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Joseph was used to spooky noises and darkened buildings - it was a hazard of urban exploration, especially when you were trying to get into long-abandoned places with histories. He wasn't, however, used to creepy noises coming from on top of his own little rental place. Sure, his place wasn't in the best part of town, and it was pretty old and rundown, but it wasn't haunted.

So if there was something on his roof, well... it was probably something a little worse than your usual spooks. Groaning as he rolled off of his couch - having fallen asleep on it after spending way too long working on his latest project-bike - he fumbled for the silly magic pen that let him transform, and Ausonia crept out of his own window to find out who or what was tap-dancing on his damn roof.

And if it was a someone, he was going to have words with whoever it was. Chaos or order, you didn't stand around on someone's roof just for fun. If it was a youma... well. Youma just needed to be dusted so he could get some more sleep.

.... Alright, maybe he wasn't as invested in this senshi business as his girlfriend was, but. Eh.

There wasn't anything on the roof. At least, nothing that Ausonia could make out clearly. Noises and darkness, yes, but nothing that really counted as a target. He frowned, inspecting what he could, but... there didn't seem to be anything he could do, not yet. If there was something here, it was bouncing between his roof and others nearby, and he wasn't going to be able to catch it and deal with it alone.

But - oh, there.

Order aura. Help.

"Evenin'," he called out, making his way over to that aura. "Hate to barge in on a lady's night, but you noticed there's somethin' ain't right here too, yeah? Willing to take it on together?"

"So did I," Ausonia said, frowning. "Even been up there, but whatever it is it sticks to the shadows and moves faster than I can." Now he paused and shook his head,folding his arms over his chest. "But two people... I'm thinkin' we might be able to pin it enough to at least see what the hell it is. I like t' see what I'm taking out."

He had no doubt he'd have to take it out - after all, nothing good scuttled around on rooftops like that... whatever it was (whoever? whatever was trying to do. Least of all his rooftop! He had things to do - like sleeping!

"Eh, I've been around a while," Ausonia said, grinning. "Maybe not the most active on the battlefront - I have more'n enough s**t to deal with in my life without charging headlong into the fray the first chance I get - but I'm no newbie." He stretched his arms out over his head, then shrugged.

"You get a few kids who cat a cat drop a pen on 'em and run, huh? Rough - props t' you for doing what you could t' help 'em."

He fell quiet then, following after her - and twitched when he heard the scuttle. "Right. It won't be there long." He glanced around at rooftops and nodded. "Think I can force it that way," he said, pointing off to the right, "And give you a better spot t' throw to force it out."

He didn't wait for her to confirm - there wasn't really time to wait. Hopefully this would work, and they'd know what they were dealing with soon...

"His - " Ausonia blinked, then shook his head and sighed. "Y'know what. With some of the cats out there, I'd rather not know what's going through their head when they pull awakenings like that."

Ugh.

He may have no fondness for the military life (thanks for that, Dad), but he knew there were reasons to fight. Reasons to stand for what's right, even with your life in danger. But getting dumped into a warzone, with a target on your back and no intel that could be vital to keeping you alive or away from worse than death?

Cats that left people like that deserved to be kitty-shaped footballs.

Shoving that thought aside, he jumped after the shadow, aiming to shove it in the general direction for Cordoba to flush it out properly. And once they could see what they were dealing with? It was as good as dusted.

"There's a few of those runnin' around," Ausonia said with a shrug, and as soon as the shadows seemed to drop away from the creature - the youma, definitely a youma - he made a face. "Well, at least it ain't a bug." That would be worse than this... though this was still pretty bad.

He hadn't wanted a youma on his rooftop! And if they didn't dust it fast it would disappear into the shadows again and they'd have to track it down again. Worse, it could escape, and maybe do some damage to his baby.

The thought of that thing getting anywhere near his baby was enough to tick him off,, and he closed the gap between himself and the youma - not fully, he didn't have to touch it for his attack, but enough. And he let magic fly.

There. One dusted youma, courtesy of his underused magic. Eh, maybe he should start getting involved with this s**t, war or not. Magical saving-the-world was still different enough from what his Dad had wanted for him that it probably wouldn't bother him too much. And Emily Wren - Elpis might need the support, with as.... erratic... as her dad could be.

Turning away from the blowing dust, he looked at the page and grinned. "We could, if y' want. I owe y' one anyway, helpin' me take care of the youma that tried t' set up camp on my own damn roof." He waited for a moment to let the page process that before hopping off the room and powering down.

Coffee would be a fair repayment for the aid with that scuttling little nightmare.

"Small world," Joseph said, and blinked. Then he grinned and took the offered hand. "Though you've got it wrong. Emily Wren's not my name." He knew what she had actually meant, but couldn't resist the chance to tease her. "Name's Joseph Ross, nice t'meet almost-family of Wren's."

Kestrel, huh? Neat name. He'd have to remember that.

"Nah, no major preferences. It has caffeine? I'm good."

Huh. Maybe this'd turn out to be a decent evening after all.