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"Yes, I really want to do this now." Rob stood in the middle of the kitchen, arms folded in front of him as he tapped his foot on the floor with impatience. His expression was pure grumpiness and had been ever since he'd figured out Sid was stalling -- which had been pretty quickly after he'd gone upstairs to put on clothes and saw her in her room… not getting dressed. At least he was dressed now, in the same t-shirt he wore over his boxers and his usual baggy jeans. In one hand he held his transformation pen, shades of green and gold with a strange symbol on the top. (He remembered seeing this symbol when he had inadvertently visited his homeworld-place, but he still didn't know what it meant. That would take at least another visit to figure out.)

He almost rolled his eyes. "You know what to do with it -- you do what I did with mine. You hold it up in the air and say 'Eros Power, Make Up'." Noticing how she was holding it like it was covered in something disgusting, he shook his head, blond dreadlocks flying to and fro. "No, no, you don't hold it like that. You hold it like this," and he unfolded his arms and stuck out his fist, clutching his pen in a tight grip. "With confidence. Not like it's going to bite."

Crossing the kitchen, he placed a hand on Sidney's shoulder and tried to look reassuring. "Look, I know you went through some hellish s**t the last time. But the only way to stop that from happening again is to learn how to become Eros." Which may or may not have been true, but at least as Eros she could better defend herself or get away if she had to.

"Do you want me to demonstrate again?" he asked, stepping back to give her some room.

It was only because he had seen her transform in front of his eyes that Rob recognized her, knew her as both Eros and Sidney. Still, he had to consciously remind himself of that at first. The weirdnesses of the transformation process.

Once his mind was clear, though, he grinned at her. "Nice outfit. Very cute and colorful." Holding his pen aloft, he recited the phrase that would transform him, and in a shower of light and leaves Puck was standing there in his ragged-hemmed green and white fuku. "Mine's comfortable, but not nearly as stylish as yours."

He cracked his knuckles then. "Now, we start training. We can start with the physical stuff -- you're faster now, and stronger, and can jump ridiculous heights. Like you could jump to the top of the house with no problem. Or we can start with questions and answers. I'm sure you must have a million questions, and while I can't say I have all the answers, I can at least help a little," he said with a reassuring smile. If nothing else, he had his phone and the primer to refer to.

Puck blinked at the barrage of questions from Sid -- Eros. Luckily they were mostly questions he knew the answers to, or could at least speculate on. Taking a deep breath, he dove in. "Right. Our outfits I think reflect our magical spheres somehow, like how our magic manifests. Like I'm Puck of the Woods, so mine is green and woods-y, with leaves and crap. And my magic involves forest growth. I have no idea what your sphere is, so I can't say why your outfit looks the way it does or how your magic will work. As far as I know, the outfits don't come with any magical powers beyond not needing to be laundered or mended." He thought back to fights where he ended up blood-spattered and filthy and the next time he powered up the uniform looked like new. Except for the tatters at the bottom, he couldn't explain those.

"As for our names, you're Eros and I'm Puck because that's where our starseeds come from. Did they explain starseeds to you?" Probably not, he thought, since it was in the middle of a battle. "It's like your life spark, right here," and he touched his chest. "It can get damaged or even removed by the bad guys, so protect it at all cost. ANYWAY. Eros and Puck. They're places, like planets or moons or like that. Puck is a moon of Uranus, for example. Not the Shakespeare character, like I initially thought. Likewise Eros is a moon or planet or asteroid or something, not the little bloke in nappies." He didn't mention that she could travel there. Not yet. This was all about the basics.

"Let's see… I don't know anything about cat-people, but I do know about talking cats. They're guardians of a sort. They have their own magic apart from being able to talk, and part of that involves awakening people who have special starseeds in them. They also pop out those magical pen things and believe it or not cellphones, so we can stay in contact with each other." Holding out his hand, he pulled his out of the place where they apparently stayed when not in use. "Here's mine. It's kind of old-school, but still useful." Holding it up, he took a snap of her and checking his Contacts list saw that Eros had been added. Then he held it out for her to see.

"And that thing that ate the train must have been what's called a youma," he continued. "There's monsters all over Destiny City, and some of them are controlled by the Negaverse -- the bad guys I mentioned. Some keep them as like pets. The Negaverse have their own agenda, and it involves killing people. It's our job to stop them."

He smiled at her, a small wry grin. "It's a lot of information to process, I know. You have any more questions?"

"Yeah, starseed," Puck repeated. "I don't know what it looks like or why it's in our chests, all I know is that everyone has one and we're supposed to protect ours at any cost. You lose it and you die, alright?" He hadn't seen anyone get their starseed yanked out of their body yet, he only knew what Faust had told him and what he had gleaned from the primer thing on his phone. He really needed to locate that Thraen fellow Faust kept going on about and see if he could get any more information out of him.

The blond senshi shook his head, half to keep from becoming impatient with Eros; she was so new, after all, and hadn't gotten any information when she'd awakened at all. Right now he was her only source of help. "I think it's because our souls come from these planets, so we're named after them. Our spheres are somehow connected to our planets, I think, I'm not sure how that all works. Did anyone tell you what your sphere was?"

Gently taking his phone back, he leafed through the buttons until he found the primer again. Just in case he needed it, even though he'd already read it. "It's our job because we have these powers we can use, related to our spheres. We're stronger than regular people, too. And there's other physical increases, like I said before." He crossed the kitchen and took Eros' hand. "I know we're not trained as warriors, but this transformation crap gives us this instinct to fight the bad guys. At least that's how it's been for me. Like it's somehow ingrained into our souls or something.

"As to why the Negaverse are doing what they're doing…" Puck shook his head. "I don't know. There's nothing I've been able to find yet that explains why they're killing people. Maybe someone else who's a bit more experienced knows," he said, thinking again of Thraen. "They're easy for us to find, though -- you feel it like a gross electrical charge setting your teeth on edge. They kill people and steal their energy, and no-one is sure why. One thing is sure though: we CAN stop them. With our magical attacks and our physical increases. I've beaten one up already. If you want, I can teach you how to fight."

He squeezed her hand. "Oh, another thing -- when I'm in this getup, I'm Puck, not Rob. Just like you're Eros and not Sid. We have to protect our identities like we protect our starseeds."

"Hmm. So maybe your sphere is something like Passion?" Puck let himself grin and chuckle a little. 'Passion' would be an entirely appropriate sphere regardless if one was talking about Eros or Sidney. The girl was nothing if not passionate, in every sense of the word. Regardless, he decided it probably wouldn't hurt to find Faust and get him to confirm. Maybe the cat could give her a phone as well. "And yeah, that sounds like your magic. Arrows, huh? Better than mine," he chuckled again.

Puck knew that he was piling a lot of information on her, and he could see her starting to buckle under the weight of it all despite trying to keep positive. He felt bad for her -- she hadn't asked for it, none of them had, and her awakening had been fraught with terror, a real trial by fire for the small senshi. But the more information she had, the better prepared she would be for the next time. And there would definitely be a next time.

His grin softened into a smile as Eros squeezed his hand. "That's the girl. As long as you're willing to give it a go, I'm willing to teach you. You have no idea how many fights I've been in," he laughed. "As Puck and Rob. More as Rob, really. So I'm pretty experienced with beating people up."

Releasing her, he grinned at her again as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking for all the world like a dreadlocked Peter Pan. "Now the fun begins. Like I said before, we're faster and stronger when we're powered up. Want to learn how to jump to the top of a building? Want to race?" He waggled his hips playfully. "I bet you can't catch me."

"That sounds like a bloody great plan," Puck grinned, watching Eros teasingly grab and tug his scarf tails as he rubbed his arm where she punched him. He was always up for a challenge, especially one that involved a wager. "Let's see, if I win… Hmm. If I win, you write me a song that I can play. I don't care what you use, just as long as I can play it on something I can play. That leaves you quite a bit of latitude, I think." He grinned down at her mischievously. He still thought he could best her in a race, but she was right -- she was a quick little thing.

In more ways than one, he thought fondly to himself.

The blond senshi tilted his head and booped Eros' nose with his finger. "What about you, love? What do you want your reward to be? If you win, that is?" He braced himself for the answer -- knowing Eros/Sid, she could want anything.

"Ow," Puck grinned as Eros' sharp little fist landed in his side. "And it's Puck, remember? Not Rob." Still, he was pleased that she seemed to accept that as an appropriate wager. Truth was, he'd been itching to play music with her ever since she moved in. He remembered her playing piano in the house when they were both small children back in London, but they'd never gotten to play together like that. This should be fun.

Provided he beat her in their race, that is.

The expression on her face clued him in that she had come up with something suitable for a wager for herself. Her cheshire grin widened, and he found himself with her finger in his chest, listening to her terms with increasing dread. "So basically I'd be your slave." Oh no. No nononono. That wasn't going to happen, not if he had any say in it. No telling WHAT manner of humiliations she would subject him to if she won and was able to tag him in a foot race.

He dare not let his dread show, however. "You have yourself a deal, love," he said decisively, with a confident smirk. "Shall we go out to the alley alongside the house and settle this then?"