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((Hi, friends! This is an ORP that is designed to be a meet 'n greet for the Negaverse! Feel free to have your character come on in and meet Obsidian, play games, and eat crappy pizza! Obsidian/Drew will be hanging around until he gets bored and wanders off.))

The use of a shimmering purple crystal felt extremely outdated and ridiculous, as far as communication was concerned, so Obsidian felt that his first use of the thing should be memorable. It had been, what, years? Years. God, he was old. Angelite had been informed and reluctantly dragged along with this scheme, but what was she going to tell him? No? Not if she had any sense.

He rolled the crystal over his fingers for a moment, contemplating, until he finally brought it to his mouth and spoke. "Hi, ladies and gents. It's been a while since I've seen most of you. Hell, I probably don't even know most of you, let's be realistic. Let's change that, huh? A big, grand meet-up sounds fantastic. Come in your civillian form to avoid attracting party poopers!" He relayed the location, tucked the crystal back in his pocket, and settled back.

The location in question was a Chuck E. Cheese. Drew had reserved a room in the back for anyone who wanted to show up. A birthday crown was on his head as he reclined in a chair, feet propped up on the table as he ate the shittiest pizza he'd ever tasted in his life.

The whole reason for meeting up here may have been for, in fact, the shitty pizza.

Sure, meeting up with Negaversers and getting himself back in the know, whatever. But shitty pizza was really saving the day, here. And the odds of senshi showing up? Slim to none, seeing as this was the worst place for a meeting ever.

Shut up and eat your free pizza, kids.

Lieutenant Annabergite aka Adrien Davids


Adrien had not run when Obsidian had made the call. Running would have implied that he was eager and he was not eager; he was merely doing his best to make sure that he was following directions as best he could, and showing off of his skills.

Maybe. Probably.

He sashayed in, narrowly avoiding a brat who was running shrieking across his path, and found the others - other? Others. There was more than just Obsidian here - or rather, the man who was usually Obsidian. Adrien gave him a dazzling smile before sidling up to the one with the clipboard.

"Why hello, beautiful," he crooned. "And how are you this lovely day?"

A kid ran past the room, pounded on the door repeatedly with tomato-sauce stained hands, and then ran off giggling.

Alexandre Evans / General Benitoite.
There was a meeting...why was there a meeting? It wasn't even just that there was a meeting but it was more the location of this meeting that had the blond baffled. Why on earth was it at a little kids place, a place he had never been, it was utterly confusing and he had to try and ignore the looks he got when he did arrive.

Sure he was small and didn't look his age but he certainly did not fit in with the age demographic of the place. Cringing when he heard some shrill shriek, he felt bad for the mother, he hurried his pace as the need to escape the loud sounds produced for the small amount of children in the place. This was another reason he was never, ever, having kids. He could never handle that.

When he asked someone about the back room he got directions, thankfully, and soon found himself stepping inside and eyeing the others there. Well, at least he wasn't alone and this wasn't some twisted prank. Unzipping the coat he wore he let his companion out, ignoring her rumpled appearance. Katya had wanted to come, knowing cats weren't allowed so she'd be snuck in, it was her own fault she looked like someone had stuck her in a dryer and turned it on for a few minuets on tumble dry. He wasn't going to feel sorry for her.

"At least I'm not alone." And he nearly jumped when little hands slammed on the wall near the door he'd just let close behind himself. Hearing little pounding feet run off, laughter following, he grit his teeth. Maybe he should start targeting little kids for energy draining - do their parents a favor.


Katya / corrupted guardian cat.
Of course she had wanted to come! She had been looking for another book to bury her nose in when the call had come, she had just finished a small slip of a book and had been seeking something a bit...longer. Alexandre hadn't been sure about going, given the location, he hadn't really trusted it. But a prank or not it was worth checking out - right? So after pushing him to go she had decided she had to go as well, obviously!

That led to her being stuffed into his coat, pressed to his chest, and brought into the kid infested place. The noise was almost too much, how could that kid hit such a high note? Now she knew why the Negaverse didn't take in children - they were brats. You'd need officers trained to handle chibi members and keep them in line, a waste of resources. Yup, it was a good idea. Why the other side took in children was beyond her.

Freed from the confines of the coat she landed on her feet and moved to find a place to settle herself and observe whatever was going to happen.

Lieutenant Angelite aka Julianne Payne

As one by one the people began to file in, her pen went to work with scratching out quick descriptions of everyone she saw. Most were teenagers - go figure - but a few seemed older, possibly more weathered after years of being in the Negaverse. Most, however, looked terribly out of place in such a venue choice.

A tall boy with a curious mixture of white and pink hair was first to approach her, seemingly very at ease with Obsidia---er--- Drew's presence. Perhaps this was one of his other recruits that he consistently continued to forget to inform her of?

I'm probably old enough to be your mother, she wanted to snap at him, one eyebrow rising. Instead, she smirked and returned the greeting, "Hello, friend. Julianne Payne. You would be...?"

Her attention was pulled away momentarily as blue eyes turned to see a gentleman walk into the room and unzip his jacket, unleashing a rather regal looking cat into the children's party room. Peculiar was no longer the right word to cover it. Were these the Guardian cats that Obsidian had mentioned briefly once before?

"I'm sorry," she called out to the gentleman as her hand gestured towards the table, "They weren't able to provide us with anything but pizza - I...I'm not sure if the cats are able to eat that?"








Bob the Guardian Cat

"Well if it isn't one of my favorite sweethearts."

He was more than accepting of being lifted up into the air, the Maine Coon quickly making himself comfortable as he snuggled in the teenager's arms. The building was full of warmth, smells of grease and cheese but most of all, loud children's screams. It felt good to be at arm level, his tail comfortably out of reach of the pesky miniature humans. She hurried them past most of the kidlings, back towards the room where he saw Red in the distance, heels kicked back on the table with an inflatable crown on his head.

Go figure. He grinned at the sight, but mostly at the pepperoni pizza laid out in front of him. At second glance, he spotted another cat skittering around the party room, but it wasn't until he was safely within the confines of the party room did he allow himself to speak again.

"Come around here often, gorgeous?" He asked the Russian Blue as he dropped onto the table unceremoniously.






Lieutenant Epidote aka Alrik Rey

He'd dragged heels when there'd been a mention of a meeting, but as soon as his sister had mentioned where the meeting was to take place, she could hardly keep up with his sudden race-like pace. Chuck E. Cheese's? Okay, a bit of a kid zone but the place still had arcade games and skeeball - maybe this wasn't such a bad gig after all!

Bursting through the red front doors, he did his best not to trample the black and white cat who seemed eager to make its way inside. There was a peculiar looking star on its forehead - kind of neat, if he were into cats. Why in the world a furball would want into a kid's place was beyond him, but he wasn't one to judge. No, he was far too focused on begging a few dollars off from his older sibling so that he could grab some tokens and make a beeline for the skeeball game.

"C'mon, Penny, you know I don't have the attention span for a meeting," he whined, staring down at the blonde with wide, pitiful eyes.

Lieutenant Keyite aka Ian St. George

He had no idea who Obsidian was, beyond scrapes picked up here and there - a General, a damned good one. A loose canon. Gone. Crazy. Addicted to starseeds. So of course he would attend, to find out more information about the man - and his compatriots. It only made sense.

It also made sense that he accompanied Seth - they'd been deep in conversation when the 'summon's (couched as an invitation) had come through, so he'd offered to bring the man along. Stepping through the doors of the child's eatery, Ian's lips twisted in a moue of distaste - he'd never been to one of these vile places and now knew he'd been correct to not do so. Being part of the Negaverse had him doing a great many things he'd not done before, so it was merely par for the course.

There was a moment's shock, looking around at all the faces present, when he realized that the delicate ballerina, Delphine, was present. So, she's an officer? A senshi? I can think of only one that has her grace...but it's best to not assume. Penelope was also there, but that was no surprise, they worked together at Romano's, after all. Delphine was close by, so he went ahead and greeted her, Seth following at his side.

"Delphine," He reached for her hand, smiling warmly, "A pleasure to see you again...and under such...interesting circumstances." He would brush a kiss across her knuckles before introducing his companion, "Delphine, I would like to introduce you to Seth Volkov. Seth, this is Delphine Rousseau. She works with my cousin." Again, a moue of distaste, directed purely at mention of his cousin, Colin.






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Tiberius, Mauvian

Tibs came because he had nothing better to do but also because there was free food and a chance to meet a greater number of officers out of costume (as it were). His job was information just as much as anything else, so he hitched a ride in and sat at a table with a bit of distaste.

The place smelled like trash, grease, sweat, and kids. Scents layered over and over, Lysol and bleach cutting between to mark the various points when the staff would "clean" the location(s) - not very well, either. But over all of that was the thick scent of the pizza they were to be eating, and the various 'flavors' each person attending could offer. Tiberius spotted Delphine - she was one of Schorl's, of course - and flicked his tail; worth his time to go and pester her, or did he simply remain where he was to people watch some more?

All the choices.

Seth Volkov aka Corrupted Sailor Gadolinite


Seth's expression of distaste was only matched by his attempts at keeping from touching anything in the place. It looked like a house of horrors, all cheap plastic and questionable stains and - worst of all - little children running around like small heathens hell bent on breaking anything and everything they could get their grubby little hands on.

Ian had dragged him to this ridiculous place, which Seth hadn't quite objected to yet, if only because he was curious as to who else would be there.

"Vat are the chances of getting a glass of wine here, do you think?" he murmured as they entered, dressed - as he always was - all in dark clothes consisting of a black turtleneck sweater, black coat, and black jeans. He'd tried to bring his cigarettes in, only for the doorman to give him a suspicious, questioning look.

Ian had stopped them, without Seth paying attention, and he walked right into the man's back. A dark brow rose at the little one being introduced to him, Seth tilting his head down around Ian to scrutinize her, a slow smile stretching across his face.

"приятно познакомиться," he said airily. "Nice to meet you."

Alexandre Evans / General Benitoite.
His attention was pulled away from where it had been, moving about the room and looking over the new people coming in, and focused itself onto the female addressing him. "She'll be fine. While she can eat the pizza I highly doubt she will. I'll be cooking for her tonight." As well as himself, his elder cousin and his partner. He wasn't interested in trying the pizza, the idea of it had him wrinkling his nose up in disgust to be honest. He didn't even understand why they were having a meeting here, a bunch of adults and teenagers walking into this place and heading for a back party room had to be attracting at least some attention - right?

he really hoped, for the sake for his generation, that the workers here weren't stupid enough to not think it was odd - he really did. At least some of the mothers had looked at him, and likely some of the others as well, but no one had said a thing.

"Katya is rather fussy with what she eats." He stated while nodding his head toward the cat who was busy fixing her fur.


Katya / corrupted guardian cat.
It wouldn't be good if some worker came in and spotted her here, as cats were obviously not allowed in here, but Katya really couldn't care less. After inspecting the room rather quickly the russian blue had made her way to sit on top of the table and fix her fur as it was all out of order, thanks to being bundled up and smuggled in as she had been.

Slowly her wide green eyes turned onto the other guardian cat, one she didn't know, and her ears flickered. "Here? A place filled with noisy little children? Certainly not. If you mean the officers here - than yes I suppose so." She purred the words out, tail flickering and curling about her feet as she sat herself straighter - stiffer. She heard her General a few feet away speaking and silently agreed with him. She could eat this pizza but there was no way in hell she would be doing so. The smell was off putting and that was before she knew just what the smell belonged to, as she had picked up on the stink as soon as she had entered the place. Even from inside the confines of that wool coat she could smell the pizza - how terrible that people put that into themselves.

It wasn't just that smell though, terrible as it was, but the cleaning products and the smells of the children infesting the place and some woman with too much perfume...there was no need to drown oneself in the stuff. There was also the other varied, yet still very unappealing, scents which filled the air.

General Cinnabar

It had been an unusual voice that had come out of her crystal, and the invitation had been intriguing enough she had decided it was worth the waste of a day’s glamour to go. Or really as little as she could manage, she decided when the half-youma neared the party room door and saw a cat pawing at it.

Apparently, no one had enough respect for the under-appreciated members of the Negaverse to even open a door for them.

“Can I get that for you?” The tall woman said as she leaned over the little tuxedo. “And I was wondering if you could do me a bit of a favor. I’ll make it worth your while.”

She held the door open in her jeans and biker boots, her dark hair up in a high ponytail. Her comfortable flannel was a stark contrast from the leather and chains she usually sported, but so were the lack of scales and tail. Inside, there was already a decent sized group gathered, many of the faces ones she didn’t know. Delphine, she did. And the redhaired General from the Rift who had grabbed her tail and apparently set up this little event. The woman with him was vaguely familiar from then as well, but he’d honestly made more of an impression.

“Your choice of location sucks.” She announced loudly as she straightened. “It’d be a lot more convenient in our space and I wouldn’t have to waste time on you.”

A smirk curled her lips, even if her words were catty. And edited, since yelling 'Dark Kingdom' and 'Glamour' in the middle of a busy place wasn't a good idea.