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The last glimmer of daylight, where the sun no longer shown but the skies still clung to its memory, washed the city in deep shadows and silhouettes. It was a time when all seemed so still and quiet, save to those who knew better.There had been a time when he, too, were so unassuming. A time when he did not know the war that plagued the city of Destiny.

Boom.

A building shook.

Deep within the city, in one of the many alleys a monster - Youma - crashed into the a brick wall. Behind it, a Page sporting the symbol of Polaris and long pale blonde hair held a make-shift weapon - a metal pole, presumably found on the ground. Maybe near the trash bin?

"Firo, ulunn!" (Die, hideous creature!) he shouted with a growl as the beast, snakelike in it's appearance, drew back from the wall it had crashed in to and shook its massive head.

The creature appeared to be mostly head. The rest of it's snake-like body, which seemed to float, was shrouded in a dark cloud charged with sparks. Bearings gathered, it spat a hiss at the page and lunged again. He leapt, kicked off the wall, on to the lid of the trash bin where he turned the face the creature which had once again slammed it's clumsy over-sized head on the ground. He took this opportunity and leapt down onto the Youma and speared the metal pole through it's head. The creature was dead, but in one final attack, all the electricity that it had charged into it's clouded body went into the pole and sent out a shockwave, throwing the page, and Youma Dust, to the edge of the alleyway where the flight from a street lamp finally flickered on to help illuminate the scene.

"Namaarie." (Farewell) He said under his breath as he stood and brushed himself off.

Sintashta had just turned to leave when he felt the power signature - an odd type of chaos he had never felt before. He had initially hoped it was someone just passing through, that they would ignore him, but then came the sound of feet touching pavement and a greeting. He turned to face that voice and odd energy with slightly widened ice blue eyes, portraying his surprise.



"Aaye, (Hail)" Sintashta spoke after a momentary pause, "Essenya Sintashta ná. (I am Sintashta.) Ar nálye? (and you are?)"

As he spoke, Sintashta tried to figure out this Chaos signature. It was not like the signatures of Agents or Corrupted Senshi that he had...had the misfortune to come across, but it was undeniably not Order. Never the less, she wasn't outright attacking him, so that was something. Still, he wasn't getting too relaxed. Even if this woman had great taste in fandoms.

Orcus. Noted.

"I can't say I've met enough people to be able to make a proper assessment," Sintashta flashed a bit of a bemused grin. shifting into a bit more comfortable body language.

Though he couldn't say he'd met anyone, powered life or otherwise, who was as much the fanboy as he was. Not even in the medieval reenactment group he was in - actually most of them got all holier-than-thou, thinking themselves superior for adhering to reality, and looked down on those who idolized the fantasy. It was a source of contention that wasn't as prevalent in the faire crowd.

"Actually, I do partake in the Ren Faire," He said, not wanting to give much more identifying information than that. Jousting and smithing demonstrations would whittle down the candidates of 'who are you really' too much.

"And you, worker or guest?"

It would be interesting if she did work in the faire, too. He doubted it though, because surely someone else who could speak elvish he would remember.

That seemed like a fair reply. They both had identities to protect, after all. Her size would be a unique trait. Hmmm...not tiny, just hobbit-sized.

"Ah, my apologies. I haven't often come across anyone who would sooner talk than kill me." Of course this could have been a talk then kill situation, but it would be a pity to kill, or be killed, by a kindred spirit. He was placing quite a bit of faith in that. Stupid, probably misplaced, faith.

"Indeed," he nodded, "I am a Knight, well Page for now. I serve Polaris, of Magnetism," Sintashta would not comment on the current absence of his princess. It would be stupid to give someone on the other side that information. It was a worry though, in the back of his mind.

"You don't seem like your run-of-the-mill corrupt senshi. What are you?"

In his crash course with Polaris and her other knights, they hadn't covered much more than the basics; Order and Chaos. It really seemed like more of a 'learn on the go' gig.

Being the scholar he was, Sintashta loved research, so he was definitely taking mental notes, but he liked to learn as much as he could on his own before ripping other's for information - at least he could seem more educated on the matter that way. He did hate looking a fool, after all. So he'd leave the subject at that.

"Quite a bit more for me to learn, I see. Well, I'm not one to shy away from education, even if it does seem to blur the lines, more and more. This war is so gray," he shook his head. Being a history major he was prone to reading between the lines, seeing both sides, weeding out biases from both sides, "I don't think even throwing a magic ring in a mountain would quell it."

In the end, he'd decided his own life, and the life of innocent civilians was all that he could in good faith protect and fight for.