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Just when he felt that he was getting to know the organization that he was working for, Buddingtonite was once again thrown for a loop, and he found the world he was in to be nothing short of topsy-turvy. The good kind, as it was all his curious mind could ever think to hope for. He was invited into a place called 'The Rift' to discuss his performance in the Negaverse with someone- the exact name of the General escaped his mind as he was simply too fascinated with everything around him to remember such a trivial detail. And the moment he finished his report, which he rushed through, he immediately went to exploring the world around him.

"Will this Negaverse ever cease to amaze me?" Buddingtonite asked himself, trying to backtrack to the darkest part of the journey, back to where the walls were crystal and there seemed to be something moving beyond them. The walk through the narrow corridor was brief, and the general that pulled him along wasn't willing to play show and tell. Now that his task was done, this was Buddingtonite's chance to get a better look at those creatures that he suspected were youma, and completely ignorant to the dangerous around him, the curious lieutenant soon found himself lost, in a realm that he was still fascinated with but now becoming grossly aware that he wasn't quite prepared for yet.

He felt all sorts of corrupt power around him, pulling him this way and that way, and while he wanted to maneuver towards the strongest of auras he could feel, something told him that he didn't want to go there. That what he'd find wouldn't be wanting his company, and as curious as he was, his common sense had screamed at him and won the argument in that matter. Wide-eyed and bushytailed despite being horribly lost, Buddingtonite trekked onward, eager to find someone or something he could throw endless questions at in this strange, twisted 'Wonderland'.

It didn't take long for Buddingtonite to find his way to the crystal halls of youma and groping hands, and he was content to peer at them, maybe mock them a little now that he was safe and they couldn't reach him past the crystal glass. Yes, it was all too easy to mock other's misfortune when there was a seemingly impenetrable crystal glass between you, and Buddingtonite knew that he should have been a little more compassionate for his comrades of old, but...

He was certain that if this sin was turned upon him, that there'd be someone else on the other side, poking fun and teasing him. That was simply how the world worked- if you weren't the ones taunting, then you were the ones taunted, and Buddingtonite was content to be the one prodding with the stick for as long as possible.

"I'd sing 'Poor Unfortunate Souls' if I thought you could hear me..." Buddingtonite said, just as he heard a soft, sing-song call coming from within the hallway. Immediately, his mind shot to the possibility of it being one of the youma, and he couldn't hide the worm of fear that wriggled its way up his throat. Or was that vomit? Either way, whoever or whatever it was sounded sweet enough, and thus far, he wasn't told that youma -could- talk, so that was enough to quell some of his fears. And that fear gave away to curiosity, and he approached the sound of that voice, curious to see who else would be roaming around the Rift as well. "Coming, oh sweet little siren..."

He ventured down the halls, and what he saw was a small, cream colored feline. Now, Buddingtonite wasn't quite the cat person, having owned a large but docile Irish wolfhound, but even he had to admit that he felt a part of him melt at the mere sight of her. Not once realizing this was where the voice had come from, he extended a hand for her to sniff, or do whatever it was that cats liked to do to greet new people. "Aren't you a beauty? Now, who would leave such an adorable little pet like you all alone out here in the Negaspace?"