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To say he was wary was a vast understatement- Castor was perturbed. Since obtaining the ring little had changed, but experience told him such things were not without reason, and any new power influx found it's opposite in other manners.
Though the place seemed void anything recognizable, he would be a fool to not follow up with others who also had a vested interest in the happenings outside earth's orbit. Namely, in the reaches of space where nothing seemed to tread save the few who had the power to linger upon their desolate worlds.

However, finding those who would perhaps share his hesitance to accept the boon given to him and it's dubious source left much to be desired.

How did one attract a royal who resided in a mirror?

Castor went with a new method this time. Finding a wraith and pinning it down while he gave it a message.
"Tell Ribbons and String-" he then paused realizing it might not know who he meant, "-Remarque, to meet me by the interstate highway exit by the overpass. I put a mirror nearby for his convenience." The creature had attempted to kill him, naturally, but Castor lost it soon enough hoping it would be what was needed.

Still, he did have a mirror large enough for a person to step through- from the dump but to his credit he did wipe most of the grime off.
Waiting was all that was left to do.

The man slumped with relief. Odd in any other context, but, while they might have been enemies, Castor figured the senshi of puppetry was not the type to start throwing a fist from the get go, and he was as before, correct in that assumption.
"Waiting for you to be frank." He looked up, frowning as the din of cars racing above them and echoing loudly for a breif moment. At the least, it was not busy on this strech so late at night.

"A while ago there was a situation involving myself and a handful of others amongst Order. Tell me- has anything reached out and summoned those of the Dark Mirror?"

Castor knew he wasn't wrong in bringing the mirror prince this far from the city, but going back? He was not as inclined.
"Taking me home to meet the folks? Rem, here I'd thought we'd take things slow." He joked, but it was halfhearted. "But personally it has more to do with staying under the radar of the negaverse. Too many officers have been scurrying around and it feels like a itch under the skin, like something is on the horizon but I can't tell what." If the other prince felt it he didn't know, but as of late, Castor had a fair deal of trepidation with the lack of direct activity.

"Considering our options, forgive me if I'm hesitant to trust you guiding me through the mirror. As for the exact reason why- I have reason to believe that something recently was awakened- and possibly with a power unknown to us."

He stepped forward.
"Lead the way." It was a leap of faith and a large measure of trust he gave, and the look he passed to Remarque spoke of it wordlessly.

He snorted at Remarque's jab. Making sure he looked good was nothing to be ashamed over. Still, he followed The worst case scenario- he fled. He knew better than to linger in hostile territory.

The chill was 'harder' than ice. It was distinctly unnerving, hostile. It was riplling chaos that brush him, like oil slick fingers, it touched his senses, leaving a foul taste in the back of his mouth. Chaos always did so, and it reminded him too much of his time on Alkaid for his liking. Too much of his time chained and bound as a guest of the negaverse.
His breath sucked in and he fought the instinct to summon his ice armor, the blood pumping, the mind screaming danger.

"I'm not so foolish puppet master. The most dangerous thing here is you." Blue eyes held a knowing. Castor was very much vulnerable here, and the trust was but a thin thread darn tight.

Standing tall, his wings shifted at his back, tight, close to his body.
"Recently I was summoned to a place- more, a place off of earth by a force unknown to me. What drew me was no old ally or power I could recall or find any familiarity to. I would assume you understand why I find this in itself distressing."

They were royals, beholden to no power but that of the likes of Cosmos herself.

"I spoke with Cosmos upon my return who told me this place was beyond her sight, and, possibly beyond this universe. I- I encountered something there Remarque. Old visages of magic and power; Likely before the era of Serenity's empire. While there, I acquired a thing that granted me a boon. A boon of both unknown origin and power. You are a smart man- tactical. Shrewd. Practical. These events are not entirely benign- I fear they portend things to come. Things that stir outside our sight."

He twisted his hand together.

"I fear something has woken from it's slumber Remarque- and it has a magic unknown to us. I fear something has woken and now it is lose upon the stars we once called home." A single hand was held up.

"And No." He glared. "It was not intentional and not something that could have been prevented either. Trust me when I say I have replayed the events in my head a dozen different times. The moment we were summoned, was the moment those events had begun, and only with that inevitable end."

"That's the thing." He hissed, not to the mirror senshi, but to himself.
"It had no presence. None. Yet with the heavy guard placed to keep this being confined I have doubts it is benevolent. No to mention, the fact it was bound in things that looked older than the Silver Millennium is telling. It was seal and left there. You don't do that with things that can help you- things than could win a war." No, you did it to things you wanted out of enemy hands- and things you couldn't control.

"As for what it looked like- Female. Glowing and ethereal. The places we were held at had no doors to the outside, only windows we couldn't reach by normal means- and I didn't want to shift to my royal visage- I feared it would have garnered unwanted attention. Plus, it's always better to be underestimated."

Looking around him, blue eyes picked at their own shadows.
"Look for anything old- visions of things unlike all others. A lack of power yet having power all the same. Contradictory I suppose, but-" He sighed. "It is not much to go on, but with the negaverse silent as they are, and the stars themselves ever stagnant, any shift is worth noting. Especially ones outside our grasp."

Castor had resigned himself to the reality it was highly likely the dark prince would know no more than himself. But still, they both knew they lived on effective borrowed time. They did not belong here, not entirely. Earth was simply a temporary home- one that would not be so welcoming in time if the negaverse kept to it's ways.

"Keeping your eyes and ears open is all I can ask. I am looking to the stars and keeping my own senses alert for whispers among the order senshi. Right now it is simply... quiet. This event was highly shocking in it's disparity of energy and familiarity- whats more, I fear some of my companions from that trip do not understand the rational of being... prudent with what information we give and share." Blue eyes looked to the mirror senshi.
"I have numerous times placed my trust within you, while having gained little in return. Yet, you have just so, held much of our truce well. I hope that you will continue to use discretion when seeking information for our mutual benefit."

Tentative, a wing shifted, Castor's unease still on display. His movements were slow as he crossed his arms and waved a hand in the mirror.
"But as a favor to date- I am genuinely regretful to report I have no news to relay otherwise- I still do not know of a means to enable our return to the cosmos and reclaim what we lost. Most worlds remain untenable for long periods of occupancy."

A barking, bitter laugh came from Castor at the notion of him trusting space. "Isn't that the truth of it. The answers we want exist, just a matter of finding them- and then figuring out how to best use them."

"I have hope for us yet Remarque." Us, not himself or the dark senshi, but they both. "Blue eyes looked at him. "But I do want to caution you as well. An.. old adversary has returned, and it will on be a matter of time before she is restored to her former powers and position. I believe you recall her- Tanzanite?"

He cracked his neck.
"She's back, though, barely held together and alive. Metallia has.. preserved her if you would, but while she is weak now, she will be restored. Be wary, even now in her current state she is still a threat of high caliber, and try to advise those who might not have been conscripted of her nature and her abilities."
He sighed. "It would behoove us to kill her sooner rather than later- though I admit it would make for a disappointed battle."