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Eternal Caliban

Caliban rubbed a hand over the side of his face. He really didn't want to be having this type of immature conversation right now, even if the headache was starting to go away. "Then what was the point of asking in the first place?" He muttered to himself. He didn't care if the other answered his question.

He sighed. This was not a good first meeting. Though the Boyscout's outfit really didn't help with it. He only nodded his head at the other's comment about being around for a while. "Caliban. Haven't seen you either, but I can't say that I see a Senshi a whole lot anyway." He thought about it for a moment. "Seems we're usually too scattered anyway, even if we all have phones that we could talk to each other with." Not that he was one to talk. He did have about a year and a halfs worth of a hiatus. Not something he was proud of, but the ever-present feeling of evil was still on his Homeworld and he had been wanting to avoid it for as long as possible. He still hadn't been able to go back yet. And if he did he would be killed anyway. So the only way to go back and survive was to see if he could get the help of any others.

If they wanted to see the Princess they could. He didn't really see the point, but then again he wasn't really a people person. "Yeah, I think it's safe to say that the Negaverse is letting up on this little plan of theirs."





General Arsenopyrite

Ah, so that's what it was then. She didn't appear to really get the gravity of the situation which meant that he probably wouldn't have to use his weapon, but he still needed to make sure she didn't hit him. She was still holding that broom after all.

He put up a hand waving it in front of him as a way to show that she didn't need to worry about him. "It's the type of education I'm getting that isn't allowing me to sleep that much. But hopefully it should all be worth it." He didn't want to say what type it was. Even if she appeared to be ignorant, she could still be trying to gather information from him. "And also yes, yesterday, I already spend most of my time studying, and she's on the other side of the country so that makes it a bit hard to do and yes, I think that would be a good idea, I can have them ordered and delivered online." He said. It was all true and it was still vague.

He wasn't really bothered. After all, the point of this was to distract the Princess, not so he could go around roughing up Pages who were his grandparents age. The broom was still a problem though.





Lieutenant Eveite

She made sure to exit out of everything and make sure there was no trace of her computer being in there. Unfortunately for them, they didn't have any security in place to stop spoofing. Too bad, then they might actually realize their systems had been attacked. She gave a quick pet to Epsilon and talked into her communicator. "Eveite here, Scheelite, along with Epsilon. We'd appreciate an evac please." And she would have to get a splint for her leg at the very least. She wasn't sure how well her healing worked, but she doubted that it would heal a possibly broken leg within the next 24 hours.

Super Corrupt Miyamoto


She was like a trapped little mouse, and she knew it, he was on one side and two other corrupt senshi on the other. He answer to that was astonishingly stupid - and flawed. Watching the green haired corrupt leap after her, and unleash whatever magic they had on her, he felt his lips twitch up in a smile. Silly little senshi.

"Need any help with that one?" He asked, nodding to the senshi they'd both managed to attack magically. "I can't teleport everyone, you'll need someone to help with that, but we should bring her in. I'm sure someone will know what to do with her." Perhaps make her into one of them...or just yank her starseed - he didn't care either way really. A use would certainly be found for her.

"I still have some magic left to use on her if she decides to fight us." He also wasn't apposed to hitting her in the head hard enough to knock her out, he wasn't interested in some senshi putting up a fight - he didn't have the patients to deal with such nonsense. He wanted to get this done with, see her sent off to someone, and head back to his little place so he could sleep...or draw - likely draw.

Corrupt Sailor Cymophane

Cymophane stopped with the page’s starseed in hand as Kamacite’s voice came through the communicator.

Should he feel proud? Because he felt proud. Was that patronizing? Probably not, so long as he didn’t make a big deal about it to Kamacite, right? Like this, Kamacite didn’t sound all that nervous or shy; he always seemed more confident when they were powered up than when they were their normal selves.

If he could get Yuuri sounding like that without the magic and the flowing robes, Misha would count it as a success.

“I haven’t seen him,” Cymophane responded. “I’ll have to look around.”

Which would probably take time since he couldn’t teleport, and if they were supposed to be evacuating…

“On second thought… hey, Jet!”

But he was facing down a Squire (Pendour) and an Eternal Senshi (Takamizawa). Cymophane let out a huffy breath that shifted the bangs over his forehead.

“Sorry to interrupt, but someone needs to look for Faustite and it would probably take me forever! You’ll know him when you see him if you don’t know him already. It’s kind of hard to miss all the fire.” And speaking of fire… “Taenite and I can handle these two while we wait for evac.” Cymophane offered another one of his cheerful smiles.

General Jet

Jet sneered at the voice of the Squire. Ah yes, this girl. The one who thought she was better than everyone because she didn’t like hurting others and whatnot. The same old song sung by so many White Moon, and yet they all turned to violence eventually. Or they gave up. Or were brought into the Negaverse where they were more useful. If all else failed, they could be tossed into the Rift for the youma.

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” he asked cooly, his hand clenching around the starseed even as she reached out to grab for his arm. “Stop it, or else what?” he asked, his lips twisting into something of a grin. With his other hand, he quickly reached out to press against her chest, into her chest, his hand knowing exactly where to find the starseed and squeezed.

“Ah ah ah,” he said to the fast approaching Eternal Senshi. “Make the wrong move and your girlfriend will never wake up again.”

Really, he would much rather take the Senshi’s starseed, but since the Squire was so kind to come right up to him…

Ah, but Cymophane had more important matters for his attention.

Jet’s eyes narrowed at the revelation that Faustite was apparently unaccounted for. He thought the name was familiar, but there wasn’t much fire that he could recall. He assumed the strangely fluctuating aura in the building might be the missing General, but he would have to check.

I need you back here to take these two back to Negaspace. Cymophane and Taenite, Jet thought to Aquamarine. He knew his partner wouldn’t like it, but he knew he would listen.

“Lucky for you,” Jet said to Pendour, leaning close to whisper into her ear. “You’re not worth my time. Make sure your kind knows to stay out of the Negaverse’s way,” he said as he gave her starseed one more painful squeeze and then removed his hand. He pulled his other arm away from hers so he could step back and teleport.

And it seemed like it was a good thing that Cymophane wasn’t the one going around looking for Faustite, because he wouldn’t want anyone else stuck in the building when it was going up in flames. He covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve but coughed anyway. The sprinklers were raining down on the continuing flames, and the alarms were deafening further into the building. He could barely see through the smoke, but after a minute or so of searching through the debris he found the crumpled form of what must have been General Faustite. Unable to determine any injuries at the moment, Jet reached out to try and shake him. He could feel his aura, so he wasn’t dead, but he wasn’t in good shape.

“Found him,” Jet said into the communicator to Cymophane, coughing again as he tried not to inhale the smoke.

“Are you conscious?” he asked, not wanting to lift him without permission unless he had no choice.

General Faustite

He heard Puck's voice, but agony made its home in his head, and it rinsed away all meaning to his words. The fire alarms screeched their rigid song as his ire was put out, the cubicles left charred and smoking. Still he did not move. The break in the sprinkler heads' assault was painful when Puck stepped over him. He couldn't decide if he wanted to clutch his head or his chest.

The headache of Puck's signature retreated, leaving Faustite with the hundred thousand splinters of glass impaling his brain. His body fractured — shoulders broken in half, collapsing like a brittle vase into his chest cavity, while that collapsed into the bitter cradle of his mangled ribs. His starseed was dust.

He was sure of it.

Another voice, its aura nearly a balm were it not another exacerbation of the skull-splitting migraine that besieged him. Risking another stab through the retina, Faustite chanced an eye open, saw his body hale in its periphery, and saw the bleary image of an unfamiliar General.

Teeth grit and vocal cords so taut they might snap, he muttered, "it's broken." He was sure of it. His bloodied hand, the bitten hand, clawed against his sternum. He could pull it out, he knew. The thought promised relief. Wrench free the broken parts and suffer no longer. He was sure of it.

His hand sank in. He was sure of it. His chest was a glissando flutter of hyperventilation.

He could not speak, but his eyes said all that he needed: help.

Princess Ganymede

With the youma dealt with, Ganymede gave her full (but occasionally divided) attention back to Benitoite, trying to ignore the itching, burning patches on her arms and legs. She watched Benitoite, listening, her expression serene, undaunted by his words. She did not fear him as much as she would have feared a General as a younger Senshi. Over the years, she’d grown better at containing her emotions, too. Perhaps the memories helped — all those visions of another life, and the person her starseed once belonged to. Combined with her current life, they offered invaluable experience, the likes of which a mere General could not boast.

“You should treat your allies better,” Ganymede warned him, riled by his treatment of Cybele, by his threats toward her, but disguising it beneath an even temper. “You wouldn’t want them to turn on you. If your downfall doesn’t come from one of us, it’ll come from one of your own.”

The Negaverse surely thought they had the upper hand with their ranks and their procedures and their punishments, and perhaps they did under circumstances that required those things, but they should be careful not to creep too close to tyranny if they didn’t want open rebellion among those ranks.

Someone might lose their head.

“Run along now, General. You have your orders,” Ganymede said. Then, “Cybele...”

She did not turn toward her. Ganymede kept her eyes on Benitoite while speaking to the Corrupt Senshi, unwilling to ignore the danger he posed until it was gone.

“It’s alright, Cybele. The fighting is over. You can go, and do what you must. Don’t give Benitoite a reason to harm you. He doesn’t care for your well-being.”

I do, she wanted to say, but she didn’t dare give Benitoite more of a reason to turn on Cybele. She hoped she’d already gotten that sentiment across before, that Cybele would know it was true even without the words passing between them.

“Remember the invasion,” she said, but with her eyes trained on Benitoite, it was unclear if the words were meant for him (a threat), or for Cybele (a promise). “Remember what I’m capable of.”

General Benitoite


"I do treat them better - I invite my allies to supper and into my home. This one however seems to waver....not the ally I want when on a battle field. They need to be loyal." Something Cybele didn't seem to be at the moment. As no one had called for hia teention, surely a good thing, he kept his focus on the princess as well as the corrupt senshi in question.

"If she turns on us it isn'tbecauseof this. You see her - you are not blind. I don't think you so stupid as to not read things the same way I do." That Cybele was likely to turn anyway, without him having to say a word. She had been showing those signs even before he'd opened his mouth. He wasn't needed here to turn the tides with Cybele - she wasn't cut out for the Negaverse as far as he could tell, and he was sure those here saw it as well.

"You." Turning his focus onto Cybele. "Need to make your choice, then watch your back once you've made it." Because he kenw she'd return to the other side. He would find her in a battle and he would deal with her. That said, his point made, he did head for Arseno. "Come, lets go. No more playing with the little page."

Squire Pendour

She probably should have expected it.

He was a General who she knew had better reflexes than her, who she knew was out for her blood.

Still, she couldn't just see a life in danger and not try to do something.

She froze as soon as his hand entered her chest, staring. Pendour was no stranger to magic, or violence, or pain, but despite her broken body, her soul had stayed untouched all this time. Something twisted deep in her mind before the pain even hit.

Then he squeezed, and it felt like her entire being was going to fracture into a million pieces.

She whimpered and bit the inside of her cheeks to keep from screaming, thinking of Kami on her heels, not wanting him to fall into the same trap trying to save her. Then the General was whispering something to her, but in the moment she could barely process what it was. She just bit deeper when he squeezed again, blood pooling in her mouth and tears pricking her eyes.

Then he was gone, and Kami was there to catch her as she swayed.

Her chest ached, and her mind spun, but the corrupts were still there. The situation was still desperate.

Retreat, he'd said. She just had to buy some time, then.

Her hands trembled, but she summoned her ocarina and put it to her lips.