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On the outside, Mirzam put a gentle smile on her face. She could pretend to be careful and reassuring, and give a little aid and comfort to the pretty captured Senshi before and after she was corrupted.

On the inside, though, there was nothing but glee. The powerful glee of victory achieved, and the knowledge that nothing could take it away from them now. Not when they had delivered the pretty Senshi to Negaspace, and to Axinite, practically decorated with a bow.

"It's alright," she said, voice soft and gentle as she moved behind Pavo, resting her hands on her shoulders--light, for now, but they would turn grasping if Pavo tried to struggle away. "You're safe here. We've brought you to General-King Axinite, and he's going to make you into one of us."

Cleeia was quiet. This wasn't his specialty, at all--talking to people, being charming, or whatever it was Mirzam thought she was doing. His older sister was the people person, whether that was being a charming bookseller or, apparently, laying it on very thick when informing someone they were coming tot he dark side. Or whatever Mirzam thought she was doing.

It seemed pointless, to him, since whatever the Senshi thought about the issue, she was going to be corrupted, but he held his tongue. Mirzam did whatever she wanted, anyway, and being critical of his sister in front of a General-King seemed like a bad idea for the both of them.

Axinite wasn’t used to having so many people in his office, but it didn’t faze him enough to leave him squeamish or impractical. Corruptions could take a lot out of a person, and he always seemed prepared to handle them as best he could. He had a tray of cookies out on his desk, a few slices of fruit, and an energy drink.

While the group had settled and given their thoughts to their soon-to-be ally, he had made his preparations--and helped himself to an energy drink.

Papers were neatly organized on his desk, and the room itself might have been comfortable if not for the overwhelming presence of chaos.

He felt right at home. Pavo, probably not so much.

“I recommend you don’t fight,” he said as he approached. “We’ll take care of you from now on. But fair warning, the more you resist, the more it will hurt.”

He adjusted the glove on his hand as he stepped forward. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to save you.”

Axinite offered her a hand, as if he meant to help stabilize her, even as he was preparing to shove his hand into her chest and steal away everything she’d been before she entered this room.

He must not have thought her a threat; he was a General King and fully capable of handling himself even if he hadn’t been surrounded by other officers.

Stepping back, away from Pavo, he raised a brow at her. "I chose this, willingly. What I didn't choose willingly was a cat bringing me into this war. I changed sides by choice, because I wanted the power of a choice - something your sides cat took from me." Casual as ever he spoke, leaning back against their general kings desk. One hand reaching out for a slice of orange, he was a bit hungry, and slipped the thin slice of orange fruit past his lips as he watched.

"Don't worry, it won't hurtt for long. Soon you'll be right as rain and on the proper side of this conflict." Words spoken before he started to silently chew on the slice of fruit he'd claimed as his own. He knew most of the food on offer was for Pavo, and not himself, but he couldn't help but be a bit hungry as well. Were to have headed stright home after the fighting he'd have gone to get himself some food. He hadn't though - he was here. So he was helping himself to a slice, maybe two, of orange.

He'd go home soon enough, once this was all done, he wanted to see the end result of their work.






(Sorry on slowness. I'd honestly figured Song should have gone first, in order, but meh. I'm tagging now. ^__^)

Axinite didn’t know what Bitter Hope was supposed to be, or what it was supposed to do; he’d come into contact with enough Senshi to know that strange phrases usually ended in magic.

But, nothing happened. He had bristled and prepared for pain, for something, but nothing happened.

Pavo still had fight in her, and that was dangerous. He’d been nice. He’d given her fair warning.

She’d been encouraged to relax and just let it happen, and if she hadn’t taken that to heart, that was on her.

Axinite’s hand pushed into her chest with ease, and he trusted that Mirzam would hold her while he finished this.

“Relax,” he said repeated, firmly. His hand clenched around her starseed and he pushed Chaos into it. He didn’t do it with spite, or intent to hurt, but it was painful all the same. No matter how skilled he was, it would always hurt.

More, if she kept fighting.

“You’ll understand more when this is over.”

The transformation was fascinating to watch. Mirzam took in every bit of it with wide, fascinated eyes; she wanted to remember this moment, and keep it forever. This was the moment that she made a choice she would never be able to take back, and she knew that well.

Bringing someone into the darkness was a terrible thing to do, in some ways, she supposed. After all, this feisty little Senshi would be blacked out and rewritten, and there was something nightmarish about knowing that was a possibility. But the beauty of it all was, Mirzam knew it could never happen to her. She had, after all, chosen Chaos first, and that meant that no one was ever going to override her. And anyway, this was so much better than the alternative, which was a terrible, wasteful death.

So as the girl's uniform went dark, she kept her hands steady against all resistance, only loosening her grip when it was all over and their quarry was fully transformed. When that happened, her hands shifted from prison to support, and her voice was soft and sweet as she spoke.

"Hello," she said, gently. "Do you know where you are? Or who you are?" Important questions, to establish a baseline. Her eyes flicked briefly to Axinite, and then to Miyamoto; she hoped she wasn't insubordinate in speaking up.


Cleeia couldn't watch. He knew he should, and he should pay attention, and he should remember this, because it was important, but he couldn't bear the weight. He couldn't bear to see Pavo be stolen from who she was, erased and changed and made anew. Mirzam would have to watch for both of them, and Cleeia would have to find a way to make his discomfort as non-obvious as possible. He didn't want to turn Axinite's eye the wrong way; he had no idea what the Negaverse did to traitors or soft hearts who couldn't handle the work that needed to be done, and he absolutely did not want to find out.

So he closed his eyes, and flinched back, and hid in his hair, and hoped that no one paid him too much mind. His colors were bright, certainly, and he had little experience in trying to disappear into the background because normally Constantin wanted everyone to pay attention and listen to him because he was right, dammit, but he was going to try his best to be as unobtrusive as possible here.

This was fine. It had to be fine. They couldn't have made the wrong choice, delivering this Senshi to Axinite; or, at least, Mirzam and Miyamoto couldn't have. Cleeia preferred, even in his own head, to retreat to the safety of laying responsibility at the feet of the people he wanted to follow.

When it was done, and she asked "what," Cleeia opened his eye,s but he couldn't make his mouth work to say anything. Instead, he looked to Mirzam, then to Axinite, for guidance.