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Zanazziite had completely lost track of the rest of the gathering, her focus on the arm. It seemed the thing was independently controlled from Tanzanite since the Captain wasn't shooing her off like any sane person would do to someone all up in their personal space bubble.

Violet eyes were wide as the arm listed and she was surprised to see it had a mouth, a mouth with a lot of teeth. Fortunately for her she didn't scare easily when it came to animals or youma, so the teeth didn't intimidate her all that much. She only blinked when the tongue came out, briefly wondering if the arm had to eat. And if it did then what exactly did it eat? Starseeds maybe? Or just regular food. A hand moved to her waist about to reach into a pocket that wasn't there for the bacon bits she carried around for wayward animals. The hand dropped when she remembered that she was Zanazziite and not Claudia.

Her disappointment at not having any treats for the arm vanished when it licked her cheek. A grin bloomed on her face and reaching up she scratched the inside of Tanz's wrist which she thought would be equivalent to under the arm's chin. Her other hand petted the back of her hand as she laughed. "Well aren't you a good youma! I bet you're all kinds of smart." For a moment she wondered if she could maybe teach it tricks, but then she remembered it was attached to someone. It was slightly awkward to be petting and scratching Captain Tanzanite, but it wasn't like she was rubbing the older girl's belly. Just stroking her hand, which wasn't nearly as weird right? A bit shyly she glanced up at Tanz. "Does it have a name?" How can I get one was going to be her next question, but she had a feeling that the process would be extremely unpleasant and most likely involved losing one of her limbs which wasn't on top of her things to do list.

"Fair enough it is best to hold off on opinions. Still he kind of grows on you after a while in a strange way?" It was true, she didn't have much of a reason to disprove of the hyperactive captain. He could be annoying, but it seemed for the most part his intentions were in the right direction in a vague way. Though his idea to gather a bunch of them in the middle of a snowy lane was a bit odd it did make for a nice meet and greet to the other agents. "To be honest I don't really know most of your names, well outside of Para, Schee, and Zink."

She turned to Tanzanite and shrugged slightly offering a smile, "Sorry about the snowball by the way, didn't mean to get your face with it."

“Every day of his short and miserable life,” she muttered her response to Raite, but the corners of her lips twitched in a vague, fond smile. Their former superiors were dead for all intents and purposes, but both of them had a role in Tanzanite's life that the young woman never could have forgotten. Her callous words and emotionless drawl were a way of masking the fact that the image of them entombed still haunted her. It had been Beryl herself who had shown Tanzanite their fate, perhaps to ensure that the Captain had no remaining loyalties to the couple at whose wedding she had been a maid of honor.

Still, even with Queen Beryl breathing down the back of her neck, Tanzanite could never forget what she owned to Charonite and Nealite. For all of his faults, the General-King had never held back his opinions. She nodded again as Raite echoed her sentiment, and likely would have continued to watch in stoic silence had her arm not begun shaking happily.

Oh, what the <******** ********> Tanzanite's eyes widened (and then promptly narrowed) as her attention was brought to... whatever the hell it was that was going on between Zanazziite and her arm. Tanzanite's control over the thing was minimal at best, but she managed to jerk the arm away, scowling as she spoke.

“Yes,” she droned in that monotone voice, “It's name is If-you-continue-to-treat-my-arm-like-a-lost-puppy-I-am-going-to-rip-your-starseed-out-of-your-chest-and-eat-it.” The arm seemed to fall limp at her side, the spines at her shoulder laying flat against her neck much like a dog tucking it's tail between it's leg. Tanzanite murmured something to it, gently squeezed the space between the clawed thumb and index finger, and it seemed to return to normal. She barely had to bend for the large hand to scoop up a head-sized pile of snow.

“It's fine,” she responded to Hel, “but I do hope you understand.”

The arm shot forward with Negaverse-boosted speed, with full intentions of smashing the snow in Hel's face like a comical cream pie.

As much as she might have always outwardly disapproved of Scheelite on principle, she was slowly beginning to learn the important of balance in the life of a Negaverse agent. While people like herself and Obsidian served their purpose in combat, they needed individuals like the hyperactive Captain to keep balance. People who remembered what it was like to be human.

Charonite was probably turning over in his crystal grave.

Wolfram was used to Schee as far as his antics went – to some extent. The man always pulled out a surprise that made him wonder WHY of all things, but when he explained it with the fact that this was Scheellite, it made sense. For every insane idea or thought, he just tossed out who the person was who was doing it and it explained it perfectly. That was who the blonde was. He was a spontaneous pleasure-seeker who usually never looked into the future for the consequences of his actions or the dangers of what he wished to do. At least Scheelite had sense to not do this in front of a police station, though that was probably only because the snow wasn't that high there for a snowball fight.

Still, he did appreciate the sense of community that such a simple get together brought. He never liked that most members of the Negaverse didn't want to socialize and barely knew each other. They were a small group after all – though much bigger now than when he first joined – but smaller than the senshi. For that reason, it only made sense that they form a sense of community. It had been something he had been meaning to speak to his superiors about, but he worried that they would turn it down with the fact that they were supposed to be business and not play.

As a few snowballs were thrown with such force that they could have broken a nose, of which Wolfram found himself inching a little more towards Serandite, a friend and former teacher of his, he decided that talking and playing was the name of this game. He just really didn't like how fast Scheelite and then a girl on antlers was going. "Be careful you two!" He shouted, sounding like a worried mother. Really, Scheelite needed a helmet…all the time.

So maybe he should play? He was trying to get better at his aim after all, and he looked down at the snow, biting his bottom lip.

Scheelite came back rosy-cheeked and looking very chipper with getting closer to catching hypothermia, and just seeing all the snow on him made Wolfram rub his shoulders as a shiver ran down his spine. Not one for personal boundaries, the blonde swept over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder – making Scheelite tilt at an angle just to pull off this move. True, he wasn't as short as the blonde's frowny-faced teammate (and maybe boyfriend?), but he wasn't as tall as Schee either.

Looking up, he gave him a worried, confused look at the nickname 'Wolfy', which sounded weird when you actually said it out loud (was this his nickname?), and then at the verbal prodding to get him to have some fun. Darnit! He had been caught looking at the snow! He should have just looked at his hands instead –which were the one thing that wasn't covered on him and made him wish he brought along some mittens.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He said, his voice hitting a little pitch that completely denied what he said. Nervous, he started to rub his hands together, trying to get some warmth in them just to distract his hands and look about. Okay, it was true. They had come here to have fun and they all didn't do much aside from standing when they went to official meetings. He'd also admit that he always wanted to get closer to his fellow Negaversers by being involved in one big, fun get-together, outside of business, in hopes that he'd make some more friends in the Negaverse. As far as it went, he had very few despite how long he had been around. Not as long as some, but still time that he should have known more people.

But he worried that if he went about throwing snowballs, everyone would hate him for it and then he really wouldn't get on other good side not to mention that some of these people were his superiors in not just rank, but because they were around longer. This usually meant they would be getting to general soon or at least were higher up the ladder than he was. If he went about looking like a kid, wouldn't they think low of him and remember that one instance where he was just goofing around in the snow? He didn't want to create a bad image, and from how some of the others were frowning, they clearly didn't think much of Scheelite.

…though Scheelite didn't deserve that sort of treatment. Sure, he was hyper (something Ladon blamed on poor diet of just sugar and junk foods), and he seemed unfocused, but he had been his teammate from way back when they were on Lina's team. Not to mention Schee was one of his few friends in the Negaverse.

Biting his lip, he looked up at the blonde before leaning up to whisper into his ear. "You won't get angry if I hit Zink with a snowball, will you?" Scheelite seemed like the protective type after all. He knew the blonde loved to just talk non-stop about 'Z', as Schee liked to call him. He didn't want the neon-blue captain to freak out if he picked on his friend.

He couldn’t help a small smile as he was given the go ahead and in addition, the pledge to given return fire if a war broke out. Part of him wonder if it would. Zinkenite was usually a very collected, all-business sort of person that he found it hard picturing him laughing and making a snow fort. However, that didn't mean it would stop Wolfram from making an attempt. Part of him had always wondered if Zink had a more childish side seeing as he was with Scheelite. Surely prolonged exposure to the hyperactive captain would rub off on Zink to some degree, or maybe Zink was the somber note mellowing out his bouncy, blonde friend.

Seeing as Zink was talking to other people, he could only hope he didn't notice, though whispering with Scheelite was bound to attract attention from anyone. It never meant good, sane things.

"You're right. It will be a compliment to Zink if I hit him seeing as he's 'helping me a bit. I'm sure he'll be touched." He whispered back, and reached up to pretend to dust the snow off of Scheelite's shoulders, but instead collecting it. When he pressed a good ball in his hands, he stepped back, calculated his aim, and threw directly at Zink.

For a long moment, Tanzanite's eyes lingered on Zanazziite, watching even after the girl stepped back. There was just something wrong with a teenager who found an arm best known for once eating an alien's face off to be interesting. As the girl joined the others, Tanzanite watched. They seemed.. happy, which struck the perpetually pissed-off Captain as both strange and somewhat fascinating. Did they not understand what they did to people when they stole a starseed, what they did to families and homes and lives? It baffled her that there were people who could still find joy in their bleak and dreary world that did not come from serving the Negaverse, and she observed with a veiled sense of longing.

Tanzanite smiled, and though the expression was vague, it was sincere. Her gaze snagged on Scheelite for a brief moment, long enough for her to try and catch his eye. If able to, she would mouth a quiet 'Thank you', before nodding once, and vanishing back into the dark subspace of the Negaverse.

She knew herself well enough to know that she could bring little more than trouble to such a gathering, and even her cold heart did not have it in it to extinguish that small glimmer of joy left in the others. The world, she was certain, would do that soon enough. She took her leave calmly and quietly, and in her own way relished the small flutter of her heart that made her feel – for the first time in months – almost like the teenage girl she had once been.