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It was late enough that he could almost convince himself that he'd done "enough" on patrol to warrant a drink - powered down or not. He'd gotten no calls from Labyrinthite or his cohorts recently, and the senshi phone was...pretty much always silent. So he stopped on his way home to get booze (using a fake ID, of course) from a guy who was growing used to seeing the yellow-and-white clad young man come in all dressed up.

Then he went to find himself a nice bench, out of the way so he could drink some of the beer he'd just bought - open air laws be damned.

Said bench, however, just so happened to have a huge ginger cat on it. A cat with a tie? It's huge, maybe it's an inbred dog? "Scat. Shoo. Go away, puss." It didn't move and Aue wasn't really concerned with a cat that wasn't hissing or growling, so he just plopped down as far from the feline as he could get and broke one can from the plastic rings holding it with it's brothers.

"To a job well done." Hobo Paul, having run into Aue before, would not be coming near the costumed gentleman - it was safer, so the brunet was unhurried and unworried as he raised cracked open one of the six aluminum cans, lifted it to mouth and took a much-needed drink.

The cat was talking to him. Oh great, I happened to sit next to one of those ******** star cats. What ******** luck. Aue groaned and glowered over at the massive star cat, taking another drink and cursing his luck - he wouldn't have sat if he'd known, but the star marking on this one was partially obscured by the thick fluff. <********' star cats." For a moment, Aue contemplated grabbing the feline and chucking it, but instead rolled his eyes at the very obvious <******** you the resettling stood for. What the hell job you think, cat? I'm a senshi. He didn't say any of it allowed, instead opting for a grunt and a single word while watching his unwanted feline companion.

"Patrol."

Aue's lips twitched slightly at the over simplified scenario coming from the ginger tom but didn't bother trying to dissuade the Mauvian from his thoughts.

And when the cat expressed a liking for him despite the obvious white-moon visuals, he couldn't help snorting a bit before bringing his beer up to his face again for another swig. "Not for long, probably. But time will tell." Why not tell this cat, was it a bad idea or something that might get him killed? Eh.

Distraction from his thoughts came in the shape of an overly large feline staring at his beer and salivating. "Some of them. Why, you want one? Paws seem s**t for holding a can." The so-called 'Guardian Cats' weren't really cats at all, if he remembered what Ash had told him -- they were alien beings in the shape of cats and could even hold a humanoid shape...so maybe it wasn't so weird, the cat wanting a beer.

Hell, he might even give one to the damn thing, just to see what would happen.

While Aue was, in gentle terms, a giant d**k, he wasn't overtly cruel and had no intention to tease Bob so horribly. "Is that so?" Well, he kind of wanted to see if Bob the cat could manage a can, so he took one and cracked it open nicely before setting it down for the cat.

"This I've go to see...a cat with a can of beer. If you manage, I'll even give you another." It was an experiment, of sorts...just one that he was conducting with a beer in hand - okay that wasn't exactly strange for the Finn but Bob didn't know that. As Pasi he was almost always idly drinking something alcoholic while he worked.

It was a Finnish thing. Aue looked expectantly, thoughtfully, at Bob. Could he manage the full can? Would it be a mess? How quickly could the Mauvian down twelve ounces of beer? How much beer did it take to get a space cat drunk off it's furry a**? This may require much research, maybe Mauvians have higher tolerance...certainly they aren't built the same as cats. You cannot give much beer to a normal cat...

Maybe he should take the cat home? But no, he couldn't - Negaverse cat, right? The dark star, the dark aura. Damn. Aue did contemplate asking Ash to participate, but quickly nixed that idea - she was a prissy thing, no way would she participate willingly.

Considering he'd put up a second entire can of beer to further this 'experiment', Aue was damn well going to observe Bob closely to see just how innovative the Mauvian could be. Tipping the can over would have been utterly unacceptable, though expected; years ago he'd observed first-hand just how effective cats were at knocking things over to get at the insides (or just to do it, like tiny furry chaos theory machines in motion).

As the feline-bodied alien moved around, he pressed a rather good question forth. He's a talking space alien in the shape of a cat that likes beer and he wants to know if I'm bothered by his being on the "other" side? Strange fellow...still, it's not surprising he would ask. "Ja. I'm not a model senshi for the - Order? They are idiots with no direction and less sense." Save for a very small number...it was actually anyone's guess as to how they'd managed to survive this long. Aue certainly couldn't fathom it from what he'd seen and experienced.

Falling silent, the brunet watched with much interest and Bob sat next to him, propping his furry body up so that he could drag the can into his waiting embrace. Clever. Aue hypothesized that manual manipulation of the can would become increasingly easier as the remaining volume decreased, perhaps exponentially, considering the felid's low physical strength.

"The ******** I give for the 'Order' can be counted on no hands." Aue rolled his shoulders a bit and took a long pull from his can, noting that Bob could only manage a full can with difficulty - he'd definitely earned the second can. "I work for your side, anyway."

Aue had seen and heard some very odd things in his life, more so since becoming an awakened senshi, but nothing he'd seen away from certain parts of the internet could come close to the strangeness of hearing a beer-drinking cat laughing derisively. Still, he humored the Mauvian a bit - of course it would be difficult to accept, since he wore an Order aura like cheap knock-off perfume.

"Yes. I work for the Negaverse as a double agent. General Labyrinthite, Captains Wolfeite and Tourmaline, and Corrupt Super Sailor Dia are my immediate superiors." The list was rattled off quickly and without affect, as though he were reciting a grocery list. "As you say there are ways to make my position 'proper'."

He finished off his can of beer and cracked another thoughtfully, "I believe that is the end goal, however my General and the officers currently find my status as an 'Order' senshi useful...so 'Order' I remain."

"Then I am either corrupted into the Negaverse, or my star seed is harvested and I die." Aue took another swig of beer, then swirled the remainder in the can for a moment, expression thoughtful but not upset. "I'm preparing for the first eventuality...if it's decided that I'm more useful dead, my preparations won't be needed."

The cat seemed...actually concerned for him, which was strange. "No, not the way you mean. When I began down this path, I already understood that I was a dead man walking. It makes accepting s**t as it comes easier." Perhaps at the very start he'd had some stupid expectations of coming out of things unscathed, his life as unchanged as possible...but he'd been swiftly disabused of those notions and had long since settled into a more practical stance on the whole thing.

"One way or another, the Negaverse will take me. It's really just a matter of time. And that's fine by me.

Obviously I'd prefer to be alive, so I do what I can to be invaluable. That's all I can do."