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 Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2022 7:05 pm
There were extremely few scenarios in which Rakovanite felt it would be beneficial to have the attention of any group of people. He only had to use his eyes to see that this group of people in particular was not overflowing with allies. The White Moon outnumbered Negaverse- or any Chaos, really- two to one, and among the throng of auras, he felt heavily the harsh sting of several Knights. Very present. Significantly, significantly more notable than any similar-powered Chaos auras. As far as he could immediately sense, there was only one other.
Rakovanite stared at the eternal as the gathered group began to wander their separate ways. Some joined the robots in their welcoming event, some turned away toward decaying structures. But the Negaverse senshi was still here.
He puffed out a stiff sigh. He wished this girl had stayed quiet, unobtrusive, until they had had a chance to decide amongst themselves how they were going to handle this plane of existence and the obvious enemies they were surrounded by. He wished she hadn't brought any unnecessary attention to herself. Their kind didn't need any more attention than their presence among the White Moon already provided. But she had. She had decided her duty was to try and make the White Moon pick a fight with their known ally and the entity that had transported them there.
Approaching her felt like a risk. He hadn't recognized anyone in the group. No one he'd ever faced or terrorized, so they likely wouldn't know Rakovanite. But they would know her. She was the one who'd Opened Her Mouth to try and turn people against one another.
She was still the only one on his side with enough ability to defend more than herself. And Rakovanite felt compelled to corroborate with an ally he could rely on to protect Diasporite, Andesine, and Narcissus. The later of which hung too closely to Rakovanite for anyone to misinterpret his allegiances, despite not being Negaverse.
"Wait here," he murmured briskly to Narcissus, passing him one of the set of two earrings he kept on him specifically for such occasions. Rakovanite didn't know the Negaverse eternal at all: had no idea what her stance on the Dark Mirror was, and he wasn't of a mind to make it a point of interest immediately. Other things were more important, like how they were going to deal with this- But if he was to be stepping away from Narcissus, the earrings at least made it so he would know if someone was harassing the other man. Just in case. It definitely didn't seem impossible, given how many enemies were around, despite the group's apparent minimal interest in instigating actual combat.
He strode from Narcissus' side and moved towards the eternal with extremely obvious intent. Rakovanite didn't know her. Wasn't sure he'd seen her anywhere before- and standing in front of her, he was actually quite sure he'd never seen her before. "We have never been introduced." His voice was low and quiet, tinged with a very slight Indian accent. "But given the circumstances, this seems an appropriate time to become acquainted. My name is Rakovanite. You have had interaction with that-" He notched his head slightly to where the strange man had last been. "-with 'Kurma' before?"
Rakovanite knew very little about him, either. But he had seen Kurma once before, and had not been impressed by it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2022 9:35 pm
Chrysocolla hadn't been expecting the General to approach her -- she knew a few Generals, and they tended to be... insular, maybe. That wasn't the right word, but 'unstable' wasn't right, either. She saw it in Eternals too; something about that kind of power level, the time it took to gain that power, made people strange.
She wasn't counting herself out of that, either. But, she thought, at least she was approachable. Probably? Even if she wasn't approachable, at least she was straightforward most of the time, which not enough people were.
So when he did start approaching her, she was fanning through her thoughts to see if she recognized him -- but there was no name coming to mind, which mostly just meant they'd probably never met, and he'd never been written up in a way that meant she'd see it in her Database-searching. Fine. It meant he was probably good at following the rules and being sort of normal, and she liked that.
"Sailor Chrysocolla," she said, with a tip of the head and slight angle of the body enough to barely resemble a bow. "But -- yes. I read the Database a lot? Especially the stuff that's years old, because sometimes people show up again, so it's good to know. And I saw him, I didn't recognize his aura, I read up on him, and I spent a few weeks tracking him down. He's been around for a while, but there wasn't anything that sounded like him for years and years, so I think he must've left and come back."
Chrysocolla shrugged. She looked petulant enough, although it was a bit of a childish expression. "Then I got his guard down, and tried to take him to Negaspace, so I could get more people involved to investigate him once I got there; I figured I'd take his starseed and put it back in after, so he wouldn't be conscious and annoying for me dragging him to a cell. It didn't work. He teleported out of there, which he shouldn't even be able to do." She shook her head, frustrated even recalling the memory; frustrated even recalling the weight of Metallia's gaze, and the weight of her own failure.
"I don't think he actually wants anyone to get hurt? Before I tried to take him, he was nice to me. But he's pretty useless when it comes to doing anything but talking."
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