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Beatrix shook her head a bit as she arrived with Meissa in front of the door to an office. It was the first time she’d pulled someone along with her on a teleport but it looked like everything had gone alright. Pulling her hand out of the bluenette’s chest, she looked them over. It was quiet in the hallways and she pulled Meissa back from the door a few feet as she tried to get herself ready to play a part. It had to go well and she had to watch her mouth; couldn’t have any trouble from the get go if she could manage it. Taking a breath she nodded, mostly to herself, before she started to speak.

“So behind that door is one of the bosses, they’re not as chill as my direct boss so I would say be careful with what you say and do. It’ll be fine just a quick thing I think then off we go and I can help you figure stuff out?” At least that’s what she assumed, she’d never really seen anything on how bringing someone over worked and it had been so long ago when she’d joined that she couldn’t really remember how it’d gone. She still had a hand on their wrist but not as tightly since there wasn’t a way to leave easily. It’d been a pain to navigate down here for her even now but for someone who had never been it would be even worse.

“Also uh… if you need to puke let me know? I heard that it’s a bit rough teleporting if you’re not used to it.” There was still a bit of nervousness about her as she spoke, the door looming as she wondered if Hessonite could hear her through it. She wasn’t particularly scared of them; more so that she didn’t want to disappoint anyone here and she was never really sure on the details since she skipped a lot of the information when she could get away with it.

Beatrix pulled her hand back as they broke free but didn't do anything to try grabbing them again since Meissa wasn't running. "Noted, no speaking stuff into existence. I can vibe with that since I think there's like a magic maid here now and I don't want to have her mad at me already." There'd been signs of spots cleaner than before but she'd never seen the source of the newfound cleanliness and organization.

Taking another breath she rubbed at the scratches on her face as she mentally prepared to watch her own mouth. It would be like how she was around the cat that came to promote her with Chrysocolla but with one of the sovereigns who'd allowed for her to be promoted. Tidying her tattered uniform, which didn't really do much, she then turned back to the door and knocked.

"General Queen Hessonite, I have someone who is looking to join us." She spoke properly and maybe a bit too stiff compared to how she normally was but it always worked out when she met with the higher-ups. She knew her place here and was comfortable so she needed to make sure she didn't mess this all up. A fleeting thought passed through her mind as she waited for a response.

God I need to read the procedure after this...

It was too late to escape. Hessonite didn’t have to rush to open the door because even if this someone decided to change their mind about joining, there was nowhere to run.

Hessonite didn’t rush to open the door but neither did she drag her feet. She opened the door with gusto and elegance.

Hessonite had an imposing aura that didn’t quite seem fitting of the woman in front of them at first glance. Her face was relaxed and she had a pretty smile, but behind that–well hidden like daggers in the shadows–was a fierceness in her eyes. There was an unplaceable danger about her that existed even beyond her aura.

Somehow, she managed to hide it with a kinder smile.

“Come in, come in.” She had a friendly tone, and swept her arm to invite them into her office.

“I wasn’t expecting company, you’ve caught me redecorating.”

She’d been deep cleaning; the room smelled fresh and new, but there were empty shelves and barren walls. Boxes were full of picture frames and mementos, but it was too difficult to see anything clearly.

They weren’t really the focus of this meeting and she wasn’t really apologetic about the state of her office. “Beatrix, right? And your friend is…?”

She eyed Meissa briefly, but even in that single glance it was as if she’d sized her up in just a second.

The last thing in the world that Meissa wanted to do was walk through that door. The chaotic aura in this underworld kingdom was setting her nerves on edge. It wasn't natural for a place to be so saturated with negative energy, was it? Knowing what awaited her once she crossed over that threshold Meissa dallied for a second longer before she straightened her posture. The fact that it almost seemed like she was slowly walking towards an execution of sorts
flashed through her brain. All the people that she had known would cease to know her, short of a list as it was, and there would be no going back to what she had known.

Closing her eyes to her current surrounding and mentally whispering goodbye to those that she had loved did the bluenette sense that she was simply delaying the inevitable. Steeling herself for what would be happening within the next few minutes did Meissa pass through the doorway and into the office of this "General Queen" ... had she heard Beatrix correctly on the name of Hessonite?

With all the bravado that she could muster Meissa shot one last glare at Beatrix, before noting with glee the scratches that Illyria had landed, before she turned her gaze to the woman who she'd just been introduced to. How did one follow-up that? Was she supposed to bow or salute or something along those lines? Figuring out things like that would become important if she wished to thrive here afterwards. Clearing her throat did Meissa take a moment to choose her words. Instead of the polite response she was hoping for Meissa's brain jumped on the one aspect of the conversation that might've given her an out of this whole debacle, "As Beatrix said, I am Meissa ... but if this is a bad time, and you weren't expecting company, I can make myself scarce."

Beatrix nodded and decided on what could be said that was at least verifiable. “A mauvian with… a senshi form? I’d never seen one so I was surprised.” Anything else was up in the air but she knew they’d used magic and thinking about it made her nose itch.

“We can get back to business though, I don’t want to take up much of your time.” She wanted to get moving, get things figured out and see what Meissa would be like after things were done. She’d read that corrupting could be harsh but she’d never met anyone that hadn’t started on this side of things. It was all she knew and she was fine with that, it treated her well and she kept chugging along and working hard for them.

‘You’ll be fine, Meissa.” Smiling along as she spoke even if there was a bit of unease about her. The things the mauvian had said hurt but she knew it was who she was and she wouldn’t change it for anything. The Negaverse was her home, had taken her in and now she was going to make sure things went smoothly after this for Meissa after she became a part of it too.

Hessonite was observant. She saw the way Meissa eyed the door. Hessonite could have teleported to it well before the spoor Senshi even got close. The General Queen was not smug, just satisfied. “I suppose that depends on your definition of ‘fine’.”

There was no point in dramatics. Hessonite pushed a few things around on her desk before she faced the two and hopped up on it. She planted her palms on the desk and crossed her legs as she looked down at the seated Senshi.

“I think it would be callous to lie to you right now when you’ve already come so far. You’re not stupid and I’m not going to treat you like you are. I can guarantee you a lot of things, but I don’t think we’re on the same page yet. But we can be, if you’re willing to open up. Beatrix already brought you here, so let’s just take a minute to enjoy the company. Things I can guarantee you? You’ll be fine here, with me. I know what I’m doing, this is totally safe. It’s like getting a shot. Hurts for a second, then you’re all better. Will everything be fine once you leave this room? Probably. Except it depends on you, and what you’re going to do. Like everything in life, you’re at the helm. I can play navigator, we can help guide you, but if you want to guarantee that everything will be fine, you’ve gotta be dedicated to making things fine. So before I stick my hand in your chest and free you from the White Moon, why don’t you tell me what you want out of this? What do you need for things to be ‘fine’?”

Beatrix watched quietly, keeping still and just doing her best not to cause any trouble as Hessonite spoke. It was all true in a way, even if her own initial introduction to things had been messy at best. Though part of that had also been on her until she'd been pulled under the charge of Chyrsocolla. It was easy to be lazy, to let life pass by and just live with things before but now she'd been actually motivated and doing things without prompting and doing well. There were medals, progress, and praise here and there and she kept on keeping on because of it.

It would be different for Meissa, since the whole situation was different. She felt maybe the smallest bit bad at how they were cornered, it was a lot sometimes and she really didn't like feeling that way when she was out as a civilian. It was different when she was Beatrix, when she had her dullahan guarding her back.

Stiffening up and looking between Hessonite and Meissa, she nodded with a bit of a determined look on her face. "I would take responsibility for her if that would be allowed, to help her with the transition and make sure she has access to what she needs." She just waved over the being mad part, because she could understand it because she was a little mad at herself for some of this situation.

The final countdown of this moment had reached zero and, Meissa, as much as she wanted to deny it, had run out of options. Her requests, small and seemingly insignificant, had not caused Hessonite to bat an eye. It now looked as everything was in place. Beatrix would be the one to guide/mentor her and she would get the time afterwards to adjust. Promises though were fickle things: easily broken or forgotten. Either Hessonite was a fine actor or she truly meant what she had said to Meissa. Inhaling sharply did the Bobcat senshi sit a little straighter in the chair when the other woman pushed off of the desk in order to approach. Even as Hessonite asked if she were ready for the corruption to proceed did Meissa mentally shudder. Was she ready? Oh gods, heck no. The reassurance that things would be fast brought no relief to the mental gymnastics that her brain was now trying force her to pay attention to. Would a silent nod of acquiescence be enough of a sign for Hessonite to proceed?

The hand that was placed on her chest brought a moment of clarity to the young woman and her thoughts stilled. Years back, she had run afoul of the Negaverse and had ended up missing for several days. The memories from that period of time had never really fought to break free from the mental wall that had been forcibly erected to keep them out but even as the hand that sat over her chest began to push inwards did one crystal clear memory surface: another hand, in another time and place, doing the exact same thing that Hessonite was doing now. Back then it seemed as if it were merely a game: seeing just how much she could take before begging for it to stop. Just a hand in her chest, gripping the very soul of her being and doing nothing else. Now though, even as that one memory shook itself free and Meissa's eyes widened in shock did she feel rooted in place. She wasn't ready at all for this but it was too late to say that now. Hessonite's questing hand met little in the sense of resistance and Meissa's audible gasp as her starseed was once again in the grips of chaos announce that the target object had been reached deep inside.

The sudden surge of chaos that was forced into her starseed had Meissa wishing that she could scream. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before but her lips were locked firmly together. Her hands, which had been resting in her lap, suddenly came alive and her fingers clenched at the base of the chair with the sensations that held her fast to her seat. She couldn't fight this overwhelming sense of wrongness no matter how hard she wanted to. It was just too much for her to handle. Giving in wasn't exactly an action that Meissa was fond of taking. In this scenario, with her starseed in the grips of chaos, and with nothing or no one swooping in at the very last second to save her ... did the Bobcat senshi do just that: she gave in. Black streaks began to run down the sides of her fuku before spreading to cover all the white that once was worn with pride. The tiara that had been a part of her powered outfit for so long split in two before falling to the floor. In the middle of her smooth forehead now was nothing more than a black hole, cracked in appearance, and looking so very out of place. Similar to her tiara, another piece of her old fuku design had shattered leaving nothing more than one more black and cracked hole in her chest.

Meissa wasn't aware of these changes as they happened. Even her blue hair, braided as it was, suddenly lengthening to fall to either side of her seated tush on the chair brought no recognition from the process in which she was in the grips of. The cosmetic changes were fairly significant and would be realized in due time but all that the girl on the chair cared about was wanting that hand out of her chest. Chaos had rooted itself, deep inside her soul, completing a change that had taken virtually no time at all. Yet pain still held Meissa as tight as as Hessonite's grip on her starseed had been. Slowly that grip on her starseed loosened and the hand was withdrawn. Meissa's fingers slowly uncurled from the death grip that she had held on the base of the chair before her head rose to peer about the room ... silently surveying everything.