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Bazzite wasn't the only agent of the Negaverse out that evening and training. Xenotime was also sprinting along roof tops and testing her endurance. Stopping periodically to hammer leather covered fists against brick walls, or tree trucks. Working hard, as she had always done, to raise her stamina, toughen her hands, and to simply push herself to the limits of her own capabilities.

Of course tonight she wouldn't even come close to that limit. As an arm cocked back to deliver a useless blow to the bark covered trunk of a tree she paused, had lifting as she tried to pinpoint the tingling price of energy that had distracted her. It was close, and by the feel of it she'd guess it was another soldier of the Negaverse, though this one was stronger then her. Closer to Painite's level then her own.

Curiosity dictated she go and investigate, despite there not being any real reason she should. At least nothing beyond a Desiree to meet more of her fellow soldiers. Her interactions with those she was allied with were woefully limited thus far.

He was stretching when she found him, and she hung back, leaning against the side of a building, and watched him for a moment or two before he'd no doubt notice her there and look up. "Well you seem the athletic sort." A guess built on observation, but she had a feeling she was right. He was covered from had to foot, but that wasn't enough to hide the subtle outline of a trim frame.

Xeno always did a appreciate a trim frame.

It was always satisfying, creeping up on someone. Specially some who was further up on the part ladder then she was. This wasn't a member of the White Moon, so stealthiness want strictly necessary, but it was fun all the same. The sputtering was kind of cute, and he was incredibly energetic.

"Bazzi, huh? Nice'ta meet'cha." We're those snowy cheeks peeking out from beneath his hood? "I'm Xenotime, and you can call me whatever you want." She hasn't met to many other Negaverse agents, and Painite usually just called her some sort of corny endearment.

"Newish, I guess. I've been a part of things since last fall." Wow, had it really been that long already? "I've been keeping to myself for the most part though," she pushed of from the wall, striding forward. "Not on purpose, really. It's just how things have happened." Her smile flickered briefly, wilting at the corners before she hitched it back into place, bright as ever, and oh so inviting.

A chuckle followed his questioning, and she watched as he show his head, pale eyes twitching up to the flash of white curl again. "Training," she answered after a second or two, expression turning curiously thoughtful as she neared him. "Why are you hiding under that hood?" Reaching up, she plucked at the fabric before pushing it back so it fell against his shoulders, reveling the snowy mop of curls that had only been hinted at before. This guy was pretty cute.

Well, at least she wasn't the only one that hadn't met a great many of their congress. That made her feel a little better about not having gone out of her way to be social. To some extent she figured people would seek her out if they needed her, or if she was doing something wrong. Since she'd so far only heard praise she assumed she was doing pretty good. "It is a bit of a mouthful," she commented idly. "I'm not really sure what it could be shortened to. Xeno maybe." Her shoulders rolled in a small shrug.

She smiled up at him, amused at the way at he'd trailed off as she'd pushed his hood down. "A Ninja, huh?" Well he was dressed the part, she supposed. It wasn't his out fit that had really grabbed her attention though, but the mass of pale curls that had been hiding under that hood.

Leaving ever closer, she lifted an arm so she could drape it over his shoulder, slender fingers sliding up through the downy softness of his hair as her other hand came to rest on the opposite shoulder. "So you're a captain, hmm?" The question was asked more for an excuse to keep talking, then anything else. Not that talking was really all that important to Xenotime.

A quietly amused chuckle followed the silence that came as the captain talked off, and violet brows twitched upward in question as he inquired about her health. "Me? Oh I'm just dandy." It occurred to her that this young man likely hadn't had a whole lot of experience with girls, or flirting in general, which actually came as a not of a surprise to the teen. He was certainly cute enough to attract all kinds of attention, but it didn't seem as though he was picking up what Xenotime was putting down. So to speak.

And it wasn't as though she was being incredibly subtle, either.

"Just admiring your curls. They're adorable, and crazy soft." She followed this statement with an almost predatory grin, weight shifting so she was leaning even more so against him.

"As you were saying about your promotion?" She prompted, the hand on his chest sliding up to rest on his shoulder before she moved to place her chin atop it. "What about the General-Queen?" She was actually kind of interested in this part, having never really explored the rift, or met any of the other leaders of the Negaverse aside from Zinkenite.

The rambling was endearing, as was the pinkness rising up along his cheeks.

And the unmistakable sound of a nervous swallow.

The subject of his promotion was an interesting one though, and she listened intently as he recalled the events that lead to him becoming a captain. So it required a General-King or Queen, or at least she assumed so, and it was likely to hurt... Well, considering how it felt to be corrupted in the first place, she supposed that wasn't entirely surprising. It wasn't as though Xenotime couldn't take a little pain though.

She was watching him so intently it was hard not to notice the direction his eyes eventually turned to, and a violet brow lifted inquiringly before the poor guy fell into sputters. "S'alright," she assured him, chuckling faintly and moving around to face him more fully. her hands falling away from his curls. "You can look. I won't bite," she grinned. "Hard."

He was deliciously nervous, and obviously naive on the subject of girls. Xenotime could have a lot of fun with this situation!

Xenotime's smile was down right evil as he began to stammer and turn away, pulling his hood up around his face to shield his gaze from her. It was just too damn previous for words. "It's only wrong if it's uninvited attention, and you've got a vip voucher." Her hand settled on his shoulder again, and she used that touch to nudge him back around to face her, stepping around herself to make it impossible for him to avoid looking at her.

"It's ok,"She assured him, running down the predatory air a bit. Clearly it spooked him.

It was a little unreal how completely naive he was where women were concerned. As if he'd never so much as looked at a girl with hat in his eyes, let alone had anything close to a dirty fantasy. Relationships? Ha, yea right.

She was beginning to wonder what would happen if she just landed in and kissed him. It would probably make his head explode..