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Now that she'd had time to settle a little and unpack, Porsha figured it was as good a time as any to meet her other neighbor. She'd yet to run into him in the hall, so a direct approach would have to work.

So, after an early shift at the gym she helped out at, she walked right past her own door, and instead stopped in front of the one across and a little ways down the hall. She'd heard the inhabitant was a lieutenant, but not a whole lot else. So it was with excited curiosity that she lifted her hand and knocked on the door. Three solid raps. Then rocked back on the heels of her lime converse as she waited.

A violet brow arched at the sounds that were floating through the door before it opened to reveal a young man at around her own height with eyes nearly the same cool grey as her own, and excellent taste in foot wear. Her gaze lingered on his feet, a smirk forming on her lips at the compliment before she interjected her own wise cracking two cents. "All the other kids and their pumped up kicks."

First impressions, she liked him.

A glance over his shoulder into the apartment beyond showed he hadn't quite gotten as far as she had with his unpacking. It made her wonder how long he'd been there. It was possible he was as new as she was, but it was equally possible that he just hated unpacking. She couldn't really blame him if it was the latter, unpacking sucked. She'd only gotten as far as she had with her own apartment because the sparseness was driving her crazy.

"I'm Po A.K.A. Xenotime, just moved in across the hall," she pointed towards her door. "Thought I might stop by and see who I was sharing the floor with." Considering it was a apartment complex owned by the negaverse, leasing to other agents, she was going to assume that all current residence were equally tainted by chaos.

"Faster then my Bul- Rain Man?" She blinked, curious as to who had been gossiping about her. More curious as to what the subject matter might have been. It left her staring at him questioningly as he opened the door further to let her inside. "So what'd this Rain Man say, good things?"

She paused just beyond the threshold, staring around the room before glancing sidelong at Fix. "They make these things, they're called chairs. Heard of them?" It was obvious she was teasing him as she made her way to a sturdy looking box and took a seat on it, legs extending out in front of her and crossing at the ankles. "So Fix, huh? That a nickname?" Surely to God there wasn't a person out there honestly willing to name their poor child Fix.

"Uhhh huh." Painted lips pursed thoughtfully as she considered the young man sitting across from her and his unlikely explanation for the name he'd given. If he wanted to go by an adverb, instead of a pronoun, that was his business. Po didn't care enough to push the matter, so instead she shrugged and leaned back so her weight was resting on her arms, hand s curled over the edge of her box/chair.

So Rain Man was Ever, and apparently he was telling new recruits she had something to offer them. "Did he happen to elaborate on what it was I was offering?" Training came to mind, all things considered.

She sta red across at him as he segued beautifully from the topic at hand and straight into inviting himself over to her apartment so she could cook for him. it was actually kind of impressive, and earned him an amused smile as she got back to her feet. "That was seamless." She stretched her arms over her head, then began moving towards the door. "Well, come on then."

Grey eyes twitched down to her hand when he took it, then up to his face. Painted lips pursing thoughtfully before she merely smiled and lead the way across the hall and into her own apartment. Although she had only been there a few days, she had made significantly more progress unpacking. As much as she hated the process, she hated boxes lying around even worst.

Coming from the shitty part of town where the families were poor, and the houses were small, Po didn't have a whole lot, so that made unpacking a little easier. It also made her apartment seem a little sparse. She had gone an bought herself a futon so there would be something to sit on in the living room aside from the giant bean bag chair. The tv across from the pair was small. she didn't appear to back cable or a gaming system, though there was a less then pristine dvd player and a large tower rack filled with movies.

Heading towards the kitchen she gave a thoughtful hum as she considered his question. "That's a good question. I don't have much in my cupboards either." Snack food, but that wasn't dinner.. "Um," she tapped her lower lip with the nail on her index fingers, standing on tip toe to search into the half empty depths of her cabinets. "Do you like pizza? We can order something." She glanced over her shoulder a him. "And I'll just owe you a home cooked meal some other time."

"oh yeah," she mused, extracting her phone from the pocket of her shorts. "Practically twisted your arm." She punched in the number to the nearest pizza place that wasn't a franchise, then paused with her thumb poised over 'send'. How about pepperoni and green pepper." It wasn't a suggestion. She hit send, tucked her phone between ear and shoulder, and moved to flop down on the giant bean bag chair.

He was kind of demanding. It probably ruffled a lot of feathers. Po merely smiled. The phone rang, once, twice. "If you wanna smoke, go sit by the window with it open." The original plan had been to have her apartment be a smoke free zone, but that had crumbled day one. So she compromised. Smoking was alright in the living room, but god help you if tried to take that smoke into her bedroom.

The pizza guys answered, and Po did an amazing job of giving their order(Yes, bread sticks included.) and address, while also listening to Fix as he carried on to suggest they get down to business. When she hung up she gave him a questioning look. "Am I supposed to Obi-waning to your Anakin or something, is that why Ever mentioned me?"

Wait.. "Did you say booty call?" Who the hell?

Grey eyes narrowed just slightly as her grin broadened. Someone had a new nickname.

The expression softened as she listened to him talk. You couldn't really call what he was doing explaining, but it was marginally more informative then mere rambling.

It wasn't hard to imagine someone being growly at Ever, he had a way about him that that was best compared to a six year old with a long, pointy stick. It also wasn't terribly surprising that he'd decided to shove a newbie in her direction. She was knowledgeable, tenacious, and not only knew how to fight, but knew how to teach others how to fight.

A lazy grin slid over painted lips at the mention of Fix having punched Ever. "I've punched him too, and ya, Zac's like one of the main big-wigs." A little shimmy let her sink lower into her chair, and she laced her fingers beneath her chin, elbows resting to either side of her. "I also punched him, though I was training him at the time." She was still pretty smug about that.

"You got a ways to go before you can nightcrawler it up. Seems like a captain and up sort of thing." Her pink drummed idly on the back of her opposite hand. "And you won't get in trouble for slugging someone or sass, thankfully, but you don't ever want to do anything to get the big bads pissed at you." She shuddered. "I've heard stories."

Po have him a look. "Everybody starts out with useless junk for weapons. I've got these novelty stuffed gloves." She held a hand up, flexing her fingers. "Mist times I just go without, I don't really need a weapon." She was a weapon. "But if you're not a fighter then you're not a fighter. I can train you up some do you can hold your own when you need to, but Ever's probably right." If by vampire he meant energy gathering.

"We've got divisions, right? And they're set up to play to people's strengths. I'm a brawler, so I'm spec-ops. Zac is good at gathering information, so he's Intel. The last division is public relations related, but I don't know a lot about it." She shrugged, sinking back into her been bag.

"They'll fit you in somewhere where you can be the most use." it had been an easy transition for Porsha, she'd eagerly accepted the offer for power and had never looked back. It was hard for to imagine life with the Negaverse now.