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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:15 pm
Sean JonesSean had been interested when he got the invitation for the gathering. He was always happy to meet more people in the Negaverse, and seeing them in civilian form sounded fun. The choice of location was a bit odd, to be sure, but he was sure that whoever had called the meeting (he didn't catch a name and didn't recognize the voice) knew what they were doing. So Sean had made his way over to the Chuck E. Cheese. He'd never been i one himself, but he'd seen plenty of the TV ads, and was kind of curious what it was really like. Inside he saw a play area on one side, arcade games on the other, a counter where you'd swap tickets for cheap prizes, and someone who looked too old for this place heading for a back room. What was probably where he needed to be, too. He started for that door, but before he'd taken two steps he was nearby run over by a kid running from the arcade to the prize counter, a rope of tickets clutched in one hand. "Woah! Watch where you're going, buddy," he told the kid. He thought he heard a 'sorry' as the kid swerved around him. Grinning at the boy and the sight of all the other kids in the place - they sure were excited to be here! - he headed into the back room. Sean found this room, as expected, seemed to be a kid-free zone; everyone looked to be teens or older. As he looked around, he didn't recognize anyone at first, though considering he didn't know the civilian identities of many people, he wasn't surprised. Then a smile split his face as he spotted one of the few people he did know. Making his way over to Mr. Evans, he said, "Hi! Good to see you again, sir."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:34 pm
Alexandre Evans / General BenitoiteTurning as the door opened to let more people in, just as he was about to seat himself on the edge of the table, he let his slate eyes drift over who he knew to be Cinnabar, files on officers were such a marvelous thing. "I'd say anywhere but here would be nice. These children make me want to assist their parents by...subduing their little monsters." He stated while seating himself.
His feet, unlucky for him, didn't quite reach the ground but that was fine. He let his feet swing a bit; looking like a child which he wasn't. When he spotted one of his own team members the blond was reaching out for him as the ginger approached. "Alex is fine, sir isn't needed here." He said, keeping his voice low for the other. "You've been well I hope?" He questioned the other, hoping he was managing the balance of school and duties well. He did worry about his officers who had to balance the two things, as both could be rather demanding on their own. Together...he did worry, he didn't want their civilian lives to suffer due to their duties.
"You're new year went well?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:41 am
Bob the Guardian Cat
She was a pretty gal, certainly, but Bob had a feeling from the haughty way she held herself that the beaut was of the high maintenance variety. Yeah, sure, this wasn't the most brilliant of places to gather around, but it still meant free grub, right?
His stomach rumbled, a reminder that he'd yet to partake of the offered freebies. Leaning down, he abruptly bit down on the crust end of the closest pepperoni slice. Lifting it up, he struggled to tear off the bread, forcing him to extend one paw out and hold the greasy pizza down as his teeth tore into the end. Ripping off a bite, he swallowed and moved in for a second before turning back to the pretty ladycat. "It ain't as rubbery as it looks - haven't you ever had some good greasy pizza, gorgeous?"
Heck, it was better than dumpster diving, that was for sure.
The tips of his ears twitched as he sensed another aura approaching the room. Glancing off towards the entryway, a grin formed on his maw as he saw another large feline, a brown one at that. It'd been too long since he'd seen another cat of his gender and size lurking about - what were the odds?
"Hey there, friend. Pizza's up here, if you wanted to grab some before the kiddos take it all!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:57 am
Lt. Keyite | Ian St. GeorgeIan caught the feral looking red-head's pointed words and simply quirked a brow. The man wore a dorky crown - clearly this was the fellow that had called to them all - so he supposed there should be some respect afforded, uncouth as he seemed. "Oh, my bad." His accent was obvious and cultured, his face likely somewhat familiar - depending on how much Obsidian remembered. "I assumed courtesies would be exchanged, but by all means...thrill me with your banality and boorish manners." "Ian St. George, Lieutenant Keyite under General Aurostibite." He wanted name and rank, did he not? The curly haired blond believed that had been what was requested. Tsunake He's Colin's cousin and they look quite similar so Drew might...catch onto that. IDK. HI I MISSED THIS GUY. --- Tiberius, Guardian CatTail twitching, Tiberius found the little drama happening between the curly-haired nerd and the hungry looking redhead to be quite amusing; it kept his attention until another guardian cat caught his attention. Big and ginger and male, with a scruffy-but-affable aspect, the fluffy tabby sauntered himself on over before bunching his body and launching up to join him. "Tiberius. Thanks, I'd hate to miss out on pizza." Maybe if they both shed enough, they could get a pie mostly to themselves? "Who's the blue?" Tibs gestured at Katya curiously before yanking bites off a slice of pizza for himself. Probably he should have said hi to the human that called the meeting, but that guy was ...engaged in a verbal sparring session. "She looks Papered." As in, Pedigree.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 10:02 am
Lieutenant Angelite aka Julianne Payne
Despite the elaborate, over the top attitude the young man was displaying in her direction (or the catty comment Andrew had quipped out in his direction), Julie couldn't help but grin at the cocky attitude. Well, and the flattery - though she'd never actually admit it to him.
"When is he not celebrating himself?"
Drew was lapping up the attention, the crown still bobbing atop fiery red hair. She'd give him credit - there was a bigger turn out than she'd initially expected there to be.
Her pen continued to zip across the paper, sharp ears doing their best to catch names being exchanged within the conversations taking place around the room. As soon as she'd caught enough identities for discussing later with her commander, she'd more than happily grab a soda and find the closest exit out of this chaos-fest.
A woman approached the King of the Party Table, her piercing red eyes hauntingly familiar, as was her boldness. Julie's pen paused in its scribbling as she quietly watched the exchange unfold.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 3:57 pm
Lieutenant Annabergite aka Adrien Davids
Adrien turned his head to Andrew, fluttering a grin in his direction.
"I wouldn't say no to one, your highness," he cooed airily, before looking back at Julianne. "Though, you do have a point, he does seem the type to continually celebrate the good things in life." Such as himself. "You, however - 'the missus?' What's the clipboard for?"
He wasn't going to try and look at it, because that was rude, but the urge to do so was there anyway.
"Are you reporting us all to security or something?" Adrien deadpanned.tsunake I'm still trying to figure this idiot out 8U
It took him a moment to realize that the small one was right. Seth brushed hair idly out of his face and said, "Oh, yes, we haff. Apologies; those events can be verrrry tedious. Should like to spend more on the wine and less on the decorations."
He committed the name Delphine Rousseau to memory, Seth idly prodding fingers along Ian's shoulder blade in an absentminded, bored gesture, gaze sweeping the room. There was a good number of people clustered around; his other hand slid into the pocket of his jeans, followed by the first as he dropped his arm.
"Vat is the purpose of being here, exactly?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 4:49 pm
General Obsidian | Andrew CollinsHis eyes brightened immediately as a distinct, very familiar woman came sauntering through the door. She was much less scaly and lacking the very fun tail that had first caught his attention, but no less beautiful. "Ahh, but you chose to waste time on me!" He grinned widely at her, gesturing for her to come take a seat next to him. "It might be more fun back home, but do they provide shitty pizza? No. No they do not. I'm a man of taste!" His eyes flickered sharply towards the blond, pausing for a moment to study his face. Familiar. He couldn't quite place it though, his memories still skewed as they were. Still... yes, familiar. "Does General Aurostibite allow his whelps to speak so poorly to his superiors? I think I'll make a note to have him still a bit more civility in you, Sir Ian." He smiled and fluttered his lashes, all rainbows and sunshine before he laughed and turned his attention away from the boy. Angelite and Annabergite appeared to be hitting it off well. As well as one could expect in a ten minute exchange, so far. "You two are delightful. You'll be the decorators for my next party, deal? I'm thinking the pool." Syrie i'm so sorry, he's a giant d**k still YOU DIDN'T REALLY MISS HIM. kuropeco he's adorable, that's all you need to know
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 5:26 pm
Corrupted Super Ceraskia | Delphine RousseauAs recognition flitted across Seth's features the girl smiled, pleased, then nodded in agreement. "They can at that." Delphine very nearly bristled at the comment from the man that had called this little meeting, but kept the sudden p***k of irritation to herself, and off delicate features as she turned to watched the redhead with the inflatable crown. A general, though he seemed far less disciplined than her own lovely mistress. The dancers standards for authority had been set very high, and in all honesty, very few she had met compared. Lips pursed, she reached out to lay a light hand on Ian's arm as he introduced himself(confirming her suspicions as well), and received something that sounded like a very thinly veiled threat. It had her glancing around the room for the other general, though she wouldn't have known him on sight, not unless he introduced himself. Drawing in a slow, measured breath, Delphi turned back to face the redhead again so that she could also introduce herself. "I am Delphine Rousseau. Corrupted sailor Ceraskia of scorn, serving under general Schrol." Her voice was clear and cultured, hinting that there may have been voice lessons at some point in the dainty woman's past.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 5:54 pm
Sean JonesAt the correction. Sean replied, "Oh, uh, right. Alex, then." Even though this was a casual setting, it felt strange to address the man by his first name. Even besides being his superior officer, he was still a teacher at Sean's school. "Yes, I've been well," he answered. "School's going well and I've been getting used to things here." 'Here' of course meant the Negaverse, but he didn't want to say as much in the semi-public setting. Just like how he didn't want to specify 'things' meant patrolling and energy draining. Though come to think of it, there was something that was not going so great, so he added, "Though I need to look into getting some...uh, self-defense lessons." AKA combat training, so he didn't get beat up by another senshi. He looked around the room a bit as they talked, and noted that someone was wearing a birthday crown. The guy who'd called them all here, maybe? There was pizza out, but not a lot of people seemed to be going for it...besides a few of the talking cats. It seemed there were quite a few of them here, actually.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2017 6:51 am
Corrupt Super Haumea / Kekipi Ikaika
It felt almost… unnatural to be Kekipi instead of Haumea. Yet, the orders that had come across his communicator had been clear. Civilian forms only. And as the orders had come from a General, Kekipi had felt it wisest to comply. And as he crossed the (he could only use the term in the loosest possible sense) restaurant, he began to wonder why he’d bothered. The screaming children, the unnerving animatronics, the quote-unquote food. The purist within his soul wanted nothing more than to set fire to this place and shove fresh vegetables down the throat of every patron.
As he got to the party room, he took note of the female with the clipboard and gave her a polite enough nod, though he had no idea who she might be. The one who’d sent out the invitation was a little easier to guess. Bright red hair with an inflatable crown perched atop, casually dressing down other people that Kekipi didn’t know… Yep. That had to be the General. Not wanting to draw undue attention to himself, the tall be-dredlocked and tattooed man gave the presumed superior officer a politely formal bow and moved to be as out of the way as possible. Both of the man and the shitty, shitty pizza. Seriously. How could that guy eat it so gleefully? The grease content alone should have stopped the man’s heart by now, given how he was inhaling the stuff.
“There is no way,” he muttered to himself, “that anything approaching real food has even been in the same damn room as this stuff.”
For a moment, he wondered if he should take any to bring to Alkaid, then quickly decided that she’d likely be as horrified as he was by the stuff. Still, he could watch and observe and bring her back any interesting gossip. Though he dearly wished for people he knew to be around. It was always much easier to bring back a complete report when one had as many perspectives as possible. For that matter, he wished Alkaid was here. Could she even don a civilian guise with how completely she’d given herself to Metallia? He’d have to remember to ask.
For a few moments, Kekipi amused himself by watching some of the Dark Kingdom’s feline members attacking the pizza. He was amazed that none of them were covered in cheese. And after a few moments of hugging the walls, he decided to slowly move around the room. If for no other reason than it gave him something to do. And hopefully helped to mask just how badly his social skills had degraded as he’d continued to willingly shed his humanity. And how very, very out of the loop he was with just who all these people were.
Finally, he gave up on trying to blend in and, amidst the noises of screaming children, terrible music and shouting arcade games, approached the woman with the clipboard, murmuring softly, “Are we supposed to check in with you, Miss…?”
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Captain Kadyrelite / Alodie Sambrook
Any hesitation Alodie might have felt at answering the unknown General’s summons had quickly evaporated in the face of free pizza. Strytha had been less enthused and as they crossed the restaurant, lost no time in voicing it’s complaints.
This is foolish! Why should we be here when there are better things we could be doing with our time? Why are the small humans screeching like that? And why are they eating what smells like lard coated plastic?
Doing her best to not burst into laughter at the tracker youma’s confusion and disgust, Alodie kept her thoughts and words to herself until they were safely in the party room with folks who were a whole lot more likely to be understanding about her having conversations with herself.
“It’s called pizza, y’little monster. It’s good. And that wasn’t… okay, it was screeching, but they were happy. Kids make a lot of noise when they’re happy and having fun. Just relax and try to enjoy yourself. And as you love reminding me, manners! A General asked for agents to come, so we came. Simple.”
She flashed a brilliant smile at the woman with the clipboard and felt Strytha groan in horror as she set eyes on the man who couldn’t be anyone but the General. Personally, Alodie liked the inflatable crown perched atop his fiery hair. And, she rather thought it was nice to see an officer with a sense of humor.
He makes a mockery of the Dark Kingdom, Strytha wailed inside her mind. Alodie couldn’t agree, but she was rather grateful that unless Strytha jacked her throat, no one else could hear the youma’s griping. In fact, she was about to suggest getting pizza when her eyes fell on a table laden with pizza and cats. One particular cat made her lips pull back from her teeth in a feral grimace.
Oh! We know that one, Strytha purred. We should say hello…
Snorting in amusement, Alodie carefully made her way to the table, doing her best to keep out of the cat’s sight. It would spoil their fun if the cat saw them too soon, after all. Besides, how often was it that woman and youma were so perfectly in accord? And it wasn’t like she was going to actually attack the wretched furball. Just… put a bit of the fear of god into him. Really, it was too bad they were all in so public a place. Because inviting Strytha to show itself to the cat was a terribly tempting thought. She just didn’t want any random kids to see and become frightened or curious. She was not a complete monster, after all! She just wanted to ******** around with a mangy cat’s head. See? Not monstrous at all!
Finally, she stood beside the table, just behind the neck-tie wearing feline. With a silent assent, she allowed Strytha to take over her voice, the hissing, inhuman tones unmistakeable.
“Hello, little snack. We have missed you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 6:33 am
Lt. Keyite | Ian St. GeorgeIan bristled inwardly as Obsidian dug at his General, but outwardly his expression remained a study in bored acceptance. He's insane, to claim I am the one being rude when he started that way, pah. Americans. But Ian was shrewd and he understood very well that to thrive in the Negaverse he must play things very politik, so he inclined his head with as much graciousness as could be mustered "As it pleases you to instruct, Sir." After being very obviously dismissed, he turned his attentions back to Seth while trying to keep his irritation under wraps. "The purpose? To meet a living legend, I believe." He gave a nod towards the red-headed General in sheeps clothing that was making introductions to the lovely Delphine. Ian would not damage her standing with the general by acting overly familiar while she was making introductions. Perhaps it would not have mattered, but there was no point in risking it. Tsunake I DID MISS HIM HELLO GOODBYE ;O; <3
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 11:43 am
Lieutenant Stellerite aka Penelope Rey
Penelope knew that meetings weren't Alrik's thing, but she preferred to go into situations like this, that could possibly tense and go poorly depending on the energies in the room, with the person she trusted most at her side. "Please Ali," she sighed, giving her little brother a pointed look.
"You know why I wanted you here." As a comfort, because the Reys were at their best when they were together as far as the blonde was concerned. "You can run off and play though, but you'll come when I call?" It was more of a statement than a question, but Penelope was already fishing in her purse to produce a few bills to give to her eager sibling. "Please behave," she begged, glancing at the gaggle of children that populated the place.
Why the general had picked such a place was beyond her, but who was she to question?
"Off you go," she made a shooing gesture with her hands, the go ahead Alrik would know to take as a run free.
Meanwhile, she made her way into the party room, blue eyes sweeping across the hoard of people she assumed were part of the Negaverse. Many she didn't know, but there were a few spotting here and there that she did. Ian, for one, and Delphine, for another. Before she had the chance to interact with the dancer, her co-worker had swept her up and Penelope resolved to make a proper acquaintance with the ballerina at a later time.
For now, she was content to sit back and watch.--
Corrupt Sailor Hydra aka Rory Willows
Rory had set her board against the wall, finding a corner to stash it before too many people filled the room. Bob had wiggled out of her arms at some point, springing onto the table laden with pizza in a manner that had her shaking her head. "You're going to get fat if you eat too much junk," she scolded, despite making no move to stop him. She'd found him eating worse before and figured that, as a not-typical, cat he would likely be fine.
Because this was the type of engagement that made Rory shy, she looked, a bit desperately, for someone that she might recognize so that she could latch to them until she felt more relaxed or at ease. Unfortunately, there was no one in her immediate vicinity that she thought she might know, besides, perhaps the cat she'd just relinquished, their handsome host, and perhaps the tall, dark haired woman who held herself in a way that was reminiscent of the slightly terrifying, not human general she'd seen back in negaspace.
More tentatively than she would like, because she was so, so desperate to prove herself capable, she approached the generals and tried to look like she was standing as tall as her five feet and three inches would allow her. whimsical blue vague recognition and proximity as Rory tries to find her voice! tsunake queue starry-eyed fangirl
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 9:05 am
Lieutenant Angelite aka Julianne Payne
She chuckled again at the young man's questioning, pulling the clipboard closer to her chest out of habit. "If you're concerned about being kicked out of Chuck E Cheese's, of all places..." She shook her head, black hair short enough to stay put where it was, "Well. I wouldn't worry about it."
Her smile continued as she stepped forward, patting her General's shoulder gently - wouldn't want to de-crown the party king, after all. Talk of future parties was already giving her the beginnings of a headache. A Negaverse pool party? Maybe next year. In the meantime, however, she felt she had enough names on her list to assist them in their future endeavors and that it was time to take her leave.
Leaning down, she whispered softly. "I'm going to see myself out, Mr. Collins. Please let me know when you need me next."
With that, heels clicked their way out of the small birthday party room and into the large, open space of screaming children and bewildered parents. Had it been any other occasion, she might have found a bit of fun to be had. Stuck in a room full of potentially ruthless killers, however... and it seemed to be far too close to a business affair to be fun.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 9:17 am
Bob the Guardian Cat
"Heya Tibs, the name's Bob." Bending down, he snatched off a pepperoni from his rather mauled looking slice of pizza as he couldn't help but grin, already liking this other feline's attitude. Making an effort to chew and swallow before finishing his statement, he nodded his head cheerfully, "It figures that most of the cute ones are stuck up. C'est la vie."
His jovial mood quickly dissipated, however, when a horribly, menacingly familiar voice began to hiss behind him. The ginger fur on his back and tail stood up immediately as memories of the youma-infused Captain flashed in front of his eyes. She'd threatened to eat him, she'd had intentions of eating him and he wasn't one hundred percent sure that anyone in the party room would be willing to pry a Guardian like himself from the jaws of a youma at the current moment.
"Tibs...I think it's time to jet." His voice was a struggle to find, but he managed to shakily announce his intentions before drooping down to snatch an extra slice of pizza and then bolting for the door.
Syrie time to make like a tree and LEAF DaisyMilk SO LONG, FAREWELL, PLEASE DON'T FOLLOW
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 9:54 am
Tiberius the Guardian CaetBob. His new best friend had a good, strong, easy name. Perfect. If they'd had hands instead of paws, no doubt but that there would have been hand shakes or maybe even fist bumps to recognize their new brotherhood. Knowing winks and sly grins. Bob knows where it's at. Fussy by virtue of understanding that if he returned 'home' filthy he'd be booted, Tiberius took time to wipe his little paws on a paper napkin that had been under a plate before licking at the pads of his paws and smoothing the thick fur of his face. "Pity, but too true." She was lovely, yes, but being stuck up made it harder to get to know her. Truly, he was grateful for his online girlfriend. Ash wasn't stuck up, she was wonderful. And smart. And thought he was hilarious and charming (which of course, he was, but it was nice that she recognized these things). The mood around them took a nosedive when a weirdly resonant voice spoke; it was the sort of sound that put your fur on edge and set your teeth to unpleasant aching. Bob checked out with speed, but Tibs remained, shocked by the threat and sort of frozen in place; large tufted ears swept back flat to his skull and every inch of his fur was puffed out massively to increase his size. From low in the Mauvian's chest came a death rumble - what the hell was this and why had it called Bob "little snack"? Every instinct in the guardian was to run the hell away - instead he stayed put, angry and growling, and thought about charging his laser. Ghouliboo HE WILL JOIN YOU INNA BIT DaisyMilk jaslkdjfalskdfjsd congrats you've ******** this guy's DAY UP XD
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