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 Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 4:19 pm
There had been a vague date of about 2 weeks for Miyamoto to shadow a eternal or two and return back with his evaluation of the experience. A lot had happened since that reassignment, and upon his own request, Wolframite asked if he could see Faustite when he returned with his report. While he had met and spoken to General King Jet, it was best to just approach the General himself to resolve any issues privately. There was always that concern of having a General King speak for himself when he wasn't a complete stranger to Faustite.
Regardless, he couldn't help feel a bit on edge considering it had been a very long time since he spoke to the General King. It was before the man had his new title, and despite what they had been through, he hadn't seen the general much after his youmafication and reintroduction to the Negaverse. After he got back his own name, shedding off Vitriol like a ill-fitting skin, they had resumed business separately.
A bag of popcorn kernels in hand, he went to the castle and spotted Miyamoto.
"Hello. I hope I didn't keep you waiting much."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 5:16 pm
He hadn't been; thankfully. Seeing as he was down here for work, and hadn't any plans to go out and grab energy or anything of the sort, he'd left his earrings in for this meeting. The silvery color of the white gold blended in nicely with his uniform, anc considering how small they also happen to be, they were rather inconspicuous. He wasn't aiming to stand out but he also wasn't looking to be so proper looking, as some people considered piercings to show a lack of manners or some such nonsense.
"No, not long." Nodding his head once as he pushed off the wall. "I'm honestly nervous." Because while he'd been ordered to meet with others, to shadow them, he hadn't really done that. He hadn't really gotten to, aside from that one general with pink hair. It seemed like everyone elses eluded him; muc to his displeasure. As much as he didn't want to go dealing with others he also had been given the task to acomplish, hence his displeasure.
Tilting his head as he spotted the bag of popcorn he stared for a moment at the smaller officer. "Why do you have popcorn with you?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 5:22 pm
Wolframite looked at the little gift bag of gourmet popcorn and looked up. "Present." He said with a smile. If someone was in the mood to use someone as a AC unit, wouldn't it make sense the other could be used as a oven.
"You shouldn't be too nervous. I've been at the receiving end of the worst punishments the Negaverse could give. You are no where near that kind of wrath. It will be fine." He said with a large pat to his back.
"Let's go then." He said, and started to head down the hallway towards the General's office.
Once he got near the door, he slowed down and gestured to Miyamoto to lead the call to have them entered. It was his meeting, mostly, after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 5:43 pm
"A present, ok." Nodding his head slowly, somehow he didn't think the General king would appreciate the gift. Though maybe he would? He wasn't aware fo what sorts of foods the other ate or liked, so maybe he liked popcorn. Though he was also certain that wasn't the reason for the popcorn.
He figured him looking his best, and smeeling good, was doing more than enough for this meeting. Though he still worried about those meetings, or the lack of them, he was certain two meetings was not what the General King was expecting. He was looking for more from what Miyamoto had assumed. "I hope not but everyone is different when it comes to such things." Shrugging his shoulders as he walked at the others side, taking a few deep slow breaths as they went.
Reaching the door he took a moment to look over to the Captain, soon he'd see the other a General and he knew this. He knew Wolframite would make General soon enough, the other was one to be respected and to have the loyalty of others. Hoping for luck to be on their side he raised his hand and knocked.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 5:52 pm
Faustite was tired. He was sore. He was reasonably certain that he cracked the third and fourth knuckles on his left hand, for he could not make a fist with them absent blinding pain. The bruises along his jawline darkened in color, as did the myriad ones hidden from view. Sitting in his office chair required that he shift every five minutes, lest his back ache too greatly where a well-aimed kidney shot had him pissing blood for the day.
He had little desire to be in the office that day, as with any other day, but today marked the end of Miyamoto's two weeks. He heard little from the others concerning Miyamoto's shadowing, but he hadn't been making himself available to be spoken with about it, either. What came would therefore be a surprise, and he was not particularly fond of surprises.
Rather, he hated them. They oft turned out bad.
Faustite curled his good hand under his chin as he propped his elbow atop the gothic glass desk. The knock did not go missed, but he hesitated in his response for the feel of a Captain's aura accompanying the Eternal one. He glanced to the calendar that Headache kept for him; nowhere on it did he have a double booking with a Captain scheduled. Maybe they were saying hello to each other in passing and Miyamoto was expecting to depart from the conversation. Farfetched, perhaps, because the young man seemed so disinclined to speak to anyone at all.
He supposed, then, that he would find out if this Captain would be stepping in or not. "Enter," he bid, his voice raspy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 6:50 pm
The voice brought his spine up a little straighter as he felt a wave of nostalgia trickle down his spine. It brought with it the smell of old wood, crisp winter nights, and the chilling cold that sank deep into bone. It reminded him of a offered hand, and a crackle of heat forever fed - warming through his own wet, white uniform.
Vitriol. It had been a obstacle at the time, a reminder of a privileged to return he had not yet been given by the General regardless of the Queen's youmafication.
But that was back 4 years ago. They had all changed since them - some even more by the signature blazing behind that door. The voice however, was a lot more strained than what he remembered.
Nodding, he opened the door and let Miyamoto come first, and following, he shut the door behind him.
"Greetings, General King Faustite. Pardon the intrusion." He started off, giving a curt bow of respect. As he stood up straight, his eyes focused on the man behind the desk. He looked only slightly more aged from when he last saw him, but nothing more than that. The room was warm, and he already began to feel the curse of a fully covered, layered uniform and fur.
"I thought it might be a good idea to be here today for this meeting - though you can tell me otherwise." He said, trying to be clear why he was even here during what was set up as a meeting between the two.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 7:11 pm
While Wolframite opened the door it was Miyamoto who came in first. Bowing the corrupt senshi had also noted how off the General King sounded from behind the door. Standing there, strightened up, he took the time to look over the General King before going to pull a chair out for Wolframite. While the half youma Captain was lower in rank the other had time on his side, not to mention Miyamoto's respect for the one who had brought him in.
"Evening General King, I hope you're well." Though the other hadn't sounded it really. He didn't wish ill on anyone, at least no one in the Negaverse or civilians. Order was where his worst wishes were aimed.
Taking a seat he glanced over to Wolframite for a moment before a bit of focus, a bit of thought and will, and the air about himself chilld and frost crept across the floor about his feet. Wolframite would no doubt over heat and perhaps the General King could use it as well? He wasn't sure it would be good if the other was feeling ill, unsure how the youma side of him worked and might conflict with certain things.
"I invited the Captain here, I do hope that wasn't an issue, I brought him considering the reason which led to this visit. Wolframite's return was rather sudden and unexpected." He would not have thrown a knight, and himself, off a rooftop had he known the other would turn up to see it. Though he did tend towards jumping to action against senshi and knights without too much thought; anything to hurt or kill them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 8:31 pm
The mention of his title earned a flex of his jaw, but nothing more. He motioned for both officers to take a seat. They would never be the most comfortable seats the Negaverse had to offer, for they were high backed and constructed almost entirely of metal, but the plasticized material over their upholstered seats was heat-resistant enough to withstand the fiery boy's explosive temper. It seemed worth the tradeoff that they sometimes squeaked when someone took a seat on one.
"You're back," he stated as flame eyes followed Wolframite. He did not know what had him out of service in the Destiny City area, but assumed it had to have been a mission. He hadn't looked at Wolframite's personnel files, however, even after coming to know that Miyamoto was associated with the lupine Captain for a time. There was so much to do regardless, even if his focus remained on problems of immediate concern; there wasn't time enough to devote a proper trace of Miyamoto's Negaverse lineage to the root and find out what the root had been doing.
He still wore a lot of fur, though; none of it looked shaved. Might start getting sweaty, ere their meeting run long.
"No objections," he replied to Wolframite. Then his attention shifted to Miyamoto, who saw fit to invite Wolframite without mentioning it ahead of time. While it made sense why he would want to involve his former CO, he found the lack of notice curious. It may have been that Wolframite's return was really so abrupt and unexpected as running into him near Faustite's door. Wouldn't have been time to spare Faustite the courtesy call.
Seemed Miyamoto was bringing his well-received air conditioning with him, too, and Faustite was glad for the change in temperature. Enough injuries and he was liable to put out more heat for it, which left his office more a sweltering sauna than typical.
Faustite straightened, smothering a wince when he retracted his injured hand. "Would hear where you've been, but it's best we start with Miyamoto's report."
He nodded to the Eternal. "What have you learned?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 9:27 pm
Had the General King been trying to hide his injuries he failed in it, Miyamoto was fairly certain he was trying to hide it. But as he'd been watching the other, rather closely, he'd caught the wince from the other as he move his hand. working in the field he did he was used to picking up on such things with clients, some macho men liked to try and hide when something hurt. Other people diodn't bother to hide if they were in pain. It was all about reading a person and being able to work with the pain they were in, to keep it to a minimum and not wreck them, he didn't need a client walking out and not returning. Interesting he thought, wondering what had happened to the General King. Who was it the other had tangled up with? Because surely he'd gotten injured in a fight of some sort, at least he assumed as much. After all what else could, or would, explain such an obvious injury?
Rather than verbally respond he pulled a small notebook out from where it was tucked into a sleeve of his. The long sleeves of his uniform had proved rather useful this time, normally they tended to get in the way of things, and the notebook was placed on the desk in front of the General King. "I'm afarid not much was done. My schedual didn't line up well with that of other officers it would seem. I only crossed paths with two generals and a corrupt who is a rank below myself." His notes were written in the notebook in a small, almost too small, slightly slanted font. He had as a child, not that he remembered it, learned to write small in order to fit as much information into an essay as possible. His parents would demand he write as much as he could and still fit it all into the page requierments of the teachers, without going over, so it meant he'd learned to write very small. It was a habit he continued even without remembering the reason for it.
"I took down whatever notes I could from the two generals." Which he hoped would suffice and be enough, or at least not be a total failure, though honestly he'd done mroe than he'd expected of himself in the beginning. He really was not pleased with going out to socalize.
Strickenized Gonna have to gloss over since those rp's haven't been finished, still waiting on tags and such. Think this might be the best way to properly gloss over things since I don't know what'll be talked about. While still nodding to those rp's which are in process.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 1:06 am
Faustite's attention went to Miyamoto's shifting arms, then to the notebook that was placed before him.
Oh, great. Paper. Because he's never set that s**t on fire before.
Little point in taking chances with it and risking the information. Faustite scooted his chair back a margin, then seized from subspace an otherworldly black waist cincher that was gingerly wrapped about his metal grate. Clasping it proved more difficult than at other times as he tried to avoid use of his ring and little fingers on his other hand, but he managed it just the same. Once it was in place, it was as if someone turned the heat off in the office space.
Once he scooted back into place, he had the assurance that the notebook wouldn't burn for as long as he held it. And he would need to hold it, he found as he opened it, for the writing was small enough that he needed the journal closer to his face than where it was. It wasn't the usual medium he was used to for reports, but if someone needed to jot down notes in a hurry, a notebook like this would do.
The content was accurate enough. he had no qualms for it. Miyamoto understood what was expected of an Eteranal in the Negaverse now, at least. It would be up to him to choose where to apply himself and start building up the Negaverse in his own way.
"Alright," he intoned as he shut the notebook. "That frees you from your assignment. Not expected for you to fulfill every task to the letter, but to find where you best fit and apply yourself.
"Now. Wolframite?" His attention lit on the youmafied Captain as his fist once again curled under his chin.sleet tempest snape no worries, that's a good way to lampshade it!
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 5:48 am
Golden eyes had been focused on the hand, noticing the flinch and the careful way that Faustite carried himself. It was further highlighted when the cincher came. The movement was one that worked around a hurt hand, and he wondered what had happened. Naturally one would think a fight, it was the most common cause of injury for any officer. But like many things that were often ignored with anyone of higher rank and with half-youma, it was the reminder of their own morality and humanity. In the end, even something mundane could still hurt them. Even Wolframite wasn't immune to his own limitations and he often had things slip out of claws to land on his foot.
And like the reminder of them being human in the end, even in just a percentage, he had the same inherit concerns for anyone showing pain. How he displayed it though was different, and he had to swallow a mouthful of saliva as he tried to curb down that odd compulsion his brain twisted that made his desire to help and heal translate to licking a wound. There was also that awful little mind worm that wondered what his blood tasted like. How did it compare to other half-youma, to himself, and to people in the street?
Again he swallowed.
The transaction around him was simple aside from the oversight of a paper notebook. Uploading the report to a tablet so that Faustite could look at his modified one would have been better, but that was something to have in mind going forward. There was no fixing that now.
With the forge closed for the moment (How long could Faustite last before that flame needed air? Did he overheat with that closed?) and Miyamoto cooling the room, Wolframite felt a bit of relief. He was glad he wasn't the sort to pant and the rest of his body could still sweat normally. He did however take a moment to remove a layer, taking off the jacket. Faustite continued to read and after a time seemed satisfied enough with what Miyamoto accomplished in two weeks.
Then the focus moved to him, and despite the gaze, he smiled back in return. It had been a while since they even talked, and while this was a meeting, he wished he could have just a normal conversation.
"As you can tell, I'm back. I was sent away to attend to a urgent matter with no real end date. It - took much longer than was predicted, but it was resolved." And he said this word with a heavy weight of relief. "I have been told I shouldn't be expected to go on any missions like that in the foreseeable future."
He glanced to Miyamoto and back to Faustite. "I had recruited Miyamoto. I was hoping I could have him return to my team. I'm glad you were looking out for him considering my time away." The tone was gifting more to a drained exhaustion as he tried not to focus on the stretch of brutal months away from everyone and with the order to not contact anyone.
His ear twitched as he glanced back to his hand and he swallowed again. The little ear worm whispered again.
He really wanted steak.
Wounds, sometimes that meant a chance at hunting game. A byproduct of the wilds no doubt. The mindset was clingy, calling to him that something was injured. Weak. The energy signature blazing behind that desk said otherwise.
"Are you alright?" The thought was stuck in his mind. Fingers. Palm. The little bones and cartilage.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 3:02 pm
As expected — Wolframite was on a mission, a long one, and was back to resume his duties. He likewise expected that the vague statements provided were all that was able to be provided; if the mission was classified, then he would have to go digging for any details himself. By the look of his own docket, that wasn't happening anytime soon. And if he did scrounge up the free time for it in the future, it was like as not that he would have forgotten by then.
It was a curious request — not an astonishing one by any means, for that was likely a connection there that Wolframite wanted to keep alive. As far as he was concerned, he and Miyamoto were only very recently acquainted and hadn't had any time yet to build that level of trust. Returning him to Wolframite's care was no hardship for that reason especially; a soldier was like to do better under the tutelage of someone he trusted than under a stranger's rule. So if Faustite wanted to see Miyamoto make headway as a newly promoted Eternal, the best manner by which to do so was to reassign him to Wolframite.
But therein lay a hitch: Wolframite was a Captain. He hadn't yet regained his old rank. Miyamoto formally outranked him in this scenario; if he was going to be assigning anyone anywhere, the right and proper way would be to assign Wolframite to Miyamoto and let them conduct their business as they pleased.
Not that doing such a thing bothered him. He'd done it with Jadarite and Albite before, and with Lilith, and several of his other teammates.
The other question he had was one that proved unexpected. Faustite quirked a brow at him before he realized to what Wolframite was referring. Grunting, he replied, "Occupational hazard. Think I cracked them on a Squire's face." Or maybe it was the Super from before. He couldn't remember. "I'm fine." As fine as he needed to be, anyway.
"It's an unusual situation," he stated carefully. Flame eyes went to Miyamoto. "Technically you're the superior rank. Could reassign Wolframite to you, make you a two-person team, though he would be formally your subordinate. Could still defer to Wolframite, don't think anyone would question it. We've record that he achieved General before." And, if nothing else, his years of tenure spoke to his experience.
"Do you want that?" If so, it was an easy process.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 6:46 pm
"Mmm, unusual and not something anyone will look at too hard I'm sure." Who would question Wolframite? The other had a reputation, as far as he knew, and it was likely to keep people from questioning either of them. If he took over, on paper, as the leader that would be fine. No one would say s**t if they caught him taking orders from the Captain, and if they did they'd soon be silenced one way or another. He could just put his frosty little touch to good use and lay hands on noisy people...
"Just like most won't question where he was. I don't see people questioning anything when it comes to Wolframite." Shrugging as he spoke, turning to Wolframite seeking an answer to the question the General King had posed, would the other be opposed to the idea? Biting down on his bottom lip, with a single fang, Miyamoto took another moment before he turned back towards the General King.
"If Wolframite is ok with the idea I'll go for it. I figure it'll be some sort of proving thing. Prove I can run a team or something like that." Casually spoken words and a small motion of his hand to go with the words. He really wasn't opposed to the idea but he wasn't entierly sure about the other. "It would be on paper, I doubt anyone would care if I took orders from you. You have far more years than most do." As if he were assuming Wolframite would be opposed to it, and thus trying to placate him already, it would keep them together as a team though and it would be a temporary thing.
"You'll just need to make General sooner rather than later." A teasing glint entering those dark eyes of his.
Strickenized Only way I could gloss things over and make it work. ^_^
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 8:20 pm
His tail flicked in irritation at not having it as perfect as he liked, but on paper it made sense. Regardless of his years in service, he was just a captain. It would look odd for a Eternal of higher rank to be his subordinate and make other officers question in the rules and system trusted all this time. It could also bring up discussion of some sort of favoritism or other loophole that just wasn't there. In the end, he had to follow the standard say teams were created and system of assignments.
"It makes sense." He said, not overjoyed but not upset either. It was a middle ground that worked for the moment.
"I'll be Miyamoto's charge and once I become a General, things can be rearranged." He looked over at the Eternal beside him.
"People question me a lot. They should, considering my history of misconduct. It's a trust that will always be tarnished." He explained. "But I appreciate the sentiment you were going for."
"I'll be General again soon enough. I know how to handle my ranks and their duties far better than you do." He said with a smile back. "I'm treading old ground. I just have to keep updating myself with what is being thrown at the Negaverse. I can't be a old soul too much. The negaverse is far from what it was and will be when I was young." He tried not to make himself sound like he was some ancient relic, but some days he felt like it.
"Thank you, for hearing us out. I appreciate it." He said to Faustite, and smiled.
"Do take care of yourself too. Oh! Before I forget." He reached to his jacket on his lap and pulled out the thing of gourmet popcorn.
"I thought it would be something fun for you to eat." He said. There was plenty of food that did not do well in extreme heat, but popcorn was designed for it. If Miyamoto made a good AC unit, then it stood that Faustite made a good oven.
He set it on the officer's desk.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2023 6:46 am
Seemed that was what the both of them wanted. The arrangement may have been on the messier side, but it came with the end result that they could do whatever they wanted. Faustite doubted he would be questioned about it, either.
He beckoned the air to his right. "Headache," he commanded, and the youma then appeared in the room as a cloud of orange fireflies. It had not met either of the officers present, so it settled into a more familiar copy of Jadarite when it took an appearance. Arms crossed over its chest, its attention hovered on Faustite.
Faustite opened his desk drawer for the tablet that lay inside, gave it a glance to unlock it, and handed it off to the youma. "Update the roster. Assign Captain Wolframite to Eternal Miyamoto. Make them a separate team."
"Okay," it responded in monotone. Its process was leisurely, though still faster than when Faustite tried to navigate the technology. A cloud of fireflies projecting an image had an easier time with registering its touches on a screen then a boy with nails too long and no head for technology. It didn't care for tablet work either, but orders could not be refused.
When Headache was finished, both the occupants' tablets pinged off with a message informing them of the change. Miyamoto was no longer on Faustite's team, but rather, a team entirely of his own.
"You can see it as a proving opportunity," Faustite conceded, "But Wolframite will likely want to finish your training first. Don't have his file in front of me, but I suspect he was a General longer than I've been in the Negaverse; he'll know how to guide you." He expected that the arrangement would ultimately be better for both of them. Whether under Wolframite's formal command or Miyamoto's, he likewise expected that team of two to grow in due time.
Though, Faustite was aware that, if he was competent, this reassignment may never have happened. If Faustite could lead and teach, he wouldn't be mired in half the unsolvable problems that he currently had.
Considering the matters resolved, Faustite was about to dismiss the pair when a tin of popcorn was flopped onto the desk. He'd seen them once or twice before — the tins that one was supposed to stick on the stove somehow. He snorted, trying not to smile at it. At least it wasn't one of the microwave bags; however waxed their paper was, he still managed to set them on fire.
"Thanks," he offered as he snatched up the tin and placed it in his desk drawer. "You're free to leave when ready."
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