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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:19 pm
Guinevere and Tristan had promised Jet that they would check in with Faustite, and after a good night's rest, that was exactly what she intended to do--and so it was with some delight that she brought her girlfriend to the General's office.
"Okay, so," Guinevere said, "if you've never seen him before, Faustite's what's called a half-youma--he's not all human? And he's on fire in the middle if his body? But like, it doesn't hurt him, and it won't hurt you unless you like, stick your hand in." It felt prudent to give that warning before they walked in, so Tristan wouldn't be too surprised.
She knocked on the door.
"Hi! It's Sailor Guinevere, I work under Lionel, sort of? And also Sailor Tristan, who is newly corrupted into the Negaverse! We told Jet we'd check in with you, so um. Hi, are you busy?"
....She definitely should have called beforehand. Oh well. Oops.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2022 6:15 pm
Faustite's attention shot up at the knock. Two Negaverse Basics by feel. Voice wasn't familiar, but —
The name hadn't escaped him. Lionel had this one, which meant this one was his, too. Either she was brazen enough to show up at his door without warning, or someone fumbled communications again. Even so, she wouldn't have gotten a response from him; to show up nevertheless was disrespect.
Besides. He could've been getting busy with his fiancé, or killing a traitor, or —
Doing what he was doing now. In that case, it was her loss.
"If you cared that I was busy, you'd have called." He snatched up a screwdriver from where it lay on his desk. "Enter."
Gathered on his desk were dozens off strips of metal, organized by size, and twice as many screws, also arranged by size. Next to them sat a wire brush, a grease-stained rag, a bottle of 90% rubbing alcohol, a bottle of acetone, and a bowl of what appeared to be water. Two more metal strips sat in the bowl. The room smelled of a unique mix of acetone, alcohol, copper, moondust, old grease, and salt.
Through the desk, either one could see that his grate was largely removed, and fire danced freely in his middle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2022 8:09 pm
It was…odd. Having to report to someone. Though, Tristan figured that…if this had been the case before. If she had someone to look up to in the White Moon…perhaps…
Well.
That was utterly besides the point now. And the fact that the one she was supposed to listen to and serve was…was actually literally on fire. Sure she had been warned prior but…such a warning didn’t stop the fact that her eyes very nearly popped out of her head at the sight but…
But this was fine.
“Ah…G-general Faustite. I’m Sailor Tristan, Senshi of Trust, it’s a pleasure to meet you. General King Jet said that we should check in, or…rather. Whatever. I’m newly brought into the fold to be with my Guinevere, so…I hope you’ll keep me on the right path and give me the support and advice I need to be a credit to you…ah. Sir.”
Flaming sir who was literally on fire.
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