn't have your ******** hand in my g-goddamned chest." Even so, the senshi of silence did not dare disobey, it was too harrowing. "He's taller than me by an inch or two. White hair. Used to be brown. Dark blue eyes. Castor's outfit is mostly blue and white...I haven't seen it in the light." These were the things he knew about Castor. Maybe not the detail Schorl wanted but at the very least she'd scared him into complying...or trying to.

Briefly he went rigid, mind flashing back to another time and place when similar words were crooned against his ear, his neck. Aegir's breath hissed in and his jaw clenched while he pushed present. "Not. Your. Pet." Had he less sense he might have fought to pull free when she guided him firmly to his knees via pressure and leverage; there was nothing good to come from him being positioned so. As certain as the universe would continue to expand and contract around them, it boded ill for the curly haired senshi.

Generics do not earn enough. Schorl's words set his skin crawling all over, but when the portal opened and a youma emerged, he jerked a bit in her grasp. Like hell he was going to be eaten by some stupid ash-and-chaos construct belonging to the General. He'd rather have the icy b***h just ******** rip his starseed out and be done with it. Barbary flowed around his lower body, enveloping his lower half in darkness and pressure; between the two he was held, effectively hobbled.

"I sent him text messages. We've got a com system too. The cats give 'em to us when we're awakened." On a good day, Aegir didn't like youma. This was definitely not a good day and he was vaguely nauseated at being strung between two points of darkness by things he prized most in his life: his legs and his goddamned starseed. "I've seen him once since he got back." Truth. He'd seen Castor but once -- Elzo Xanis, however, he'd seen many times.