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 Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 6:59 pm
The General was set in her path, and she was not going to let anything get in her way. She had to keep focused, which was often a problem for her, and follow this idea through to full fruition. While she was great with traps and general chaos, in its usual meaning, actually setting up something as complicated and intricate as what she had in mind had been an unused skill for some time. She knew it was because she had gotten complacent, and used the easy hunting methods more often than not.
This was, in a way, a chance for her to return to her roots. While at the same time, she could expand and explore an entirely new terrain where risk and reward could, she was sure, walk hand in hand.
She was working to not only improve the negaverse, but pull the White Moon apart piece by piece. Really, what more could someone ask for from her? She was doing her job... even if she did not actually run her plan by any other Generals or any of the higher ups. What they did not know couldn't hurt her, right? And she was not scared of them.
Painite liked to tell herself she was not scared of anyone.
Tonight, she had sent a call out to a Negaverse soldier she knew could think on the same line she could. Someone who had a great amount of potential when they met, and that was what had caused Painite to want to recruit her in the first place. She sent out a call to Cinnabar to meet her downtown, near an old theatre where Painite used to set a few of her traps, back when she was just starting out.
It seemed like a completely different world now, not just an ancient time. She could hardly remember being that person, new and learning and still human in many ways. She cared more about her civilian life than the Negaverse, but that had completely reversed now. The Negaverse, and Chaos, was Painite's life.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 2:15 pm
The call from her general had been unsettling, at best. It had been months since that snowy night when Painite had shoved a hand into her chest and given her new power... months of filling quota and terrorizing the populace, squaring off against senshi and getting the s**t beat out of herself. Nothing that had happened thus far, though, had the same ability to put her on edge as the thought of being called up before this general.
Lacking pockets to shove her hands into while in uniform, Cinnabar paced down the sidewalk towards the theatre with her thumbs hooked in the rings on the front of her corset, finding the loops just big enough to fit without catching if she needed to remove them in a hurry. The black hair that had once brushed her a** now hung to her shoulder on one side and was buzzed short on the other, giving her a punky asymmetrical look that begged someone to start something so she could bring a rough end to it. Beyond that, she was much the same as the last time the general had seen her... still tall and curvy and dark haired, still cocky and full of self-assurance... even if there was a tension in the line of her shoulders and the swing of her hips.
Opening up her senses, Cinnabar caught the power of Painite's aura and turned to head more her way, red eyes scanning for the figure in dark brown.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 5:24 pm
General Painite felt Cinnabar arrive, and moved to hop down from her perch on the side of the theatre, on a small awning over the ticket booth, and landed lightly on the sidewalk. She opted to walk, instead of teleport, to meet the other Nega. Her expression was difficult to read, though she was smiling. Her eyes were cloudy and it was clear that a storm was raging within her, as she continued to struggle with the emotions her unwitting senshi savior had managed to stir in her.
Her only choice was to fight back, and to do that, she needed help. It was like running away from something: inside she knew that. She was running from her fear, from her own weakness, and hiding behind terror and causing pain. But since that was the life she had dedicated herself to, anyway, was there really any problem with that?
No one had to know her reasons for doing anything. No one asked, these days. That was how she liked it.
"Cinnabar," she said, as she approached. She looked the other up and down and her smile curled, turning into an approving grin. Cinnabar was one of her favorite awakenings, and she was glad to see the other looking so dangerous. "I saw so much promise in you, when you were corrupted. I hope that is still justified. I called you because I want you to be a part of an undertaking of mine. Something dangerous, and covert, and terribly fun. Are you strong enough to help me with something like that? To make the Negaverse perfect, and to use our strength for what it's really meant for?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 10:35 pm
The lieutenant stopped as her general approached her, her expression somewhere between wary respect and nervousness.
"I should hope I've been living up to your expectations..." Cinnabar said when Painite greeted her. Hmm, and undertaking, hmm? That sounded promising, and better than a lot of other things the shorter woman could have called her about... Like some of the other generals and captains she had had some trouble with. It was hard to function in the Negaverse when you had a hard time with authority... She could count a handful of times when she should have gotten reprimanded more than she had, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd always been a little worried about what this general might think of it.
"That sounds right up my alley, Painite. I'm as strong as you need me to be and if you call, I'll answer to you. Might I ask what you have in mind?" Dangerous, covert AND fun? Sounded perfect, but such things rarely went off the way they were intended... and just because Painite thought it would be fun, didn't necessarily mean anyone else would. Cinnabar was not looking to be cannon fodder, but any excuse to get out, to DO something other than drain civilians, she could definitely get behind. That incident at the power plant had gone poorly, but that didn't mean all such ventures would... and maybe she could wrangle herself a promotion out of the deal.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2014 5:56 pm
"I'm glad you're so willing," Painite chuckled, cracking her knuckles mostly in thought. It was not one of her usual ticks, but she was out of sorts, and her nervous energy needed to go somewhere. She was anxious because of her roiling emotions, but she found talking to others, putting her plan together, certainly helped.
"I'm looking for some strong, loyal soldiers to help me show the senshi that they're wrong to think they can treat us like charity cases. People they need to pity and show kindness to, because they think they can 'win us over' and 'purify' us, so we're not evil any more. They don't understand what true Chaos is, and they need to be reminded. One by one, piece by piece: I want to tear them down, and break them."
She shook her head, taking to pacing without noticing it.
"I want to set the line between the factions with much more clarity: too many senshi want to be our friends, and too many of our own soldiers have lost their heart, their loyalty, and spend their time fraternizing with, encouraging, the enemy. It's weakness that we need to bleed out. Literally, as it so happens. Does that sound like too much for you?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 3:26 pm
Cinnabar watched Painite pace with a wary eye, listening quietly as the goal of all of this was laid out before her. She hadn't been personal witness to a lot of this happening, but its not something people would want being real public for just this reason, right? She trusted that the general knew what she was talking about and there wasn't anything in that outline that she could find to argue with. It all made sense, and while Cin herself couldn't really care less what the Negaverse's goals were as long as she got to do what she pleased, she could understand that cross over between the factions weakened them as a whole. It was harder to fight someone when you liked or empathized with them... morale dropped and people were more reluctant to do what needed to be done.
"That sounds perfect to me." She said dutifully, her hands on her hips as she shifted on the toes of her boots. "I assume you have a plan set up... what would you have me do? I'm ready to start whenever you need me to."
This would be a nice chance to do something more productive than energy drain, for a change... that got repetitive, after a while, and with no major operations under way it left Cin feeling like little more than drone bee in the hive... collecting nectar to feed the higher ups, stuck in this loop of work that would never be done. She wanted to do something... anything, as long as it was something she could do, and not every other lieutenant with a lack of brains and an abundance of obedience.
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