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Captain Witherite/ Front Room / 0 points


When Wither saw Beni come in with the others, he wasted no time approaching them, the snacks abandoned. He offered a wave to Huntite before he smacked Beni hard on the shoulder, not to hurt, a friendly gesture, but still a very a** move.

He lived to annoy the general really, payback for the way he was corrupted even though he thrived in the negaverse. Meeting the energy quota was cake because he enjoyed the thrill of draining people. Honestly Beni was one of the very few friend he had, but he was an asshat and how Beni tolerated it was beyond him. He wasn't about to complain though.

"Hey bossman, see you brought the gang along. Good, everyone deserves a break and what better way than with a few drinks." How he forgot the Crown Royal he tied to his belt was beyond him, but he grabbed and now and pulled some vodka from his back pocket.

He showed them to the group, "first though I think I'm going to try some of these games, after I deposit these. You up for a little competition Huntite."

Corrupted Valeria - With Benitoite's group.

Valeria had been a bit...apprehensive about going to a party, especially down in the rift as she knew youma weren't fond of corrupted senshi. It was Katya, and some talking from Benitoite himself, that had convinced her to go and socialize if she could - it would help. She had told Katya, in private, recently that she wanted to feel more like she belonged and the guardian cat had suggested small things at first - baby steps. Little get togethers and time out on patrols with another person or two.

This was the first step she was taking and as she dropped eleven spiders into the container she headed into the front room right behind Benitoite. She had, when noticing him sway a bit, been worried but didn't question him. She kept close though - just incase. She noticed others doing the same as well...and it warmed her to see it.

Looking to the guardian cat she scooped Katya up and nuzzled into her soft steel grey fur. "Come, lets find somewhere to sit, perhaps observe for a little while."




General Benitoite - moving to the front room.

Noting Hunite's response to being teleported down, and his cousin and Valeria's, he internally smiled to himself. They each showed some level of concern but none overly so. Silent in their concern and support. It was nice to know they cared but also didn't mother him or anything - they trusted him. If he had needed support he'd have asked.

He'd remember that beyond tonight, a little bit of information mentally stored away. As he headed into the front room, knowing his cousin was off to drop off the alcohol they'd brought (none of which he planned to consume), he wasn't surprised when Witherite approached and slapped him in greeting. "Are you ever going to stop calling me boss man?" He questioned lightly, a smile quirking his lips upward. He was used to it by now, didn't even mind it anymore, but he'd always ask the other anyway.

"Of course I did, it is a good time to bond and meet others. Some are still rather new and could do with the time to socialize." Especially his cousin and Tom as well. Those two and Valeria as well. They could all use it though and he was sure the time spent drinking and talking with others would be very good for the whole group of them.

"Cuprite should be back there dropping off what we brought as well. Perhaps I'll join in on some of these games, if you and Huntite are up for a bit more friendly competition..." He said looking from Witherite to Huntite, with an single brow raised as he spoke.




Guardian cat Katya - with Valeria in room one.

From where she'd been about Benitoite's shoulders the russian blue had been scooped up byKatya was still surprised she'd managed to convince Valeria to join everyone for the party, even though they had expressed a want to feel more apart of the Negaverse, if only because the woman seemed almost shy? She wasn't sure that was the right word to use, she didn't know her well enough to pin down a more fitting term, but Katya was glad to get her to agree to the trip down for the party. Benitoite would, of course, be providing the transportation.

From where she'd been about Benitoite's shoulders the russian blue had felt him sway, something she understood soon after when she spied the spiders Valeria dropped in the collection cup. Spiders were his weakness, they always would be, but at least he only swayed and didn't drop to the floor in a dead faint or wind up having a panic attack. So focused on her geneal was she that Katya didn't notice Valeria reaching for her until she was being scooped up by the tall corrupt senshi and snuggled. The girl really needed friends, others who served the Negaverse of course, people who she could trust and could work with. They should be people she could grow and flourish under the guidance of, someone who was either of a higher rank or at least more of a leader than she was. She would make a good corrupted, she had promising magic, but she needed to gain in rank and more importantly - confidence. This would hopefully help her, Katya wanted to get her out and meeting more people, as the mauvian was hoping she’d meet someone who could get close to her. Whether she’d meet the sort of person she needed, really needed, and not just a friend was something Katya didn’t know. Those lessons she'd gone to, hosted by that General, were a good stepping stone but there was more to be done. Tonight would be another stepping stone.

Shifting in the girl's arms Katya raised her head so she could stare up into Valeria’s face; raising a paw to touch her cheek lightly. "Tonight will be a good night for you." She was confident in the corrupted senshi. Katya desperately wanted to help the girl, even if she hadn't been the one to bring her into the Negaverse. She had come to them, those here in Destiny City, already corrupted by someone thousands of miles away with an ocean and land separating them. That didn't matter to the cat though - this was her senshi and she would see to it that she did well.

"Perhaps some food for us both." Pointing towards the food on offer for everyone to help themselves to. “I ate light tonight.” Knowing there would be food here, though not knowing what would be on offer, she had eaten something before arriving here…just not much. She had made sure to leave some room in her stomach for the food that would be here, assuming she’d like at least something here.

Captain Natrolite / Back Room/

Xenotime would probably get some weird, weird pictures later. But for now Natrolite was pleasantly distracted by a tall blonde Lt. Cuprite that walked into the backroom. The bottle in his hand tipped and sent a rush of what remaining amber liquid was in bottle down the back of throat. Empty bottle then tossed he reached for another, then picked up two and held one out to the blonde on a grin.

"They'shuld know not ta threaten me with ah gud time.." He replied cheekily and shook the bottle clearly trying to get the other to drink it. On a slide closer blues slid past the other man curiously looking over the new arrivals in the front room. Which one had Cuprite came with?

Ochre - Front Room

“He used to tell me how long he’d be.“ Of course, Slate was usually around to ask first, but their new living arrangements prevented that. Seldom did Shale ever answer that he didn’t know; the hunter always had an idea based on supplies. „I dunno. Maybe he’s trying to strip the forest clean of wildlife or something. I dunno what else he could be doing out there.“

Ochre turned his head at her touch, and was pleasantly surprised. Xenotime was always warm; perhaps not in the physical sense, but in the emotional one. „Yeah, I mean, it’s not like I can just walk out there and find him. Last time I tried to do that I got shot at…“ Which was when he learned the necessity of solitude in what his brother was doing. But, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, he learned as a response. Better to wait and let the worry fade. „Hey, we can always send him a message like we did for the Halloween party. Like, record one on our communicators and maybe he’ll give us one back or something.“ He breathed a relaxing sigh through his nose.

„But yeah, we should get something to drink. I think I’m gonna have some water. What about you? Are you gonna go for a beer or something?“

He paused, then called to one of the weak-looking youma that hung about the area as a waiter. „Hey, youma!“ But the creature completely ignored him. Sometimes, he found, being a corrupted senshi really was the s**t end of the stick.

Lt. Saponite - porch

Almost immediately after Lt. Saponite had been recruited into the Negaverse, he'd been invited to some sort of party. Naturally he decided to go, because he was happy to attend an event held by his newly-affiliated organization, and it seemed like a good place to meet people. Also, parties were fun. The fact that he went to school at Romano's now made it easier to attend, since he didn't have to ask his parents if he could go out to a party after dark, and he didn't have to ask the school staff if he could go out because all of them were in the Negaverse as well. It was really very convenient.

So he headed out, powered up, found the people with the Oija board and gave the passcode. Soon after he was being lead into a crumbling building that was appropriately decorated with spooky Halloween props. As he headed in the door, he noticed some people gathered around the porch, hitting something with a baseball bat. Figuring it must be one of the games that was mentioned, he popped inside just long enough to drop 12 spiders in the bowl with all the rest before stepping back outside to ask about the game.

The rules turned out to be simple: hit something they called a "youma" as far as you could. Saponite had no idea what a youma was, but there were many things about the Negaverse he didn't know. Most everything, actually. He'd learn soon, he was sure. As far as he could see, this creature, or object, was basically a ball with googly eyes.

The game sounded simple enough, so he offered to give it a go and took up the bat. He let the officer pitch the youma at him, and hit it as hard as he could. Which...turned out not to be terribly far. But he wasn't much of a sports player, so he was kind of happy he'd hit it at all. So he just laughed, handed the bat back, and hung around to see what else there was to see.



(OOC: Fresh-faced baby Nega recruit is available for interactions with anyone!)

Ochre - Front Room - 0 Points

“Yeah, I’m sure he knows I’m in good hands.“ It wasn’t much consolation, but Xenotime ttried. She knew something of their time back at home, but Ochre suspected that it was a difficult situation to understand if one didn’t live it themselves. Despite that, he flashed her a smile. „I don’t really want to get shot, either. Getting beaten up because I suck at fighting is bad enough.“

Thoughts drifted toward numerous battles, numerous training sessions. Xenotime - Porsha - offered potent lessons on self-defense and going on the offensive, but Ochre was naturally slow to learn. A sickly youth left him with worse coordination than his peers. For that, he thanked fate for offering him magic as a first line of defense, even if it relied on the opposing party having something worth copying.

„Hmm?“ Xenotime’s question pulled him from his reflections. „Oh, uh, well… Should I want something stronger?“ Ochre looked at her curiously. „If you want me for drinking company, I gotta warn you that I’m a super lightweight.“

Lieutenant Huntite / Front Room-Playing Youma Batting/ 0 Points

Huntite returned the grin with one of his own. "Sounds like fun. Hope you can back up those words there Wither." He said, tone both friendly and competitive, then watched as the Captain went to bat the youma. His eyes darted over to the Lieutenant that had come in with them when Witherite called him over but looked back when the Captain voiced his challenge. "You're on."

Huntite watched as the youma traveled a good distance then was brought back before picking up the bat next. "Hope you're ready to pay out Wither." He said with a smirk then swung that bat and smacked the little youma sending it flying.

Staring from Witherite to Huntite the petite General went to find himself a seat so he could watch whatever game these two were going to get up to, watching then as Witherite decided to invite another of his Lieutenant's to compete. "Well, this is good. It seems plenty of my team are going to be mingling tonight." He said glancing about the area. This was good, they were getting to talk and have fun together, some good competition as well...something more fun than anything.

His gave even moved to Saponite as he got up from his seat and went to embrace the younger. "It's good to see you here and socializing." It was very good, he hadn't been sure he'd come. Wanting to not offer a party, when he might be busy studying or doing something else for school, he hadn't mentioned the gathering to the younger officer. But seeing him here was good. "A few others I've brought into the Negaverse are here. They are your teammates and will help you if you ever need it." They would help if he got in trouble, or answer questions or help in training.

"Come." Gently as he moved him toward Witherite, Huntite, and his gaze moved toward Arseno as he was called over by his Captain. "Witherite, Huntite." Calling for their attention even as he watched the two take a bat to a poor youma and smack it about. "This is my newest Lieutenant. He shows potential - a great deal of it. Saponite is a student at Romano's." Indicating how young the Lieutenant was. He was hoping both would take care of the younger and look out for him if they ran in to him at night, and would offer help if it was asked for...or if they wanted to offer it. He was young and new - he would be a good officer if he was taught well.

Watching the two take their turns he shook his head and stepped forward to take the bat from Huntite and moved to stand in front of the baseball like youma. He really hoped this youma didn't have friends...or didn't decide to haunt him somehow in the future as revenge for this.

Taking aim with the bat he brought the bat back before he swung forward. He wasn't expecting it to go far though, actually if he missed altogether he wouldn't be surprised. Sports had never been his thing - ever. He didn't expect it to go far, he really didn't, so when it didn't go all that far he stood there...bat at his side hanging limply...and of all things a pout in place. It wasn't just that the General was pouting but his cheeks were puffed up with air as well.