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So it is the Senshi from before! The seven gabled hells did he end up under Faustite!?

How absolutely curious a thing. For all that Prehnite had believed the person before him once belonged to another group, another General? Likely it was to no one now, or everyone, or Faustite: lord collector of crackling shaped snack pieces and large men with even larger assets. Their King was probably a carnivore now. He probably didn't even own a single plant save Mizuki!! The mere thought made him shudder, and he smoothed that reflex out between his fingers and over his dirt-stained and deeply woodsy desk.

He'd send him a seed-a-day calendar, give him something to propagate other than forest fires. Something that did well in the heat---

It was with that better thought that he met Miyamoto's gaze with a raised eyebrow, with a small slant of a kindling-dry smirk. Gossip did spread, far, wide, slowly -- Not so slowly for some, and not if one had an in, a link, an ear to the grapevine of that gossips source. Sharing Mizuki amongst a pair of well fathered teams had quite possibly been one of his better ideas! At least that was what Prehnite was want to tell himself, forget that he'd done it mid-tantrum, selfishly, with all the greed for plants that his green little heart possesses.

He felt the right to that claim like no other. He'd found the girl after all, leaving her to that specific sort of fire was unwarranted as it was unwise. Except his lovely Zuzu had proven to be more pine -- a beauty that blossomed mid volcanic heat and raging forest fire -- than anything so dainty as her form belied. He could admit to himself that Faustite was a good leader, good for her, good for Senshi -- somehow -- ever more fascinating for being a being that worked so hard against what must have been second nature. A youma -- and Prehnite sneered at the idea of halves. Something half lion and half tiger was still *all* predator. Even if the fire-king was a far smarter one than any man had any right to be...

But he wasn't dealing with Faustite, he was dealing with---ah--all the mist pervading his office and chilling the normally humid air. His smile did twist a bit for that, he preferred his settings humid.

"Oh, don't look as though I've poured fresh cat piss into your shoes--You're an Eternal now, aren't you, or did you forget you can refuse an invite?"

A proper General would teach a Senshi more than how to murder flashily and throw up looks that could kill--- Faustite was, however, a *King* now. Prehnite had to remind himself of such, that he trod ever so lightly amongst rows and rows of sharp blades and burning fires. That he was just this side of being in utter discordance with his -- fellows.

Friends, maybe, they were all friends if Prehnite squinted hard enough. Equals though? Certainly he was no longer amongst those standings where Jet and Faustite were concerned...

Oh, how he did like them though. He really, truly, begrudgingly did like them and all their entourage.

"Remind me to introduce you to Kamacite if you haven't met yet. He's a wonderful Senshi to learn from--and if you could remind me of your name? The last time I saw you, things were rather--ah--hectic? Aliens everywhere, heads flying, an entire array of sovereigns and exploding lights..." he splayed his palms, dodged Miyamoto's question like he would teleport free of it if he could've. There might have even been a princess or two, it was hard to remember amidst all the chaos and the subsequent power high.

"I think--if memory serves? You were still *possibly* a Super back then. I don't know if you know me..." That was fine if he didn't, they would absolutely get acquainted. He had a need and Faustite had resources in abundance that were specifically tailored to his need.

Prehnite wouldn’t have called it that, a mistake, because certainty he’d wanted Miyamoto present, and he knew the man was most certainly not there by accident. Maybe subconsciously the icier Senshi had wanted to be dragged out and simply didn’t want to admit it? Though the other man’s face told him he’d rudely interrupted something—

Whether it was something important or not would be.

Ah well—next time? He’d send a text via the tablet...

The flicker of worry that he’d done something affronting slid off and into nothing between his lazily laced fingers and a single shoulder shrug to mark that he’d thought anything at all, the urge to speak on such things settling like rocks to the bottom of a pond as he listened with interest. Took notes, not only of the way Miyamoto presented himself, all wide and welcoming endearments, in spite of seeming less than pleased.

“If that’s what you would’ve preferred—I think you maybe missed some of the finer points—Not that the end of order isn’t desirable, but the amount of conscriptions we gained? The bolster of numbers that came from that singular event alone—“ he would’ve called the Justice of it all too poetic, a bolstering of numbers to make up for a loss suffered at orders hands what felt like an age ago —“but I’ve no manners at all, have I? Dragging you here in the a**-end hours of whatever time it is tonight. I’m General Prehnite, I worked closely with Wolframite, even if it was just for a moment, we were paired as captains to protect one of the generators there. I’d swear I’ve probably worked with him before, but?”

Another lazy pause and shrug that lived in the tone following a question that needed little answering. He couldn’t say, couldn’t even remember if the agent had always been a half youma or if that was a more recent occurrence? Time was such a slippery thing—

"Regardlesss--I find your recent promotion as excitable as your recent appointment to such an interesting team. It's a shame Faustite gets to pick all the cherries freshly ripe from the vine, especially when Senshi with your abilities are oh so useful for more than just---everything you've listed therein. I'm sure General King Jet likes some of that soldier-mentality though, maybe even Wolfy too? I however, have interest in you for more---science-aligned ideals. Not only to make 'nice' and 'friend', because even warmongering S deserve such things--but also to try and fight that dreaded foe known as 'winter'. Last summer we suffered a blight and now -- n the comeback -- everything is suffering. I know, I know, it's a little bit late to be broaching work topics, but since you don't expressly seem to mind?" As though Prehnite was begging the other Senshi to have a mind, an opinion, a 'just a moment' stance on things. He certainly wouldn't've taken issue with it at this point, had always enjoyed co-workers with their strong streaks and pointy points--Miyamoto would be on exception to that.

Prehnite could only stare, baleful, bland, having decided the best approach was to leave each person to their own opinion on the aspects of what Laurelite had put into motion under the guise of an 'alien invasion'-- It wasn't his job to have an opinion, not loudly at least, and what little of one he did have? It was of a joyous variety. Nearly each and every one of his newest recruits had come from that battle on the hill, any worries he'd initially had, the way they'd slowly been eroded over passing months. He worried more *now* about betrayal from the rest--from within--those who'd sat at low ranks for too long, till their minds had grown treasonous in the agencies sometimes stagnant and slow moving waters, or worse? Those who'd climbed to the upper echelon, and found the views from those high peaks less than they'd hoped for.

If Miyamoto was the warry sort? Best to let him be. They needed those kinds too, the ones who looked over their shoulders twice and were suspicious of every shadow for a blade.

"Oh, no, its hardly creepy at all. I simply come off that way---Personally? I think Faustite's wonderful, insofar as his ability to lead goes. It's just I find the fact that a half-youma has almost *nothing* but Senshi beneath him as entertaining to watch as it would be if Wolfy only ever corrupted--say--wet cats? Outwardly, the two things don't seem like they should mesh, and yet--" there everything was, meshing, blending, becoming more. Ten years ago, would things have run so smoothly? Prehnite doubted it. Things were different now, and he was as in favor of it as he was disrupting peoples daily life cycles with his own mind-numbing nonsense.

"There is no such thing as a 'decent hour' in service the Negaverse, not truly. But? You make a very good point--that point being how you should get yourself an office I can leave you samples in--What I'm working on, its a personal project, and not to sound cliche, but 'winter is coming' quickly, mind you. There's enough leftover blight-rotted areas that are still in dire need of proper re-greenifying. I can only bother my darling Iolanthe in the Rift so often--though we adore each other--she does have her own pastures to tend to down below just as I've mine here above."

Standing suddenly to rifle through drawers, another set of drawers, in the end a large pot at the back which he had to pull a bag of germinating gravel from and set aside, because somehow the reports had gotten lost in there---somehow---the few pages all stapled together listed loaminess, soil samples, acidity, etc. It looked like a chemical analysis report, but geared more towards root conditions and whatever sorts of things he'd been putting said specific roots through in a very controlled environment, a greenhouse maybe?

"I've other cold-aligned Senshi I'm reaching out to, Faustite doesn't only have the one, but it seemed easier to ask one of his expansive team than go hunting through the entire damned directory for more to see if the results varied---" he brushed dirt from the papers, smoothed them out over his own desktop and gave the black and white a very consternated once over before looking back to Miyamoto again with almost excited intrigue. "I heard a rumor Beni' was working on something too, different than this, but? I wanted to have my own ducks protected and aligned before offering up aid to anyone else.....What do you think, can I borrow you, say, a week for now to come try and freeze up a few things for me? I've never seen your eternal magic before--ah--none of your magic, actually? But that hardly matters--you might get a kick out of this---especially if it's all set up during 'decent hours' that work better for you."


The only hours he'd have available would be after school hours, or on weekends, but he was sure they could find something together if they put their minds to it.

"The Blight was----" and he capitalized the incident, trailing off mildly as he thought of how best to explain the happenstance that had occurred a few summers ago. Ida's princessing, the defeat of the creature that had caused the mess, but prior to that? A nasty ichor that had infected any number of places with a hard to clear rot. Indeed, even his own personal spaces had been effected....

My poor greenhouse...

But in the Dark Kingdom? A place absent any true weather, sun, elements, plantlife. Absent any true 'Earth' for all that it was a derelict Earth kingdom itself, reformed and remodeled under new reign and now their own. There were always risks above ground, risks in space as well, or so it seemed if any word of mouth rumor could be believed by those opposing them and the plights they faced in dead lands and rotted wonders far off. He dreamed of creating a place beyond those risks, free of outside evil entities influence (Blight beasts, void holes, the like), where his and others research could be conducted independently, in peace from such wild and varied elements.

"How about this instead? Once the place I'm working on is finished I'll invite you back again; not to my office, or home, but to the Solarium proper. Then I can show you personally what my dream looks like?" The pieces came together in his head far more easily that way, and it made sense, didn't it? Why give poor Kiyoshi something to tend to when he only had limited time and space, when Reed lacked on his own clear explanations. No, better to have things set up properly for both their sakes.

"It'll be less rude of me to do things that way then to simply drag you out...especially since we'll be able to work around both our schedules....free in the evenings..." Hearing that Kiyoshi would be willing to play along and help out was more than enough, even if it came as a surprise to him that the man's magic didn't actually revolve around ice as much as his personality and looks might've lent Reed to believed it to. "Because even if it's only a chill misting? I do find myself in need of you." Politely acknowledging the other man's potential, appreciative even, while also giving him the chance to leave. The way Prehnite realized he'd not thought things entirely through, how it was a mix of impulsive desire, and desperate whim that had made him reach out so hastily.

He could have patience though, he would---