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Corrupt Sailor Albite Senshi of Retribution
Settin' Tent - Fetchin Team

The second he'd heard through that the teams were coming down he'd followed the others off to the cute pack youma. Started in on setting up tents around for others, wherever he could offer help before waving off and giving the most attention to his own lodgings. He wanted himself and his team comfortable - whoever he could fit into the four person tent - and he'd find a way to make room for more if necessary.

Getting it up at least was an easy enough thing to accomplish. Poles in holes, stakes in the ground, a good way to work off excess energy - the anxiety of not knowing who was where yet, or how bad the others'd had it - He zipped two pairs of sleeping bags together - one went across the bottom of the tent floor for padding, because the ground was s**t for sleeping on. He could feel every little pebble and dip, which really wouldn't do, so he added the extra padding himself. The other zipped together pair went over like a top cover quilt. It was temperate enough, they could sleep on top of all of it if needed, dog piles and close quarters. Better to be comfortable and packed in as a group then outside and alone. No need to shove each person into a sleeping bag when there was no real weather to protect against; better even to be able to get up without struggling out of a little bedroll cocoon.

The lack of a fire was sad - Albite left the lowly little kerosene lantern set just outside the entrance, leaned his pack up against the tent door flap to hold it open. It made it easier to pretend that it was an actual camping trip, instead of something dire; while he dusted himself off and got looking.

Nembus was the easiest to spot - even with her waterfall length hair cut into a short little pond, he'd know that outfit anywhere. He coulda crowed, felt all sorts of pride at seeing her chatting it up with some blond. Making friends. Alive. Ruffled looking, but alive.

So glad was he to see her that he didn't announce himself, didn't wait a moment longer, simply stalked up on the pair without a second thought and snatched Nembus and her blond friend into a hug - was half tempted to toss her over his shoulder and drag her back to camp with him in tow even. "Bossette! You're good? You're okay - is he good? Are you good man?" questions rapid fire, worry and joy comingled; reflected in the grin on his face.

He wanted to know what'd happened, where Faustite was - the whole spiel. Most importantly? He wanted them all fed and tucked away safely. All sorts of ******** certain about what tomorrow was going to look like without having any of the details.

General Benitoite

He really wasn't surprised someone had noticed his issue, there was almost no way to hide what he was doing, but he did startle a bit when someone called for his attention. Grayish blue eyes turned onto the person and held there, staring for several long moments. Finally he did nod his head. "You can call me Benitoite, and help would be most appreciated. I am, sadly, not well aquainted with tents nor camping."

Nor would he ever get familiar with camping or tent building, he was not interested in camping for reasons only those familiar with him would know. He secretly dreaded the day anyone in the Negaverse, aside from Mason, found out about his fear of spiders.

"What should I call you Lieutenant?" This was an officer he didn't know, and should get to know without a doubt.

General Benitoite

"At least I'm in good company then, someone else who is clueless about camping." Though he was certain others here had never been camping, for various reasons. He did hope however to make Roselite feel better, he seemed a bit shy and perhaps uncertain of himself? He wasn't certain but the other seemed just...soft spoken and overly polite, not things he was used to amongst his fellow officers.

"Ah, something I should have done myself. I hadn't thought about it though." Nodding his head he smiled at the blond. "A very good idea though, and thinking a head to a skill you might need - and learning said skill." He would, if he could, praise the other for now in the hopes of helping him. He seemed like the sort who might need it. Not to mention it was good that the other had thought tent building might be a needed skill and he'd learned it, he wasn't lying.

Laughing he shook his head and set a gloved hand on the others shoulder. "You don't need to worry so much. I don't think you were calling me an idiot and if you were I'd hope I'd have earned it, and I'm sure if someone like you called me one I'd have earned it." Oh yes, this one needed a confidence boost. He was worried he might have offended him....oh dear.

"You're job is not just to assist but to learn and grow, something even Generals still do. And outside of this uniform - I'm a normal twenty something year old male. I have a normal job, I am going back to college...again. I have a normal life - nothing special. You'd likely not notice me if we crossed paths." Shrugging his shoulders a bit.

"You should calm down. I won't bite your head off, trust me. I'm not some big bad wolf."

[Super Sailor Nembus]

Should be fine, he said, which didn't sound certain, but then again, perhaps Nembus was the only person who was so intensely uncertain about everything. She decided to take him at his word and let it go--high activity strain or something, right--and returned his comment with a wry, "The higher up you get in the Negaverse, the more activity you'll get used to. Unless," she paused, "are you an Infiltration officer?"

She didn't know why that interested her, really. She wasn't in Infiltration anymore. Being under General Faustite implied she was an Information officer now, and honestly, it was probably a better fit for her anyway--

Nembus' lips quirked at his knowledge of tying knots. "Well, more than me--"

She didn't get a chance to say anything further before she found herself quite handily hauled quite nearly off the ground by her taller and much broader underling of a sort. Bossette. Metallia, she was never going to get used to that. When would Albite level up so she didn't have to deal with having underlings anymore? Faustite didn't seem inclined to have that many people on his team, so in theory if Albite leveled up, she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore--

"Uh. Okay as I can be, I guess," which wasn't to say great, but she was at the very least not down a hole or youma food. "Our area was full of youma. A general--not ours--pulled out a starseed. I think you can figure out the rest..."

She glanced toward Ransomite.

Hopefully, he didn't mind being hugged randomly by strange muscular men.

"Ah, Ransomite, meet Albite. Albite, this is Ransomite."

Lt Thorite

Thorite separated from everyone on the tracking team as soon as the entire team converged together, looking for a good spot to set up his tent. Roughing it wouldn't be so bad out here; at least he even had a tent. Most of the time he'd lived on the streets, he hadn't had access to one. He'd never really gone to any of the homeless encampments or anything, preferring by and large to just stay away from people. He'd probably have to go back and meet up with them again, though. Likely with Lionel, Haymitch, and Chalcanthite, since that's who he'd been with the most, but he wasn't sure. Maybe Ilse, too, since she still had his shoes. But he'd worry about that after he had some time to breathe.

Then he spotted Albite, hugging a couple of people and having a conversation with them, and before he could even think another thought, he'd rushed up and flung his arms around Albite, kissing him excitedly.

"I'm so glad you're alive!" he said loudly, blushing furiously as he realized what he'd just done, then burying his face in Albite's neck.

Corrupt Sailor Taenite

“Need help?” Taenite offered with a grin as he approached a frosty looking senshi who seemed to be having some trouble with the camping equipment. “Taenite, at your service,” he said with a dramatic sweep of his arm to imitate a bow.

“You’d think they’d put all Negaverse agents through a bootcamp. But maybe that’s just a waste of resources if they’re just going to let us sacrifice ourselves to the Rift,” he shrugged and without bothering to wait for a reply he dug through the heap of what was the other senshi’s pile of tent.

“What do you think so far? You’ve been down here this whole time, haven’t you? Probably better than having to climb those cliffs, up or down,” he let out a sigh, and then picked up the poles that stuck into the edges of the tent. “Here, these are for the frame.”

Lieutenant Reidite

Reidite shrugged when Cymophane told him he could take a break, and stopped what he was doing so he could take a break. He needed to have the quills pulls out of his shoulder anyway, and if Cymophane was going to offer, then of course he would listen.

“In Russia we would kill bear and sleep inside its carcass while still warm,” he said loudly, a bit irritably. Because he was still not convinced that everyone in the Negaverse either thought he was absolutely serious or decided to ignore him. He had to amuse himself somehow, and this was the best way he could think of. Especially when he was getting annoyed by how many people didn’t know how to put ‘pole A into slot B’ as shown in the very detailed instruction book that came with each tent. How was it so hard? It wasn’t as though they were trying to create a shelter out of nothing!

“You’re lucky you didn’t get hurt more than you did,” he frowned down at Cymophane as he approached closer, no longer bothering with the accent when he was close enough for only Cymophane to hear him. “This was just an accident. The damn thing that hit me was too enthusiastic, I think,” he grumbled, taking a look at his arm and trying to decide how he wanted to deal with the quills. Take off the jacket? Leave on the jacket? He would let Cymophane figure that out.