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The general might have been humming as pain contoured the pale haired girl's lovely features. She did well though, so well. Not a single peep, and Xenotime knew from experience just how painful the process could be. It had been years, but you never truly forget, not that, and certainly not when reminders came in the form of more intense pain upon promotion. Still, it really was all worth it in the end. What was a little pain, when ti came with so very much power?

Her hand loosened and withdrew with the civilian had gone and a new, fresh faced lieutenant standing before her. Xenotime put her hands on the woman's arms to steadier, holding her easily, in case her legs decided to fail her. "Beautiful." It was murmured in praise, pride heavy on the general's tongue as she looked her newest agent over, from crimson boots, on up to the braid on her hat. She was a soldier.

"From this night no, you're lieutenant Marcasite, of the Negaverse. You serve Metallia, and through my guidance you will do great things." One small hand lifted from the new agent's arm, rising to cup a pale cheek almost tenderly. "And I will continue to protect and watch over you."

Seal it. Hook them in. Make them mine. She would keep this one close, like Umber, and Marcasite would make her just as proud. No more disappointments. She would build Metallia a perfect army.

"How do you feel, my dear?"

Xenotime's smile softened just a touch as Marcasite turned to press her cheek into her palm, and the general's thumb moved, stroking along pale skin. "The Negaverse is what we are, who we are, and Metallia is where our power derives from. She is our highest sovereign, and it is by her benevolence that we are born again into who we are all meant to be. She is the protector of earth, and we are her army." It was a lot to take in, she knew that, and it would take time, but they had plenty of that. Xenotime had no intention of leaving her new pretty little bird to her own devices. She would be there to guide and to train.

"I'm general Xenotime, your direct superior." Another stoke of her thumb along Marcasite's cheek.

The smile grew as the question. "Yes. You want to protect your civilian identity. If our enemies were to discover who you are, then not only would you be in danger, but so would anyone connected to you. It's important you don't let them find out who you are." That soft touch at her face drifted downwards towards the point of the girls' chin, then dropped away entirely. "But if find an ally you can trust, then they may know." And here she winked.

"You'll know my other name soon, but first..." She replaced her hand on Maracite's arm, and then the both of them disappeared, only to blink back into being on the roof of the apartment building the general ran. "I'm sure you have some manner of residence," she continued, as if they hadn't just traveled many miles in the blink of an eye. "But if you need, this building rent free complex for agents of Chaos."

Letting her hands slip away, she started heading for the door, and as she reached out to take the handle she was no longer the commanding general, but the young woman she was in every day life. "You may drop your powers, we don't want to draw attention to this place if we can avoid it."

Porsha paused with her hand on the handle of the door, turning to glance back with brows arched in curiosity. "A flexing of will, my darling. It is how you call your power, and dismiss it." Her smile was gentle, patient. For as violent as the general, or the girl, could be, she was shockingly sweet to those under her care. They were not simply assets, they were her's, her chosen. When they made her proud they were reward, when they were in trouble she would protect them, guide them, teach them. When something bothered them, she did all in her power to help them.

When they made mistakes, disobeyed, rebelled...well, she dealt with that as well.

The smile lingered on as the matter of residence was returned to. "I always like to keep my dears close. It makes it so much easier to keep track of you." It was practical, as well as selfish. "So yes, I would like that. But it's not just a matter of what I want. It's what you want as well." And here she winked, finally opening the door and leaning against it to hold it open.

It actually didn't happen all that often, being recognized for what she was, but when it did it still managed to call a warm, delighted smile from the small fighter. She grinned, as color rushed across her new recruit's cheeks, head dipping in a small, almost modest nod. "That's me. Are you a fan?" Of her, or the sport.

Outside the circuit, the tours and the fights, you just didn't find as many folks into the whole MMA thing, or at least, she didn't. Granted, she also didn't go looking. It was shocking to some, how very modest Porsha actually lived, considering the money she was bringing in on the monthly. The same apartment, the same simple appliances. She'd upgraded her phone to the latest, but that was about as tech savvy as the young woman got. She didn't even own a computer, and had cable only for Netflix.

She had been considering taking out a wall, expanding into the apartment next door that had yet gone claimed. or, more practically, moving up to the top of the building, into the biggest of the apartments. It would make sense, given how often she had people staying at her place, and how little space she had currently.

"That can be easily arranged. We can get you set up with an apartment tomorrow. Rent and amenities are taken care of. I, of course, have an open door policy. You're are welcome in my apartment anytime, day and night."

Well that was a little enlightening. Porsha's brows went up, clearly impressed, as she ushered the other woman through the door and into the stairwell that led down into the interior of the apartment complex. "You'll turn a girl's head with talk like that," she'd purr, looking back over her shoulder as she bounced down the stairs on the balls of her feet.

Jade didn't know yet what the general was capable of, but she would learn. Xenotime didn't like having to worry too much about her soldiers, she preferred to give them all the skills they needed to look out for themselves.

Barring any unforeseen incidents...

"Sounds good. If you need any help moving things I'm happy to lend a hand, and I know a few strong boys that would be willing to help as well." Well, willing after Porsha asked them nicely.

Down a few flights, and Porsha opened another door, holding it. "I could hunt you down, but it'll be so much easier if we exchange numbers. And I'll need a name for that pretty face of your's." At this she'd grin again, lifting a small hand to tap Jade on the underside of the chin before leading her down the hall.

Porsha was drawing a key from her front pocket as she led the way down the short hall to her apartment door. There she'd pause, sliding the key into the lock before glancing up. "It's a pleasure to meet you Jade." A little premature, perhaps, but the fighter had a feeling this relationship was going to work out just fine. Especially if that little bow was anything to go by.

Po grinned as she turned the knob and pushed the door open, leaning against this one as well to allow Jade to enter before her.

The apartment was modest. A kitchenette with a small island and a small high top table opposite the door, against a window. Beyond that was the living room. Neat and tidy, there was a coffee table with a violin case resting on it, a futon with a stack of folded blankets and a pillow on one side, a small shelf against the wall. Opposite to the futon there was a large tv. That was had an opening that lead into a small hall with a single door to the right sporting a bathroom with bath and shower combination. At the end of the hall was Porsha's bedroom.

Considering how often Porsha had people sleeping in her place (at least one roommate at any given time, and very recently a second) it would be better to upgrade. The thought had crossed her mind a few times now.

"Home sweet home." Closing the door behind Jade, the fighter slipped down the hall to peek into her room, them reemerged a second later. "Slate doesn't seem to be in at the moment, he's my roommate, as well as corrupt under my care. You'll meet him soon, I'm sure. As well as his brother, General Umber." The name was said with a notable sense of pride. "My neighbors are also under my care. Another corrupt, and a lieutenant like yourself."

Porsha glanced at the violin case, then back up to Jade before giving a very small shake of her head. "Slate plays, he's been trying to teach me, but I'm not that good yet." Lessons had slowed a bit since she'd allowed herself off bed rest. Po had spent an abundance of time at the gym directly after, regaining what strength she may have lost while she'd been injured.

Jade's question was a reasonable one, and another signal that she really needed to start looking into moving into the larger suite on the 8th floor. Or, more precisely, taking the steps to just do it. She already owned the place, it was just a matter of doing it.

Porsha smiled. "Because It's never been a pressing need. Generally, whomever ends up staying with me is fine with sharing a bed, so there hasn't been a problem." Even with both Slate and Shale had both been living in her small apartment with her, the younger brother hadn't complained about the close quarters.

A soft meow drew the fighter's attention towards the hall again, and with an affectionate coo she stooped to scoop the one-eyed cat off the floor and into her arms. "I forgot to mention this sweet bundle of love." A few scratches under the chin had the cat purring madly. "This is Lenore."

Horribly embarrassing, or an unexpected opportunity. Depending.

Lenore was all purrs in Porsha's arms, nuzzling her head up under the fighter's chin and paws kneading into her arm. She was an affectionate cat, vocal and loving, and as Jade approached she did that sweet little kitty coo that some did when someone was reaching out to pet them.

"Oh, sure. Knock yourself out. Lenore loves everyone." Porsha had yet to meet a person the cat hadn't taken a liking to right off the bat. So either the fighter surrounded herself with good people(which, so far, seemed pretty likely), or the cat was just overly friendly. Either way, she was sniffing at Jade's fingers, small pink tongue poking out for a small lick.

"You can hold her if you want." And she'd offer the cat over, depositing her into Jade's arms before heading for the refrigerator. "Are you thirsty, hungry?"