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He had a very specific purpose in mind when he sought her out, true it was for business reasons, but he went there as a civilian. Better to know the territory, far better since she wasn't, herself, in uniform. The apartments were small, they smells 'odd' in the way such places did. Not so much bad as the accumulation of years had taken on a particular odor all its own. It was a strange miasma of generations of cooking, cigarettes, cleaners and the occasional deodorizing agent.

The sounds of various little lives boxed in behind doors of peeling paint and multiple dead bolts drifted out into the hall where he walked carefully, counting each door number. He folded the slip of paper in his hand into quarters and tucked it into his back pocket as he drew up to the door in question before raising a hand to knock.

A breath of a pause as he worked himself into it. People, dealing with people was always easier in uniform. Better though to get this done with before someone decided he was an unaccompanied minor and turned him in for some ridiculous assumed charge.

His knuckles rapped sharply on the door and he squared himself, waiting to be examined through the peep hole, if it hadn’t been painted over. Chin up, square shoulders and a firm and determined look to show that no, he was very much not there by any accident.

She was to the point at any rate, which sounded right. “I’m looking for one… ‘Miss Mica’” He said precisely and carefully. That at least sounded like a potentially legitimate name, someone looking for Mr. Zink might have raised a few eyebrows. “I was lead to believe she lived here.” He blinked up at her patiently as though utterly confidant he had found her. “I may have the wrong address though…perhaps you know her?”

Now as well, she had an excuse to let him in without arousing too great a suspicion. After all, who knew if one’s neighbors might wind up being some damned Senshi?

He waited till the door was safely closed and cast a glance around him, drinking in the surroundings and letting his gaze linger on the knife she was no doubt offering to fillet him with if he put a foot wrong. “Zinkenite…” He replied softly lifting his gaze to meet hers, a good poker face if nothing else, he didn’t even seem to be baiting her with the name tied to a General’s rank. “I’m afraid I’ve never tried them, just read the book…” He flashed her a quick but very nearly humorless smile.

“Hopefully I won’t be meeting an untimely end at the wrong end of an Iron Skillet… or you’re kitchen knife though.” He paused looking thoughtful. “Do you need a hand?” He offered curious.

“I’ll wait… it’s your lunch and I’m the interloper, you should serve yourself first but thank you.” He nodded but tipped his head curious. He seemed genuinely interested in the cooking; perhaps he did some himself when he wasn’t… being a General.


“No, it’s not strictly speaking a social visit though I do admit.” He said dragging his eyes back from the medical books on the coffee table. “…Little bird’s said you had medical training. I have been thinking that’s very much something we need.”

He pulled a hand from his pocket that was clumsily done up in gauze to illustrate his point. “The senshi… several of them have the ability to heal a great deal of injuries for themselves or for others. We rely on the energy that we’re to be collecting for…other purposes though. If we could somehow minimalize that, even try training people how to deal with things such as we saw with the BMC. He shook his head eyes narrowed.

“We could save lives I think… “ He glanced up at her earnestly.

“Anything is better than nothing, bandages vanishing between our… uniform and when we’re out of it makes it a bother as well. Someone not afraid to pick out things like MuCephei’s ‘blood needles’ from where ever they strike… anything you can do is more valuable than I think it’s being given credit for at present.”

He tried a small bite of the tomato, and gave a thoughtful look about the taste before adding a touch of ranch to the corner of his own plate so that he could sample it as a combination. Though he lofted an eyebrow at the idea of fried pickles wordlessly.

“One knife and one broken mirror…” He replied though he didn’t seem terribly inclined to elaborate on the circumstances. “And I’ve had to redo it a few times.” He paused pushing at the Tomato’s for a moment, watching her. “…Would you consider trying to teach others? I believe Alkaid knows something of some basic training as well, though she has just… ascended to General. She might be busy, all the same, if each team had at least one person with basic first aid and knew who they could call for further assistance…” He gave a small shrug and paused before adding. “More so because it seems we have still have a Leopard fighting against us… damned thing.”

He gave a dismissive shrug in regards to the request…no the near demand to look at his hand before he left. He would let her see it, better now to find out if he had missed any glass in his foolishness or if the slight numbness in his index finger was anything to worry about.

“I’d suggest you say you are willing to teach the class, that might be a good start, if nothing else,” He said hesitating slightly. “If nothing else people interested in the task may try harder.”

He had forgotten how many people were there for Elysion. Hard to keep track of them in all the chaos they had endured to be honest. He nodded affirmation to her. “The very same. Nasty set of claws on him, though perhaps no surprise to be found there. Imagine my surprise to see him in this realm.”

“If he does, I haven’t seen it, I suppose he might hide at the Zoo.” He frowned slightly trying to remember if there was a new Leopard at the Zoo. Though if there was he was going to need a Yoma, teleportation or not he wasn’t dealing with a leopard in the middle of a zoo. “Has that accent, but it could be faked. I don’t know if I should count it as being that clever.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “Easy enough to tell most of us who had a close encounter with him.”