The sensation was strange, but it must have been for Aden as well. But…nothing happened. To be found, special he somehow felt more unsettled than if he’d just changed.
Zinkenite –
He received the message, nodding slightly assuming that the circumstances would be much the same as the last two he’d been called to deal with.
He appeared in short order beside the General, arching his eyebrows at the motley assortment that stood before him before smiling, slightly, behind the black fabric of his mask.
“I am going to assume you’ve been given something of a recruitment speech. My name is General King Zinkenite, and you’ll pardon that I brought Absinthe here as well.”
He waved his hand at the small white bobtail that rode on his shoulder, which was
fine until she spoke.
“HI!” She churped. “I’m going to give you you’re pen!”
He almost asked what she meant, but there was a hand in his chest again before he had the chance, and the strangest sensation.
A moment later – Corupt Sailor Deucalion joined the dark kingdom.
