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General Jet

Jet was at the front of the room, but he wasn’t paying attention to the people filing in, or if anyone was sleeping. He was still reviewing any information he could find in the accessible database about the Rift and youma in general. He didn’t have access to personnel files, but he was at least reviewing the information from the handbook. Not that it wasn’t information he’d already read a hundred times, but maybe something would be useful that didn’t occur to him before.

“Did you get yourself a crystal? Or did that melt, too?” Jet asked Faustite, after catching another glance from Aquamarine, who looked like he was in a foul mood. And had every right to be, especially if he was going to have to wake up Generals.

“If that one stays, I don’t want him on my team,” he said casually to Faustite of the sleeping General and turned his attention back to the tablet in his hands.

He and Aquamarine had eaten before the meeting, having not expected Faustite to set up a large assortment of food, but it seemed to be keeping people quiet, so that was good.

“It’s really only you and Kamacite who are left from the original mission?” he asked again, but clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before Faustite could answer the same thing he had before. He just wanted to make sure there wasn’t anyone else who could share their experience. Especially with Kamacite dropping food in his nervousness. He was jumpy for an Eternal Senshi, although Jet supposed that meant he kept his wits about him. Maybe. Unlike those who rushed head first into danger. Much like himself when he was a few years younger.

Super Sailor Meridiana - Senshi of the Succubus - quest thread out of date please see bottom post for her uniform.

It had been a long while since Meridiana had last powered up and even longer still since she had last entered the rift; the last time was she had donned her uniform was shortly after her promotion. By all rights the Sovereign should have probably stripped her of this rank due to recent inactivity; her civilian life had all but consumed her time with helping care for her Grandfather whenever she had a moment to spare. There just wasn't a moment's time for her to really spend meeting quota demands.

Fortunately, she no longer needed to worry about reaching out or waiting around for someone to taxi her to the location of the meeting and could simply teleport herself.

A part of her wondered if anyone there would recognize her from the last adventure in the Rift. There were a few corrupt that she had been close with for a time but it had been a long while since they had spoken. Would it be too strange to suddenly walk up to them and say hi?

Probably...

Normally rather sociable, Meridiana instead stood somewhere around the edge of the crowd, simply scanning over the faces of those who had arrived while internally wondering if a sovereign would be joining them like before.


Captian Lavendulan

So much time had been spent in her office...lab... workshop area; whenever you wanted to call it. It was a unique hybrid of the three of them and the tools inside served her well for the project she had been working on for over the last year and a half.

For a while there her research had stalemated and left her with very few leads on how to move forward. That was until the Mysterious Merchant appeared a few weeks ago and he had given her a special ore. It was something that wasn't found anywhere on earth and could only be obtained by people like her; at first she thought it meant half youma but realized that she wasn't that special and he meant Negaverse Agents, and was alluding to the Rift.

She had been planning to go back there but was waiting for Wolframite's recent mission to end before asking him to accompany her when an opportunity to go with a much larger group all but fell in her lap. And so, without hesitation, she signed up to join them. While there was definitely going to be a goal for this mission, it didn't mean that Laven couldn't pay more attention to her surroundings and maybe spot some of the material she was working for; as long as she didn't become distracted by her own motives it should be alright.

When finally she arrived, the half-youma quietly observed the growing group of agents.

Even as a captain she was still reluctant to put herself out there and insert herself into a conversation. She was used to lieutenants being taken aback by her appearance. However, she was pleasantly surprised to notice that she was not the only half-youma in attendance and felt confident that nobody would harass her here.

For now, though, she wandered over the table with mostly savory food and plated herself a cornish hen and bedecked salad on the side before finding a place to sit and eat.

Lieutenant Roselite

Roselite responded to Bloodstone’s order with a nod, too nervous to speak.

He set his food aside for now; he’d done little more than pick at it anyway. Instead, he reached for the notepad and pen on the empty chair beside him, beginning to jot down notes as Bloodstone and Carnallite spoke. Since he didn’t know many names yet, he settled for descriptions.

General in black, he wrote at first, then paused, thought about it, and decided that probably described a great many people. Thus, he continued, Hat/plague doctor mask combo. Seems to be sleeping.

Then, with a wince, he continued, Blonde General in navy (Aquamarine???). Short temper. Unprofessional swearing.

The meeting hadn’t even started yet and there was already at least one raised voice.

Roselite shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

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Lieutenant Carnallite

Carnallite frowned at Bloodstone, annoyed.

She knew they weren’t real cats, at least not the sort of cats she was familiar with. Her point was that they existed and there was at least one present. Perhaps more? She would look around, but she didn’t want to seem as if she cared, which was also the reason she didn’t ask after their accommodations. How were they treated? Were they made to fend for themselves?

Bloodstone would only laugh at her — internally if not out loud.

“What do you know of the Generals?” she asked. “I’ve met Jet. He’s young but seems competent. The blonde I could do without dealing with. With any luck, we won’t be on his team. I’ve yet to meet Faustite.”

She’d missed the last operation. Her work schedule had the terrible habit of getting in the way. If only they’d attacked her building instead of the Farnsworth.

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Corrupt Cymophane

Cymophane paid Aquamarine no mind, merely leaned over to retrieve Kamacite’s fallen food with a peppy, “Five second rule!”

He put the cookie back on Kamacite’s plate, but set the s’more aside on his own. The cookie probably survived the fall without getting gross, but that melted marshmallow could have picked up something nasty.

“You want me to help you eat?” Cymophane asked, only half joking. If Kamacite wanted him to, he absolutely would.

To demonstrate his willingness, Cymophane picked up half of Kamacite’s bagel and held it toward him. He at least did Kamacite the courtesy of not going “ahhhhh” and treating it like he was trying to feed a small child.

“You’re right, Reidite should definitely back out, but I’m not going to,” he insisted. “I’ve been to the Rift before. I know what to expect. Relax. It’ll be fine. Assuming everyone sticks around, we’ve got more people this time, I think.”

General Sylvite

"Mmm?"

Sylvite looked up from her cookie slowly, eyes a little bit glazed over until they focused in on the familiar face of her friend. She did smile, seeing him, even if it was nowhere near the giant grin she would've had under normal circumstances.

"Hey, Van," she said, then poked at the cookie again before taking a little bite. It wasn't bad or anything. It still tasted like chocolate chip, and she took another bite after, but even the taste of sugar wasn't enough to perk her up all the way. "I know, I know. I should eat. It's just weird."

She looked at all the survival gear in front of the room again, and waved at it with her free hand before giving a full-on dramatic sigh.

"Had to be, like, hunting."

It was only then that she noticed the new little accessories on his outfit, and the cape on his shoulder. That got her eyes to widen, and her smile to widen a little bit as well. "You upgraded again," she whispered.

Lieutenant Reidite

Reidite turned to the man in blue, and almost as tall as himself, offering him a noncommittal shrug. “Back in Russia, cat would be part of menu. Wanted to make sure it was not claimed.”

His expression did not make it clear if he was being serious or not.

“These meetings are frequent?” he asked with a frown. He might have been going a bit heavy on the accent, but without knowing anyone, it was always a good fall back to claim he couldn’t understand them if he was tired of talking. “Your… energy? You are not new. What do you know about this place we are going where those creatures live?”

He knew the basics about the Rift, but to hear it from someone who had been around much longer than himself would be enlightening. He also needed the distraction as he picked the pieces of food from around the cat.

General Chalcanthite

Chalcanthite nodded for a moment as he thought of a proper response, it wouldn’t do well to spook newcomers away but it would also be an injustice to not give at least some proper background to the new agent. “I would not say that meetings of this size are frequent but it is common for at least small groups to meet up regarding goings on and current missions or goals. I have been around for awhile yes, but my position has always been more in the background. The Rift is…. An interesting kind of place that I have been to on more occasions than I would have liked to have been. It is unsettling at the least and very dangerous at its worst. I do have times to one of those creatures as well but that is something you may come to also have in the future.”

A bit of a shiver went down his spine as he thought of the flute he carried within his breast pocket, another object taken from that dark place. “It can have its moments of beauty though, in its own mysterious ways.”

General Faustite

Silent, Faustite outstretched an arm, beckoned the air. Haymitch transposed from point A to point B, his weight soft but considerable in Faustite's hand. The general quickly stooped to release the Mauvian before his heat started burning skin or melting fur. Sticky thing, this one. "Not on the table. Tell someone to put it on the floor." Call it General's orders if he needed to.

He heard Cymophane, who should know better, and he would've said as much if the look didn't give him pause. Unsure what to think, he let the pair be.

Jet sounded anxious and Aquamarine seemed pissed off as a standard. Faustite simply watched Aqua while he responded to Jet's hundred-thousandth inquiry. "Crystal works. Starts fuzzing if I hold it long enough." The second question went unanswered.

"Don't fret; that one's better as bait." His attention roamed beyond the officer in question, took in the rest of the crowd.

Taenite was talking to Benitoite. That dumb ******** flourish of an introduction, half the damn room could see it. Made a mental note to pull Taenite aside after. Faustite set his jaw, and looked beyond.

Rare to see other youmafied agents, he thought. One, some type of fish? The other, a snake, hood and all. Shame that they needed to space out the youmafied officers among the teams. Stewards, they were, of relations between agents and youma. He would've liked to meet them otherwise. Hoped there would be time after the meeting.

Haymitch

Haymitch looked up, a large bite of steak falling from his mouth, to return the stare from the corrupted senshi (Albite) and blinked. He chewed, swallowed, and grinned up at the senshi. "Hiya! I'm Haymitch! The steak is soooooo good," he said, chipper and excited. His tail lashed behind him - most certainly spraying fur everywhere - and sniffed the senshi. Nothing particularly interesting about this one, but that was okay! Still a new friend!

Several others sort of started to crowd around the table, including two of the agents (Reidite, Chalcanthite) . "Well no one put food on the floor, so I say, it's free game! Pleased to meet you, I'm Haymitch!" He settled back down to try some of the risotto now and reached a paw toward the bowl.

There was a flare of heat and suddenly Haymitch was not on the table staring at the senshi with sauce all over his mouth, but being put down by the General with the fire stomach. He pouted at Fausite.

"Plan for us kitties next time then! Hrumph!" he said with a flick of his tail. Haymitch wandered back over to Albite and flopped down beside him, cleaning the food off of his face and paws. Such a spoil sport ugh!