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There was nothing weird about a man carrying around a giant translucent horn from a giant insect. At least, not in Destiny City. They had seen weirder things, such as but not limited to dragons, man eating pumpkins, magical wrestlers, and other oddities. A big beetle skull was hardly new.

Plus the one carrying it was an eternal who was known trouble, so it was all the more reason to just not ask questions and avoid.

Another you didn't ask about was just... things. Like why you would drag a shell around in the middle of the night. Especially when you could have just sent it home. Or why bring it back at all. Or why he currently had half his fuku burned away but actually that was pretty typical of Castor.

Yet, even with the darn shell Castor couldn't ignore the aura of someone of chaos nearby.
"Hey, you want a fight just say it, I got places to be, things to drop off and scare my sibling with. So can you just show yourself already?"

So his fuku was burning. So it was. "Oh right." He didn't really mind or notice. A few years dealing with stripping from said fuku, having it ripped apart, bloodied- he just sort of had gotten used to it falling off on occasion.

Plus his royal form was a bit drafty to say the least, and he liked walking in that get-up.

"It'll be fine. Cosmic tailoring will patch it up next time I'm powered. If you didn't want a fight-" He set the shell down, looking at her quizzically. "You realize the easiest option is to now remain henshined correct?" It was an honest question, as for a long time, he thought he had to power up- no one ever really told you you could take breaks after all.

"I'm sure if you asked Leto, she'd be fine giving you some nights off. She's a reasonable woman." Which coming from Castor, was if anything, the most decent thing he'd say about someone who was on par with his powers and under the thrall of chaos.
Still, she wasn't looking for a fight, and he had promised to withhold hostilities for the time being. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I hope it's not a favor involving another swap to swap, that took some juice outta me." And a fair deal of trust he was hesitant to give again.

He shrugged. He could relate, back in the day he'd done the same thing. You felt powerful and free- you felt alive. These days he got that from well, fighting giant insects on his homeworld. "Your own kind shouldn't be trying to murder you. Granted I'm not one to talk on that front per say." He shrugged again. He had made his enemies, yet he sat quite comfortably in his power, and in the knowledge that his death would harm far before it helped.

The shell set down he laughed, hitting it a few times with bare knuckles. "Nah, it's a thing from my home world. Nasty bugger." He snorted a bit. He was so witty. "They're giant bugs that spit acid that can melt uh.. a lot of things. As for swap to swap-" He looked around.
"I purified someone so they could become corrupted once more. Negaverse to order to the mirror. I did it as a favor and show that I'd honor a truce. It was more than draining. Makes a man feel tired."
He held out his hand, leaning on the shell as he spoke.
"Prince Castor, at your service."

Castor smiled as he said it, "Oh well, if the mirrors don't kill you, the negaverse will at the very least, that or eventually, chaos will consume you and your world." It was spoken casually, even as it was such a dark and rather glossing over of something nearly threatening to imply given his truce.

"But that's no fun to discuss," So long as a seed of doubt existed in the court of the dark moon, the order royal was fine and dandy in letting them crumble and catching the remains. He would take what opportunities he could.
Lifting the shell he offered it to her touch, going to fan to run his own hand over the smooth surface. It was crystaline, glossy and almost glass like in various places, looking delicate. Yet marks on the shell, clear places where it had been attacked by something were jagged like any other shell. Not the cutting precision edges of glass or crystal, this was indeed something organic.

The hand taken to his own however, did not get a squeeze, but rather a kiss. Lips brushing her knuckles while he close his eyes and let ot a satisfied hum. Opening them to gaze at the dark moon senshi with all the charm and playful implications of desire a man could express.
"The pleasure is mine. Purification is the way which we act in the cosmos, that allows a force that would destroy or create to act. Chaos is a force of consumption and destruction, able to create so it seeks a host. Order is a force of creation and sustainment, seeking to push back against the loss and consumption. Purification is also a service I offer to lovely, lonely women who need something..more on a cold winter night." He winked, not bothering to clarify his final statement.