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Alistair was definitely still reluctant to power up. It was childish and idiotic, sure, but so far he'd had more absolute disasters than anything resembling a "win" at this point. Unless one counted making friends with Ida and Liryn, who had...well, saved his life.

Still, it was very difficult for him to say no to Lance (or Damocles) for long, and so he went into the bedroom, found his pen, and powered up for the first time in several weeks. It felt strange to be Tantalus again, even if it was hopefully only for a little while.

He slipped through a mirror and out one close to where Lance had told him he would be, and then approached the Dark Mirror aura he felt.

"You called?" He asked his boyfriend dryly, a hint of a frown on his face.

Lance just glanced over at Remarque when Tantalus arrived and shrugged lightly, almost as if to see "See? I told you he'd be pissed." Then the blonde gave his boyfriend a sheepish, apologetic smile. "I'll make it up to you.. I promise." He murmured quietly as he pushed on the small of Tantalus' back, urging the shorter man forward to meet their company. "We crossed paths the other night... I just wasn't sure how to bring it up to you since we had decided not to talk about... things for the time being. I wasn't entirely sure if you had met him before but..." Lance figured this was an easy way to slide back into things...

Cause nothing said nice and easy like meeting a prince.

Right?

While the brunette was busy fawning, he chuckled quietly to himself as he pulled out his pen and quietly uttered the incantation. Soon enough there was an eternal standing where a civilian once was. Now to see if Tantalus noticed past his utter gushing. Not that the blonde senshi would mind. He him self had a slight moment himself when he realized just who Remarque was.

Remarque's eyes drifted to the hands; he wasn’t the best at dealing with anyone's relationships, but he kept a thin smile on his face all the same. He wasn't here to judge who crawled in bed with who at night, just as long as they were both getting home at night.

A part of him was amused at their relationship, but a part of him was wary. It was never easy knowing that the person you cared for was out there some nights, by themselves, getting into who knows what sorts of trouble.

He worried about Raven almost any time she was out of sight despite knowing that she was totally capable of fending for herself. But he'd seen what had happened at the ambush.

You could never predict your enemies, apparently.

"The pleasure's all mine. I've heard nothing but good things about you—the both of you. I'm disappointed it's taken so long to meet the both of you, but," he shrugged. "Busy schedules. You've been out there making the Court proud, I'm sure. Do you two patrol together?"

Songstress Kitsune

[Mistress Morbid]

Tantalus would normally have pretended to be exasperated with Damocles's sass, but there was a good long moment where his brain short-circuited on "Damocles-initiated public display of affection" because that was incredibly rare and was he really doing it in front of the Prince of the Dark Mirror, wow.

"What he means is, we patrol together because I am not exactly the best fighter out there and it seemed a wiser move to start bringing my six-foot martial artist boyfriend versus continuing to get into things that are way over my head and having to call for help after." Tantalus's tone was light, but the circumstances that had led to the decision to patrol together - definitely not so much.

Some good points aside, he would've happily skipped his entire first month and a half or so of being a Senshi.

Damocles once again rolled his eyes at his boyfriends antics. "He's a fine fighter, he just needs more practice. I keep telling him to sign up and take classes with me but so far he hasn't jumped on that.." The blonde senshi's hand stroked Tantalus' hip a few more times before stilling. "Little bit of everything I guess. Though I just use my hands. I don't train in weaponry. I try to teach him when I can, but it's hard to practice in an apartment and doing it powered up could be dangerous if we're out too long.."

"Your body is the best weapon you've got." Right next to a sharp ind and a sharp tongue. "And the more comfortable you are with it and how to fight with it, the more comfortable you'll be wielding anything else."

Remarque ignored any gestures of intimacy or comfort between the two; he didn't draw attention to it because he didn't know how to react to it, and he wasn't about to chastise the two for public displays of affection. He simply continued on, "You're on the right track at least. Watching and observing. If you find something you like, you should go for it. Of course, if you ever want to spar or something, I'm around. I used to box."

'Used to' felt strange to say; in his mind, he still boxed. He still fought in the ring, still won tournaments. But he hadn't fought anyone as Jett in so long that it felt like it was in another life. Now, Remarque was always taking the spotlight when it came to exchanging blows.

He shrugged, more to himself than anything. Maybe one of these days he'd have to head back out and see if Jett could get back in the ring. But then, wasn't fighting powered terrorists far more of an accomplishment than any trophy could bring?

Songstress Kitsune

[Mistress Morbid]