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He turned and glanced her over, lifting his chin slightly as he tipped his head as though he were assessing her.
“Chibi.” He murmured quietly, as though that in it self summarized his opinion of her.

“Well, Very young Senshi, I am enjoying the view just at the moment. And what about you? Do you frequently stay out so late?” He tipped his head folding his arms.

“General!” Chirped the cat and then started giggling. “Senshi-kitten.” She added and did a little paw-tap dance on his shoulder.

“Yes, Abby,” He said reaching up to rub at her ears. “General. “

“So far, yes.” He said with a small nod. That however is changeable depending on how many people think it will be a fun idea to try and hit me tonight.”

He gave her a sideways look and arched an eyebrow at her.
“Super Senshi Are, chili sensei then.” He ‘corrected’ himself. “And what are you ‘Senshi of’.” He added before moving to take a seat with his legs over the edge of the roof.

The cat giggled.

“Not always, just sometimes. Secretey special duties.” she murmured.

“Well, you have illuminated the subject of manner as we, well done.” He said sounding more amused than anything else.
“Zinkenite.” He said with a nod of his head. “As we are named after minerals, more to be consistent than any tie to them. Possibly because we’re not tied to distant planets either.” he mused.

He did arch an eyebrow at her question about his weapon, though at least it superficially looked harmless enough.
He summoned one, resting the metal sphere lightly on his fingertips and turning it one way and then another for her to see.

“These.” He said simply.
“Suffice to say, I’ve had to learn to throw a mean curve ball.” He quipped.

"It is not a grenade." He said though he was amused at the idea. While his weapons had a certain amount of explosive force, their primary source of damage and distress was from different sources.

"And besides, I am doing something. I am speaking with you." He did arch an eyebrow though at 'destroying a power plant.' - He'd have to look that one up and see what the reason had been. It seemed, a bit strange.

Then again -
"So... did he say what he had against the power plant?" He asked casually.

“I think you wouldn’t want to know what my weapon does, because people tend to learn by me using it. Second, It’s for that same reason you wouldn’t want to meet a houma I called.” He said with a small shrug.

He chuckled softly at the description, thinking he might have an idea from the old ranks whom it was that they had faced. The weapon and the hair gave him at least a narrowed idea of whom.

“My Youma, ha played chess with me.” He said with a small shrug.

“He’s very smart.”

“So… since you’re so curious about weapons, what exactly do your powers do?”
He didn’t exactly look, worried about them.

"While I admit that was an excellent proposal, but, you followed up by immediately telling me what I wanted to know." He said arching an eyebrow.

"As for my Youma, well, I suppose they... aren't so dissimilar from people." He said with an inclination of his head. "Some aren't very bright, and some are quite smart."

He touched a knuckle to his chin and then added. "Why so interested in MY weapon, ours don't tend to be nearly as interesting as those that the Senshi wield."

“Fair enough, but Perhaps I just hurl it like a baseball, it's metal after all."

He hummed and looked thoughtful.

"If I try and explain what happens with mine, will you tell me more about yours? Mine really is awfully dull by comparison, that’s why I learned to balance it so well. Makes it much more interesting, don’t you think? .”

He summoned it again - rolling it over his hand as though it were only just held there by gravity, as though the touch of his hand kept it from lifting free.

“Does that sound like an agreeable arrangement?”