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On those rare occasions Baikal actually ventured out on his own to patrol the streets, he'd found things went so much smoother when he ran into nothing aside from the occasional youma or a another member of the white moon. It meant not having to make any difficult choices, and that was the way he preferred it.

So when he felt the brush if chaos moving along the nearby roof tops, it was a moment or two before he moved into any sort of action.

He could have, he knew, simply moved on and ignored the flicking of the chaotic auto, but that presented a whole different set of morally iffy issues. Besides, there was always the chance of running into Jet or Amphitrite. They were allies, at least to him, and he happened to enjoy their company.

This wasn't them. This was something else entirely. Baikal paused on the edge of the building beside the one the senshi(he was pretty sure they were a senshi, just not what sort), head tipping as he looked over the dark fuku and the brighter overlay. He felt different.

The confusion gave way to annoyance. Baikal frowned, looking entirely unamused, and gave a small shake of his head. Apparently not everyone in chaos was likable, but he supposed the same could be true for order...

"Mercury," he provided matter-of-factly, one gloved hand absently fingering the material of the scarf that lay draped over his shoulders. When he'd awakened, he'd been grateful for the heavy fabric and fur. Now, as the weather turned, not so much.

"So what are you?" His most pressing concern. "And what are you doing?"

"Depends on the person being interrogated," he countered smoothly, lips pulling up minutely on one side. But he'd play fairly, at least at first. The senshi gave an extravagant bow, introducing himself as something called a 'Dark mirror senshi'. It wasn't something Baikal had heard about before--or if he had, it wasn't something he'd retained.

This particular breed of senshi seemed to need energy, and he wondered if these were the ones the other knights made mention of. To be fair, the page tended to tone out a bit when conversations turned to paint the Negaverse as the villain. Baikal didn't think it was that simple, and the events at the prison had solidified that opinion. Things weren't just black and white.

"Does it look like I'm dressed for a movie date?" He gave a small, amused snort.

"Felt an aura, thought I'd check it out." And here he'd do a much more subdued version of the bow the other man had given upon introduction. A mere tip of his head, by comparison. "Baikal, page of Mercury.

"Do you think you could stop with the energy collecting tonight?" Hey, maybe it'd work. Maybe this senshi would be as disinclined to fighting as he was himself.

His patience for this was already waning. Baikal didn't bother responding to the comments about his clothing. It didn't matter, nor did he care, and the almost bored expression he was wearing relayed that. He wasn't here for the banter, he was here to check on the chaotic aura he'd felt. Of course, now he wished he wouldn't have bothered.

If the dark senshi hadn't been up to anything, Baikal could have just walked away, gotten on with the rest of his evening. Now he was going to have to do something about this.

He didn't gave a very large sense of moral obligation, but it was big enough.

"I suppose I do," he answered after a thoughtful couple of seconds of silence. "I can't let you carry on the endangering innocent civilians." Were they innocent? This was all just a giant pain in the a**.

"Splitting hairs a little finely, aren't we?" There was sarcasm in his voice now, a certain set of his jaw that showed just how terribly not amused he was in that moment. "Fact of the matter remains, they haven't given their consent." Why didn't they just ask? If it didn't kill a person to contribute energy, why not just ask for some willing donors?

He snorted as the dark mirror mentioned keeping Baikal from a hot date, and he snorted. "If I did have something like that waiting at home, you can bet your technicolored a** I wouldn't be out here with you." God no. If Desdemona had been free, the page would not have been out on patrol. Maybe his priorities were a little backward, but, well...

The beckoning gesture resulted in a downward flick of pale eyes, then the curious arch of blonde brows. "Naw." In his right hand, inconspicuous enough to go unnoticed unless someone happened to be looking for it, the page summoned his weapon. Useless as it usually was, for this, at least, it was perfect. The snowball was tossed up up and caught once, testing it's weight, and then he was throwing it directly at the dark mirror senshi's face.

"My punch cards a little full." He was smirking now, as he watched the snow and ice slide in melty lines down the senshi's face. See? He had a sense of humor.

The smile changed, humor leaking away,just before the other man launched himself across the rooftop at him. Baikal jerked, backing away, but not nearly fast enough, and the air left his lungs in a sudden rush as Ptolemaeus barreled into him and sent him toppling back against poured concrete.

"s**t," he coughed, palms seeking out the senshi's shoulders and shoving him back to remove the weight from his chest so he could draw in a full breath again. "What happened to your sense of humor?" Didn't seem like he was laughing now. No, now the other man just seemed pissed.

Oops.

Well, at least his attention was off the civilians.

Well, he wasn't wrong. Baikal really didn't want to fight, but he couldn't exactly just walk away, either. Especially not now. "I've got my reasons." Or rather, he had someone else's reasons.

Stealing a little bit of energy from a large group of people probably wouldn't hurt any of them. They probably wouldn't even notice it, to be fair, but...it wasn't as if Baikal could trust that that was all this senshi was planning to do. Besides, it was still stealing; taking something without consent or knowledge. It might have been harmless, but what if it wasn't? It was the sort of morality issue he didn't have to consider when he didn't bother to go out on patrol, but didn't have the luxury of ignoring when it was shoved in his face.

Speaking of faces.

A finger slid gently along his cheek, and all at once it became rather obviously apparent that all Ptolemaeus' flirtatious banter might actually have carried some weight. He still wasn't exactly certain how to take that sort of thing, even after all the time he'd spent with Dustin. Under different circumstances, it might have been more intriguing. At the moment he just wasn't sure how to answer.

Instead, putting his size to his advantage, he made a sudden jerk to the right, rolling the both of them over so it was the dark mirror's back pilled against the concrete, instead of his own. "Well if you're busy with me, you're not off harassing civilians."