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Titanite... was buzzed. Not quite so that she was what some might consider 'out of her mind' (for she was clearly THAT on a regular basis), but enough that she was, perhaps, not walking as steadily as she might like. She had met her energy quota, and now she would have an evening to her own devices, which usually consisted of the club scene. But she was... disconcerted, of late, and found less pleasure than she had once in the mindless high that came with strobe lights, booze, and the mindless, nameless company of others who shared her lonely heart.

It had been this way for some years now, and try as though she might- well. No. She had not much tried at all. She had allowed her own resentment to fester in her like a shard in an open wound, growing more and more filled with the pus and the stain of despair, disdain, homesickness, dissatisfaction. She missed the purpose that she had felt under her General-King, the eagerness with which she had arrived in Destiny City. This city frequently made Titan– and Shahar- feel cheap; irrelevant, and bitter. It wasn't a way that she enjoyed feeling, but it was something she was becoming used to.

Laying flat over the rooftop, Titanite indulged her senses in the cold air, reaching out as far as she could; the Lieutenant curiously trying to detect others who were powered, tand rying to see if she could, perhaps, feel anyone familiar coming in her general direction. While it was impossible to be sure who was who, she had heard that sometimes, with familiarity, one could tell small disparities in signature, small tells of who a signature may belong to. She inhaled the chill, frigid air, and exhaled the moist, warm heat of her stress, and the scent of Jack Daniels.

The feel of an Order signature was not unexpected; it seemed every time she came to this section of town she ran into one person or another. Some of them were trying to drain her energy, thinking that she was only a regular civilian, others cared little that she was powered and gladly paid with the loss of a bit of their energy for some of her... sweeter... talents. And others still were victims, willing or not, for in desperation and irritation she did little to care for the comfort of those she drained. Desperation tended to lead her to the homeless, however.

Regardless, now here she lay, alone and slowly becoming buried in the white drifts of the biting snow, her eyes closed and bottle held over her head, one leg crossed over the other, considering how she had gotten into this situation in the very beginning. She had been a simple girl from Egypt. She'd never meant to join an army run by a dubiously megalomaniacal entity from another dimension who paraded around in the body of a Queen. Yet here she was; it was sometimes funny how life took you in a different direction from what was intended.

“Hello~” she called out to whomever was passing by- Order, she knew that much. “What brings you out this late, and to a rooftop, no less?”

"Practicing?" Titanite queried, and opened an eye, turning her head until the Order member came into view. a Senshi, it looked like, and Titanite considered him for familiarity and aggression before letting her watery hair fall back into the snow, followed with a soft thump by the rest of her head. "Whatever you are practicing alone and at arse o'clock in the evening, I must say you may want to begin to look for company."

It was cold. Uncomfortably so, but her lips were not yet as blue as her hair. "If you wish to help me, I would not complain. I am just... staring. Thinking. Enjoying a bit of a breather." she lifted the bottle, shaking it. "Enjoying a bit of a drink." she rolled up with practice, blinking as blood flowed to parts of her brain that had been growing frozen.

"Your offer is surprisingly kind." she looked at him, then held out the bottle. "Titanite. Would you like a sip, senshi?"

Titanite was clearly the threatiest threat of all threats. The offering-booze-to-minors danger, apparently. Whelp. Too late to take it back, not that she would. The legal age for drinking in her home country was 18, if it was beer. She peered at the whiskey in her hand and gave a wry shrug.

"I have never tried parkour. At least no more than comes inherent in bouncing around as Titanite. I kickbox, however." Parkour was the one where they did the ducking and rolling off of ledges in the city, right? She had found it intriguing, but not so much to try and make a hobby out of it when she was already active in her personal life.

Reaching up, she accepted his hand, and let the senshi pull her up from the snow. "I am always cold," she said cheerfully, wobbling and clinging to his hand as the blood rushed through her, and her 6 foot frame swayed top to toe. "I come from a much warmer place. Destiny City is... unusual."

"Highly recommidid." Titanite said with a hint of fuzziness; "Excellent exercise for body and mind." she leaned in, booping the senshi on the nose. "It will keep you alive if you are forced to fight. We of the Negaverse may be physically stronger, but if you can knock us out, it will not matter." She raised a brow, gave the man a sage nod. "Personal trainer is an expensive option, but valid."

He steadied her, and she beamed at him. "Thank you, Caliban." she ran the bottle over the leather of her uniform, considering, before realizing it wasn't her hand. Whoops. "I would happily return home," she breathed wistfully, "but the chance has not come up yet."

She tilted her head, gripping his arm as the action made her wobble. Her hand shook, brief, before she steadied it, and the rest of herself with a sharp inhalation of the frozen air. "I hear senshi come from far off worlds. Is it warmer, there?"

Her mother had said the Pharoah were all aliens. Perhaps they had been senshi.

Senshi. All of them seemed so young to her. Maybe it was that she was getting old, maybe it was just how long she'd been doing this. She was, after all, turning 26 this year. (in December; such details were irrelevant, however.) "You should."

She ran calloused fingers through her hair, considering the sky. "That is unfortunate. If you have someplace you can go to get away from all this..." preferably a warm one. Ah well. What it was, it was. She shifted her weight, balling her free fist and cracking her neck, considering the area. "You stopped to help me," Titanite mused, "Yet even I can see you looking at me like any moment I am going to spit venom. I am not that drunk- the venom will be after a full bottle of this." Jack was lifted, and her lips quirked.

"May I suggest that if in doubt, you run away, instead of helping someone to their feet?"

Her laugh was bright and a bit more sober now that she was standing upright and not slowly freezing into the roof. "I will practice my parkour," she teased him. "Next time we meet, we can have a race. Assuming I am sober. Which is not my preferred state!"

Senshi, she mused, watching him flip away- literally, flip away. Who did that?

Senshi- all shapes and sizes, she supposed.