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General Faustite
HP: 75/100
Magic uses: 0/2 (offensive); 0/3 (enhancement)

Just as soon as he had finished his retort to Galvorn, the youma ex-General had rounded on him with another weapon. He broke away from Heliodor just long enough to duck it, though his shoulder groaned at the movement. His vision whited out for the pain of it, then returned to him in an instant.

And there was Tama, sitting in the way, staring up at him with those accusatory little orbs in his head. Faustite could've kicked him — punted him straight into the elevator like the furry football he was.

"You haven't lived my experiences, Cat," Faustite seethed at Tama. "Last time I defied a superior's orders, I was forced to eat cat vomit off the hood of a Chevy. Now's not the ******** time to argue. Better to keep our heads down for now." He knew Tama had been getting into something — he was one of the handful that went about inspecting the Pluto symbols that weren't immediately cordoning off some magic — but Faustite hadn't watched him hawkishly enough to know what had gotten into the Mauvian.

"Just ******** trust me for once. Move. Now. Heliodor, take him on your shoulder."

General Benitoite.

The pain seared through him, burning from his shoulder and consuming his arm and leaving him light headed. The spots and darkness tunneling his vision had him swaying where he sat on the ground. It was Arseno's voice, and the noises around him he focused on, those voices brought him back from the brink of passing out. He was hurting and throbbing and bleeding, he was a mess and he knew it. Mason was going to have his head when he got home, he knew it, but he might also be able to just fall asleep in the others arms at the end of it.

Breathing deep, and slow, in measure he pushed himself onto his feet despite his legs feeling weak and shaking. His vision spotted again and went out of focus, causing him to rach out and grab at Arseno for surrport. He wasn't going to be helped out and he certainly wasn't going to let anyone, even his own cousin, carry him out. As he saw more officers being attacked and the standdown order inforced, with their General King taking more abuse , he shook his head slowly and gathered himself. "Cuprite, Arseno - we're leaving." He would not risk his team in this room with this out of control youmafied General who semed to think they were knights in disguse. "Witherite, grab Miyamoto and follow us." He called out as he spotted the Captain in the middle of this mess. It took time, and a few sweeps of the room, but he was sure he'd taken into account everyone there.

"Arseno, grab that Corrupt who was on your team for this mission." He knew Arseno knew her, how he wasn't entierly certain, but he'd make sure they got out to safety. "I'll cover the back I want the senshi out first." He gave the orders to his cousin and Arseno, knowing they'd follow him. He was done playing sitting duck for an out of control youmafied General, he had not signed up for this nor had he asked his team to join him in this mess. At least he knew his team would be getting out before they took further injury, and woe be to anything which tried to get to them, he'd leave whatever came for them in pieces for it made it to his team. He would keep them safe.






[quote="Kaori_luv"Get your corrupt and lets go.

Super Corrupt Heliodor
HP: 75

Helio tskd at the warning Faustite gave him. It was as gentle of a reminder as could be given at the harsh reality his insubordination could result in. So, he leashed his tongue despite the many many other words that wanted lash out like a whip. The only thing that helped cool his own ire was the obvious displeasure in Faustite. This had been his mission after all.

“Hopefully we can piece together the information we got for something useful.”He said at the mention of it being a waste. Right now that’s exactly what it felt like. All of their time and effort was gone via the noble whims of an outranking General King.

If it hadn’t been for Faustite’s agreement to evacuate and grabbing his hand, Helio would have balked and stood his ground. As it was, he did as requested and followed the General without any more qualms.

Now, all they needed to do was get out of there safely. Unfortunately, only some of the youma seemed interested in listening to the agents scattered around the room. Things quickly turned into a chaotic mess as the youma refusing the heed orders slipped off to pester any senshi or agents they could.

With Faustite’s rugose pendant safely in his hand, Helio reached into subspace to pull out the one given to him at the beginning of the mission. Keeping Faustite’s, Helio scanned the room. “Fafnir!” He called to his brother who was one of the ones being targeted. He held up the pendant which dangled from his fingers for his brother to see before palming it and tossing it to him. Thankfully they weren’t too far from one another that he felt sure enough with the throw.

While he wasn’t being bothered by the youma, probably all thanks to his proximity to Faustite, Helio slipped the rugose pendant over his neck activating it. The form of a draconic youma slipped over his own. The familiar dark-red scaled form was as amusing as it had been the first time.

Tama also voiced his displeasure and Helio was surprised. He had thought the Mauvian would have bent to Jet’s commands immediately. Apparently, the promise of more information and history was too strong of a siren’s call for the mauvian to ignore. Unfortunately, now was not the time.

The cat vomit story was a new one that Helio hadn’t heard before. Eyes shot to Faustite, knowing damn well who had orchestrated that sort of punishment. Worst off, she didn’t even have the power that Jet had at his disposal. No. It was best to cut the losses now. “He’s right, Tama. Let’s go.” He knelt down to give the mauvian easier access to his shoulders. “Now is not the time or place to argue this.” Especially not with many of the youma doing as they pleased.

General Faustite
HP: 75/100
Magic uses: 0/2 (offensive); 0/3 (enhancement)

"Stop acting like this is forever," Faustite retorted to the unruly Mauvian. "You'll get your ******** Pluto signs to play with before you know it." The burning boy sighed, dragging his feet toward the elevator. He saw the youma that they hadn't yet reached start to paw at the ankles of the unguarded senshi or Lieutenants, but he hardly had the energy to tell his own overcooked meat body to keep moving under all this physical and mental duress.

"You're taking the piss if you think I'm not inensed about this, too. Whole thing has been a c**k-up." And he detested the idea of having to write about it later.

It was a technical success, but to end on such a sour note? He wouldn't be surprised if the Negaverse elected to demote him, or toss him back out to the Rift for another couple years of playing 'find the cache' in an endless wasteland of hostile death machines. At least he'd only have to look out for himself again.

"Heliodor," he looked back at the boy, then again as his brows scrunched — that form was always weird to observe. He let go for the moment, before he would start cooking the boy's hand. "You've my permission to throw him down the elevator shaft when we get to the top."

General Chambersite
HP: 100/100

In the few seconds that he had to look at the Youma, he managed to spot his boney companion among them and gestured for the darn creature to get down to him.

Roquefort was a bit hesitant, what with the chaos going around, but eventually acquiesced. He certainly wasn't going to listen to that crazy General! Not if he could help it!

He quickly made his way down, dodging the crazed attacks and made it over to "his" General, moving up to his shoulder. Chambersite had a small smirk on his face. "Good job." Then he moved in to whisper in the Youma's ear. "I want you to look for anything that might be valuable, information wise, to the Negaverse. Looks like we Agents aren't going to be able to stay much longer." He could have sworn that he heard the Youma huff and then sigh but still the rat did what he was told, and off he went in search of whatever. He hoped that the Youma would make it back.

For his part it appeared that they had now been ordered to retreat. He felt his eyes rolling again. Why not simply kill the General? But nooo. Apparently he was to be kept alive and... what exactly? Let him stew here until he decided to attack the castle?

He would definitely be writing his thoughts out in his report of the situation. He started to head towards the elevator, hoping that the crazed General wouldn't see him.

“You don’t know how many lives I’ve got left…” Tama said, refusing to look at Heliodor if he was going to be all cute and bandage up their general. “But I concede, neither do I.”

The cat looked down at the ring in his paw and sulked.

He really didn’t know. Not anymore.


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General Benitoite.

Seeing Witherite moving, knowing he'd been heard over all the noise, the ashen blond spotted one more he'd not noticed before. Another of his own - Huntite. Shouting over things for Huntite he raised his good arm and motioned him to join them in leaving. They were not sticking around and getting hurt. He had someone to return home to, he also had a cousin to bring him with himself, and he knew his teammates had people they needed to return home to. They had partners, spouses, and the like. He wouldn't be the reason they didn't make it home to them.

Lowering his head, because the room was blacking out again on him, he could see the red dripping onto the floor and sighed. This really wasn't good. Maybe he'd hit something bad...he wasn't sure. But he knew he hurt and he felt a bit fuzzy even. He might be injured, and they might want the injured out first, but that's not why he was going. He was leaving because he would have even if he weren't injured.

At least he had a doctor on his team, he'd gotten beyond lucky with that.




[quote="Kaori_luv"Get your corrupt and lets go.