Welcome to Gaia! ::

Mier was as excited as he was honored. He lived for meeting new members agency, like a one man welcoming committee. Especially when it felt like a chance to make new friends; to have one more line of connection running between himself and Raks ever growing team. A little web to network and weave tightly into a whole tapestry of doings.

He preened about it. What kind of an impression he’d make, how he’d go about doing it?

He decided to arrive to the assigned meeting space as himself. Like a *surprise*.

Human, simply dressed in clothing warm enough to keep off the brisk cold without being over-bundled; bright and obvious colors. On his lips, his cheeks, his nails which he’d just gotten done. There was something about having them a specific shade of pink with holographic glitter that just thrilled him to the core.

A lovely new pair of earrings, courtesy of his General. He took the mans lesson to heart. Kept his wearable inventory in him most of the time - no matter which guise he wore. He loved the way they hung - thought of fun new ways to use them with this one - Titiano - or maybe just wodginite?. The name he’d been given ran on, a multisyllabic thing. He preferred nicknames over titles when he could get away with it. When Racks correctness didn’t linger like a teachers ruler by degrees.

Together they’d come up with something.

He wasn’t sure how much good he’d be for training. Only that if nothing else? He had experienced a few fundamental things: team based tactics, getting his a** handed in by Ice Senshi, and fighting ********, honest to gods, *aliens*.

Maybe that was enough - he could lay out all the ‘dont’s’ ever so smoothly.

That was what Mier was thinking, as he waded into knee high tall grass, drug his gloves fingers over straggly dead strands of gold, where they weren’t smothered by cold entirely though the open field. Spied a figure not far off — towering thing in greens and blacks. *Handsome*.

“Are you looking for someone, sir?” he hoped he hadn’t startled him much; looking all the world like some lost, forlorn kid. Interested and innocent all bundled into one.

If his smile gave the illusion of that away — *well* -- he couldn’t help that he wanted to have some fun.

“That’s a shame — I think I’d like to be him. Whoever your waiting for.”

A soft frown that pursed his lips, how that became a rolling little shrug. He radiated disappointment for being told to go - even as he closed the got closer in. Enough to see, had to crane his neck up, up, into the heavens; for how tall Titian was.

Amazing.

“You’re very right though,” As right as he was kind, there was something about that Mier appreciated, even as he closed the gap and put himself right in Titian’s space. Close enough to better admire — to reach out and nearly touch — a golden-brass button, the bloodred sash. “and maybe if I were either of those things? I’d be worried about the time —“ and Mier danced away a step, two, and pulled on power like taking a deep breath before a high dive.

“I am not though. What I am, to you? Is Lieutenant Diasporite - Dia for short. You’re on Raks team - and so there’ll be no secrets between us…well, maybe a few? But our civilian lives - our identities - certainly don’t need to be one of them. You never know when someone could need help getting home, right, Titan?”

All the flourish that lingered, as he tucked his hands behind his back and circled Titan. Watched him with narrow admiring eyes.

“First rule - your enemies, your allies, they can take many forms. Senshi, agents, youma, or otherwise. That includes outright, honest to goodness *aliens*. We’re going to work on recognizing those things — and I? Am going to help you with your quota.”

He imagined that even if they stripped Titan down and poured him into civilian clothes — ******** — he’d still be a sight to see. Far to obvious to be scalping energy alone, maybe in mass crowds, at parties? But since he had to touch to get anything worthwhile from anyone — yes, Dia would make sure he had some help.

"It's Dia - not M---" and all the cocksure bravado layered on top of a '********' grin. His preening for being in his element and having a one up, for once? A small stepping stool of power to give himself a bit of height to stand on? It fell like steel dominos in a stack. Dia paled, swallowed - heard the rest of the words tumble from Titan's warm mouth -- thought of that *laugh*.

"I'm sorry - just - once again - who are you?" the tone skittered on being defensive, but mostly? Fell in the dead center of 'surprise'. "Not your -- this -- who are you really?!" neatly clipped little growl, a kittens demands, a hackle raised as he turned on glinting golden heels in the dirt and sized Titanowodginite up -- and up --- and ******** him but this man was tall beyond reason and measure.

He couldn't complain for looks, but he could complain for not knowing who he was speaking to. "Did - did our General tell you my information before hand?" Not that Mier would've minded, Rak was intelligent, always. Could've done as he'd pleased, but he would've liked to have known, ah, no - he wanted to introduce himself. Have a grand good time with it, and now? He felt very much like he was on the backfoot. Staring up a giant with new questions he hadn't thought to ask firsthand.

*Kitten* — ooh, oh ********. Dia swallowed, felt the rumble of those words in his soul, and that *smile* - Gils knowing smirk that sent his heart scattering like shot-put; a rabbit on speed.

How many *men* - seven foot or otherwise - Mier didn’t know *any others at all*.

The blush that scoured his cheeks burned a brighter pink than his eyes, than the ends of his braid. The blush for Gil because - *damn* - it was unfair that he got to look good in everything. Devastating even, because now he’s be distracted and he wanted to touch and coo and faint all at once; he could see it! Gil juxtaposed over every line, especially when he laughed, the way he cocked his hip and showed off just how *him* he was.

“So—-“ cleared his throat and shook his head because that wasn’t it at all and “,but I lied. I’m — the surprise doesn’t matter because I lied to you and now —- now you won’t want anything to do with me…” the wince as he tried to look anywhere other than the towering frame, the wrapping reds and greens.

“Because…I—I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. I promised! And that was a lie, too..” Diasporite sighed over the mess he’d made, threaded his braid though his fingers, agitated at himself for it all coming to this. He should’ve told Gill long ago — “…I’d understand if you wanted someone else to train you?”

Someone who wasn’t a liar - even if he wanted very badly too - but no, Gil had the right to tell him off - Titan did, too.

*But he'd lied!?*

Even if it was of omission, without intent of cruelty like before; but Gil was forgiving him. Understanding and hot touch of leather clad fingers that felt warm beneath the chill of the night air. Dia flinched for the kiss, blushed to the roots of his hair - because *kiss* - reminiscent of - so gentle soft and caring that he could've cried as easily as he could've burst into flames on the spot.

It felt like forgiveness.

He wasn't the sort of person who was going to throw that away, not twice. "You promise -- you swear?" whisper soft, and Dia snorted for his own unease, wrangled something like a smile into place even as he nuzzled the hands that held his head higher - met gills eyes.

"I want a hug first. My lessons are very costly you know -- and team bonding is an important thing to consider!" he laughed and reached - knew the hug would make it feel right. As right as the image of riding into battle on Titans shoulders; bright little dreams of possibilities, shared comradery, no longer having to *hide*. Not anything. He didn't have to hide anything from Gil who could see through him like he was transfer paper under a light.

How he knew to make him feel good - right - better -

Oh, he was going to teach him things alright.

“It’s all you have to pay for now.” A breathless little laugh squeezed free, Dia settled easily into being held.

It was startlingly nice - the simple forgiveness without the tension wire of worry attached. No longer needing to guess at what reaction his inevitable exposure for being said lie would bring. Titan got it - no - Gil got it and was kind word and soft gestures. Left him to nuzzle soft dark leather, while braking cheshire bright for the tickle of it across his face.

“Though I might charge you more for being cheeky…” a snorted tease, and Dia didn’t bother to scrub the pleased warmth from his face or tamper his smile. He beamed at Gil, tucked his hands behind his ruffles, and hummed.

“Heh, alright though, trick number one? Energy gathering…“ and Dia popped a gum ball sized bit of light into the palm of his hand. It was his own, robins egg blue, he made it grow..would be the example himself to start before they worked the public over.

Gil seemed like the kind of dog that regardless of age? Wouldn’t have issues with a fight — with mastering the basics— had the size and spirit for things surely. Had the energy, Mier knew. With the way he worked so hard.

Oh — the happiness for that? To have Gil in their side of things. He could think of nothing better.