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His ears thanked Lyssa for growing quiet once more, but it wasn't enough to alleviate the rising tension and apprehension that was churning within him. At first he was confused and part of him still suspected that all of this had to be some kind of elaborate hoax, but his gaze was too set on the woman before him to look around for any hidden cameras. The talking cat was obviously real, so this woman had to be too, and little by little, this was all starting to make some amount of sense to him.

Keeping the limp cat within his arms and careful not to drop the poor thing as she shifted back and forth between stiff and limp, he addressed Laurelite, trying to keep his tone respectful even when he seemed to be consumed with bewilderment. "I have a name. It's Scott Erlea, miss... or is it General? Are you part of a military organization?"

Which would explain the outfit, and his bewilderment was turning into curiosity, and unaware of the judgmental glint in Laurelite's eyes or what her words had truly mean, he asked a few more questions of his own. "You're... not part of those terrorist groups that are running around, are you? I mean, you don't LOOK like you are... no, you're probably not. I'm sorry for making that assumption. Sorry!"

And now from curiosity to embarrassment, and back to apprehensive as the thought of her BEING one of those terrorist sprung to mind and would not let go. Whoever she was, though, he had a feeling that he could not escape, should she attack, but the fact that she hadn't attacked was enough for him to stay. "I'm not sure what you mean about helping find my name, but is there something I can do to help?"

This was directed towards both Laurelite and Lyssa, whom he was beginning to suspect might have been a little loopy.

"Oh, I haven't been General in a long time," the woman replied coyly. She did not seem to take offense, though.

The boy did not know. Yet.

But he would.

She was smiling now—a real smile. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach and she was proud.

There was no need to put this off for any longer. She moved closer to Scott and rested her hand lightly on his chest. She moved her fingers across the fabric, as though she were brushing away dirt. "I am General Queen Laurelite. And there are things, many things, that I would like to tell you about these terrorists. But there is one…small matter to take care of before we get into that. I'm sure it won't be an issue for a brave young man like yourself. Though, a warning is in order. This…will hurt."

Almost as soon as the words fell from her lips, she positioned her fingers over his chest and plunged her delicate hand into it. She gripped the starseed and she knew how much it would hurt. But she knew how rewarding it was going to be, so with little hesitation she pulsed a steady stream of chaos into the starseed. For the moment it took, she heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing.

Nothing but the chaos pulsing from her hand into that tiny little crystal.

She retracted her hand only when she was certain it had been enough, and even with her power she was feeling the strain of exhaustion. But she had done it.

And the Negaverse could only get stronger.

Lyssa could almost taste the anticipation in the air, it smelt of cheese nips and curry and the deranged kitten couldn’t help but lick her lips with joy as she watched the General Queen force her fist though the child chest with as much care as a hippo on a Tuesday. The pain that filtered into the streets were easily sounds of a troubled nature but the cat could only hear the soft whispers of gratefulness and understanding the boy gave in his screams for her to stop. The young were so wise these days but so full of questions!

“ShhhHss SlaGaIE, it’S the LatEst TrenD in NegAverSe cOuturE.” Wrapping around Laurelite legs she purred deeply unaware of any murderess stares she may have received for doing such an act. Sometimes Lyssa could be forgiven for her inappropriate reactions to situations, those that knew her would suspect it was just her “delicate nature” shining through but more often than not she could be seen flying over walls for the things she did and this occasion was no different. Turning towards the General Queen she began running her wet nose up and down the material leaving little trail marks as she went, her eyes cross eyed as she spoke.

“YoU WeRe cHoseN LonG beFore youR FirSt brEaThs, loNg BefOre You WalkEd - yOu WeRe MeanT for Us ChilD and We Are Meant For YoU.”

Lyssa finished her amazing drawing of snot Lyssa and took a step back to admire her handy work, it was beautiful but it needed something more, something... “Ah HaR!-Ughh-ggghh” Vomiting down her front the cat began choking up yellow light, its brilliance increasing as the item she struggled with reached past her gums and teeth until it drop to the floor, its energy dispelling the questionable liquid it lay in until there was nothing more…which surprised Lyssa because she swore she felt it coming out the other way. There before them lay a pen with the symbol that adorned the boys costume on full display.

“TakE it WinGed WalkER, YouR SigNia BrinG’s Me ClariTY and HearTbuRn. YoU Are SailoR VespA, SensHi Of WaspS, Let You StinG be SharP for US AlwayS!” The second she finished the sentence she began grooming herself of the mess the light hadn’t hit, murmuring pleasantries to her chest fur as she went.

Vespa? Did the possibly crazy cat just say 'Vespa'?

Scott, no... Vespa. Sailor Vespa looked down at the feline, seeing the world through a tint of violet and a hint of green thanks to the visor he now wore, as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. He could have easily written her off as crazy and would anyone disagree with him after listening to her ramble? Nothing she said made any sense, or at least it wouldn't anywhere else outside of Destiny City. He had lived in this town since he was very little, and though he was a teenager, he'd watch the news, see the reports. The most recent that came to his mind was Tag Swagger's documentary that aired not too long ago, and that report, as well as Laurelite's explanation, was enough to make a lot of what Lyssa make sense.

He paid little attention to the snot drawing on Laurelite's clothing and though he made a face when the cat regurgetated the henshin pen, he wasn't too off put by the act, though not because he wasn't grossed out (in which he certainly was) but because he was trying to absorb everything being given to him. "So, I'm Sailor Vespa, senshi of... Wasps. That's... not sure if it's ironic or fitting, or..." He took the pen into his hands, trying to keep his mind focused when all it wanted to do was jump all over the place. Wasps! Why wasps? It certainly made the bug-eyed visors and the black and yellow stripes make sense, and if he wasn't struggling to cope with this new development in his life, he would have appreciated the little pun that the General-Queen used.

Instead, he focused more on Laurelite's words, the truth and realization that came with them, and he was honestly surprised with how well he was taking it. It was likely shock taking over, or maybe a part of him that she had awakened within him that gave him the strength to keep his head after such a development, and he hung to every word and their meaning. He walked in the darkness and now held a purpose, and in a queit voice that didn't really suit the screams of pain that once echoed across the alley moments before, he said, "So, Tag's report wasn't just a conspiracy theory... I should have known. But I'm a Senshi, right... doesn't that make me the terrorists, or am I different because I'm with the Negaverse? What makes me worthy of being selected for the Negaverse...? I'm not that good at a lot of things, but I'll try my best! Just tell me what to do!"

If they needed him, they must have been desperate... which told him just how dangerous these terrorists were.

Not good at a lot of things? That was not what Laurelite had wanted to hear, and she only very narrowly managed to keep the sweet little smile on her face. Lyssa's departure was probably for the best; she might have had cross words with the cat had she lingered.

"Your enthusiasm is quite refreshing," she said, choosing to take some good out of this. A weak senshi was better than no senshi, after all. "I am pleased to hear that you are familiar with Mister Swagger. There's more merit to his reports than most of Destiny City is willing to acknowledge. Rest assured, though you are a senshi you have room to redeem yourself. Perhaps you wear the skin of a terrorist, but you have the heart of a hero. We need only give you time and room to show your true colors. Count your blessings that Lyssa found you before another cat. Had it not been one of our cats, this meeting would have gone much differently."

There was the faint undertone of a threat, though Laurelite's smile never wavered.

"You will learn many things from us. We should get you started immediately. Do not speak ill of yourself. While you are in the Negaverse, you should be proud of what you are. We'll make you good at things, so wear your title proudly. Come," she instructed, holding a hand out to him. "It would be best to continue these lessons in a more relaxing environment. Let us get better acquainted and I will see to it that all your questions are answered."