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While Nissonite still struggled to adjust to his day to day life as Otto Moor, the powered side of things just seemed...easier somehow. Sort of like stepping into shoes he'd already broken in. Which he supposed sort of made sense, considering he'd been a squire, but did it still work if he had no memories of that?

Maybe it was all on a subconscious level. Like there were bits and pieces that still clung to his hind-brain. He didn't know. Regardless, when he wore the dark blue and black of his uniform it felt familiar, comfortable.

Teleporting had been an exciting discovery, and appearing in the castle within the rift for the first tie had been thrilling. Like nothing he'd ever seen before, or could even have dreamed of. Beautiful and terrifying all in one. He liked it, and when the order came in for him to appear there for training he was more than happy to comply. Even if he didn't know the senshi he was supposed to be meeting, or where...exactly the training room was.

It'd taken a little exploration to locate it, and a little time, but he came wandering in a few minutes past the designated meeting time with an apology and a self deprecating smile. "Got a little turned around in the halls. I guess I'm still not used to the place."

Citrine, as it turned out, was a pretty senshi with acid green hair. Toned, on the taller side, with a number of piercings that he could see.

Well that was a look, and rather instantly shifted the mood in the captain from apologetic to confident, and he grinned back at her, chin lifting. "Well, consider it the last time I keep you waiting then, sweetheart."

His gaze dropped to the sway of her hips as she sashayed closer, and only lifted again to meet bright eyes when she stopped, easily in reach, and it would have been more natural feeling to reach out to pull her closer rather than letting his arms linger down at his sides.

"You could say that." Actually, Niss thought he needed more than a little help, but there was only so much assistance his fellow agents could offer him. They couldn't fix the tangled mess of his mind to bring back what experience he'd gained fighting as a knight. Hopefully jumping into some spars would help to bring something back.

If not, it'd at least provide some new experience, and couldn't hurt.

His head lifted easily at the soft press of her fingers against his chin, and his grin widened at the purr in her voice. "Duly noted, sweetheart." It would be, too. Filed away in the back of his fractured brain for later.

She stepped back, hand falling away, and he let his head lower again, tipping to one side as he rather openly watched the way she walked. She was attractive, they were apparently co-workers, so it was certainly worth staying on her good side.

"Boss man is right." He stepped back as well, fingers flexing. "I Don't know how much he filled you in on, but apparently I was a squire when he brought me over." He lifted his right arm so she could see the little blue bauble hanging from one wrist. For some reason it hadn't changed when he'd changed, but he wasn't sure why. "I can't remember any of that though, so whatever experience I had with holding my own in a fight is just gone."

There were a few tussles he could recall from his life as Axton. Situations in college bars that'd gotten a little bit out of hand, but that really wasn't the same.

"Weapon or no weapon, sweetheart?" This was training, but he wasn't sure hwo serious she wanted to get with it.

"Well no way to compare now, but I'm certainly not complaining." Maybe his memories were still fragmented, brain a little fuzzy at times. Maybe he still hadn't quite gotten his feet under him again even with getting settled into his apartment and routine of a new job. What he did have was one hell of a support system between Dessy and Rory, and even Chase.

Things were falling into place, slowly but surely. He just had to continue being patient and flexible.

His pretty new friend didn't seem to be wasting much time before getting down to the nitty gritty of why they were here. He saw, more than heard her calling her magic, and as acid green hands were thrust towards him he put an arm up automatically to keep her from touch his face. Which wasn't a mistake, but instead her hands closed around his bare arm. "s**t."

The burn was immediate and deep, and Nissonite jerked back and away from her, summoning the ice flail as he grit his teeth around a hissing breath. "Gentle gentle, sweetheart." The chain clinked in his hands as he hoisted the heavy ball up and started it swinging. "You gotta ease into the rough stuff." With a half turn he brought the ball around at a wide arch, flying through the air towards her torso.

The burning was insistent and deep, and Nissonite grit his teeth around that pain, waiting for it to fade because like all senshi magic, it always faded. He might not remember anything from being a knight, but two people he was closest to now were both senshi who wanted desperately to keep him safe.

What he wanted, why he was here now, was to get strong enough to keep them safe.

"If you wanna play with burns, why not hot wax, sweetheart?" He rumbled back, hands tightening on the chain as she grabbed it and tugged.

It was cold to the touch, and the closer to the heavy weight on the end the colder, condensation making it slick. He jerked on it, trying to pull it back out of her grasp, and if not that, than pull her closer to him so he could make a grab for her arm. "And who says you'll be the one doing the biting?"

Pale brows bounced at her counter offer, teeth flashing in a lecherous grin as the icy ball slipped from her fingers to bang loudly against the floor, a little piece of it breaking off and skidding along polished stone.

Then back to banter again, the senshi licking her lips and making painfully promising offers. Moving closer again, but not rushing. Nissonite brought his chain up, holding it between them like a shield as she smiled back at her.

"No, I couldn't." He chuckled, feet shifting into a more balanced stance as he watched her, waiting for her to make her next move. "I'd be lying if I did."

Biting was fun. A lot of things were fun, and Otto was usually up for all of them.

Small hands on his chain again pushing forward as the senshi leaned against it, and Nissonite grinned back at her teasing banter before the bright green of her hands caught his eye.

He tried to brace for it, but instead of shoving forward she pushed down, and it gave her the leverage she needed to get herself far enough over it to grab his arm, and then his chin. "s**t." This was going to hurt. He jerked back just as the burning started, and rubbed his sleeve against his face as if that could wipe away the magic.

This time it didn't seem so bad, either a milder magic, or better prepared. Regardless, he powered through, pushing back against her torso to try to force her back across the floor and right up against the fall. Aiming to trap both her arms down at her sides. "Sweetheart, if you want someone to nibble on you, all you have to do is ask."