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Paracelsian didn't often suffer from nervous fidgets when he was alone, but given the circumstances, he felt justified in indulging himself in every jitter on the planet.

His suspicions were confirmed by a second surprise invitation from Axinite. If he was concerned that maybe he was being watched, he now knew he had every reason to be have that concern. Why else would he receive this summons? Why else was he sitting in this office, waiting for General-King Axinite to come through and have words with him?

He wondered which incident had made it to Axinite first. Was it the whole snafu with Cor Caroli? Had he let word of his plans for the Negaverse slip to the wrong person? The former was expected, the latter less so. He didn't think he'd even breathed a word of his dreams for a more reasonable Negaverse to anyone on his own side, only to Order members who declared that he should take that motivation and bail out with it.

All the same, he sat in the office, trying to get every hint of dread out of his body before his superior approached him.

The energy signature walloped Paracelsian's senses. It was a testament to how absorbed he'd become that he didn't take in the full magnitude of a General-King's aura until just now. It wasn't like this was even the first time he'd felt it. Today it just felt like being sat on by a giant weighted blanket in nebulous creature form.

He watched Axinite set a tray of cookies down. They smelled heavenly, but he had his concerns. What if they had truth serum in them? What if they had those weird youma bug things they jammed into the ears of insubordinate agents?

...What the hell was he thinking? Why was he having rampant terror surrounding his own side? That was not good. Where did the trust go?

It was at that moment that he realized that Axinite had said something to him. "I'm early?" he asked. He didn't doubt it but it came as a surprise all the same. He cleared his throat, shook his head, and tried to compose himself. "My apologies. Everything is... well, if I may, may I ask why I've been called here? I am unaware of what I may have done to merit this summons." That was a lie, he was fully aware, but Axinite had a certain disarming demeanor that had him wondering if there was another purpose entirely to this meeting.

"I see," Paracelsian murmured. His file was a bit old, yes. Maybe. "Ah, yes, aspirations... I suppose I should have some of those after being in the Negaverse for this long, right?" He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I suppose, even since my lieutenant days, I've wanted to... clean up the Negaverse, inside and out. Head off trouble at the pass, both from internal and external threats." That much was true, at least. Granted, the definition of "trouble" probably differed between him and other agents, but the point was the same: he was going to find people who would hurt the organization and remove their influence.

Ah, yes. "How" was the troublesome key word. Careful word choice was vital. "I want to keep closer tabs on our agents. Some of them have... rather worrying ways of thinking. Not so much in terms of senshi sympathy or the desire to defect, but more in terms of how they think the Negaverse should be run. Their methods are inefficient, to say the least." That seemed a neutral enough line to walk.

Paracelsian might have blinked at the notion that he hadn't signed up for an operational branch. He'd been so busy mucking around with the database and doing intelligence-type work that he'd forgotten to actually register for a branch. "Right... the branches. My apologies for neglecting that part. I have been doing some intelligence work with the database and related research, so I think that the intelligence branch would be a natural choice for me." Would he be marked down for that right away? Probably.