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 Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2021 5:26 am
It was for the best that his subordinates never informed Faustite about what had happen at the Negaverse celebration party months ago. Faustite had no reason to suspect that anything could have gone amiss between himself and his contact in Infiltration, and thus didn't hesitate in coming to Fafnir's shared office with Netherite for another assignment.
Normally, such an assignment would get funneled into and distributed among the many recruits staffing Infiltration's ranks — promising Lieutenants and Captains who had yet to show their talents, perhaps, each tasked with establishing a new identity for the dozen or so new recruits that they'd amassed during the battle. Faustite hadn't known the number of those who corrupted, but he hadn't cared to know it, either; one person in particular fell to Metallia's chaotic field, and he had every reason to ensure that she received impeccable treatment.
It was because he wanted to keep her in their ranks that Faustite went to Netherite's Fafnir's office. After rapping his superheated knuckles on the doorframe, he waited.
Surely, he thought, getting her basic needs established was second nature to Fafnir by now. It was an elegant balance between Information for establishing an identity, and Infiltration for inserting that identity into the public perception. He knew it, as he had managed personnel files before, but this one — he had to know how to act, what to tell her, if he was to bring this façade to life.whimsical blue gotta get that identity established for Lysithea~
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2021 5:26 pm
The general this office belonged to seemed to prefer his own plush office elsewhere, as well as letting someone else take care of mundane matters for him, which is why it had become, in a sense, Fafnir's office as well. He used it when it wasn't occupied, and he got access to the same things Netherite did, without needing to ask for copies. A space in the Dark Kingdom to work on Negaverse things was far more appealing to him than using his office at home, and he was not nearly important enough in the outside world to need to be more accessible than he was.
But, that did mean when people came looking for the General, it was often him that they bothered instead, by virtue of being where they expected the general to be. It meant that interruptions were more common than he would have liked... which was probably a big part of why General Netherite preferred to work elsewhere.
Finding the half-youma general at the door was a unusual surprise, though, and for a moment, Fafnir was still as he searched the youthful face for any sort of... anything about what had happened at the party. It left him standing a bit awkwardly before he remembered himself enough to swing the door wide and step back to make way for the General.
"General Faustite. I'm sorry General Netherite isn't here... is there anything I can help you with?" He said as he waved a hand at the plush leather seats before the spacious, and stupidly heavy, mahogany desk. "I can call him for you if you like."
Was this about the party? If it had been a mission, he could have just called Fafnir to his space as he had last time. Was he... reporting it to his general, for some reason? He tried to remember if he'd done anything worth being reprimanded for... He'd tried so hard, even as discomfited as he'd been, to be as polite and respectful as possible. Even with Albite making asinine comments on the side. They couldn't punish him for refusing a superiors advances, could they? He hadn't even considered the possibility, but with the other things the Negaverse condoned... he was suddenly unsure, and just a little anxious.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2021 5:44 am
Faustite either had an impeccable poker face, or he truly remembered nothing about the party. He looked up at Fafnir with the same hawkish neutrality that he often wore, neither particularly bothered nor particularly piqued. If anything, stress wormed its way into his youthful countenance that night, and made home in the way that his expression looked more severe.
"Was looking for you." Faustite wasn't sure that he'd met Netherite — might've, he supposed, but he couldn't place a face to the name. The General might've been brilliant at Infiltration-related tasks, but as someone who was never around or available, Faustite considered that a net loss. Thus, he dealt with Fafnir, and their rank difference assured him that Fafnir would be on good behavior during all their dealings. He hadn't needed to wait for Fafnir to invite him inside, either, but he took the invitation nonetheless.
He spared but one look at the leather seats before he elected to stand. He paced about the office as he spoke, never coming too close to any of the obviously flammable parts — books, tapestries, notes.
He expected that Fafnir hadn't contributed much, if at all, to the decor in the drab place. The boy knew how to keep his head down and act professional, even if he was too pretty to be on this gay earth. Better that Fafnir didn't know he was interested, so Faustite kept his attention on the matter at hand.
"Have an assignment for you. One of our dozen new recruits is coming under my command. Need you to help me set her up — want it done right, no mistakes. Already drafted her new identity, just need you to collate it with reality."
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2021 11:24 am
Anxiety wrapped boney fingers around his lungs, but Fafnir kept his face neutral as he let the general inside and closed the door behind him. The moments as Faustite paced seemed to stretch on and on, winding up his tension, until he finally spoke.
Fafnir's mask cracked enough to let his unconsciously held breath out in a rush and his shoulders loosened. A mission. Of course that's what he'd come here for. The general was too professional to do otherwise... obviously the party had been a fluke brought on by far too much alcohol and of course he hadn't needed to worry any of it was going to follow them outside of that night.
"Ah, yes. I saw the influx of new names on the rosters and heard about that battle. I've done more than a few new identities... what do you have in mind for this one?" Worked pulled his mind back into neat, orderly lines as he moved to the desk to pick up his tablet, snapping it open. "I will do my best to set up the connections you need, but without setting up the persona myself, some of it may fall outside of my reach... but what I can't accomplish, my general will be able to, so there is no worries there."
The tablets were not the easiest to take notes on unless they were flat on a desk, but Fafnir managed, typing one handed to start up a file. It would live with the other files he was currently working on, but just for this one, he added the general's name to the top of it, setting it apart. He'd come here special for this one... it was important and he'd be damned if he ******** it up.
"Is there parts of it you want to discuss?" He asked as he glanced up, finding where the half-youma officer had moved to. He looked so different this way... a completely different being from the slender young man at the party. He could only catch hints of him in the line of jaw, the length of his fingers and breadth of shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2021 8:02 am
"Asked my cat to send you the draft." Preferred not to go into details on that; it was hard enough explaining it to Haymitch. "Ana Risk. Password's her age: 25." From there, Fafnir would see the basic characteristics of this girl, a few proposed jobs, a proposed branch, and a backstory. Her characteristics covered her appearance — black hair, indigo eyes, height roughly the same as Faustite's, and age.The jobs included secretary work, "something social media related", and "governmental?". The branch he chose was Infiltration. But most interesting was the backstory.
The history in the profile described a girl who had a brother by the name of Elex, and they spent much of their lives in Destiny City with California as a common vacationing spot. Both had awakened in the Negaverse, and eventually learned each other's identities by happenstance. Then the girl was captured by the White Moon and purified, and the White Moon followed up with attempted family extermination, leaving the brother, who then had to change names. In the most recent operation, the girl was reclaimed and assigned a new name that matched up with her surviving next of kin.
"Need the basics first. Bank account with enough money for emergencies and a few months of stress-free living. Need an apartment — thinking a corner unit. Something in a building; she's social. Don't know much about jobs; need your input there. Something that works with Infiltration and gets her talking to people.
"Then I need you to teach me how to pitch that backstory." As he finished, his pacing quickened.
"Parts of her backstory are true, but parts are not. Need you to teach me how to pitch the face parts believably." He knew he had a readable face, and that he wasn't a great liar, but Fafnir didn't need to know any of that.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2021 9:16 pm
Fafnir's fingers moved as the general talked and the file came up, laying out the details he'd need. It wasn't something that would be terribly hard to execute... The Negaverse owned buildings with units he could put her in.
"Does she remember any sort of experience in the fields?" He asked, tapping his gloved fingertips along the sharp edge of his jaw in thought. "Or will she need training?"
Social Media Manager was a common enough job these days, but it required actual knowledge... so did secretarial work, to a different degree. How quickly they could get her into a useful position would greatly depend on how much she could already do, and how much she would need to learn. The bank account was easy enough as well, all standard to this sort of thing, but...
Fafnir looked up to watch the pacing young man as he laid out his final requirement and mild surprise moved in his eyes.
"You want me... to teach you how to pitch?" Pitch was so much more elegant than lie, but... Faustite was a general. He had experience Fafnir himself lacked, and yet he needed... an acting coach? He wasn't an actor... he couldn't imagine why Faustite would ask him, of all people, for this. "I'm not well trained in subterfuge... are you sure you don't want someone more... specialized in it?"
Sure, he was good at covering his thoughts and projecting an outward facade, but... could he teach that? It had come from years of experience, of necessity... He lowered his tablet to give more of his attention to the general, blue eyes following him as he paced back and forth across the comfortable office.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2021 4:44 pm
"Doubtful," he responded as he watched backwards words populate themselves on the purple screen. Then his attention trailed to Fafnir, and he watched how the glow from the tablet retraced his features in cool tones, rendering him as deathly and graceful as the dead. "She was conscripted as an existing White Moon senshi. art of the group we absconded with from the battle with the aliens." Not that senshi weren't themselves aliens, in a way.
"Met a couple of those: Nembus and Cybele." Funny how they both kept their star names. Faustite continued his pace, a hand folded up neatly at his hip while the other gestured to support his words. "Neither had memories of anything before their indoctrination. Thinking some tactical experience is conserved as rote memory; Cybele could still fight, though she was new. Guessing Lysithea will remember the nature and type of her magic as instinct, but most White Moon are self-taught. Better to supplement what she retains," he decided.
Finding her some proper training through SpecOps would be helpful, he decided. Had hardly any contacts from there, however. His firmest was Chrysocolla, who was long gone, and hated him regardless. Schörl, the progenitor of that same thread, was gone.
Brows lofted with his lukewarm surprise when Fafnir admitted he wasn't a good pick for coaching him. He didn't want a s**t job of it, if that was all the Super could offer. "If you can't do it, point me to someone who can." It was, he thought, a simple request.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2022 6:40 pm
Long fingers paused on the screen for a breath before they picked up again and Fafnir dropped his eyes back to his pad. He hadn't expected quite that response, but then he chided himself; what had he expected? He truly didn't feel he would be a good teacher for something like that, so the suggestion was only logical. Did he know someone who could? Maybe... he knew some actors in his every day contacts, but actors who were also Negaverse agents was a very small number.
"I'll have to get back to you about a coach. I need to review my contacts. I'll also need to find a teacher for Lysithea to get her up to snuff for the new job I have in mind. Give me a day or two and I'll have something for that." He said as he saved what he had so far. This would be an interesting project, more because of Faustite's interest in it than anything else. What made this one special to the general?
"Is there anything else you need?" He said finally, lowering the tablet in his hands. Maybe he could put a little something extra into this... really show how much he could do with it, and maybe earn a little extra credit for it. Something that might push him closer to his own promotion, or put him in a better position. Some days, that seemed so far away... but he was determined. He could do this. He would do it. Distractions or no.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2022 6:19 pm
"Two days, report to my office." He liked his better than this one — fewer fire hazards around an open flame. Besides, whatever Netherite was up to, his subordinate proved tenfold more useful than him. Seeing Fafnir confined by this office was a waste.
Faustite hummed as he considered Fafnir's next question. Hand on his hip, he continued to pace while he reflected. All his needs for Lysithea were met, but —
"There's a group orientation planned for the new soldiers." He spared a glance at the debonair dragon senshi. "Want them to have access to as many resources as we can muster. Want to see you there, think you have a lot to offer these recruits. Could reflect well on your file.
"Should be everything."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 2:28 pm
Fafnir rose from where he'd been leaning and smiled, something somewhere between his service smile and a genuine one. More work him, showing more trust in his abilities. Another chance to show what he could do, and what's more, make some more contacts with the newest members of their ranks. He had no subordinates of his own yet... perhaps that was something he should look in to.
"Yes, Sir." He said as he held a hand out, offering Faustite the path to the door. "I would be happy to assist. It does fall within my purview... I'm sure there is a good bit I could offer. Send me whatever information you have about the event and I'll prepare something for it. Is this a powered occasion?"
That would affect whether or not he had to plan an outfit for it... and perhaps how he'd handle himself while he was there, since his uniform was a tad on the whimsical side.
"Thank you for visiting me, General. We'll get your new recruit set up and squared away." Fafnir said, his mind already half turning back to the things he needed to organize.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2022 5:12 am
Strange to be called sir, but he didn't often associate with lower ranks. Didn't often care for formalities when he did. He considered, briefly, if he could poach Fafnir from his General — wouldn't that cause some unrest — but it would grant such a boon to the former enemies on his team. Better that they have consistent access to someone who was capable of rearranging their lives to better suit them.
Part of him was vaguely aware that it was rude to steal from other Negaverse agents. But he didn't know Netherite well, didn't have a high opinion of him, and didn't give a ******** what the other General thought if taking Fafnir gave him an edge.
He wanted this one. He liked getting what he wanted.
Shifting, Faustite nodded. "Takes place in one of the auditoriums. Evening affair. More info will be sent to your tablet." He'd need to have Jadarite type that one; Haymitch lacked thumbs, and Albite was too hamfisted and probably didn't know how to spell.
"Good," he affirmed as he stepped beyond the threshold. "Looking forward to the results." Never one to wave, he simply left, as if already swept up in other business.
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