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Zinkenite moved into the crowd, offering shoulder pats to those who looked comfortable with that kind of personal contact. More than that he offered smaller more personal congratulations where he could. ‘Excellent punch’ to other comments like ‘excellent use of your Skills’, the latter more when it came to senshi, substituting the word ‘weapon’ when it came to officers.

He paused before Jarosite and pulled down his mask. “Thank you for your contributions officer, I’m glad you understand.” If nothing else he had dealt the same way with those the DMC wanted to corrupt, the best way to keep them safe was to keep them unconscious. He nodded after a moment and moved to collect a piece of pizza of his own, taking a bite of something with onions and bacon scattered over the top and giving it a curious look as he chewed before moving on to speak to others.

“Enjoying yourself Leto?” He offered a genuine smile as she lay there on the floor. “The Dark Moon Senshi were outstanding today. We all worked very well together.”

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Leto's eyes snapped open when she heard the familiar voice of the General King. Her eyes met his and she nodded happily while she chewed the mouthful of pizza. "Hell yeah. Nothing better than pizza after a nice long battle," she said with a grin as she swallowed.

"Battles in which we actually win, in particular." She winked up at him standing over her. "We ******** slaughtered those Order bastards!"

She was probably a little too excited about the killing spree she went on.

Her grin turned into a genuine smile, pride practically exploding out of her. "Thank you so much, Zinkenite. That means the world to me. I very much enjoy working with you and your team. You have some amazing people in your ranks."

Leto truly genuinely meant it, too. A year ago she never in a million years thought that she would be comrades, let alone teammates with those in the Negaverse. But now she was proud to call them allies.

"Fair enough," Bismuthite replied.

Truth was, he'd been a bit on autopilot. It didn't lend to well to actually remembering anything but the feeling. It'd felt good. Invigorating. But it also meant he didn't exactly pay that much attention to when he did get hurt. Getting tossed across the room by certain attacks, and getting caught in the crossfire of others... He had been lucky that he hadn't gotten seriously hurt.

He'd simply been focused on killing, maiming, and working out various kinds of aggression.

"What about you - have fun?" he asked with a grin.

"...Nuts to this." Someone had brought beer, and his initial buzz of elation was wearing off, feeling like one of the few Lieutenants in a club of officers. Kind of like that MASH episode where Hawkeye and BJ smuggled Radar into the officers club... only he wasn't going to get punchy on a grape Knee High. He wasn't even sure some of these people were old enough for a beer. Bismuthite was, he knew that much, from talking to him once before, but he knew more faces than ages, and some of these fighters had become older than their actual years, so to speak.

Anyway it didn't matter. He wanted a beer still, and it was right there. As long as he didn't drink too much now he'd be fine to get home. Feed the cats, get a little drunk and finish celebrating on his own. Which probably meant falling asleep on the TV watching racing reruns or taped Top Gear, but celebrating was celebrating.

He took the beer with a simple "Thank you" before looking at the can awkwardly. He didn't usually drink. Not after getting completely wasted back at the Youma Pub, but they were celebrating and this was to endorse comradery.

Pulling the tap, he took a modest sip before looking to Howlite who was just pounding the drinks she was offered. It hurt his masculinity a tad bit, and so he took a deeper drink before sitting the can down. "I'd rather recruit, but there are a few that I believe shouldn't get that chance." Traitors like Lina, and if he had his way, the DMC. However, the later was out of his control.

"Thanks for...whatever that storm was by the way. I can't stand magic like that." He said to Howlite, who saved him from the odd lamp. For the fist bump, he awkwardly leaned in and tapped it with his own fist. He - rarely got the chance to fist bump anyone.

To Bismuthite, he smiled. "Got to cut up a knight. I don't know if you know who Lina is, but she used to be in our ranks. Ran away through. Was this close too." He said, gesturing to his bloody weapon which was still on the table.

“We both do Leto, we very much both do.” He nodded amicably; working with the DMC was going better than he could honestly have hoped given the natural tensions between them. But it came down to a fundamental truth; they could not afford to be so stupid as to spit in the eyes of their natural allies, even with the differences in the numbers of recruits. There were some things that he felt could only be accomplished so long as they worked together. He turned and caught the beer that Howlite tossed to him eyeing it for a moment as though it made him thing of something else, or somewhere else before he gave a small laugh and popped it open before raising it in a toast.

“Regardless of our histories, regardless of the basic opinions we have historically held towards senshi, there is something to be said for the fact we have ‘saved’ more of them then they have stolen from us. There were things accomplished today, that would very likely not have been possible if we were not SO capable of putting aside our differences when we need to, when it comes to the greater good.”

He glanced around and shrugged. “To order, within chaos. To respect even when it is hard. To you, who made this possible.”

He paused a moment, eyes on Wolframite before tearing them away again, a flicker of a smile that was lost as he tipped the beer back for a drink. The face that followed was at best comical and at worst briefly distressed as he muddled around the taste of it.