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She was an unfortunate level of sober tonight, and had firm instructions not to power down and go home without collecting at least something that resembled energy. Of late, Titanite had done a frankly terrible job of doing... anything. Everything. Since she had come to this little shithole of America in 2011, she had been mostly miserable and cold. The only good thing was that it was so much easier to find lovely people to kiss her. And the cartoons. There were cartoons everywhere. Also drugs.

Destiny City was an awful place. Having come from a place that was usually much warmer, she was more frequently, energetically bitchy rather than annoyingly cheerful. How anyone could stand the city, and the smell, and why she hadn't yet been sent home...

Well. If she wanted to keep her life, she needed to start making herself slightly more useful. It was with that in mind that she made her way through the awful night.

The feeling of an order-related signature and a loud thud was the introspective and unaware Titanite's only warning. The soft thump of snow, and a person thudding down, and Titanite hop-skipped her way through the damnable cold to peer over the edge of a building at-

Well hello, beautiful. Dark skin, multi-colored hair, great boobs under that plate probably, and legs for days. Mmmm, and heels.

Didn't much look like a senshi, was missing the wings, or the ballet tutu, and wasn't crying out for truth and justice, so maybe they'd be a little more interested in...

Energy. Right. Well, she could get to that later. For now, she was going to talk to hot-but-ditzy.

"Don't often hear many people walk into lampposts," she said sweetly, trying to get a look at the stranger's cleavage. "You new around here?"

"Honestly, if you're tired of walking into the lamp posts- what is it the Americans say- tell them you are not that into them, and actually look where you're going?" her accent was stronger with humor, and she leaned over the side of the roof, grateful that she had continued with her kickboxing even while she had been so unhappy- and that she worked her core. Otherwise, she may well have fallen, and joined the other woman in her idiocy.

Hot idiocy, but...

"I am not trying to stare," Titanite informed the other with a wolfish grin. "I am succeeding, and much appreciating. If you could tilt in my direction, I would appreciate your beauty much more. But I'm Titanite, not Jesus. Don't you know it is a bit late to be out alone?" She tapped one boot on the concrete, considering. "Do you need some help up? I'd love to help you get off .... the ground."

"You have perfect legs," Titanite volunteered cheerfully, "Much better than some of the others I have seen. I am sure they have feet attached to them or something- I'm still looking at your calves. Your skirt is unfortunately long compared to your top."

The other took a step back, and Shay's lips formed a pout. "You can lock lips with me, I'm not evil. I'm just... blowing the wind. Cruising. And well-employed by the people who are not currently killing me." Titanite dropped off the roof, landing heavily on the concrete below, and drawing herself up to full height.

"I have introduced myself," she reminded the other, gaze attempting to not land on the boobplate again; "You have not. Quite mannerless."

"You are very disturbed, if you think I would imagine that...." Titanite made a disgusted face. "No, I quite prefer thighs and tits attached to the appropriate lovers." no wonder so many in the Negaverse saw the white moon as alien freaks. "Is that what they do, in your outer space? If so, I really think you should reconsider your life choices."

"I am employed, like many, by people who find me useful; more so alive than dead. As far as work-life balance goes, it could be worse; there are many who have to put in 60 hour weeks."

She paused, considering. It wasn't as though she worked for Satan. So whyever was this person being all aggressive and boring? It would be unfortunate if the aggression continued and Titanite had to fight her instead of kissing her.

There were much better things for mouths than talking.

Titanite had to admit- some of the youma were pretty strange. But no sexy ones? Clearly this knight- for it must be a knight, not a senshi, for there had been no magic flung at her yet- had not gotten out much. Or had a very different opinion of what constituted sexy. "I do not think leg spiders sounds... enjoyable." her brows furrowed together. She was open to trying out new things, but that... Go a little Madoka?

"The magic gives us our uniforms," she said, and there was none of her uncertainty in the way she flipped her hair, giving the other woman a toothy smile. "It is, as you say, equal-opportunity sexy. Not everyone has my attractive uniform, or my wide variety of talents."

Anyways. Ignore that. She was evil, and apparently the knight wanted to go a round that wasn't pleasant foreplay. "I'd prefer not to be kicked in the a**," she said, again deliberately choosing to misunderstand the threat. "We may need it later."

.....

Sighing, she tilted her head towards the street lamp, and asked the sky, "Why are all the hot ones crazy?"

Titanite pondered for a moment, considering the very attractive female in front of her with absolutely zero remorse. "I think," she said decidedly, "We should at least scrap a little, so we can use that we were 'kissing it better' as a very valid excuse." She did have to agree- chances were good that someone would probably find them.

"Don't worry, my job is the least of things I would rather think about." she stalked closer to Anakeion, eyes glittering. "Or do. In fact, I'd rather like to- what is it- fraternize with the enemy? And if I get a split lip out of it, well, all fun comes at a cost." Not to mention, if Anakeion decided to beat the s**t out of her, she would have an excuse for why she had collected no energy tonight- she had gotten beaten up, clearly.

Hopefully, her superiors would forget that she was still in good physical condition, and blame her alcoholic tendencies.

The punch took her by surprise, even though she knew it was coming, and the contact stung, startling her, dragging a single tear from her dusty tearducts. Bloody hell.

"Clearly, we need to work on your punches," she said after wiping her nose and checking the back of her hand to make sure that she wasn't bleeding too badly.

Her response probably took Anakeion somewhere in the gut, since punching someone you wanted to kiss in the face was a potential health hazard, and made kissing much less pleasant. "You do not hit in the nose," she informed Anakeion somewhat later. Kissing someone waterfalling blood is not pleasant. I've done it, we were injured sparring. It was gross."