[Awa.R] The Mother of Necessity (Mier X Rak/Diesel/Gremlin)

[Shiningamisgirl]

Tenure ended and diploma collected, he’d expected something more from is little graduation arc. From being counted as grown and officially above his peers. Off the leash of a school that ran more militant than boarding - that had drilled in a cornucopia of skills that could’ve proved useful under the right sort of management. Slotted into internships and college board rooms quite nicely, been penned on applications in expertly curtailed writing pieces with references piled high from former professors.

He’d expected accolades and praise - to return home and start building a life that led out instead of hemmed him in.

What he hadn’t expected, what he’d gotten instead? Was accosted - except there were better words for what it was - and how those words escaped him in that moment - muddled mire of dizzying thoughts as he felt his pulse weave beneath too thin skin - assholes with questions - how they sounded absolutely insane - how some of the faces before him had appeared familiar just before they’d dragged him off into the darkness.

Woke in an abandoned space - wide rosette eyes that stared up and met madness and seethed anger of those around him.

All of that which had shifted into other when he found himself facing freaks in costumes - screeching about dark towers and evil plots.

Psychotic, the lot of them, clearly. He opened his mouth enough to tell them so - caught ringing of sound in his ears, harsh bone and flesh across his face, and saw a flash of stars for his trouble. Apparently they did t appreciate his honesty.

Mier tasted copper and realized they were serious. That ‘this’ was very, very real, and that they were very, very serious about it all….  

[Indigo_Plateau]

Shiningamisgirl

"Ha. Ha. Ha." Gremlin's raspy, nasally little laugh was soft as he stared down from the grate flooring of an overhead walkway toward the ground below, where a scrawny little human was finding himself faced with the wrong side of two senshis' fists. He'd never seen this lot a day before in his life, could tell immediately that the boy wasn't destined to be like one of his aggressors- that was half his job done, with just that deduction.

The rest was in process, concealing his senshi and general's auras from detection by those below, and maybe silence should be just as much a precaution.

But Gremlin couldn't help but laugh at how ******** predictable this species was. If there was even a shred of thought that someone might be working with the other side? Violence. Violence against a boy hardly more than a child. An aggressive, ugly species. "Look at them," he hissed softly, tilting his head back to stare at Cervantite as he said it. "Humans can't keep themselves from punching anything that doesn't agree with them. Lookit that poor, sad little soul, has no idea what they're talking about. Would they believe him even if they let him speak? Doubt it. Ha. Ha. Ha."

Cervantite shifted uncomfortably from where he stood behind the Mauvian, glancing first at Gremlin, then back to Rakovanite, then down at the scene below.

"Hey, we're supposed to, like, stop them? Mier wasn't supposed to get hurt."

He wasn't even powered! That was the whole point! The senshi had been lured in just as targets for Cervantite to show off, make the powers more appealing, a showstopper! Coveted abilities- he'd thought. Cervantite had liked Mier when they'd met. He didn't really want to see him hurt. Especially since it was Ellian's invitation that had brought Mier out, a photo Ellian had taken that allowed the White Moon to pick him out as an 'enemy.' If something went south, it would kind of be all Ellian's fault.

"We will." Rakovanite's voice was soft and low, posture stiff as he watched with a canted head and something vaguely reminiscent of a curious expression.

As far as his understanding went, Romano's students were not infrequently chosen as recruits. A General King had a hand in the direction and monitoring of students from said school, and values that benefitted the Negaverse's ambition were among core principles practiced there. Rakovanite had felt privileged to wind up with Mier's graduation reports handed to him. This was a good recruit, if he wanted him.

Admittedly, he did initially shy from the offer. Rakovanite did not usually prefer to corrupt teenagers who had barely set a toe in the real world, and he feared they may be too impressionable, easy for the enemy to sway with sweet words.

But maybe that was not an appropriate way to perceive it.

Mier in particular was eager to learn and excel, good marks in all his classes, typically well-liked demeanor. With only a few, small observances of manipulation by his teachers- that set him apart. That was underhanded, dirty, 'imperfect' to the White Moon. Intriguing to Rakovanite. He didn't look it, looked like the most delicate kitten. But even they had claws. Maybe it was appropriate then, to think that his young age just meant more time to adapt. More time to thrive in Chaos, so long as he was a manipulator, and not one of the manipulated.

So he had made arrangements to invite Mier to join him.

Ellian had stalked him to an opportune meeting point- a rave, of all things, where they could get to know each other, become friends, want to meet again. For all the structure Mier was accustomed to, he must be so eager to test his freedom? And he was. They were to meet downtown, only senshi would intercept them. Rakovanite had sent Cervantite hunting for targets: one or two stupid senshi who would follow the bait of a photo accidentally dropped off a corrupt and a scribbled meeting time on the back to find Mier.

He was working with the enemy. He knew Negaverse identities, they'd think. They'd interrogate him. That was absolutely the worst Rakovanite thought they'd do.

He couldn't have planned for them to accost, abduct, attack him. They chose such methods on their own, and Rakovanite relished in how sweet it was to see the perfect, picturesque White Moon, chosen for their wholeness, to be so disgustingly base. This was better, though. This was better because they were making enemies of themselves to a boy who had no idea what was going on. Mier would want Chaos, like Rakovanite had, and not even bother looking back at what "could" have been. If this was how the White Moon behaved, Rakovanite thought it better to let them until they'd well and shown what kind of people they were-

"I'm going," Cervantite hissed venomously as he threw his legs over the railing and dropped to the ground below. The 'thud' of him hitting the Earth drew attention, but a flick of teleportation later and he was standing directly in front of one of the senshi, his magic whirling out in a burst of heat around him as he rocketed a fist into the guy's face, sending him careening back into the warehouse side wall with a crash of metal.

The decision of timing was taken completely rom Rakovanite's hands after Cervantite jumped. A startled scream followed his brother's attack, as the two Order basics scrambled to figure out where the attack had even come from- There hadn't been any auras!

And there wouldn't be, with Gremlin nearby.

Rakovanite's teleport brought him at once from the top of the platform to scant inches behind the second senshi. The boy had an instant to turn and face him, his magic on his tongue, and hands out as if trying to cast and locate his target in the same time- But Rakovanite did not prefer to antagonize a fight unnecessarily. He snatched an arm toward the boy's chest and drew his starseed before the spell had even fully formed.

"Mier!" Cervantite was still standing where he'd landed his first punch. "Are you okay? Not too banged up?"