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 Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 5:34 pm
Adamantine looked over the corrupt with approval, noting the bright colors and long hair. Her sphere, she looked to Silk, would be donned soon.
Her gaze then went to the man. "She wishes to have him as a partner." Adamantine voice was careful, "I think as she is a corrupt, it would be beneficial to have a lieutenant with her. I know that corrupting her is tedious General King." Adamantine came over and bowed her head.
"Would you mind corrupting the man as well?" She would have to wait to name them or know their name until Silk said.
Added to that, the General King would choose the mineral name for the man. Her only power here was to inform them after all of this.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 5:50 pm
“A reasonable sentiment.” He nodded. “And He’s been very good at following orders so far, even if it was with some duress.” He tipped his head in a nod to the young man this time. He stepped towards him - and lifting a hand to take the place of the Corrupt whom held him so precariously by his star seed. “I am sorry, as I mentioned before this will hurt, but I assure you, that we have all been through this same experience.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2019 3:14 pm
Fletcher didn't need to know anything about the Negaverse or chaos to know the man walking up to Lacey now was dangerous. He hadn't done anything threatening, hadn't even so much as raised his voice to them and yet there was a potential about him that had the redhead tightening his fingers around Lacey's, clinging to her hand as he fought the conflicting instincts either step in front of her or take off running with her on tow. The woman in sparkles had a similar feel to her. She was calm, tone even and voice neutral, but he just knew she could have followed through with every threat that'd been tossed at them. Wary eyes watched at the former came to a stop in front of them, and spoke to Lac, then he was thrusting a hand into her chest Fletcher bit back an inarticulate sound, fear etched across sallow features as he stood helplessly at her side, hand still tight around her own. He wanted to ask what was happening, what they were doing to her, but the answer presented itself as her fingers tightened around his own, darkness surrounding her. "Lacey?" She hid it well, but that still looked like it hurt, and he was reaching up like he meant to touch her face before the woman that'd been standing beside him changed completely. It..it was still her, their hands were still connected, but it wasn't. Somehow. She looked different, not just her clothing but mess of hair that now spilled down to the backs of her calves, cascading over her shoulders. But the biggest difference, the most alarming, were the dark, crack lined holes at her forehead and chest. "Lacey..." he touched her shoulder. "You've got... Are you okay?" He looked up to her face helplessly. But the two in blue weren't finished with them yet. Fletcher's attention jerked back to the girl with silvery hair and he really wished she'd stop making it sound like he was expendable, an afterthought, but he didn't have much time to dwell on it before the shorter man's hand had plunged into his chest as the woman's had before her. It stole his breath, tightened freckle kissed features as that same painful pressure shot through him. Then the man apologized and it became so much worse than it had been the first time. It felt like someone was trying to rip him apart from the inside out, and because he wasn't half as strong as Lacey was he wasn't half so good at not letting it show. A strangled scream tore from his chest as he staggered, free hand wrapping around the man's wrist, but even as he watched he was also changing . Torn jeans and worn plaid giving way to black on black on black with silver studs. 
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2019 4:26 pm
"Ugh, of course he's a screamer." The kitten drawled, but when a newly minted lieutenant joined the side of the newly minted Corrupt senshi, the kitten was pretty damn pleased. Adamantine snagged two tonight. He was nothing short of proud. And, not that he'd say this out loud, but he was glad for the man. Being potential, being an agent, was far better than being youma chow. Good for him. "Corrupt Sailor Peacock---" Here, Silk's nose couldn't help but wrinkle at the name. It was kind of weird...and those were some pompous a** birds at the zoo. "Senshi of Toxicity." He nodded his head firmly, and after a moment, still focusing on keeping Zinkenite's aura cloaked, Silk did a neat little flip in the air. When he gracefully landed back on Adamantine's shoulder, he turned his head up and caught Peacock's henshin pen. The kitten turned to Adamantine with it, waiting for her to take it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2019 6:01 pm
Adamantine didn't care much for the feelings of them while they corrupted, as long as they were. The scream didn't bother her as much, nor did the twisting of his form. Once they were changed though, Silk dropped the pen down in her hand.
"Thank you Silk." She booped the kitten on the nose again, only to also reach up and bring his face close to hers, rubbing her cheek against Silks. "Corrupt Peacock of Toxicity-" The sphere was good and so...."You may take a negaverse name if you choose. Formally I was once known as Interamnia but I refer to my Negaverse mineral name, Adamantine." She offered.
The pen was held out to Peacock. "The negaverse rewards those that are loyal and even more so, when they prove their worth. You and this lieutenant, you will answer you quota's to me but otherwise, there will be no reign." She looked over to General King Zinkenite for confirmation but continued to speak.
"Silk and I are always open for your questions, but we will not always be available for your needs or wants. There is communication crystals for your questions, I will teach you."
Her gaze did not change, nor did her voice. " Starseeds are valuable, but we want to keep ourselves low. These-" She syphoned off of peacock rather then the lieutenant and pulled the energy bead out.
"These are energy orbs." She let it go. "Do you have any questions?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2019 6:04 pm
“This is, a military rooted organization, it’s this organization that we depend on. We are in a war, there are people whom call themselves the side of Order, people tied to literal, alien worlds, people whom would recruit children to fight us, it’s them that we use the energy you collect to fight against. Do you understand?” He took a breath nodding at those around him, acknowledgement. “It’s a strange world we have brought you into, but we will help you understand. It’s dangerous, but there are officers you can seek out for defense, for information, for training. Don’t be afraid to reach out, As she said we will not punish you for questions, only for insubordination, or betrayal. I do know that I am repeating these things, but each and every one of us has stood in your shoes. It’s a great deal to take in.“
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 6:06 pm
Her indigo eyes moved from the man who'd had his hand in her chest - and not in the sexy way - to the white haired one in the princess sparkle gown behind him. She still had the same sort of blank expression on her face, but she still did sound at least slightly approving.
Her attention, however, was much more focused on Fletcher beside her, their hands still linked. She had heard his questioning voice, his uncertain tone, and her fingers squeezed his - both reassuringly and because she wanted him to know that they were making the right choice.
It would be fine. She would make it be fine. That was what she did.
She didn't get a chance to answer Fletcher, because the man in blue (she kept forgetting his name) had thrust his hand into Fletcher's chest as well, and pure nerve and instinct and a streak of stubbornness a mile wide kept her from flinching as he screamed. Blackness was crawling up Fletcher's body, shifting over him, curling around his legs and his torso and his arms until -
Until he too, was no longer Fletcher. It felt weird to know that it was Fletcher, and yet not see him, her mind doing a sort of strange skip from one thing to the next, trying to fill in the missing pieces of memory that seemed to not want to work well.
But it was over. And the cat was giving her an appraising sort of look.
One dark, expertly plucked eyebrow raised.
"Peacock?" she repeated, and almost rolled her eyes. "The ******** kinda name is that?"
It wasn't directed at the cat. More at the universe, her eyes rolling skyward to stare up at the stars. "But, well. Can't complain. Could be worse. Could be Worm or something. All right, well. Here we are. Peacock."
Senshi of Toxicity sounded badass, though. And her outfit was pretty bangin. Peacock turned her head to look back at Adamantine, reaching out to accept the pen offered to her, rolling it over in her fingers as she glanced down at it, silver and blue. It took her another moment to realize that Adamantine was doing something to her, pulling at her until a glowing orb was held in one pale hand.
Peacock's brows furrowed. Her eyes moved first to Not-Fletcher and then to Blue again.
"I'm not afraid," she said, and it was true. "And don't worry, I don't squeal. I'll keep your secrets. We both will," she added, giving Not-Fletcher's hand another squeeze. After a moment, she added, "Thanks. I think I get the general gist of it, yeah."
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 6:50 pm
Lacey's hand in his was a lifeline and he squeezed those slender fingers back as the hand leaving his chest made him stagger, his other hand pressing over the place it had been as he pulled in deep lungfuls of air to catch his breath again. He felt awful, worn out and sore all over, like the morning after a bad bender. He hadn't heard the black cat's remark, and that was probably for the best. If it weren't for Lacey's presence he'd have doubted it all, himself, this, but he was almost positive this wasn't some bad trip, and he and Lacey were now something more than they had been a moment before because some masked, militaristic ninja had shoved his hand through their chest. He hadn't ruled out the possibility of this all being a bad dream, but it was seeming less and less likely with every moment. He watched on as the woman addressed them again, as hr hand hovered over Lacey's shoulder and silvery little orb appeared between her fingers. A puzzled frown settled firmly on pale features, brows furrowed, and it was a damn good thing the drummer was following what the two of them were saying because Fletcher was still lagging a little behind. Brain a little slower to digest the information that was being poured over them. It was a lot. What did sink in was that they were now a part of some secret organization with duties and rules to adhere to, and punishment awaiting insubordination. And on top of that, there was anther group that was working against them, a group that recruited children. To the man whose very presence lay over them like a weighted blanket he nodded that he understood, but he had a question for the woman. "Why is her...what's wrong with her forehead and chest?" He asked softly, looking from her back to Lacey again, at the dark hole above her brow. The other woman, Adamantine, she had them too. Fingertips pressed against his own chest as if he were feeling for similar cracks but he felt nothing but his own sternum and ribs. With a worried frown he reached out to touch her collarbone, his thumb brushing the skin next to one of the cracks but not over it. He'd also noticed that only Lacey had been given a name, Peacock, and that had him looking at the cat on the other woman's shoulder. "If she's Peacock, who am I now?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 7:05 pm
Silk's nose scrunched up as it was booped again, and he had been about to pull back a bit from the initial act, except Adamantine had his face and well---cheek rubs made it all better. He even purred very, very lightly---but not too much, because Zinkenite was still here and he was still trying to look cool, okay? The Guardian let the General King and Adamantine cover the info dump and what not. The kitten couldn't help but snort in agreement with the senshi though. " You're telling me, short stuff." He replied. "You'd be better off taking on a mineral name to avoid the sheer embarrassment---but I don't pick the original name--- it picks you and all that s**t." When the lieutenant turned the question on him, Silk looked to the man, and was quick to reply, "Your name is Lieutenant Mopey as fuuuck am-I-rite?" He let that hang in the air for a moment, tail flicking lightly. "Guardians don't have the same connections with lieutenants that they do with senshi. Names don't magically appear for you. Lieutenants more often than not get named by the higher ranking officers who brought them in---or they name themselves." Golden eyes flicked to Adamantine and Zinkenite. "So ask nicely and maybe they'll give you something cool---way cooler than Peacock."
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 10:25 pm
Adamantine's gaze only shifted for a second to the general king, before she spoke again.
"The holes in our foreheads and our chest are reminders that we serve Metallia of the negaverse and not the white moon queen of Order." She would've smirked at Peacock had it not been silly name either, but she didn't want to let the woman know she thought that.
Her gaze grew to the Lieutenant and she didn't know what to offer him, offically, as a corrupt senshi....she had no power to name him or even assign his rank. She did not like leaving the lieutenant nameless, so she came closer to Zinkenite and gently reached out to his coat.
"I cannot name him. What should I call him?" She cocked her head at the lieutenant, "I do not wish to impede on your rank sir." To Silk, she allowed the kitten to speak as he did.
After all, it was better for Silk to get it out then leave it in and they needed to know what kind of guardian they'd be serving with.
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2019 11:33 am
“Lieutenant Ulrichite.” He said after a moment to glance the new recruit up and down. Apparently satisfied he assigned this name, as though there were a particular kind of gravity to it. “As officers, our chosen names come from minerals, that one in particular, is radioactive.” He turned his attention back to the corrupt senshi and tipped his head slightly at her …uniform. It was interesting what remained constant and what changed. “There are enough interesting myths behind the name Peacock, that you may find it less strange after a short time. You’ll find the name has some tie to a celestial body.” He added. “It’s a …senshi thing. Dead home worlds where the core of your being once heralded from.” "Thank you again, Adamantite, Silk." He inclined his head to each in turn. You have found excellent things."
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