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The request had been an intriguing one. Most requests for aid wear, and she was sure she had run into the officer in question at least once before in a previous battle. Curiosity would bring her to the designating meeting place. She'd considered bringing Umber with her, but her lieutenant had already left for the evening to see about his energy quota by the time general Xenotime had received the message via crystal. It would have been easy enough to fetch him, but she left him to his duties for the evening. If this meeting proved interesting she could always fill him in later.

But first, the meeting itself.

A dingier corner of the city, it was actually quite homey to the general. She'd grown up in one of the more run down neighborhoods. Cars on cinder blocks, yards filled with miscellaneous odds and ends, unkempt and sad. The sort of streets most people tried to avoid if they could, or drove through quickly with doors locked. Ah, nostalgia.

She smiled fondly as she surveyed the area from the roof of a near by government building. Perched on the edge, she sat with one leg crossed over the other and her chin resting on the back of one small hand, elbow braced on her thigh. At the moment her hood was down around her shoulders, leaving pale eyes and dark war paint very visible in the cool spring moon light.

An approaching aura tugged at the general's attention until finally pulling the woman to her feet with a small, nostalgic sigh. A last long look, to take in the crumbling outskirts, streets that could have easily been her own, then she was turning to greet the captain as she arrived.

There was a noticeable pause, the glimmer of surprise in silver eyes as she took in the nonhuman features of the approaching officer. The hint of something else as her mind twisted and tried to corral thoughts in a certain direction before they were forced back on track and away from things that hurt. She was smiling as she reached out to take that offered hand, features once again schooled into the usual amusement and slight condescension that came so naturally. "An intriguing message like that, how could I possibly refuse?" Her grip was firm, sure of itself, as she shook that offered hand before letting it go.

The offer had her tilting her head in thoughtful consideration. "If you would like." Again the nagging reach for buried thoughts, but they were stopped in their tracks. "It doesn't matter to me, either way." It wasn't as if Xenotime couldn't walk into a bar at any given time she wanted. She imagined it was somewhat harder for the captain standing in from of her.

Venue didn't matter to Xe, she was far more interested in just what the captain needed her for.

A trick Xenotime knew well. One she herself was quite fond of, though not one she would be preforming tonight. As Cinnabar disappeared over the lip of the building the general blinked out, appearing again on the sidewalk a second before the captain's heels smacked into the concrete. She watched, with interest, as the tails and scales faded into nothing and a tall, lovely young woman replaced the half youma agent that had stood beside her, head tilting thoughtfully before they started moving again.

As they walked the tight body suit of Xenotime's uniform melted away as well, and in her shorts and flowing tank top she looked even less threatening. So long as you missed the smile, that predatory twitch of full lips and the light in silver eyes.

She followed Cinnabar as the taller girl lead the way towards a bar Porsha had never visited before. Not quite a dive, but nothing spectacular either. It was the same as countless others. A perfect little hole in the wall where people could interact with each other or talk quietly amongst themselves. She dipped her chin in a nod as the door was opened for her, aimed a smile up at her host, and then murmured something softly in passing. "You may call me Porsha."

Dark lips twitched at the hand on her back, the name, Ariel's breath a warm rush against the back of her ear as she lead Po through the bar towards one of the more secluded tables. "Anything, I'm not picky." Whatever the other woman was drinking would be just fine.

She murmured a thanks as her stool was pulled out for her, and took a seat as the notebook slapped against the table top. The violet haired girl leaned on her elbows, fingers lacing together beneath her chin. Curiosity made her eager to to see just what was written between the pages, but she could be patient. A smile lifted to the little blonde waitress as she came bouncing over to them. Impish, but slightly more tame than her dark haired companion.

For the moment.

As the notebook was slid across the table to her one hand lowered to straighten it, lifting it a little for easier reading. It was a list, names, dates, and addresses. She didn't recognize the names, at least none of the ones on the first page. "What am I looking at?" It could have been anything really, though considering the author, she assumed it was Negaverse related. Lips pursed thoughtfully, she turned the page, continuing to scan the names.

Silver eyes rose from the page as Cinnabar settled into her explanation of the list, and Porsha gave a soft 'ah' of understanding as it all became clear. She set the notebook back on the table, tucking that hand beneath her chin again, one finger curling up to tap idly at her cheek as she listened to the task the other officer had set herself on. It was ambitious, and it had taken a sharp mind to catch the errors, to connect the dots. It was certainly commendable.

There was every chance that Xenotime would have offered what time she could to this task simply because it was, in fact, an excellent idea. Although the flattering that followed the request was expertly done.

Po straightened, chin lifting a touch as she lay her hands on the list, dark lips twisting up into a pleased little smirk. "Smooth talker." It came out amused. "If you need assistance in this, I can offer my time." Perhaps not as much as most. She had duties to attend, as well as a demanding career outside of the negaverse.

She turned a glance towards the bar, watching for their waitress to return with their drinks. She was still standing at the bar. "What would you need from me?"

"Whichever works," the general said after a long pause, attention shifting from the book between them and onto their waitress after she'd set their drinks down and turned to return to the bar. "My day job does not actually occupy much time beyond my usual training, so aside from my usual nightly duties I have time available. More so, if you have my lieutenant assisting as well." Which she had no problem with. She respected Cinnabar, and Umber would be providing needed help.

Pulling her gaze off the waitress' backside, Porsha went for her drink. Anything seemed to have translated into rum and coke. It wouldn't have been something the girl would have ordered on her own, but it would do just fine. She sipped it, silver eyes lifting.

"Why don't you go over with me what needs attention the most, and I can adjust my nightly routines accordingly to help? Or daily, if it comes to that."

Porsha watched as those tanned fingers moved across the table to stroke lightly along the backs of her knuckles. For s long moment her gaze lingered there, watching the condensation from the glass pool and drip along the sides of her drink, leaving pale skin slick and shining. When she did look up there was a curious smile on dark painted lips. "A little loud, yes." The other general was hitting on her, non to subtly. It had the smaller woman leaning forward, hand still beneath those bold fingers.

"That might be best." There was a certain sort of feigned innocence to the words that didn't quite match the look on the fighter's face, nor the warm light in silver eyes.

Smile growing, she'd let her glass go, but her hand turned, tracing the tips of her fingers along Cinnabar's palm as she rose to her feet. "How about you lead the way back to your room, gorgeous?"