Welcome to Gaia! ::

Jett wasn’t much in the habit of powering up between work and home; the weather was chill, but he had a few errands to run in the very near area. It wasn’t worth it to bring his car around just so he could struggle to find a parking spot, so he intended to just make his stops and then head back to the car and head home.

He had already stayed a little later tonight than usual to handle a truck that had come in; the store might have closed at five, but he stayed until it was a little darker. At six thirty, the lights in the store shut off and he stepped out to lock up.

With a bag thrown over his shoulder, he glanced at his watch and adjusted the jacket that he wore. He didn’t seem to have any idea that he was being watched so, without much concern he began to walk casually down the sidewalk.

Sleet Tempest Snape

I am sorry this took so long!

Jett was not a fan of cats; he never had been, even if he did manage to tolerate Mauvians. At least, for the sake of the Court. When he felt a pressure on the back of his leg, he almost didn’t even stop. Destiny City had enough odd things occurring that it wouldn’t have surprised him if he had some youma trying to gnaw on his leg.

His eyes narrowed and he paused, glancing down at the cat.

No, Mauvian, judging by that star on her forehead.

He looked down at her with a gruff at expression and, grumbling, knelt just enough so that he could pick her up by the scruff of her neck and hold her at eye level.

“…What?”

If she was approaching him, getting his attention, he suspected that there was something more to this encounter than just sheer dumb luck. In this instance, he preferred straight and to the point instead of just beating around the bush.

Jett blinked when the cat licked his face; it was strange enough to have her little paws on his cheek, but her rough little tongue against his skin made him stare at her blankly. It hadn’t been enough to hurt, but he clearly wasn’t used to behavior of that variety.

He grumbled after a moment, shifting positions so the cat was cradled in an arm instead of being held by her scruff. “Does he want me to be Remarque, or Jett? Because unless Benitoite already has food waiting, I think the two of us are going to stick out like a sore thumb if we try to head anywhere for a quick bite.”

He glanced around discreetly, searching any and all shadows he could lay his eyes on to see if he could make out Benitoite’s form.

Jett didn’t give the impression of someone who was going to wait too long to make a decision. “Always lurking in the shadows, then,” he muttered, but there was no disdain in his voice. “Tell him I’ve got time tonight, but to hurry it up. If he wants to talk, we can do it over food. I’m a cheap date, you tell him that. Any burger is good with me, but I’ll eat just about anything. You run ahead,” he set the cat down on the ground so she could relay the information to Benitoite.

“I’ll text my wife I’m going out for a bit. You just tell him to teleport down here and power down or let me know if I need to power up so we can go somewhere private and talk before we eat.”

He didn’t care what they talked about or where; they were both smart enough to be safe with what information they shared.

“…And tell him he can text me the next time he wants to meet up, will you? He’s got my number.”

Jett glanced up from his phone screen when Alex addressed him; he offered a quick smile as he tucked the phone into a pocket. "On the contrary, I have very expensive tastes. But burgers can be gourmet and fast, and I haven't eaten for hours. If you've got a taste for something," he gestured, "Lead the way. I could go for anything as long as it's fast."

He eyed the Mauvian, "And is either outside or allows cats, unless you want to send her away. But I think she should be entitled to a meal too after you put her through so much just to get my attention."

Jett was more than ready to go so he slid his hands into his pockets and began a casual pace that would allow Alex to lead if he wanted. He wasn't avoiding the real question but he did seem content to mull over his response. Before he answered anything substantial he asked, "What are the rumors about what happened?"

Jett shrugged; he knew there would be people that weren’t happy. He wasn’t happy, but then—he never was when he wasn’t able to be in control. Mirrorspace was one big mess that kept spreading no matter what they did to contain it.

“Wasn’t intentional,” he confessed to Alex. “And if I was going to pull a bunch of people into Mirrorspace, I wouldn’t make it so obvious. Give me some credit.”

He glanced to Katya and nodded appreciatively. “The problem is, Mirrorspace is big, and we don’t have enough Senshi in our Court to keep everything under control easily. There’s a lot we don’t know about it. Ares sort of got us involved in this thing and then left before she had to take responsibility for what she unleashed. I’m not going to lie, Mirrorspace is dangerous. And we don’t have the best control over it. But then, it would be like you trying to contain Metallia I figure. Only, you at least know who she is and what she’s doing here. Mirrorspace,” he shrugged again and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“We’re doing what we can to figure things out. We’re piecing things together, slowly. We got stuck too,” he confessed, but he wasn’t happy to admit it. “Me, and a chunk of the Court. We wound up somewhere I’ve never been before. Mirrorspace is mostly just white walls and mazes. You know, speckled with mirrors. But nothing really…structured. But we got stuck in a place. A castle. With tangible things—not just something we summoned into existence.”

He exhaled, as if just speaking about this was exhausting. “I don’t know if we can get back, or if we should even want to. It probably wouldn’t be safe. But I know that we didn’t pull anyone into the mirror—something else did. And we’ve contained it, but.” Jett shook his head. “We’ll need all the Dark Mirror Senshi we can get to keep that up. We’re too small to take on something as big as Mirrorspace. If we had more time, more people to dedicate to the task, I know we could get it under control. Solve all the mysteries. I mean, you two are welcome to come with me sometime, I’ll show you what I can, but I don’t know how safe it is, even now. It’s manageable again, at least.”

Jett raised a brow when Alex put his hand on his shoulder; he seemed almost amused. “Alex,” he said somewhat pointedly, though the smile was obvious on his face. “You do know I regularly visit space with these Senshi and Knights, don’t you? I was up there, on the Surrounding, before I even awakened in the Court. I like space. I’ll take as many trips as I can, with whoever will offer them to me.”

But they weren’t hear to talk about his space travels.

“We can take a trip to Mirrorspace sometime, but when it comes to actually training—actual physical combat—we’ll have to see. We’ve got a lot of girls in the group, so they’re a little picky about their fighting style. You know me, I used to box. I’ve got the muscle to back up my punches. Not that the ones I’ve trained can’t pack a punch, but everyone’s got their own style. We’ll have to see who wants to pick up what. But I appreciate the offer.”

Closer to civilization, he recognized that it wasn’t as safe to talk about powered lives, so he just flashed a grin to Alex. “Don’t worry about buying for anyone but me. I’ll be honest, I’m the only guy that’s allowed to buy my wife dinner so I can’t break my principle and let you pay.” He wasn’t going to argue over a bill though; instead, he offered, “If you’re paying this time, you know I’m paying next time.”