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It was just sad to castor really. Such a wasted opportunity- no formal interrelations, no demands of random- the senshi were as unorganized as ever. This was in many ways, a farce of a kidnapping. At least the blood moon had gotten more than just vindictiveness from their captives.

"Convincing you of your own ignorance is a pointless endeavor. I could tell you that the sky is blue, grass is green, and that your beloved negaverse is responsible for wholesale slaughter and multiple genocides and yet you'd deny all of it even if I provided evidence as clear as day." A small bag in hand, it clang and clattered as he looked in the room until he found what he was looking for- a small end table which he laid the bag out upon, neatly showing off what he'd brought with him. Small medical instruments, partnered with a few heavy blunt tools.

"If you'd like me to ask you questions we could do that. But then you'd have to answer them. Typically, your kind don't so should we just skip right to the part where I begin cutting you up or should we pander to the back and forth of I ask a question, you get sassy and put on a brave front, and in the end we just all end up in the same routine." He pulled up a pair of finely filed tweeters.

"I really could care less what you chose. I prefer to do my fighting on a fair battle feild, not with my opponent strapped down like an insolent child. So-"

He looked at the blond.
"What particular course would you like to take. I'm under no particular obligation or desire to harm you outside what you prompt me to do."

"Au contraire." Castor said, giving the man a side eye. "We do- and that is to regain our homelands, our worlds. Something chaos took from us and inadvertently sent us here as a result. However, the usual retort I hear is that we are invaders seeking to control earth. Quite a foolish notion, given we have no reason to desire it when should our worlds be restored, we'd quite happily vacate. "

Pulling up a pair of thin needle nose pliers, Castor twirled them in hand.

"But you are correct. We have killed just a the negaverse has. To the scale however, we are not matched. That ball is in your court I'm afraid." He spun the pliers again bringing them close to the agent's face. His eyeball to be precise.

"Cinnabar is part youma. I could kill her in half an instant due to her youma state. But, I will chalk that up to your own ignorance." He plucked a stay eyebrow hair with the pliers.

"I am Prince Castor, and as I said before, what happens here will be determined by what you dictate you want. Be that pain, one sided discussion, or a combination." He plucked another eyebrow hair, frowning.

"You have one eyebrow thicker than the other. It's bothersome."

"Well then to those misguided idiots you'd find few stopping you from killing them as is your right- Provided of course, you were a Knight of Earth. The Negaverse is a host to Metallia, who is itself, not native and a parasitic entity that leeches off of you. Frankly speaking, only the Knights of Earth can claim a true form of legitimacy. As the negaverse is composed of a remnant army fashioned by an invading force. Food for thought really."

With a sudden abruptness, Castor clammed Jet's chair down to the ground, forcing him to his knees, his head to the floor.
"Not a problem to get you to bow. but, if it's a makeover you want, that's simple enough."

A simple pulling up of the chair, he went over to the table, pulling the tweezers back down.

"We'll remove your nails first, then we'll work on your smile. Maybe while I'm working on what you want you realize that white moon is inaccurate, because not all of us give a s**t about Serenity or her failure or a court."

Castor took a moment to stare at the man before slowly smiling. "Coward coward coward. You all claim I am the cowardly one, that by doing this we are the cowards. Yet what organization kidnaps on a regular basis. Which side is it that began this game of tit for tat? Ah right. It must be nice to live in your hypocritical bubble of the negaverse."

With a sudden movement, the bonds that held Jet down were cut.

"Again. I am not white moon. As for how hard I hit?"
He exposed his frame, arms at his sides.
"Come at me bro."

Castor had until that moment, been uninterested, but, the idea of fighting had grown on him. Torture was torture. If they craved to be beaten so badly however? Then he'd be more than happy to oblige.

Jet was outclassed- understatement if there ever way any. The man had been captive and even if he'd not been, Castor had more bulk and more experience. The first hit landed and Castor smiled.

That was all he needed before the senshi of hail grabbed the man's arm, tossing him into a wall with his own rush before yanking him back, a curled fist thrown right into his side.
And the sound of something cracking echoing in the room.

"You wanted a fight?" He kicked out, aiming to send Jet onto his back.

"Then offer an actual fight."

The chair was lightweight and if anything, offered the same amount of force any chair in a cage match would. A jostling impact, but not much the way of damage. While it certainly connected, Castor was too easily swept up in his own adrenaline, too easily focused on a target to be thrown more than a few second and inches away.

For Castor he didn't need to see or to really particularly care what it was he aimed for.

Only that he move with as much force as he could muster.

A boot brought up, he knew the proximity of Jet and without mind to what he might hit- The boot was slammed downward.

"Give up." Were his words for the agent. "You have no advantage, you are weak, and even in your prime you'd be out matched. Give up and do not make this longer than it has to be."

Castor looked down and witch a scowl knew it was just like anything else- pointless and ultimately useless.

Ignoring Jet's attempts to claw and kick that were token at best, he set the chair upright and made sure it was stable before walking back to the prone man.

"I'll admit I had hoped you might prove some challenge but you're like the rest of your kind." Pointedly, he stared down at the agent.

"I will say this point blank. Sit in that chair or I will kill you. You'll die unless someone comes to stabilize you, and they wont do that unless your bound. The choice is you're to make. Admit you're weak and live a little longer, or refuse and I kill you by breaking your neck. You will die without medical treatment, and that will only happen if you're bound once more in that chair."