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Troy may be a Squire, but he still wasn't that much more focused of a Knight. It was just a half hour into his patrol - which had become more and more scarce in his schedule as he picked up more stripping gigs - and he already was already growing bored. Most of the time he patrolled these days, and in general, was just for making a quick route home. It was always easier to hop over a building than walk around the block.

Luckily for his boredom, he watched as a girl struggle with her car for a bit to the point of her walking away in frustration. He wasn't exactly a mechanic, but he thought he could offer a hand. He hopped off the roof he was perched on, landing down on the street with a grin just a few feet before her.

"Car troubles?"

"Naw, why?" Troy asked. "Has Chaos been stealin' shirts or something? That seems kinda weird. I always reckoned they wanted to take over the world, not clothes..." He paused. Wait. She was making a joke, wasn't she? Damn, he felt dumb. "Er, I mean, why? You like what you see?"

He pushed his vest back a bit to expose even more of his chest, flexing his arms and tightening his torso. He looked good, and he knew it - his body was his moneymaker.

Ever slow on the uptake, another observation came to him.

"Wait, what are you?" he asked. "How you know about them Chaos fellas?"

Troy nearly blushed as he relished in the pretty girl checking him out.

"You're ******** amazing, ya say, huh?" he teased with a laugh. "Alright then, at least ain't arrogant about it or nothing."

"My name's Troy Squire," he said, relieved that he didn't slip out his true name. "I'm a Squire of Ricky Cunningham." Crap. His brain played tricks on him again. "Er, I mean of Chronos...why? I still don't know a thing about who you are. For all I know, you could be an enemy."

"Yeah, I gotta stop doing that," he said, referring to giving away his name.

"Zia? That's a weird name," he commented and shook her hand lightly. He hadn't heard the name Zia before, although he had met plenty of people with names that sounded strange to him since moving out of Alabama. "Is that like, French or something?"

"And yeah, Chronos has lots of Knights," he started. He tried to remember the names of the rest, although his memory wasn't the sharpest and it had been a while since all the Zodiacs had gotten together. "There's me and uhm, Celsus, Concordia, Bifrost....erm, a couple of others. They're all nice fellers. You know Aquarius? She's a nice girl." He wasn't sure why she seemed upset to find out there were Chronos Knights, but he didn't think to ask either.

"So your car had some issues I saw," he noted, a half-question. "I can take a look if you want?"

"Erm," Troy started. His brain nearly exploded with so many questions. What was this? School?

Sliding past most of the questions, he moved onto the car. "I ain't the best with cars, but I can take a look. Yer best bet is to call someone. Ya ain't got a cell phone or nothing?" He thought of Ellie briefly, who had helped him with his own past car issues. And his car had of a ton of issues. "I know a good mechanic if ya need one."

"And uh, yeah, the place Troy? That's my wonder. It's on the Surrounding place," he said, regurgitating information he had once been given but never fully made sense of. He frequently visited his wonder, but never knew much about the rest of it all. "My ancestor is up there. He's an old a*****e. He thinks I'm like, stupid."

"I dunno, I reckon it would," he shrugged. He'd be pretty pissed off if he were dead too - the thought of it freaked him out, especially with doubts about where he'd end up in the afterlives he believes in. He always thought there was heaven or hell, and would have preferred heaven, but meeting the ghost of his ancestor really messed up that whole perspective. Would he be a ghost too? "Your brother's got one them ancestors too? Huh."

He still wasn't sure how the whole ancestor thing worked, or what it really meant to Knights. He was mostly uneducated in that regard.

"Well, if his ancestor is really a monster, you might wanna kill it again cause it might be a 'youma' thinger," he pointed out with such great intelligence.

He took a look at the car for just long enough to realize he had no idea what the s**t he was doing.

"I think you might want to call AA or someone," he said, forgetting a third letter there.

He wasn't sure what to make of his hair being petted. Was it flirtatious? Belittling? Random? Whatever it was, it was kind of weird. Although he also kind of liked it.

"My weapon? Oh, right, its a big piece of wood," Troy explained. It was unclear whether he was talking about his weapon or his p***s. He used hand gestures to establish size, rather than just summon things out. "It's pretty big and thick. I don't really know about magic. Page weapon was the same, I reckon, just smaller."

He had hardly experiment much with it - he only used his weapon, a branch, to beat up enemies rather than test for any magical capability it might have. He supposed it was possible, it did look like a wand similar to those satan-worshipping teens had in the Harry Potter movies that he never saw.