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"And why is that a pity?"

There was a shadow of laughter in the question as Ptolemy stepped out from under the cover of a cluster of park trees. His hood concealed most of his face, but a Cheshire Cat grin remained visible. "What were you planning to do with them?"

The Dark Mirror Senshi hadn't been out in a while due to time spent working and attending Sovereign Heights so he hadn't had much of an opportunity to meet many new people, either. It was always a joy to discover a new face and about the mind behind it, but it was a special thrill to meet new powered beings. They could almost never seem to ignore those with energy signatures different to from their own, so the tension made situations unpredictable and fun.

That night, Ptolemaeus was especially intrigued by what he had overheard the stranger remark. It was one thing to look for or even start a fight in order to release pent-up rage. But it took a certain kind of person to be at the most basic level of a powered being and still crave combat. Curious as to what the fellow might have done when faced with a super of a chaotic faction, the Dark Mirror Senshi had decided to make himself known.

"I'm not exactly a Negaverse officer, but it seems I've wandered your way just the same."

The yelp he elicited from the knight almost evoked a laugh in return, but Ptolemy managed to restrain it behind the teeth of his broad grin. Pleased that the stranger hadn't, as of yet, attempted a physical attack, he continued his steady, casual approach.

"The nosiest," he agreed, dark eyes twinkling in amusement under his hood. "That seems a bit drastic, don't you think? What if they just wanted to admire those splendid muscles?"

The Senshi of Change didn't halt until he was a mere few inches from his conversation partner, noting with interest that they appeared to be of approximately the same height. It was then that, without bothering to ask permission, he put out a brazen hand to sweep along the front of the page's chest.

"Dark Mirror Senshi. Ptolemaeus; Ptolemy for short. Senshi of Change." At this, he gave a sweeping bow before glancing up again. "And you, sweetheart?"

The other man's laughter seemed tainted by cynicism and Ptolemy wondered just what experiences with his opposing faction had sculpted the page's hardened opinion of them.

"Beg your pardon," he said, putting up his palms in a placating manner once his hand was deflected. His grin had not faltered, however. If anything, it grew. "Can't seem to keep my hands to myself. Bad habit of mine. Don't even realize I'm doing it."

He was mildly taken aback by the blonde's glee and laughed in spite of himself. It was like a kid who had derived joy from the simple pleasure of having won a guessing game. "Congratulations. Not many, even among the higher ranks of the White Moon Court, can spot us and know what or who we are. It's a pleasure to meet you, Xibalba." Another chuckle bubbled out of him. "If a single nickname is enough to imagine me as a lonely granny, you go right ahead. But then what does that make you, seizing up grannies?"

When he'd been circled, Ptolemy hadn't moved except to follow Xibalba with his gaze. He thought he knew when he was being appraised, and while he appreciated the compliment, being stared at was one of his pet peeves. His smile took on a wicked edge as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm curious, princess," the senshi began, tearing his dark eyes away from exposed brawn to studiously examine his silver nails. "I don't know what you know of my court, but some of your faction would say we have enough in common with the Negaverse to be considered your enemies. Like I said before - I know I may not be exactly what you were looking for, but how about we pretend for a bit, hm?"

His smile was syrup-sweet when he peered up from beneath his hood again. "When I happened upon you, I was under the impression that you wanted to take your anger out on someone. Why don't you show me what you've got?" Ptolemaeus winked. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."