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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2022 7:31 pm
“Aquamarine asked me to help with the mission,” Kamacite announced to the small room in Negaspace where the others were planning and working on strategy. At least as best they could without Aquamarine babysitting them. And Aquamarine didn't exactly ask, but it sounded more polite to say he did.
The announcement itself was probably what someone would expect from Kamacite. Quiet. A little unsure of himself. But he held himself upright with determination. He had too many people in this single room that he didn’t want to get hurt. If there was a little bit he could do to help, then he would do it.
“I know I’m a late addition, so I’m going to assist whoever needs it when we’re actually fighting. I would like everyone to have a signal or word or something that can let me know when to use my magic, and everyone else to get away, please. My stronger magic burns if you’re too close,” he explained, and cast a glance to those around him in silent reassurance.
Maybe he wasn’t their first choice of additional backup, but being underestimated was how he made it as far as he had. General Bloodstone looked up from where he sat at the table in the small room, sipping at some coffee that Roselite made for him before joining the rest of the team for whatever meeting they planned to have. It already looked dire, but he trusted his own skills, and he trusted Carnallite’s as well.
If another Corrupted Senshi was joining the group, that was fine with Bloodstone. They could use some extra fodder.
He didn’t say anything yet. He wanted to see what the others had to say about the the new arrival. As far as he was aware, no one really knew who this Senshi was, anyway. Just another face in the background.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2022 7:44 pm
Faustite remained quiet through his friend's short introduction, though he relaxed somewhat for having him. Regardless of what others thought of Kamacite, his magic shouldn't be underestimated. The right combination of flashbang and burn could kill someone, or incapacitate them long enough for Bloodstone to put that pick through their skull.
The rest had yet to arrive, so Faustite waved his friend over. He picked a spot on the side of the room where a fireplace would have been, and brought up an uncomfortable-looking chair whose upholstery slowly burned off beneath him. He'd broken the back off of it, and balanced his feet on it as he waited.
That should be everyone, then.
"Suggest we go into the Rift. If they can duplicate what happened to Aquamarine, then everyone should be familiar with fighting without teleportation. Could use the Colosseum close to the entrance, avoid youma interference. Tag team each other, swap partners, finish by fighting one of the stronger youma as a team."
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2022 8:22 am
“Firebrand! Sunbeam!” Albites utter joy at seeing SunnyD not too far off from his Boss-on-fire. Sauntered in, up, and stood himself close enough to listen in. Excitable to the point of being distracted. For all that he remembered bits and pieces about — something something — strategies — something else — meet here, do a team thing.
Get Jet?
As the others filtered in he recognized..some of them, maybe? Cast a glance around, occasionally, though it didn’t linger long. Kept straying back to the two bright spots in the room, like it was drawn there, moth to a pair of flames. He was as ready to listen as he’d ever be. Good to go along nice n easy with any details they worked out.
Cause he’d been promised he’d get to punch cool s**t, dunk on an enemy, and look good doing it. Was free, even, to take names and tear them outa their still screaming throats with his teeth.
All of it had sounded like a damn good time to him!
—-
Prehnite thought it was just fine Kamacite had been added on. Was grateful, even. As it was likely the smartest thing Aqua could’ve done. Adding experienced eternal to the team where they previously lacked one.
Jet had chosen a small trusted cloister of those who he believed wouldn’t ******** him over. For Aqua to be making game changing calls so late into it? He hoped for the best. Even as he heaved a cautious sort of sigh and prepared to hear of the worst. Everything was in motion — there was no undoing what had been done.
They would adapt…it’d be fine.
“Early or late Kamacite, I imagine we're all happy to have you.” Prehnite smiled, peeled himself from the brickwork, like some quiet clinging vine, and joined the rest while he chewed over a ‘word’. An appropriate signal worth summoning Kamacites powers with.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 10:03 am
Looking at Cymophane, no one would think the situation they found themselves in was anything out of the ordinary, unless he happened to like those sorts of things. (Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t. Few people in that room would ever know.) He wore his typical smile, bright and bubbling — in good spirits despite Aquamarine’s many attempts to drag the mood down with his doom and gloom.
Not that Cymophane wasn’t worried about Jet, but… he still felt good about their chances. That Jet was alive for the rescuing meant things had gone well so far. They got through the hardest part: capture instead of death.
Cymophane bounced his way over to Kamacite, which took him near Faustite, too. The room was small, the crowd smaller, which made it easy to log faces. A Lieutenant he wasn’t familiar with, but definitely saw at some point during their mission into the Rift. The Captain with the mean face he knew Kamacite didn’t like, except apparently that Captain was a General now. Albite. (Good. He seemed to know what he was doing, and he was fun while he did it.) Another General, this one Cymophane hadn’t encountered before, but one he knew was trusted by the Queen.
“Normally I’d be all for a trip into the Rift,” Cymophane said, “but I think Aquamarine might actually explode from rage if he had to set foot in there right now. I mean, I guess we could do it without him…”
Then he’d probably still explode, but none of them would be there for it.- Carnallite sat with Bloodstone. As the lowest ranking member of their team, she was aware that some might look at her and expect a liability, but if they were dealing with people who had the means to stop teleportation, that she couldn’t do so on her own wouldn’t prove to be a detriment so long as she knew how to fight.
She had no doubts and few concerns. Bloodstone told her where to be, and so she was there. All she needed to know was who she’d likely be up against. She’d look to the database for what information it held and figure out the rest as it came to her.
Tipping her chair back on its hind legs, Carnallite surveyed the group. Bloodstone was a d**k and liked to pretend he had no idea who people were, even when he’d worked with them before, but Carnallite had a small catalogue of faces tucked away in her memory. She knew the Eternal Senshi from the Rift mission. He might not have impressed her, but he was certainly qualified enough for the task at hand. If he could lead a team through the Rift, he could determine the best method to utilize his magic.- Though Aquamarine had no intention of babysitting anyone, he felt the need to show his face, even if it meant little more than glaring at the floor, or at the opposite wall, or at the ceiling, all from his place near the door, where he leaned back with his arms over his chest.
He looked slightly better than he had in Kamacite’s office, like he’d actually managed to find the time to wash his hair, maybe, even if it still fell out of the messy ponytail he kept it in. His cape was still missing and he hadn’t bothered to fasten his jacket yet, but he was alive and present.
He didn’t want to be. Present, that was; he only cared about being alive so long as Jet was still breathing. Jet had faith in this group, but Aquamarine only had faith in Jet, and in himself. He expected the usual quibbling, and a great deal of time wasted making plans and preparations for something that required them to act on the fly.
But Kamacite was there because he requested it. Kamacite could have refused to help at all, just to spite him. Aquamarine wouldn’t have blamed him. (Hated him? Yes. Killed him? Yes. But blamed him? No, not really.)
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 5:36 pm
Lopezite had no real connections within the group; he knew of them from brief encounters and missions, but he hadn’t spent much time with any of them on a personal level. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Jet would have chosen so many of the same that Queen Laurelite did when she was gathering soldiers for her own mission, but considering how well that had gone he was optimistic about this one.
He was quiet, not for lack of things to say but because he didn’t think he was the best candidate to be sporting suggestions or ideas. He’d never led a mission of his own, and from what he could see he knew there were more qualified agents–and Senshi–already.
Kamacite was a welcome addition, and he smiled in greeting the same as he had when coming face to face with everyone else. Here, he listened more than he spoke, because this wasn’t his mission. He’d agreed to help, and that meant that he’d do what he needed to see Jet’s plan succeed. He assumed he’d handpicked someone to lead them in that so he’d been expecting just to follow orders.
“I’m not opposed to training in the Rift,” he said, but he considered Cymophane’s words and Aquamarine’s comfort, and–well, if they weren’t going to go together, he supposed that might have defeated the purpose of training together. “But if they could stop teleportation before, what if they’ve figured out how to do more since then?”
What if they could stop teleportation, could repel youma, could dismiss weapons, could block magic–he didn’t know. He could hope that their device would block their own abilities in some way, but if they’d been developing this thing to hurt the Negaverse, he couldn’t even put faith in that.
“If we wanted to train together, would it be a lesser idea to suggest finding some place in Destiny City and practicing out of uniform?”
They wouldn’t have Metallia’s strength, or her abilities, or her weapons, but what if they didn’t have access to those anyway?
“I’m fine with anything,” he added, because he was agreeable and would go along with whatever they thought was best. He’d been transparent about his abilities and made sure they knew what he was comfortable with and what his abilities were–he had a big, sharp sword, and he knew how to fight with it. His youma was as much owl as it was tiger, but larger and more ferocious, and with a few extra pieces. It had a scream that was great against enemies, but probably not desirable when in close quarters with allies. He wasn’t afraid of anything, and he was there to wrangle a Knight’s summon.
Aside from that, he was easy going enough that it was obvious he could fit into whatever role they needed of him. His eyes returned to Kamacite, glad to see him alive and well, if not still looking a bit nervous. “How far away from you does everyone need to be? I can’t say I’m much in the way of suggestions, but they can’t know all of us there. Is there a name we could call out that would work as a signal? Just some mineral, they wouldn't have to know we made it up. Just someone who’s not there, something short?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2022 7:27 pm
Kamacite relaxed just a little when most of the others offered him a warm greeting. From the familiarity of Faustite with his broken, smoldering chair, to Albite and Cymophane’s enthusiastic cheer, to Prehnite and Lopezite’s more subdued gratitude.
He kept his eyes away from Bloodstone, still uncomfortable around the now General who didn’t know who he was outside of uniform, but Kamacite knew who he was. His chest ached at the memory of the man’s hand in his chest for what could have been a very quick and easy starseed. Carnallite was too close to Bloodstone for him to look in the eye as well, but he knew her abilities from when they’d fought in the Rift together. They’d all survived thanks to their teamwork.
Hopefully they could duplicate that.
But while Kamacite had led the team, he was fairly certain it was the skill of the agents with him that got them through, rather than his direction.
This time was different. He cared about too many people on this team to let them down.
He nodded politely to Faustite’s suggestion about training in the Rift, even if the very thought of the purple haze sky made him feel ill and uncomfortable, and then politely again at Lopezite’s suggestion of fighting as civilians in the city. That, too, made Kamacite’s stomach queasy, because then they would all see how pathetic he was as a civilian. At least as an Eternal Senshi he could hide behind his robes. As Yuuri Matsunaga, well… only Faustite, Cymophane, Prehnite, and unknowingly Bloodstone knew how much of a fighter he wasn’t.
“What does Axinite think about all of this?” he asked, because it was probably important to know what the General King in charge of the Information Branch thought about their mission. - “I was under the impression that only this room and the Queen know about the mission,” Bloodstone spoke up from where he sat beside Carnallite. He had no interest in training with any of these people. He never had to train with them before, and he wasn’t planning on training with them now. They were lucky that he was even there.
Lucky for them, the Queen knew he was part of this mission and helped pull some strings to make sure he wasn’t stuck being on call for the hospital. It was convenient that the Negaverse owned his place of work.
“Unless we’re signaled otherwise, we’re better off waiting for that youma of Jet’s to locate and deactivate whatever is keeping that aura field around the building. If we all show up without being able to immediately get to Jet, what’s going to stop them from executing him? We’ll turn a rescue mission into a body retrieval.” - Whatever Bloodstone said after basically saying that Axinite didn’t know was dulled to Kamacite’s ears. His face had blanched as he looked from Faustite to Cymophane, and finally to Aquamarine whom he was surprised didn’t tell the General King everything as soon as possible.
What if there was information he could give them to help?? Just because Axinite got overwhelmed with how much he cared about everyone, it didn’t make him any less capable or valuable. Especially now.
“We should tell Axinite,” he mumbled mostly to himself, because if they didn’t… what were they going to miss? What if they ended up like Axinite’s old team because they didn’t have all the information available?
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2022 2:41 pm
He heard Cymophane, but he didn't immediately reply; it was odd, thinking about someone else exploding. Usually he was the one exploding. In a very obvious, physical way.
And then exploding. In a shower of black sort of way.
If he had a response, it was lost to the moment. Faustite looked across the room, past everyone, past the blank wall opposite him. He was still, for a moment, then a minute. Then Lopezite spoke, and the silent spell broke like a cobweb.
"Can only play human for three hours." Faustite fanned his fingers out. "Can do it your way if that's enough." His hands clamped down on the wedge of stool between his legs, over a part that smoldered slowly. He looked from Lopezite to Kamacite, then Bloodstone when he spoke next.
Axinite didn't know — wasn't that something.
"Sounds negligent." He sat back, crossed his legs on his seat, secured his ankles with his hands. Was always hard to fit bulky boots into that position, but for all his want to pace, fidgeting with it gave him something to do.
"Aquamarine. Assuming you're de facto commander with Jet indisposed. Yours is the final say."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2022 7:10 pm
Cymophane huffed and blew his bangs out of his face, then offered Kamacite a smile of apology — not because he was sorry about anything in particular, but because he felt bad that Kamacite clearly took issue with secrecy in regards to Axinite. Cymophane, on the other hand, understood Jet’s reasoning. Or he thought he did, anyway. Jet didn’t want to worry his superior officer when said superior officer already worried about enough as it was.
The Queen agreed with the request. Even if Cymophane felt a bit remorseful, that agreement was enough for him.
Once they got Jet out, Jet could apologize to Axinite himself.- Tired violet eyes slid from the far wall to Faustite. Aquamarine swallowed down the first biting remark that jumped to the tip of his tongue. One hand gripped the opposite arm so tight he could feel the change in circulation.
“We won’t be going into the Rift,” he decided, tone as tolerant as he could make it when he wanted to swear and spit insults at every last one of them, simply for being there when Jet wasn’t. “We need to be available at a moment’s notice, in case circumstances change and Jet needs an immediate recovery.”
They couldn’t do that from the Rift. As civilians, maybe, so long as they were paying attention to any notifications via their communicators. Aquamarine didn’t like the idea much either, particularly because it meant allowing these people to know him as a Lovely, which only seemed tolerable when there was alcohol involved.
“If you want to train in the city somewhere, fine, but I don’t see how the accommodations we have here wouldn’t work just as well. Don’t argue with me on it, I’m not in the mood,” he warned them. “Jet chose all of you because he trusted you to be able to manage with limited information and minimal preparation.”
Easing into his speech, Aquamarine loosened his grip on his own arm. His gaze drifted to Kamacite. Though a troubled frown marred his features, Aquamarine could not allow himself to agree with the Eternal.
“We won’t be telling Axinite either. Not yet, anyway. If Ganymede changes her mind and decides to kill Jet before we’ve found whatever it is she and her minions are hiding, I’ll go to Axinite myself. Or the Queen. Or all of them, if that’s what it takes.”
To save Jet, he wasn’t above begging.- Carnallite’s chair tipped precariously, but she recovered quickly and went back to balancing on the back legs. Where they trained, if they bothered or not — it made no difference to her. She was there to do a job. She trusted what training she already had to prove herself equal to the task.
Bloodstone wouldn’t have brought her along if he had any doubts.
Better her than Roselite.
“What do we know?” she asked. “Bloodstone said Jet got himself captured, that the White Moon’s been working on something related to your little tête-à-tête with the Jupiter Knight, but Jet didn’t have much in the way of information before he left, just hunches and suspicions.”- Whether or not the Lieutenant meant to sound as if she were questioning Jet’s judgment, Aquamarine took it that way. He glared at her, clenched his teeth around another snappy reply, and only spoke when he had some measure of control over himself.
His usual aggressiveness would help no one in this situation, least of all Jet.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t constantly two seconds away from biting their heads off.
“They’re keeping him in an uninhabited building to the west of the city,” he said, making every effort to seem detached. “You might know it. Used to be a fancy hotel. After that it was a mental hospital, until they had one too many scandals and had to shut down. It has the sort of reputation you might expect from an old, derelict building.”
Aquamarine shifted against the wall, tried to make it a more comfortable spot from which to dispense information, but it was rough and cold against his back, even through his uniform.
“Kids like to sneak in and hunt for ghosts, but Ganymede and her gaggle of Jupiter knights have been keeping the area clear. That’s a lowercase k, for anyone who’s a stickler like Jet.” In his melancholia, the joke fell flat. Perhaps it would have even if he were in a better mood. “Layout hasn’t changed much over the years. There’s a large lobby on the ground floor we can draw them to if we want them out in the open, but be prepared to fight in close quarters with minimal lighting if they make use of the rooms and halls. Watch out for debris. There’s bound to be s**t abandoned all over the place.”
Again, his gaze shifted — from the agents and senshi who were to be his teammates, to the wall, to the floor.
“Whatever device or weapon they’ve got creates a dampening field around the entire property, all the way out to the gate. While it’s in place, there aren’t any auras, and there’s no teleporting in or out. If it works the same as the smoke bomb that b*****d Sessrumnir used on me, you wouldn’t be able to summon your weapons back if you’re disarmed. Most other magic seems useless, too. Arles can get in and out undetected, and his connection with Jet hasn’t been cut off, so there’s at least one flaw in the dampening field those idiots don’t know about. If Arles does his ******** job, we won’t have to worry about any of that, but if s**t goes wonky while we’re there, that’s why.
“We won’t know exactly who we’ll be up against until Jet and Arles decide it’s time for us to go in,” he continued. “Based on who’s been coming and going, potential targets are as follows: Ganymede, Valhalla, Sessrumnir. They’re all in the database. If you need more info on them, I’ve encountered all three. There’s a Page of Jupiter known as Empyrean, a Knight of Venus known as Palatine, an Eternal Senshi we suspect to be known as Oberon, a Super Senshi known as Perdita, an unidentified Mauvian, and a Knight of Saturn has shown his face recently. The one who’s been harassing everyone about Lysithea.”
He paused to level Faustite with a disapproving stare. Jet had opinions on the subject; Aquamarine tended to agree with Jet on the things that annoyed him.
Now wasn’t the time to discuss it, so he left it at that.
“They might be pooling their resources. Birds of a feather, and all that s**t,” he said, moving on before he could be further derailed. “No matter who’s there when we go, your job will be to keep them away from the Princess while Jet and I subdue her. Kill them if you want, I don’t care. Just don’t let them intervene. We won’t be there long. In and out before backup arrives. Try to keep the building intact. I want it when this is over. Unless Jet dies, in which case you’re free to raze it to the ground, preferably with Ganymede and the rest of them still inside.”Quote: Sorry for this wall of text. emo
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2022 11:53 am
The nearly forlorn look that Kama got cast. How Prehnites brief dance with passible joy dipped with the revelation of how little the other knew.
Was it any surprise, though?
How could it be. What time was there for the brightly swathed Senshi to have been told the most pertinent details. Hearing Aqua go on -- tightly strung -- and in no damn mood. Reed wondered if Aquamarine had 'ordered' or 'asked'? What new piece of information he'd learned which had deemed the addition of another body to the equation.
"It's only negligent if you think Axinite wouldn't talk us out of it entirely. If he'd have anything new to add? General King or no...Ganymede is an old problem and she existed before his tenure here began." a shrugged statement, as he glanced from Kamacite to Faustite. Made only because he'd believed from the start that it all had the trappings of a suicide mission. Like so many missions before. Though he wondered that Jet hadn't mentioned the lack of Axinite to the others. If he should offer up an apology on Jet's behalf, though he was sure the other wouldn't.
For all the sense it made to involve the other Soverigns. For all that the plot involved something that could affect them all? It also felt strangely personal to him. Not quite revenge, or as rogue as a vendetta, but also? It was ******** Ganymede.
Prehnite imagined if it'd been anyone else, how that might've made things different. He almost wished there would've been a few more there, listed off of Aquas list. Enough to warrant a bigger operation. Enough to demand the mount of an army, instead of an elite tactical group of Jet and Aquas chosen few.
At the mention of a Saturn Knight going on a 'spree'. He frowned, severely, in all his time there. Saturn Knights, they were. In his profound opinion. The absolute worst.
At the mention of the local...
"If we're to stay here, tablets on hand waiting for the pin to drop. Then we've an entire dilapidated city to play 'teams' in. As civilians, if need be, or as agents proper." Curious glance around, as he let all of Aquas words sink in. Ran them over piece by piece and processed. There was a lieutenant amongst them. They'd be somewhere confined. Tight quarters spaces. Prehnite could almost picture it in his mind. A mental mockup of Aquas description; only marred by the fear that Jet could be in some hidden broom closet just out of reach...or some abandoned padded cell. All lock, no key.
Just because they would be able to make their way in, didn't mean he could get out to them. Didn't mean he'd be so easily found. If he was too injured...unconscious....a corpse.
"Endless ramparts of an eroded space just outside this castle that we can make a mess of. Shout, slash, destroy....or practice at keeping whole...I'm sure General Faustite might know a place or two? Maybe somewhere similar to this structure we can mock up a battle in...Do we have the blueprints for Jet's holding place on hand?" and maybe...maybe Kamacite could have his communications with Axinite proper? It wouldn't be too suspicious to request a map - to ask about an old building.
How he wanted to ease one's worries while supporting the others. Peaceably. ----- Kama wanted to tell Axinite? Cool! Except Aqua didn't want him to..so..not cool? Albite didn't want Axinite to stop them, but if Kama thought the guy should know?
But if Aqua didn't...
Everyone had an opinion. A suggestion. Albite tsk'd at the new info, watched half the people in proximity to him fidget; then sighed and swayed off on his own musings while things got sorted out. While they all passed words around about how to best go about counting their 'abc's', or decided on primary letters for their plans.
Kept his thoughts in his own head.Well, most of them.
"Pssst...you should pick 'Pineapples', Kama. No one expects Pineapples. Especially not the upside-down kind." random non sequitur cast at a half whisper while he circled round their group, outpaced his own energy. Then dipped away and ate the space of the room at a casual pace.
At least until he'd wound his way over to Aqua, hovered in his periphery. Stared. He looked like a pile freshly washed unhappiness. Worse than when he'd been wounded, somehow? Looked over too - the one who'd suggested they mill around the city as civilians. Shrugged. N found a wall sturdy enough to lean on while he assumed the posture of a lazier than average bear against it.
Because the part of the information that mattered most to him? Wasn't the people, or numbers, or *teamly-togetherness-time*. Aqua stabbed things like all the other people who stabbed things. N' Cymo did Jaguar s**t, Kama was a solar beam. Faustite. Knew his heat as well as the back of his own hand. Better than skin grafts and burn scars. If they told him what to punch, what to lash down? He'd do it. Had to play it simple n' easy. Otherwise he knew he'd get it all tangled up into a mess in his own head.
Their enemies, his own team. Chess pieces on his checkerboard -- better to leave it all be, for the people who actually knew strategy.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2022 8:38 am
Aquamarine looked rough. This whole thing was probably hitting him pretty hard, reasonably so. Lopezite understood the reasoning behind staying out of the Rift just as much as he understood being ready to go at a moment’s notice. He’d been keeping an eye on things more of late, just because he didn’t want to let anyone down.
Jet left Aquamarine in charge for a reason, probably more than just out of fondness. Lopezite respected that, and if he didn’t want them somewhere, he could work with that. He didn’t need any more grief.
The secrecy, he understood. He’d been asked not to talk about it outside of this group, so he wasn’t. If Axinite wasn’t told, he supposed there was a reason, and he didn’t let his imagination start crafting ideas of suspicion or betrayal.
If there was a reason, there was a reason. It didn’t need to be more than that.
If they weren’t utilizing the General King in charge of information, they must have been comfortable with what they could access without him–and anything he had, Queen Laurelite would have had.
She knew, so that was good enough for him.
He didn’t know much about the building outside of what they’d told him; maybe he’d seen it in passing, but he wouldn’t have known where it was if he hadn’t looked it up.
With the amount of information Aquamarine had on it, and everything else, he wasn’t as worried about Axinite not being involved.
He wasn’t worried about much, though; he was comfortable enough with this group of people, and easy-going enough that he didn’t feel the need to speak up or contradict. He nodded, so Aquamarine knew he’d been listening, but he had nothing more he needed to add.
He was just ready to do his part.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2022 9:50 am
Kamacite didn’t like it. He didn’t like any of it. There were too many unknowns, and too many secrets being kept. Even if the Queen knew Jet was keeping this all from Axinite, that didn’t mean that Axinite still wouldn’t want to do something to help. Or maybe do it all himself.
Maybe… maybe that was the reason why Jet didn’t want Axinite to know. Because he knew the General King would likely take it upon himself to fix everything, even if it was under control. Kamacite bit at his lip, trying to decide the best course for all of this.
He knew he was going to do everything he could to keep the others safe. They would just have to come up with some kind of code to signal him if they needed his magic. That way they would be informed enough to escape being blinded if they had the chance.
A map would be useful, as Prehnite suggested. Aquamarine seemed familiar enough with the building that he might be able to help obtain something for them, then.
For a moment he thought about ignoring Albite’s suggestion for pineapples as his code, but eventually glanced at the other Senshi with a sad, distressed frown. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to respond to the word pineapple, but nodded in agreement. He didn’t care, as long as the others wouldn’t be hurt by his magic. - “If you decide to train, don’t get injured,” Bloodstone grunted as he rose from his seat, clearly ready for Aquamarine to finish up providing them with the information they would need, so he could take Carnallite and do his own research.
Generals that needed to train and not be able to use their own experience? Not a good start to what could easily turn into a mission gone wrong. If they needed to escape, they could teleport out, or they could study the exits of the building in case their little machine that prevented teleportation started working again.
“My word will be ‘rose’,” he said to Kamacite, because it was the first thing that came to mind. Quote: Working towards a wrap for this. Thank you all so much!
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2022 10:23 am
If Faustite had more to offer, he wasn't volunteering it. Kept his hands knit together fiercely, his jaw pressed shut. Easy enough to tell what they were each thinking.
Damn tactics, for one. Let this battle be a ******** like all the others, where people risked needless injury because it was more fun and more fitting to put agents to task without telling them necessary information. Whether they were expected to succeed or not, the room read like their chances were intentionally lowballed.
But that was fine. None of them had to come back from this mission. None of them were so important to the Negaverse that it couldn't go on without them.
"Trust you'll come up with something," he murmured as he rose. There would be no more to glean from a conversation like this. Better to just get it over with, and keep moving onward. "Be on standby in my office," he informed as he left.Quote: Thanks for the fun times, and congrats once again!
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2022 1:14 pm
Aquamarine didn’t care to engage in more conversation. He said what he needed to say; he gave them all the information he had. Now it was up to them to follow through. All they had to do was show up and engage their targets. They knew the White Moon’s weaknesses. They were easy enough to exploit.
“I can try to get my hands on a blueprint,” he said, since that wasn’t a completely intolerable request. “If we have time to study the layout, good. If we don’t…”
He shrugged, almost helpless. He didn’t like this mission any more than some of the others, but he did it because Jet asked him to, because he had something like faith in Jet, even if he had none in no one and nothing else.
“I’m sure all of us here have some experience with unfamiliar surroundings. We’ve had enough unexpected skirmishes with strange beasts that we should be able to figure out when and how to adapt if necessary. At least this time we have some familiarity with a few of our targets.”
Unlike that monstrous creature in the foggy village, or the beast Jet described over the summer. Ganymede was known to them. Perhaps none of them had faced her directly, apart from Jet, but she was not a new threat. She predated their current slate of General Sovereigns. She predated Laurelite being Queen.
Aquamarine cast his gaze around the room, from Kamacite to Prehnite to Bloodstone, and then onto the others. He noted Albite and wanted to be annoyed, but couldn’t. For all that he was a pain in the a**, Albite wasn’t fussy. He didn’t seem to require much explanation. He came when he was told and did as he was instructed.
As much as he didn’t want to appreciate anything about Albite, Aquamarine was beginning to find value in him.
Prehnite and Lopezite seemed similar — willing to do what needed to be done without requiring much direction. Perhaps they were confident in their own abilities, and in the experience and abilities of their comrades. Bloodstone might be the weak link, not because he didn’t have the necessary level of skill, but because it seemed he often did what he wanted without regard for protocol or expectations.
The Lieutenant might pose a problem, if only because of her rank. Aquamarine would prefer another General, or a Captain at the very least, but Bloodstone vouched for her. As much as Aquamarine doubted him, Bloodstone didn’t seem to be the type to vouch for someone useless.
Kamacite was effective even if he was meek; Aquamarine didn’t have to like him to see how his magic could benefit them all, so long as they knew to prepare themselves for it. Cymophane was a nuisance, but he knew what he was doing, and he was loyal enough to Jet to give his best to the cause.
That left Faustite.
With a pensive frown, Aquamarine watched him leave. Faustite continued to be a mystery to him. One moment he seemed relatively competent, and the next he gave off the impression of a moody brat. Aquamarine didn’t have the patience to pry into his head and figure out what his deal was. Jet trusted him, even after the disaster in the Rift; Jet picked up the slack for him on two separate missions and still gave him the benefit of the doubt. That had to be enough for Aquamarine.
Heaving a sigh, he pushed himself off the wall.
“My word will be Alumo,” he told Kamacite.
To the rest, he said, “I’ll be in my office. If you have any further questions, I’d prefer a message over a visit. I’ll be in touch when I receive any additional information from Arles.”
Then, without a backwards glance, he followed Faustite’s lead and left.- Carnallite listened, because that was her duty at the moment. She asked no further questions; Aquamarine gave more details than she expected, and he seemed straightforward enough to provide them with everything he knew. No secrets would be kept in this endeavor, at least not from those who would be involved. Jet was too important to him for Aquamarine to be anything but forthright with them.
After their mission in the Rift, Carnallite hadn’t known what to make of Aquamarine. He was arrogant and volatile, but not helpless or unqualified for his rank. Most importantly, he didn’t seem to suffer fools. His abrasiveness could be tempered — with time, perhaps, or developing trust, neither of which they had much of at their disposal right then.
Bloodstone knew him, or claimed he did. If he was who Bloodstone said…
Carnallite supposed it all fit. The looks. The attitude. The timing. No doubt Bloodstone would use his knowledge to his advantage at some point. For now, they need only to focus on the mission.
When it seemed the meeting was winding to a close, Carnallite stood. She glanced at Kamacite, waited until she had his attention, then said, “My word will be Orange, if that works for you.”
She wasn’t creative enough to come up with anything else. His dominant color would have to do.- “Wait!” Cymophane called after Aquamarine. “I wanted to ask you—”
But Aquamarine left, and Cymophane knew not to bother him with insignificant requests when he was stressed. Cymophane might still hold a few hard feelings after Aquamarine corrupted Reidite, but he also knew how worried Aquamarine was about Jet, and he liked his General enough to give his General’s partner some space when it seemed needed.
Instead, he turned to Kamacite.
“Do you think he’ll let me film a video in the creepy, haunted building before he does whatever he wants to do with it? I wonder what he’s gonna use it for…”
If the mission was successful and they saved Jet, he’d probably find out soon enough.
The others had already begun to leave one by one. Faustite first, then Aquamarine. Then the doctor with the b***h face and his Lieutenant friend with the equally impressive b***h face stood and made to leave. They each had words at the ready, signals to use to summon Kamacite in the middle of battle.
Aquamarine could be an awful person, but Cymophane thought bringing Kamacite along was a good call.
Smiling at his friend, Cymophane said, “We can brainstorm more in your office if you want.”
After speaking in front of everyone, he was fairly certain Kamacite would need a nice, quiet break.Quote: FIN! Thank you all!! You've been so wonderful! heart Sorry again for this huge wall of text. I want my reqs. emo
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