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Cymophane

Cymophane wiggled his fingers in a little wave to Taenite, who might be a bit too blasé about everything, but at least he had nice abs. And he made Cymophane laugh, which was nice in serious situations like this, where Cymophane felt like the only cheerful person in the room.

Not that he couldn’t be serious when he wanted to be, he just chose not to.

“Oops, brain freeze?” he said when Kamacite failed to give more than his name, offering him an excuse that had nothing to do with the fact that Kamacite clearly wasn’t comfortable around most people.

Cymophane sipped at his frappuccino again, sucking loudly through the straw — perhaps obnoxiously so.

“Hi, I’m M—” he began speaking to the room at large, but stopped and corrected himself within seconds. “Cymophane, but I’m new and not used to the name yet. If you couldn’t tell from the outfit, my power is leopards. My strengths are my offensive magic and a cute, innocent looking face. Lack of experience is my weakness, but I think I’m plucky enough to make up for it. Special skills include fluency in multiple languages.”

Corvusite

Corvusite simply followed after Benitoite. When the General mentioned more corrupts, he gave a bored side eye. "What's wrong with there being more Corrupts then Officers??" Not that he really cared much.

He sighed when everyone started introducing themselves. Great... "Corvusite... Basic Senshi." They were free to take a wild guess as to his sphere. He didn't know or care how long he'd been in the Negaverse. It was really no ones business but his own. He was here under Beni's instruction, and to make sure the other didn't get hurt.

Mauvian Gremlin

Unclipped, long yellow claws clicking across the stone floor was all that signaled Gremlin's arrival. He gave a vicious spit of sound toward a human that tread too close to him on their entrance, as he scrabbled toward the back where the only familiar face of the bunch stood waiting. He clambered up a chair to the tabletop, and then took a graceless leap from the table to dig his claws unapologetically into the fabric that adorned agent Rakovanite's shoulder as he struggled to balance himself there.

Once settled as well as he could be, with body hunched so that all four paws could find purchase, he crinkled his nose, scraggly whiskers twitching as Gremlin hissed, "You smell," by way of greeting. Like pungent human soaps attempting and failing epically to mimic gentle, sweet nature scents.

Totally disgusting and unappealing.

"I can't believe anyone showed up to this without the promise of incentives," he hissed, pointed teeth probably a little too close to Rakovanite's ear for comfort. And if he didn't hear what he wanted to hear, there would be blood. He hoped that point was obvious. "Where's the food? I don't get out of bed for less than a roast chicken. One of those garlicy-herby ones from the Walmart. Even you should be able to swing that."

He wasn't crazy about working with the agents, but Gremlin could at least acknowledge that the only reason he was kept around and reasonably comfortable were the abilities he brought to the table. If he didn't perform, he didn't get fed, simple as that. But he didn't want to settle for less than he felt he deserved. His kind was a commodity. He should be treated with respect. Reverence.

And so it was a bit of a surprise to see that there were other Guardians: at least two that he could see, but they were each with their human, and he felt it would for sure be intrusive to any other Mauvian's space if he would interrupt them...

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Captain Rakovanite

His experiences with the Mauvian were limited, but it was this one that Lashenite called on, so it seemed like Rakovanite should do the same. It had been impressed on him that they were useful. If he could find one willing to keep close to him- Though he did wish it was one he wouldn't have to bribe, or at least one that wouldn't spit obscenities at him.

"Thank you for coming," he murmured. "I tend not to keep whole roast chickens on me, but maybe a small snack will tide you over, and I will find something more substantial for you once the meeting is over." He reached into his space pocket and pulled out an unopened package of Oreos. Gremlin wasn't the only one of his team Rakovanite had to bribe to function. Calaverite also liked treats to spur him into action, so Rakovanite had taken to keeping something small on him, even if he wasn't fond of the cookie, himself.

Once the Mauvian was at least somewhat sated, he turned his focus back to the gathering as those present began to introduce themselves, and-

No. Rakovanite would not be doing that. Wonderful that everyone else was willing, to various degrees, it seemed, but he did not prefer to speak details about himself in front of anyone, let alone groups of people he did not know or trust. Besides, he had only intended to listen, not to participate. It would be a waste of time for him to speak.

Lt. Eveite

Her stylus paused for a moment as she listened to the General. It wasn't overt, but she could tell by the words he had said. Disappointment, annoyance, they were in there. She made sure to write it down. For a group such as this she wasn't surprised that most weren't forthcoming to say what they could and couldn't do. What did the General mean in terms of strengths and weaknesses? Temperament? Powers? It was very generalized. And not many could really list their own weaknesses without fear of retribution or other retaliatory action. Maybe not now, but if the General were to report it, others could possibly lose the possibility of promotions, be assigned elsewhere, or even worse. She knew that the Negaverse would get rid of it's own Agents at times.

And besides, did everyone have to know everything about each other? One couldn't give up all of their secrets to the Negaverse. Even if they were an Army, they were still composed of individuals. Everyone deserved to have some information about them kept to themselves, at least until it was revealed in a more public way by the person themselves.

Her eyebrows shifted together in a moment of thought. If he really wanted them to get to know each other in such a way, perhaps forms should have been required before the group had started and could then be passed out. If she could find a... better time for the General, she considered contacting him to offer her services for such things. They were more like secretarial work, but she would offer it nonetheless. Or just suggest it to him.

She kept all of this to herself however, and only nodded at the General for what he told her to do. "It will be done sir." She said, though she wished she knew what building it was. It would take a while, so it would be best to start working on the systems right away. The first part was always reconnaissance, so the earlier she could do it the better. "I'll need to know which building it is first though. I can go from there."

General Scheelite and Epsilon
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In his mind, Scheelite had been given an absolutely vital job to do. While he was a bubbly, goofy sort of officer there was one thing he took extremely seriously, and that was the safety of his fellow officers. While on point he'd be alert and entirely focused on the job. Those who had known him before would likely have been surprised, but ever since that time at the warehouse...

Well...

There just wasn't any room to goof off during a mission like this. Fun and games could come later, off duty or back in Negaspace. Not here. He wouldn't ever jeopardize a mission. Scheelite was all too aware just how easily things could go bad.

"Sounds good to me. Don't hesitate to call for backup, there's no shame in falling back when you need to."
The last thing they needed was to lose an officer due to pride in seeking help.


As for Epsilon, well he seemed absolutely delighted. There were no traumatic memories from past missions looming in the back of his mind. No, this cat was eager to jump right in and get to work. Dampening auras so the others could move more easily was so sneaky...and he loved it. This mission was going to be GREAT.

"Looking forward to working with you, Generals Benitioite and Faustite!"

Really. He could not wait.

Sailor Taenite

Well at least someone appreciated his jokes, and he grinned at Cymophane in approval. For everything he heard about the Negaverse, he knew it was a shady organization, which was part of the appeal really. But he hadn’t realized how many would be so uptight about everything. From the General who couldn’t look him in the eye to the Captain that rolled his, everyone really just needed to relax.

And follow directions. This was supposed to be a military-like system, right? At least that was how he understood it.

“Tough crowd,” he shrugged, holding up a fist for Cymophane when they were told they’d be working sort of together at either entrance. “So you’re saying you have a talented tongue?” Taenite flashed another grin at the other corrupt’s way.


Eternal Kamacite

Kamacite frowned to himself as Faustite gave everyone the order of how things would progress, his face still heated. While he knew he was doing better to come out of his shell, it was still difficult. But at least Faustite knew him well enough. He knew his strengths and weaknesses, and where he would benefit the mission most.

But he did appreciate Cymophane's support, as subtle as it was. It definitely hadn't been brain freeze that stalled him out, but at least he said his name, unlike some of the others.

“We should cut our hair before the mission,” Kamacite said quietly to Cymophane and he guessed Taenite as well, since he was so close. “It’ll grow back. Could be a hazard if it gets caught on anything.”

Corvusite's lip twitched upwards slightly. He knew Beni had no issue with corrupts. His and his sisters near constant presence around him was a testament to that.

The senshi listened as others introduced themselves. The only indication he actually gave as to actually caring was when his gaze drifted to the General at the mention of a personal youma. He knew the story there, to a point. So for Beni to bring it up was... something. The first brush against his hand went ignored. Instead he frowned as it sounded like he and the General would be separated into different spots during this mission. He wasn't exactly keen on splitting up. Lellouch had warned him ages ago that Benitoite had a certain.... habit of getting a little too caught up in things. That because of it, he had a knack for getting hurt and that wasn't exactly high on his list of things to accomplish so he had every intention of making sure the General stayed in one piece.

The second tap drew him from his thoughts and Corvus blinked, turning towards the shorter man. "Hmm?" He said softly, only loud enough for the other to hear. Corvusite shifted just the slightest bit closer, and crowding Beni's space. "What is it?"