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This week was really starting to irritate him.

In the past seven days, he had been inadvertently forced to power-up more times than he'd powered-up in the past...three, four years? Seal's Eye didn't understand why all of the sudden he was finding himself caught in the midst of a youma or Negaverser or White Moon or any freaking thing's attack but it seemed that nearly every day this week, he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Thankfully, however, today's escapade was quickly squashed by one side or the other. He didn't know - he didn't care to find out. He'd sent an icy path to slip up one of the weirdly dressed folk, who'd quickly been pinned and caught by the other weirdly dressed person and....

Well, honestly, he'd lost interest and wandered off before seeing what happened. The magical teenagers of the city tended to gab and talk too much as it was and the Elysion Guardian saw little point in joining any of their conversations. It didn't involve him, he didn't root for either side, they were just causing more ruckus and trouble and he wanted no part in any of it.

So down the sidewalk he went, blue eyes searching for a nearby alleyway to duck in, allowing him the privacy to power down and hopefully return to his normal, boring day.

He heard the voice before he actually noticed the owner, but hearing the voice alone was enough to cause him to physically cringe. The tone and pitch told him that not only was it a girl, but it was a young girl and if she was asking about fighting, it meant she was a young girl that was not interested in flirting and behaving like any other normal girl, but instead one of these blasted White Moon or Negaversian women.

One gloved hand absentmindedly rose to rub against his ear. Why was it always about his ears? Couldn't they pick on something else for once - like his outfit? His lack of usefulness? His shoes?

The senshi made her appearance, dropping down from whatever tall building or skyscraper she'd been hopping around on, no doubt like all the other sailor scouts tended to do. Leap around on buildings, shoot lasers or pixie dust from their hands - it was all the same at the end of the day. But her leap had her landing directly in front of his path, halting him in his stride.

Eyes looked up to the sky as if to plead WHY to the heavens above and whatever deaf deity was ignoring him this time.

"I am not an elf."

His words were crisp, harsh. As were his footsteps as he went out of his way to walk around the energetic looking crime fighter.

"Weird as all heckie? What are you, ten?"

His wounded ego was almost - almost - soothed when she'd called his eyes pretty, but she'd routed her words right back around to the elf thing. If she were a tad bit younger, he might have threatened to tell Santa Claus on her - elf. Really? Really?

She was persistent, Seal's Eye would give her that much. Whether she was extraordinarily brave or extraordinarily stupid, he wasn't sure, but she had gumption. Shame it would be wasted on such futile efforts - a magic war, pft. Neither side belonged on Earth, whoever ended up winning would sure doom them all, regardless.

He once again paused in his gait, his teeth grinding at her latest comment.

He had no idea if she was trying to be friendly or trying to be insulting, but he was familiar enough with Star Trek to know not only the hand gesture, but that there was a stupid alien on the show with stupidly extra long ears and that was all he could take.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep, slow breath. In his mind, he slowly counted. One...two...three...four... On arrival of the number ten, his eyes reopened, a strained smile spreading thin across his tanned face. If she wanted a magical story, he'd certainly reward her with one.

"My dealio, child, is..." His fingers drew down to the eyeball fastened to the end of his pelisse, a black crystal dangling from below it. A similar crystal dangled from one of his pointed ears. "My condition. But you already know of such things, after all..."

He paused, waiting for her response. Lips opened in feigned surprise. "Wait... do you not know of our condition? What happens to us when... well, after we've..."

The fingers toying with the eyeball tightened around, hiding the trinket completely. Eyebrows furrowed as his feigned surprise turned into feigned worry. "How long have you been a senshi? Surely someone has told you?"

"Of course they didn't - they wanted you to fight for them, right? They wouldn't give you an reason to back out of the opportunity. Not when they needed your...."

His arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at the little shrimp of a scout, intentionally letting his sentence drift off, unfinished. He didn't know what these cats told anyone - he'd yet to meet any talking felines, himself. Which was fine, really, Seal's Eye couldn't exactly think of appropriate conversation topics to be had with cats and as he was partial to the more fishy side of things, wasn't a huge fan of the species to begin with.

Eyes darted to the direction they'd come from, ensuring no one else was following, or around. He should probably be feeling back for leading the tot astray, but in his mind, she'd brought it upon herself by bugging him in the first place. Tit for tat, she annoyed him, he'd scare the brat.

"Didn't you suspect a catch? Did you really think you'd just be given magical powers and abilities and that's it?"

An eyebrow rose, his voice lowering. "You...haven't been using your abilities too frequently, have you?"

"Puns? Really? So it's started...oh dear."

He shook his head, clucking his tongue in disapproval. The long, thin ponytail of blonde hair bobbed as his head shook while his eyes closed. One gloved finger moved up to rub the bridge of his nose as he continued talking to himself, making certain that his volume was still loud enough for the teenager to hear.

"But you're so young. I know some are more sensitive to the effects, but...I've never seen a child influenced like this already...what a cruel thing to do to a babe, ugh, those treacherous felines..."

He tsk'd a few more times, then opened his eyes. Hands moved out to clasp together, almost as though he was preparing to pray or plead - perhaps even both, with the way his eyes had widened towards her.

"You need to stop powering up. You need to stop using your magics, senshi, or else you'll turn into..." He broke off once more, but quickly followed with, "Can't you sense me? Can you not tell that my aura feels different? That's one of the signs, when we start to...."

Dramatic pause.

"....change."

His eyes widened even further, expression akin to the victims in horror stories after opening the wrong door or having the shower curtain pulled back on them. "Twenty times? Twenty times?"

As if the stress was getting to him, the folded hands moved to clutch towards his heart, legs moving and stumbling towards the nearby alleyway. He was never much of an actor in comparison to his singing career, but his audience seemed to be captivated, buying his lie.

Once in the alley, he fell to his knees. Hands remained poised over his chest, his back crumpling forward as he let out a low moan. Blonde hair fell back as his head rose, blue eyes turning to look at the teenager still watching him.

"Little o-one, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you, but," He sucked a breath in through his teeth, twisting his body slightly, as if fighting through pain, "Our energy, our magic - the cats use it for their own devices. Once we reach out limit, we...we...oh!"

Hands flew forward, his head now facing the ground, a shudder visibly running through his body, "It's too late for me!"

She shook his shoulder roughly, seemingly once again gaining his attention. When he turned to look back up at her, both his scleras and iris had disappeared, the beautiful icy blue color vanishing without a trace. Eyes now entirely black and soulless, he stared directly up at her, his mouth twisted in agonizing terror.

"You... turn into..."

His sandy blonde hair slicked back before her eyes, fusing into his skin, which was turning oddly white. As one hand rose to reach for her, the space between each finger was disappearing, the skin webbing together until no distinct finger remained, only a fin.

"....your sphere...."

Lurching forward, his nose extended and turned dark, long hair sprouting from the sides of his face. Body distorting, falling to the ground as both his arms and legs drew in to his torso, clearly beyond his control.

With one last whisper, he hoarsely called out, "animal or objee---ooooooork"

And with that one final blurt, no more did a tall, elf-like man stand before her, but instead a fat, wide-eyed, frantic looking seal.

He lay there, allowing probing fingers and hands to investigate. An index finger shoved against his black nose, then tugged at his whiskers, as if attempting to validate his authenticity. Little hands ran over his bald head, feeling for any remains of blonde hair - or even ears, his pointy ears were gone.

"Ork."

His voice no longer sounded panicked, but now content. Indifferent. Not that seals really had varying tones to judge from, right? "Ork ork."

One fin shifted, smacking the pavement, sending various litter pieces and debris flying with the whoosh of air upon landing. Judging by this chibi senshi's face, he too was having a growing feeling: of dread.

This wasn't exactly the reaction he was hoping for.