Welcome to Gaia! ::

Azurite was firmly, totally, out of her milieu. This was the place that Alkaid had told her about in that first meeting of the corrupt senshi not long after she had joined their ranks. Not corrupt senshi...magical soldiers of the Negaverse. It was a mental correction that the ivory-haired young woman was using to distinguish herself from the unenlightened senshi of the White Moon. It really wasn't their fault that they didn't know they were doing wrong and fighting the Negaverse.

She was simply convinced that it was ridiculous to punish those who had seen the light for the crimes of those who had not. So those same disdainful looks that turned Alunite's eyes down were returned with almost doe-eyed complacency on her part. Disdain was, if not accepted, at least tolerated. Besides, it wasn't as if any of them held even a third of the ire that her current direct superior held. General Hematite was leaning against a wall looking for all the world like this was a boring dinner party that he'd ben forced to attend, some useless formality and that Tanzanite was talking about the colors she'd like to repaint the entire Rift.

Perhaps pink? No, blue.

It piqued her enough to move towards him cautiously, hands running along the fur at her shoulders in a nervous motion. "You don't seem very concerned. Should I worry more or less?" Probably the safest question.

This wasn't the first or even second time Chromite had been to such a meeting. Three times now that pull in her gut had been the only warning before she was teleported into the Negaspace. Twice now it was directly into the rift. Every single time it never truly bore good tidings. Stepping as close to the front as she could without forcing her way past any of the captains or generals, she held her plum eyes on Youma-Queen Tanzanite. Daring even to blink as the tallest woman in the world spoke, she barely gasped in surprise as they were told the gravest of news.

We are losing this war.

But really-- When weren't they losing anymore? There were always small victories, but it shouldn't have been surprising to learn that still those damned goody-toe-shoes and the poor, mislead, knights always had the upper hand. Somehow. She wasn't bitter towards the General-Queens, she wasn't bitter towards their Queen, and in fact she wasn't entirely bitter towards those they fought against... If anyone was to blame, she felt it was to be her. She wasn't trying hard enough. Doing her all to hold back tears, Chromite stood in middle of the throng and merely watched.

As another soldiear nearby muttered a barely audible "try harder" the blonde clenched her fists and jaw tight. "I will try harder," she whispered with vehemence. "I will do better."

Zinkenite’s hand brushed lightly against Lyra’s arm, very discrete it could easily have been missed or passed off as an accident. He said no words to assure her but he’d made the gesture all the same. His mind already heavy with everything that needed to be done, the added weight of the grumblings and statements weren’t improving his almost sullen mood.

He turned slightly to scan over the other faces, some more familiar than others. “Alunite…” He murmured as the other sat down close to him and shortly after “Carnelian…”

His eyes narrowed slightly at the question from Carnelian though, just enough to suggest that implying that the General Queen was lying was likely a bad idea. “I suspect if we wait, she’ll explain the reason for the statement. I’m not inclined to argue it however… we’re outnumbered and grow more so every day. It’s a matter of time before what has been a series of stalemates turns into unquestionable defeat by sheer numbers.”

The words were quiet so they wouldn’t interrupt other conversations but firm enough that he could be at least heard by those close enough and paying attention.

The idea of allies though was an interesting one. One couldn’t hide a future partner under a blanket though, could you? He gave a prolonged stare at the enshrouded object as though he could peel away the covering with nothing more than his pointed gaze.

Azurite got an interested look though, he had not yet met her, or even heard much about her, and her question made him laugh softly though he doubted it would be well received by Hematite. He left his gaze on her just long enough to see she noticed and offered her a friendlier nod than others might have. Soldiers in this war were soldiers; Senshi who joined them offered unique skills he was always interested in putting to use.

Looking up out of the corner of her eye, Lyra acknowledged the touch with the shallowest of nods. She knew he was very odd with touch most of the time, so this was her own way of greeting him as her eyes stayed on their general queen.

She could feel the Auras of the other two fellow corrupted senshi a moment before they arrived close to her. Turning around, trying to whip no one with her hair, she gave Alunite and Carnelian a welcoming smile. It faded around the edges a little at question, but zink seemed to handle it well enough. "If we do not believe in our leaders then what do we? I trust Tanzanite." She added in herself, before she spotted a all to familiar form in the crowd.

Eyes suddenly twinkling Lyra moved through the crowd, as gracefully as she could, scooped the bundle in to her arms... and made her way back towards where she was standing a moment ago. Upon further inspection, if anyone looked, they would see the form of a feline in her arms. Scritching behind the cats ear, Lyra looked down at the cat she met once before. "I dont believe i ever caught your name?" Oh wonders of the negaverse, they had talking cats. She could address the feline without needing to look for a name tag. Of course, she had Dahlia in her arms.

She always felt drawn to the cats, just... something about them made the senshi want to seek them out and hold them close. It was sort of like how she felt with her fellow corrupted senshi.

Looking over her shoulder, she peered once more at carnelian. "Besides... she really has no reason to lie to us."

One minute he was getting out of his car, heading toward the front door of his home, and the next he was in the rift; never mind the change in clothing. Who had called him here? And better yet, how?He could only imagine what it took for someone to summon him here, and all these other people.

Nervous, why were so many people here? Benitoite made his way about the crowd, looking for familiar faces. Something told him he didn't wish to stand around those he didn't know, it was just a feeling welling up inside his stomach and he was inclined to follow that feeling. Walking on the balls of his feet, wanting to be as quite as possible.

Those words We are losing this war. washed over him, snatching his attention away from his search. They were losing? But how? How could this be remedied? He wasn't a fan of losing much less losing this war. Shaking his head, ever so slightly, they couldn't lose this war. It wasn't something which could be allowed, they had to win. It sounded like the person speaking had a plan, those words though only increased his nervousness. He didn't like how those words sounded, what could they mean? He knew whatever it was he'd agree to, if it won this war he would agree to it. Even if he didn't like it, he was beginning to understand that he would sacrifice a lot in this war.

His search for someone familiar increased until he found someone, Painite. Moving over to stand at her side he cast something of a small and nervous smile her way. He didn't speak, he didn't think it prudent to do so, what could he say anyway?

Instead of speaking he listened, silently, he listened to others speak and offer to do more, do better. He silently agreed. He would do better, do more, he had to. He needed to help and do more for the cause.He would find some way to better help the Negaverse, he just had to. Now he waited to see what was planned, how they could turn the tide in their favor. Benitoite didn't even notice when he bottom lip was taken by his teeth and held by his teeth, not a nervous habit or any sort of habit. It was just an action right now, who knows if it would become something of a habit later on.

It was often said 'when it rained, it poured' and Dahlia was currently getting washed away in a torrent of attention. Not that she minded, heavens no! She had always been the sort to dance naked in said rain, not hide unhappily under an umbrella. One could never get too much attention after all.

So as she was scooped up, the creamy white cat did not protest, offering a parting smile to Fukalite before she was carried off by Lyra to a whole slew of familiar faces. Their auras gave them away before she saw them, eyeing each of the corrupted senshi softly, fondly. Lyra and Alunite she had met briefly. Carnelian a little less briefly, her fluffy tail swished as she thought of the flamboyant boy. Zinkenite was even there but ahhhhh... A deep purr rattled through her as fingers began to scratch behind her ears, and she shifted more comfortably in the arms of her escort.

Perched in the senshi's arms, the guardian had a far better view of what was going on. She could see Hiro now too, up closer to the General Queen, turning back when the question sounded. "It's Dahlia. And that's an awfully friendly greeting for someone you don't even know the name of." She teased softly, pleasantly enough. It really wasn't fair, she could read their names herself. Introductions hardly dawned on her when she wasn't being dramatic. Right now she was being more comfortable then dramatic, her paws shifting and kneading Lyra's arms until she found the most comfortable position to snuggle in.

Her pleasant mood shrank a little however, atleast outwardly, toning down her pleased expression and the twitching of her tail as Tanzanite snapped at some of the agents.

Cutting off the power source in which they fed off? That was exceedingly bad news. Her ears laid back softly in thought.

Chronos and her Guard, that alone would have snapped up Zinkenite’s attention. Back in the days of Team Enterprise they had briefly been assigned to chase after the Zodiac’s…or what was left of them. But the idea that they could cut off the source of their power at the roots, that, that was beyond unacceptable that wasn’t some inevitable disaster that could only be fought off by continuing to increase their recruitment and keeping their existing Army members –alive.

Far worse than that, and he’d had no idea that it was even possible. Build a wall around the very solar system? Could that be the root of why senshi could travel to space? Was it only the Chronos-guard that could do this? What if all senshi could somehow muster such a wall if they managed the organization?

NO, no he was not going to get ahead of himself, he would focus on trying to find the solutions to –this- problem, how to remove that threat at ITS root rather than letting the damned senshi hole them up like a siege.
How to accomplish this though? He lacked most of the pieces he’d need to even try and formulate a plan, he had to pray there were more to be had, better, he had to have faith there was a good strong plan, a means that they could.

“General Queen,” He hesitated a moment. “The nature of this wall, how is it created and what must we do to stop it? A few of the Zodiacs have not been seen in some time, do we think this is because they are on advanced party towards this purpose or can we hope they are weakened in number and will be more vulnerable?”