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Titanite was going to get in trouble if she kept doing as she was doing. She kept spending her nights patrolling, as ordered, because she really didn't want to die.... but she kept coming back starseedless and energyless. It wasn't her fault though! There were just.... so many good-looking idiots in Destiny City. Seriously.

All she wanted to do was get high, maybe have some pizza, play some paintball, have a good time. But no. Here she was, in a**-crack America, wondering if it might be worth trying to change her name or escape back to Egypt, because s**t. She was working for the equivalent of an evil mega-corporation that controlled demons. The lifestyle couldn't be beat, though she couldn't exactly tell her parents what she did for a living.

The hiss of a can got her attention, and the lieutenant casually strolled towards the sound, ignoring the aura that signaled potential danger. As far as danger went, she wasn't too worried about it unless they were on her side. Order, so far, seemed pretty willing to make out with only mild discomfort. "You misspelled police," she introduced herself. "And I think you missed a spot."

"Stylized to the point of misspelling," she mused, considering the graffiti. "That doesn't look like an 'i'." The senshi dropped his can, and Titanite's lips pursed, considering his art critically. "Well, I have to say I am not fond of your concept. Mostly on principle, you understand." Titanite tried to enunciate carefully, to make sure her accent was understood.

Leaning in, she considered the alien in his tiara, then looked up at the senshi. "Are you a green alien, under your cloak, senshi? Is that what your little piece is about?" pursing her lips she shook her head. "Not a massive fan of green, no. Or aliens, though I guess I'm more accustomed to one than the other."

Grinning, she added playfully, "I may be converted, however, if you can show me you know how to spell police without the stylization."

Ugh. "You're not supposed to make me like you," she complained finally. "What is it with you senshi and your knights actually being decent folks, when you are not proselytizing about the glory of Order and the evil of my bosses. Do you know just how much harder it makes it to do my job?" Her job being that she was starting to be consistently under her quota.

Normal human under the glitz and glam- "I hear that's a lie, about being normal humans. One of the other lieutenants told me about things they saw." Not good things, either. He said the corpse was monstrous, like a youma peeling out of human skin. But what did it matter what the inside looked like, when the outside was just so pleasant?

"They say a lot of people from my home country were actually alien invaders about... 3000 BC. It's possible there was plenty of alien in my past. How about I just drain a little energy off you, just enough to make my boss not kick my a** for showing up empty-handed, and then we talk about an alien in my future?" She could have just played along, but honestly, playing coy was far too much work.

He nodded, and Titanite gave him a clearly dubious look.

"Such a male," she muttered, lips twitching and nose wrinkling with both humor and disdain. Usually, she did prefer women, but could beggars be choosers? Yet even more importantly, this was all way too easy, right? Like, Shahar had gone to school and everything, but she was definitely more a soldier (and horndog) than great brain-user, but- this was way too easy. Anakeion had been a (very) pleasant one-off, right? (Which reminded her, she still needed to teach that woman to actually punch things. She'd liked her.)

Still, the senshi was making words with his mouth, and Titanite shifted gears with a grinding halt, listening. "Just about everything regarding this meeting is at least a little bit weird." But then, with a soft, accented curse, she peered at him. "Magical... NASA?"

He drew a little closer, and the niggling sense of it just can't be this easy permeated. "I'll admit, I usually get socked in the nose or something instead of bitten," she said easily. "One is commonly much more pleasant than the other, however."

If he got too close it would be far too easy to change her mind, but... where was the fun in just taking, when there was still a chance for a mutually beneficial arrangement that didn't involve touching homeless people? "Not too much," she promised. "I'm sure you'll hardly notice."

Aiyaaaaa. Shahar considered the senshi, and his joint, and his offer. She gave a soft curse in arabic and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She wasn't supposed to run across such enjoyable members of the enemy team. And so many of them were lovely, accommodating people. And so pretty.

"I suppose you can hit me if you want to," she mused, "it has never done much for me one way or another though." it was a useful tool for if she was going back without energy- but this time she was not, and so a lack of punching would be a-ok with her. Quite preferable, actually.

And then he pulled out a joint, and Titanite felt her face light up as she skittered forward, into his reach, sighing. "I do not do the grabby thing. Why would I kill someone I do not have to, when I can just set up mutually beneficial energy business arrangements?" it was probably akin to some weird form of prostitution but Titanite preferred to think of it as 'staying alive.'

"I am very glad you are so accommodating," she told him as she leaned up to stroke his face, quite certain this was against everything she had been taught was acceptable behavior for a lieutenant. "What is your name, senshi?"

The senshi pulled her close, and Titanite have a hum of vague interest, having no idea what was going on in his head. Just watching that grin widen, and then-

He spoke Arabic. Titanite visibly choked, staring at him with wide, doe-startled eyes. No. Way! The orb of energy dissipated with a pop, and she blinked in consternation.

"What are the chances?" his hand made contact with her rear and she made a little noise. "I will call you Alphard." she switched to english, and let her eyes close, pulling the bit of energy she needed quickly, sending it away before he could startle her again.

She followed up the pulled energy with a kiss, brief, her mouth winter-cold. "It is unusual to find a man who speaks my language." she gave him a toothy smile, looking to the joint as she leaned into his body. "Especially one who speaks it in so many ways."

The energy stored away, Titanite sank against him, pressing him back to the wall. "I look forward to it," she mused to him in their joint tongue, "And hope to give you a few surprises as well."