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As Swan Lake neared the end of it's extended production run, the number of nightly shows was reduced. There would be a full on set of two shows a night for the last couple days, but currently Colin only had to dance once per evening, which was quite good news as he was still working to rebuild his strength and recuperating.

Which was probably why patrolling after the Theatre closed was probably not the best idea, but he'd been itching to be more active even though both Nick and Aleksy (and his mother) harped on him to keep his exertions to a minimum. Sorry guys, it's gonna happen... Colin had stepped out of the DCBC side of the building long after the rest of his fellows were gone and ducked into an alley to transform. It felt good to power up again.

The blond senshi of silence made his way carefully around the buildings, staying in the shadows as much as possible. There were people he wouldn't mind running into, like Hver or Ganymede...but there were also folks he would nearly have sold his soul to avoid. Like Schorl.

Even so, he did his patrol and a half-jog, half walk, whistling "The Bear Went Over the Mountain" as he moved along the streets.

To see what he could see~

His whistling died off as he heard footsteps - rapid and heeled, with much urgency - followed by the heavier thudding of some beast. A Youma, chasing someone... Aegir peered into the off and on gloom of the street, looking for the source(s) of the noise. He felt the two energy signatures only after he'd sighted the glowy, prettily clad Eternal knocking a magical arrow and sending the youma tumbling.

Youma in the theater district were not necessarily something unusual, though there had been less and less slinking about with Aegir patrolling so often after the buildings were closed and silent for the night, so that one would be in hot pursuit of another was somewhat unusual. Also unusual was that he hadn't felt it - or the senshi - before seeing them.

There wasn't much time to think about such things, however; she was attacking while it was down but it wouldn't stay own unless they destroyed it. Without a thought to conserving energy or the fact that there was a very real chance this whole thing would go south, quickly, Super Sailor Aegir pushed forward at a sprint. Long legs crossed the distance rapidly, then faster still when he got close enough that he judged a good leap would allow him to land a really nice kick.

"Incoming!" He called out to warn the woman just before unleashing his own magic - if nothing else it would allow him to hold the damned thing down for her. "Golden Mute!" Aegir's voice called out strong and sure as gravity pulled him back to Earth and to the youma's struggling body; two glowing, golden ropes of magic preceded the downward arc, wrapping around the beast's throat and encircling a foreleg just before he landed a glancing blow off it's shoulder and slid to the ground, still holding on.

Damn, misjudged that jump. Well, here's hoping she's got better aim than I do. Aegir jumped backwards, pulling his ropes tightly, constricting the creature's range of movement and completely removing it's ability to make noise. Noise brought attention, attention that might be from unwanted sources.

Ida was good, damned good, but that was only sensible - she was an eternal. A glowing eternal senshi. Glowing. Holding the youma down didn't require the entirety of his attention, so he could contemplate this and wonder how one went about going from not-glowing to being a really cool science fiction flower like this Orchid-chick. Woman.

Aegir grinned broadly when the white and lavender Eternal moved in to kick the rest of the monster's head into crumbling dust that clung to anything it brushed against. With the creature crumbling rapidly to a pile of ash, Aegir allowed his magic to fade to nothing, dusting his hands off and then rubbing at his fingers from clutching at the ropes to hold the monster - without his gloves it would cut into his hands so bad!

"No problem! I'm always happy to give a hand. It's kind of what my magic's good for." Aegir took her offered hand, smiling back at her brightly as he gave her hand a squeeze and a firm shake. "I'm Aegir, and it's really nice to meet you too." He was watching the glow, trying to not be rude but not really able to help himself with her hand in his; the blond had watched the glow of her palm paint his own with colour before they'd clasped hands. "You were amazing, really. That last kick...very nice touch."

For a few long moments, he had eyes only for the glowing markings, following them a bit up her arm to her forehead symbol. Which had Aegir meeting her eyes again and looking sheepish as he realized he was being rude. "Sorry for staring a bit, you're just...glowing. It's so pretty." It really was lovely - Ida herself was lovely and also striking with her colouring and stature. Aegir thought she'd be able to fit in perfectly if she walked onto the set of a science fiction show like that. How is she glowing, it's so cool. What does that? I don't remember anything in the Primer about glowing senshi...

The glowing Eternal was looking him over, much as many others had in the past - only this time he didn’t quite feel the need to explain about his costuming, as he actually had shorts rather than just a unitard and a sheer sash. It hadn’t been shame that prompted him to speak on it before, as he’d not been ashamed…but maybe a bit of sheepishness.

Her comment about her legs being stronger than her arms only prompted his smile to widen, “I’m about the same, but I think you did really well with that youma. You’re really not giving yourself enough credit, my friend.” The lovely creature was fidgeting and shifting, like she was - op, there she went, blushing. It was most becoming on Ida’s face and he couldn’t quite help himself when she tucked her hair behind her ear and demurred at him. “Sorry, really…It’s just…you’re lovely. The markings…and…”

Ida’s information about Transcendence was filed away and got an interested, focused sort of attitude from the curly-haired senshi of silence. “That’s incredible! Did it hurt? Do the markings feel differently on your skin?” The dark-haired young woman still had his hand, but to be honest Aegir hadn’t realized it either, so when she let go he could only return her smile with a sheepish one of his own. “Today’s been really lucky, not only have I met my first Transcended senshi…but you’re bad-a** and beautiful too. I get a little excited and ramble, sorry in advance.” He also got into personal space without quite realizing it, so he was still leaning in close to Ida, wholly unconcerned that this might be read as rude…or might make her uncomfortable. More uncomfortable.

“Do you, uh, normally patrol around downtown?”

Aegir gave no indication that he was aware of her quandary, though he did notice the way that Ida kept deflecting compliments as much has she could. Yet another person that can’t take compliments, that’s so sad. She’s absolutely lovely and clearly very competent…oh! Maybe it’s just with me, ‘cause I’m a virtual stranger! With the reasoning behind Ida’s flustered blushing determined, the super senshi pushed such concerns aside to refocus on what she was saying.

“Oh good, I’m glad it doesn’t hurt. Intense is okay, but you shouldn’t have to feel pain for something like that.” Not that he knew; he might never know anything but what he heard from others. But he still felt better knowing this lovely woman hadn’t gone through pain to gain her awesome sci-fi markings.

Watching the markings on her skin, glowing and shifting as she put pressure on her skin, brought a sense of wonder in the curly haired senshi. Truly, Ida was magical.

“Wait, Penthesilea and Ganymede are Transcendent too?” He looked absolutely shocked and perhaps a bit sad, “I know them, well…mostly Ganymede…but I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her.” Aegir would have noticed i she were glowing like Ida and the last time he saw her, she definitely wasn’t. Gonna have to look them both up, when I’ve got some time. I wonder why Paris never mentioned it.

Ida talking about her patrolling habits had him smiling and intent again, bright and attentive. “Well, your aura really is bright. I felt it like a hammer, so it’d make sense that you’d be seeing more youma now.” He shifted, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, “I patrol all over the place, but nights I’m often in the theatre district, ‘cause of work.”

“By the way…can I ask what you’re studying? You don’t have to answer, of course.”

Ida's laughter was so dear, it made him feel light and happy and pulled a warm chuckle from the curly haired senshi. "You know, I've thought about getting a tattoo...just never found a design I wanted on my body for life." Aegir nodded, accepting - and believing wholeheartedly - that the beautiful senshi of orchids could handle a lot of pain...there were literally no reasons for him to disbelieve her.

"Oh yeah? Is there a bonus to it? I mean, beyond really cool glowing markings." As she counted off the various transcendent powered characters she knew of, he listened intently; some he knew personally, some he knew of...and still others he'd never heard of. "Wow, I didn't know Camlann had glowing markings!" Where does he hide them? And when did Gany and Penthe get them? I suppose it's been a while since I've seen either of them... "That's really cool though! I know most of the people you listed off...small world, isn't it?"

He nodded, "Yep. A hammer. A really cool, glowing hammer." Once more, Ida's laughter washed over him, warm and soothing. "That'll be handy, being a nurse and being friendly to senshi and knights and all that. It's really hard to come up with reasons you're back in the ER with another fracture or internal bruise." Aegir gave Ida another smile, crinkling up not only the corners of his eyes but his nose a bit, "I'm sure you'll make it through. I'll definitely be one of your patients, if you'll let me."

"Not school, though I spend a lot of time refining my skills at the Destiny City Ballet Company. I'm a professional dancer. Ballet, mostly, but I've done hip-hop and street jazz for a couple commercials and music videos." He said all these things as though they were no big deal - and to Aegir, they really weren't - he was proud of where he'd gotten and what he did, but didn't think it was that impressive to anyone else.

"I don't know if you've ever seen the posters outside of the Destiny City Theatre? I'm on some of them."

He weighed his options with Ida - on one hand, she felt good - like a good person - in much the same way Hvergelmir had. On the other...if he told her his civilian identity, she might feel pressured to exchange that information with him when she wasn't ready. Give it a minute, if the conversation goes that way, I'll tell her. If not, I won't.

As Ida spoke, Aegir nodded; she was very correct: it could be extremely difficult to settle on a design - or even just a location - for a tattoo…especially one’s first tattoo. Green eyes took in the ink embedded into his companion’s breast. It was hidden, almost playfully, behind her bow where no one would see it without permission, save that they spied upon her in the shower or something like that. “It’s beautiful.” Oh, I bet that it hurt! That’s thin skin there, very sensitive. I wonder if you know how much that purple ink seems like an invitation to touch. "I'm pretty sure something will come to me...I can be patient until it happens."

Aegir’s eyes left the bow and it’s hidden body art, returning to the pretty senshi’s face. “Wouldn’t that just be fuel for those stories the Negaverse likes to put out…’Senshi are terrorists! They’re also monsters!’” With a snort, the curly-haired blond shook his head, but then she spoke on something interesting and he was hooked like a child during story-hour again. “Oh, wow…it sounds like a fantastic thing for someone to do. Transcend, I mean. Especially if it not only helps you recover faster, but you can’t be corrupted…and you can give people energy. That’s—“ He was going to start sounding like a broken record…or at least some sort of derp. “Amazing.”

“Oh! Yes, Ganymede is a wonderful dancer.” If Ida didn’t know Paris’ civilian identity, telling her that they danced together wouldn’t exactly give it away…but it might be something that Ganymede wouldn’t want talked about. “Well, I suppose saying yes, we work together won’t hurt. There are a lot of dancers in my company. I don’t mean offense, but…I don’t want to give away her civilian life if she hasn’t shared it with you.” He reached up to rub at the back of his head nervously, hoping like hell that the beautiful Sci-Fi Flower before him would understand his hesitance for what it was - not giving up another person’s secret - and not for a mistrust of Ida herself. “There are actually quite a few of us. Dancers, I mean. Methone also dances.” How did he get so lucky? He had so many incredible, fantastically talented friends - Ida included!

“You should definitely come and see me dance. I would love that!” Talking about his passion always made him even more excitable and Aegir was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, body tired but brain lit all up like a Christmas tree. “Oh, but you have to know what shows I’m in.” The blond frowned a little bit, and then smiled as his mind made up, “I’m Colin Hargrove, Principle Danseur for DCBC.” Aegir - Colin - gave a courtly bow, like he might after a performance, straightening with almost a bounce. He felt good about telling Ida and was pleased to do so, since it would make things a lot easier with regards to here coming to one of his performances. “We’re finishing up a run of Swan Lake, if you come in the next week to one of the later performances, I’ll be playing Prince Seigfried. Just don’t wait for the last one, it’s always sold out by now.”

Hearing the happy note that came into her voice as she offered her services and explained her living situation and connection to the Black Watch made him want to pick her up and spin the Eternal senshi around. “Yes. Absolutely. I’d love the address…and you can bet you’ll hear from me. Between dance and being Aegir I get into plenty of situations where a nurse would be really helpful. My landlord’s in the medical profession too, and I have access to the DCBC doctors…but sometimes…well, it starts getting hard to explain where bruises and cuts and things come from.”

“I can give you my cell number too. You should probably have it too.” There was the senshi communicator information…and then there was civilian info; Colin was pretty sure they’d be friends - or at least comrades in arms - and Ida having both would be beneficial. Probably.

Maybe he just wanted to give a pretty girl his number.

Once again, the eternal senshi’s cheeks pinked becomingly thanks to a compliment he’d given; he enjoyed her interested expression much more though and knew he’d be pleased to see his new friend’s smiles often in the future.

As leaps of faith went, his has been a big step…but Ida bested him by not only offering her name, but powering down and showing her face right then. For a few moments the curly haired senshi blinked at the comely woman before him in her civilian garb, then smiled and did the same, costume changing back to jeans, fitted shirt and a peacoat. “Pleased to meet you, Orah Gowan.” She was really cute in dress and manner and he watched her digging through her messenger bag curiously, adjusting the weight of the dance bag over his shoulder.

“Oh! Thank you.” He tucked the paper into the side pocket on his bag, then fished out one of his DCBC business cards. “Can I borrow your pen? I’ll add my home address and cell.” Once he’d done so, the card and pen were offered back to Orah, Colin’s neat print filling the back. “Definitely try, I’d love to see what you think.”

Her bright smile faltered and had he been able to the minute nuances of her expression he might have known it was worrisome memories nipping at her mind by the way her eyes clouded over…but it was too dark and he couldn’t see the finer details. Unconsciously the blond lifted up onto the balls of his feet, rocking a bit as he watched his new friend come through whatever had caused her smile to drop with a suggestion of heading home, which was actually really smart. She had run down a rather sizable youma, after all, and then stayed to speak with him. She’s such a good person, worried about me getting home. Hearing that she lived with more senshi reminded him of Florence Court, but that wasn’t his secret to give out so he didn’t mention it - not at this time, not without Nick and Finn saying it was okay.

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Colin patted his dance bag where the paper had been tucked. “Oh, I’d like to walk you home, if I might? As you say, it’s been a long day…if anything else comes up, two are better than one, right?” Never mind that being with her was nice, calming even, after a busy day. When Orah agreed, Colin gallantly offered his lovely new friend his arm so they could walk home together, conversing easily about dance, schooling, and the best places to get vegetarian fare in Destiny City. After dropping Orah off, the blond headed home with his hands in his pockets, intent on falling face-first into his bed and passing out for a few hours before starting the whole thing over again.