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He had let that damned ******** b*****d Pasi do whatever he needed to prepare himself without lording over him, though the urge was there, unmistakably and aggravatingly. Wolfeite was still angry enough that he had needed to burn off steam, and had spent the next hours draining energy from a plethora of unsuspecting victims.

It had been fruitful enough to take the edge off of his bite, though it was never truly gone. Wolfeite found the motley little crew consisting of Tourmaline, Aue (in that ******** pathetic white uniform), and an unfamiliar cat all at the arranged meeting place when he arrived, his long tail ghosting behind him.

"I'll be glad to get rid of that thing," Wolfeite snarled, with a disgusted look at the uniform. "Are you ready?"

His lips pulled back into a snarl of a scowl, barely restrained. Wolfeite stalked forward towards Aue and reached out, gloved fingers curling around the brown hair and giving a forceful, purposeful yank that was meant for nothing more than to cause irritation and pain.

"Shut up," Wolfeite snapped, then let go, reaching into his jacket for his crystal "I'm going to enjoy shoving my hand into your chest."

As accustomed as Aue was to dealing with the sickening feel of Chaos auras all around him, he hadn't ever been in the presence of a General Sovereign - nothing could have prepared him for that. His stomach sank and the aura grated across his nerves like an S.O.S. pad on raw flesh, and every single instinct in his body was telling him to run.

Instead, he dropped to one knee before the orange haired dandy with the terrifying aura. Aue knew he should allow Wolfeite to introduce them, but also knew that if he wanted to survive in the Negaverse he needed to not only prove himself useful to his pack, but also to those that would be his superiors within the faction he wished to join.

"Sir, I am Sailor Aue. General Wolfeite recruited me for espionage a year previous. However," he looked up at Axinite after glancing at just how angry the Wolfe was at having a basic-a** senshi stepping on his toes, "My General is wise and has decided to bring me into the Negaverse."

"With your approval, of course."

Axinite’s eyes drifted from Aue to Wolfeite’s swishing tail—and then to the General’s perky ears. There was a great difference between a half youma—and a General, no less—and a common household pet, but he could not help but wonder how many traits they might have shared in common. Axinite knew little of the body language of animals, but he knew enough to guess that Wolfeite might have been excited by this—and, if he were, the General King couldn’t blame him. He ignored the growl; he wasn’t sure if that tied into his ‘eager’ theory, or if it was just a trait that the youma had slipped in.

“Or course,” he said, both to the General and the Senshi.

“You may rise, Aue,” he said, gesturing for the Senshi to do so. The gesture was appreciated; Axinite clearly seemed pleased with the behavior, but he wasn’t going to lower himself to do any corruption on the ground.

“If Wolfeite thinks you would be an asset to us, I would be pleased to assist. I trust that he has prepared you for all that this will entail?”

It was pure torture to watch someone else command the senshi the way that Wolfeite was so used to doing when there were not certain extenuating circumstances. He was bearing it, however; Wolfeite's face barely registered anything at all, except for a flash of gold from his eyes as Aue rose back to his feet.

"Let's get this over with," he said smoothly.

Although Axinite's gloved hand was cool against his bare skin where it rested, the sensation of said hand sinking into his chest, past his breastbone to the very soul of him, was most assuredly not. Aue did his best to remain still for it, but could not suppress a slight shudder, nor the way the his pulse began to race as his body's fight/flight/freeze response started and adrenaline surged.

Aue nodded, swallowing to try and moisten his suddenly dry mouth. Axinite's attempt to reassure was appreciated in an off-hand way - the senshi's autonomic system response unfortunately kept him from truly appreciating the care being extended by his superior. "Sir."

And then there was fire and ice and acid burning through him; nerve endings alight at the far end of the pain spectrum all at once - enough to wipe everything from his mind save one crystal clear thought: I don't want to die. The pain swelled like a wave, cresting and breaking over the senshi as he reached up to grip the General King's forearm, blunt nails gripping at dark fabric.

It came in waves steady, relentless, thorough - but without cruelty. Axinite took Aue and remade him as he'd requested, as Labyrinthite and Wolfeite and Tourmaline had all promised he would be. The pristine white of his costume bled black, the flesh around Axinite's hand blackened and cracked. Aue's hair broke from it's clip and grew out to trail the ground in ridiculous waves.

Near the end the entirety of his uniform burst to dark ribbons and petals before reforming around Aue's body as the General King's hand left his chest. An upgrade and a corruption - from sub-space, the bright basic transformation stick of un-corrupted Sailor Aue appeared before clattering to the ground as well. Bob would have to take care of that, before it could be used properly...but before then, Aue needed to steady himself, for he was swaying in a manner that suggested his knees were either threatening to give out from under him, or had ceased to exist during the upgrade.



"I feel like s**t..." Aue's first words spoken were growled out in Finnish, not English, but he didn't seem to realize that he'd not spoken in the standard language of the land. His eyes went from Axinite, to Wolfeite, to Tourma, to Bob and his henshin pen. Yeah, he had more work to do. Right. As soon as his legs stopped feeling like he'd been on a two-week bender. "Thank you, Sir. I will do my best." Again, the Finnish that it was unlikely Axinite would understand, even though it was he Aue spoke to.

The cat was talking.

The cat was talking. Incredible.

For a few long seconds, Aue could not parse what was being said, but then his brain caught up and translated. Fabio. Lemons. Stick.

Bob. That's right. Bob, upgrading...the pen. To go with the new costume. His chest ached, hollow but sharp, and all of his edges felt brittle as though he were made now of less sturdy stuff even though that wasn't possible. Was it?

He responded to the cat in Finnish in short sentences, received no answer, realized that he must not be using English, and then simply nodded in thanks. Aue was far too tired to deal with parsing out how to flip Finnish to English in speaking aloud - it was enough that he could do the conversion internally to understand it when spoken. "Joo, joo. Kiitos." Words he'd used before with those present - save Axinite - often enough that they should understand the meaning as thanks.

Aue picked up his new, bat-winged transformation pen from the Mauvian and banished it to subspace along with the now-functionally useless phone that Ash had given him; perhaps Bob and Tiberius could fiddle with it sometime and figure out how to make use of it for the Negaverse later, but for the moment it was a brick.

It was towards Tourmaline that he went next, to collect his civilian identity and life, every movement laboured. All he wanted was to sleep for a week; he stumbled over the lengthy hair but caught himself and powered down with a low curse. Could this be over yet? Seriously, all the newly minted Lauri wanted was a beer and a bed, not even necessarily in that order.

Was it so much to ask?