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The first thing Minium was aware of was a raging, thumping headache that battered the inside of her skull like a drum. Even before she opened her eyes, before she registered the man yelling or the house full of sugary, too-sweet energy, all she could think about was how much her head was absolutely positively ******** killing her.

"Oh, shut up," she snapped, unsure of who she was even telling off.

Gold eyes creaked open with a wince as the light flooded her senses and seared her too-sensitive retinas. It made her whole body jerk; it was then she realized that she was tied down. There was a very real instinct in her to struggle and writhe, to see if she could break free, but she could feel the pulsing pain in her side that told her she had a broken rib and with as many auras as there were clouding up her brain, that was a useless endeavor. She wasn't stupid.

The redhead drew a deep, uneasy breath to calm herself down from a panic and instead resorted to what comfort she knew best; antagonizing. With her gaze locked on Rose, she pulled a pretty smile in place for him.

"I'm glad you finally decided to get that nose job, love. It'll do wonders for your career."

Remit looked like s**t. She felt like s**t. Even if nothing had necessarily broken, underneath her fuku her skin was a livid map of bruises -- and there was all the guilt tied up in breaking Rose's nose while under that woman's thrall, and all the uncomfortable possibilities about what the Negaverse having magic at their disposal might mean, and mostly everything was more than a little awful. Had she been in better shape, she would have paced; but she wasn't, and that was how it stood for the present time.

She was standing, too, albeit leaning heavily against the wall. It was all about looking strong, still.

"If you feel so strongly about it, maybe we should give you an impromptu nose job too - " a shrug - "but that can wait a little bit. So are you going to introduce yourself, or are we going to have to enforce some manners?

"Tch, sounds like you're setting yourselves up for a lot of work."

Did she think they would actually do it? Maybe. Truth be told, Minium had precious little experience getting this up close and personal with Senshi and considering that the Negaverse presence in Witzend had been wiped out entirely? Well, they didn't just up and decide to retire. That did make her the tiniest, most teensy bit nervous for their plans.

"Mini," she replied, attempting to shrug. It was little more than an awkward wiggle of the shoulders that pulled at her restraints. "My name is Mini."

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole of her name. What did it matter anyway?

"Are you going to tell me what I'm doing in this s**t hole?" A finely manacured brow rose above her golden eyes and they swung from grouchy Rose with his busted nose, to Remit where she leaned against the wall looking like she had been run over by a truck, and finally to the last one that didn't seem to want any part of speaking with her or the others. "There's a point behind a hostage so let's just get to it."

"It's rude to give someone a nickname in a formal context." She was pulling at straws, really, guessing at things 'Mini' might or might not react to -- it could have very well been a name, but it might have been her nickname in-uniform, it might have been her nickname out of uniform -- if it was, it'd look like Remit knew things. And she terribly needed to look like she was in control.

"But -- yes, what she said. Your companions. Especially the woman."

On the surface, Minium would have simply guessed that these senshi were angry. There was cursing and terse words galore, not missed or dismissed, but something she was accustomed to from people that didn't get what they wanted. Yet, as they spoke, as they all echoed the same question in varying degrees of aggression, she realized something else.

They were afraid. Maybe not consciously, maybe not in the traditional sense of the word, but they were - because they had no idea what Ceraskia was. Which meant they had no idea that the Negaverse could corrupt them to their own purpose.

Even with Rose standing above her, looming like a colossus ready to strike her down, she smiled.

"Her name is Ceraskia," she stated, matter of fact, but her smile only curled wider, more impish. She leaned forward until the binds at her wrist and feet were straining and biting at her flesh, then spoke her next words between them on a whisper, like she was telling him some great secret. "And she's a b***h."

Ceraskia. It didn't sound like any officer name she'd ever heard, but -- the possibilities were shrinking, forming a concept, and that concept was more horrifying than Remit cared to admit. So she set the terror of it aside, for when Mini wasn't there to watch her, and --

She would have walked over and slapped Mini in the face. But she'd limp, if she did, and that would betray too much about the hits she'd taken from her enemies and her teammates both. Even if Remit wanted to break bone and draw blood, she was far enough away that any threat she made this round of speaking would come off as weak and baseless; it was good experience for Simoom, besides.

What more can you tell us about Ceraskia?

"Well, she likes tea, and staring down her nose at people," she made a great show of holding her tongue between her teeth for a breath, playing up her thought process and trying to dredge forward any answer that she could find that might placate them even when she knew none she had to offer would. "And she seems easily impressed by idiots with charming smiles, which is-"

Her words were cut off by a hand that lodged into her hair and jerked it up so hard that she felt her neck pop. When her golden eyes leveled on his, it wasn't with a single ounce of that playful nature she had put on display, but instead filled with loathing and disgust.

What is she?

Minium wanted to laugh. She knew her General, she knew he would be sending someone even if he wasn't ready to march on them himself. Whether or not she survived to see that, well, it was anyone's guess.

"You all lack a certain degree of critical thinking skills, don't you?" She shifted in her bonds, itching to move or pace or just kick him in the teeth. The little lieutenant was not accustomed to sitting still for any length of time without a phone in her hand to distract herself, though she did rather like all of the attention being on her. Silver lining, she supposed.

"The answer is so obvious and your poor, sad, scared little hearts don't want to admit that you already know."

Mini didn't know if it was a star or an asteroid or some stupid speck of spacedust, but she knew the rules. She knew Ceraskia wasn't named after a mineral.