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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 8:29 am
So she needed a Captain. Trona was not one for teams and found it hard to reply on anyone but herself - however now it was a order, she needed to join one so she had someone she could give the energy she collected, she needed someone to teach her and watch over her. However who was a girl going to trust?
It was a hard choice, one that she did not want to make but one Captain stood out to her. A women who apparently had a mindset similar to her own, someone who liked what they did and did it well.
Painite.
She had asked a fellow agent to ask her if they could meet up on Patrol once night so she could ask some questions and see what she was really like. In the dead of night the black haired Nega looked down on the city, she liked to feel like she was touching the sky so naturally the higher she was able to place herself the better she felt. She looked around impatiently, deep down she was nervous.
Though she would never admit it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 1:04 pm
The Negaverse Captain was eager to meet up with the Lieutenant, and show her around. There were many things Painite loved about her job, and not least of all was meeting and training the newer recruits. There was something about seeing them come into themselves, helping to guide them, that Painite adored.
Plus, newbies, real newbies, were often very eager to please and that was fun to play with, as well.
When Trona asked to meet up, then, the Captain had eagerly agreed. She was raised of the theatre, and one of the golden rules was punctuality. So she had arrived early, hearing her director reminding her that if she was early she was on time, if she was on time she was late. And to be late meant to just not bother showing up at all.
Except she liked making entrances.
So, though she had arrived before Trona, she had powered down and hid herself on the roof. She climbed up to the highest point, sitting atop a doorway into the building from the rooftop, and powered up. she could have just saved some time and effort by teleporting in, but that would also tire her out and she wanted to stay sharp.
"Good evening, Lieutenant," she said evenly, standing on the edge of the door, which jutted out from the building like a little oddly placed outhouse.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:17 am
Trona's strawberry pink eyes looked up when she heard a voice, her attention darting over the the Captain, she was not what she was expecting. The person who stood before her was quite a pretty women with blue eyes and brown hair. It was hard to think that someone like her was in 'the dark army' then again everyone who she met so far did not exactly fit the stereotype which she had first came here imagining.
"Good evening, Captain."
She replied, resting a hand on her hips, the little wings on her feet seemed to bhe waving their own greeting, as of yet Trona was not able to control them at all... it was like they were concious and alive.
"Word on the street is you are a women who gets things done, who gets thing done well. I can respect that."
She stated, not one to ever p***y foot around a point.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:18 pm
"Word on the street, hm? I do like the sound of that."
The negaverse captain had a light British accent, and a very warm demeanor, despite her reputation. Whatever that was. She had been working on it, doing what she could to strike fear in senshi's hearts. And knights. She hated those guys, and wished she could find time in the day to menace every single one.
"I certainly likes a Lieutenant that leads with a compliment. You seem to me like someone who would like to know how to get things done, and get them done well, is that right?" She grinned at the idea, then hopped down from the door. She summoned her javelin but did not threaten with it. Instead, she leaned against it thoughtfully.
Her eyes looked Trona over keenly, taking in every detail she could about the other negaverse soldier, not missing the strange little wings.
"I think my biggest concern about you, if I were to judge right out of the gate, is I worry about your desire to have fun. What do you think? Having fun on the job, or no?"
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