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Shahar was the kind of woman who did not usually frequent farmer's markets. Sometimes, however, they reminded her of home. Not London, but Egypt. A Farmer's Market could commonly share the hustle and bustle of people, the smell of fruits and sometimes foods on the air, the occasional bit of bargaining and haggling that could be heard- it was nice. Not her usual, certainly, but nice. She could pass by and catch sight of a hat, or catch an eye and get a free fruit to taste. Sometimes there would be samples. She was always on board for free food.

She was passing by a stall when she heard a small commotion, and turned her head to see a young woman and an older woman marching away from a stall, an apologetic salesman behind them. No damage to anyone, and no actual visible reason for the minor fuss. The girl looked like a Magdalena one- supposed to be troublemakers or somesuch. Eh. Everyone got in trouble sometimes. Looking at it, the woman seemed a bit hoity, though the honey salesman had clearly done something to be on the naughty list.

It was still a bit on the busy side, though; she knew better than to power up an go galavanting around energy-draining in broad daylight. Destiny City seemed to ignore a lot of mystical bullshit, so long as it was done after the sun had gone to bed. People would notice, might get kind of irritated. Still, if she teleported away fast enough, she might be able to weave a bit of that anger away from everyone in the area. Maybe... hide behind that stall? It was a thought. One that she eventually decided to take action on, slipping into a hiding area and powering into Titanite with a flare of aura, beginning to drain on the market patrons- including the little girl, her mother, and that salesperson.

Titanite certainly hadn't expected to down so many people so fast- was she the only Negaverse agent in the area? Huh. Felt like she was. Maybe these Americans needed to sleep more instead of staying up all night farming, or whatever it was that they did. It was a Farmer's Market, so it made logical sense to her. People were making their way to the sides, making their way to try and escape, and Shahar sent the first energy bubble into Negaspace cheerfully, preparing to suck a second wave.

This was going to be an incredibly fruitful little excursion.

Get it? Fruitful at a Farmer's Market? Oh, she cracked herself up.

Either way, maybe she should consider draining during the day a bit more often? It wasn't her usual method, but she had already drained far more than she usually might. Of course, she usually asked, and got permission for draining, and the like. This was kind of like.... theft. Hmm.

The burn of an Order signature flaring nearby was her warning, and Titanite sent the last of the energy away, releasing her drain on the area nearby. It allowed people to turn towards the senshi, and the Egyptian poked her head out curiously, blue head obvious against brown curtains. "What, precisely, are we doing?" she asked cheerfully. "Is this a game? Do you wish to play with me, senshi?" she let her foreign accent stay thick, coarse. "You could be my type, but look a little young for my usual fare."

Tee-hee! This little senshi was so cute, and Titanite barely kept herself from d'awwing. After all, there was something far more serious in what she said, and the tall woman drew herself up, tapping one heel against the ground.

"Hurting them?" her thick accent was rife with offense. "Nonsense. Whatever it is you accuse me of doing, the people will sleep it off. I will buy them coffee. It will be fine."

Titanite shifted, her smile sharpening. "You on the other hand, little Pasithee, I must say, you sound a little..." her voice trailed off, considering the way the threat had been spoken. "Uncertain?" She shifted closer, watching the senshi slide into a stance approximating what she must have thought was a combat stance.

It was cute.

"I am Titanite, and I will be your playmate today. Come. Let us not make a mess in the bazaar. The, um, Farmer Market. Not here."

How precious! The Egyptian woman clasped her hands together in front of her, considering the girl in her little battle pose. Her words were strange, but then Shahar herself probably didn't exactly make a lot of sense in her use of colloquialisms.

"I am not a wretch," she told the senshi cheerfully, scooting closer, "If I were, then there would be dead people, not sleepy people. Go home and drink some coffee, normal little people." It was sad, when senshi chose to take offense to a little energy drain. They were the ones who had not yet realized how much worse it could be. They were also the adorable ones she wanted to wrap up like little dolma and keep safe.

A moment of consideration, before she smiled. "Yonder, little lotus." she moved ahead, brushing through the confused crowd, brushing easily past a woman calling for her companion, not pausing to offer a word of comfort. "Do you like the park, Pasithee?"

The senshi followed her, which was kind of impressive. Titanite had been more than half expecting that she wouldn't, that she'd wait until Titanite was gone and then back out, flee. Shahar would have let her go, but this little one felt like trying to be self-sacrificial, or so. Pasithee must be so young, to be so inclined.

"Show me your fighting stance again." Titanite did not beat around the bush as the other woman joined her in the park. "I want to see you as if you think I hurt you. Show me your feet. Fists in the air. Coming to punch me." her accent was thick but sharp. "Stand tall. Do not slouch. Try to intimidate me, dolma."

The senshi took her fighting stance, and Titanite's frown was quick, deep, and quite visible. "Am I going to what?" she asked, moving to consider the shorter woman in a slow circle. There were some weaknesses there that she would need to work on.

Number one being how easy it had been to separate the weaker Order member from what could have been protection. Lower in rank and power, yet she had followed the Captain without hesitation. Did she think she was protecting the civilians by doing so? Interesting.

"Leg back." she kicked out lightly, nudging the senshi's leg to a sturdier location. "You must keep your balance when under attack. Unless you know how to fall in such a way that you can gain advantage there. Am I going to what?" it was a repeated question. She didn't care.

"Fight? No. It would take more than one lesson for fighting. You may not end up getting more than one lesson, and so I cannot say this is going to be fighting. I usually choose to start my lessons with how to fall, but as you decided to start our relationship by picking a fight with me, you will learn something a bit different."

Fallong. Throwing a punch. The small little lessons she amused herself with giving to the senshi and the knights who caught her attention were varied.

"You may pick your lesson, little Pasithee. I like your- what is the word?" she pursed her lips, digging through her mental dictionary before she said- "Your gumption. Initiative. Courage, picking a fight with a stronger enemy you could not even see. I would suggest you do not do it again. Not all agents are as amused by challenge and bravery as I."