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 Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2021 3:15 pm
Cruel yet kind in alternating waves. Like a rising tide, Prehnite pushed her into uncomfortable situations. Unrelenting in his requests he brought her to the edge where the only options were to jump and be free or lean on him just a bit and trust he wouldn't let her fall. He'd hover for a moment then give her space and time to adjust. Every so often she'd catch side glances as if he were making sure she hadn't disappeared on him. Trust went both ways and it was clear that they were both apprehensive if not wary of the other's intentions. But at least tiny steps were being made in an effort to reach some sort of a better understanding. At least he left her with promises of an out and reassurance that they'd not be here for long. For that, she allowed herself to find solace in his words and relax a bit now that she had proper room to breathe. [Open for Interaction!]
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2021 10:41 am
While it seemed the other General Sovereigns were in social moods, Axinite was a bit quiet. He didn’t seem much for injecting himself into conversation; he wasn’t socially competitive. Instead, he observed. Hatsya, specifically. There was a spark of curiosity in his eye; he stood off to the side of the room and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched. He didn't approach her; she was here, doing her own thing, and not getting into any trouble. He couldn't help but be curious. Laurelite’s eyes trained on Aquamarine as soon as he approached, and the smile on her face shifted; it wasn’t so much the infallible facade of perfection that she usually presented and instead seemed to bear actual amusement. “General Aquamarine, how considerate of you. No, I’m quite alright for now, thank you. I was just admiring the turnout.” Her eyes moved from Aquamarine to Jet, and she wore the same smile for him. Either he was red in the face from the alcohol or on behalf of his very bold friend. Her attention was back on him after a few seconds and she continued, “I’m glad you’re enjoying the party. Though, I can’t take credit for any of it. I’m as impressed as you. And very glad to hear that your boyfriend,” she glanced at Jet politely, perhaps inquisitively, “wasn’t an a*****e. I trust this means you’ll take advantage of the new medical facilities, won’t you? I’d hate to see either of you not getting the best care available.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2021 7:06 pm
While Benitoite was keeping to the edges of the gathering, not being much for socalizing at the moment, he was allowed the ability to observe the whole of the room and the time it took to look over everything and everyone. It was no wonder that he spotted a very familiar corrupt senshi...someone he'd thought misplaced, sort to speak.
He hadn't seen her in a very long time and how amusing to see her here of all places. She had not liked the Negaverse last he'd known, had hated him as well, and yet here she was. How interesting.
A smile tugged at his lips, which he covered up by sipping from his ice water. Did he dare to see her? It was an interesting idea and after some moments toying with the idea, turning it over in his head, he strolled on over. Casual and calm as evern, not a bit of possible nerves showing.
"Hatsya, it's been a long time. I do hope the festivities are enjoyable, I know you aren't one for these sorts of social gatherings." Trying to put aside what had happened in the past while also addressing her dislike for the Negaverse, or at least what had once been such. He didn't wish her any ill will or hope she was in a bad place, mentally or otherwise. He would reach out an olive branch and see if she took it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2021 5:42 pm
Eion RiskFaustite decided he didn't want to be sober for the next year. The downside to this resolution: he only had three hours to dump enough alcohol in himself, and then that alcohol would wear off long before the next three-hour window opened. He wanted to be so drunk he was holding onto the grass to stay on the earth at all times. But he had the unfortunate affliction of being on fire at all times instead, which went poorly with alcohol.
Which was the complete downside to Albite's plan of filling up his desk drawers with booze — he was liable to cause a chain reaction. Or he was casually trying to kill Faustite by taking advantage of his unique body chemistry; normally Faustite would discount him as too stupid for that, but after the Rift? He wasn't sure about anyone.
Which was why he was here as Eion, during this sponsored party. It meant, unfortunately, that some of the serving Lieutenants kept asking him who he was, what rank he was, whatever bullshit because they were nosy and bored and none of them had any real serving experience but Eion didn't care because it was the alcohol he was after and not the eye candy or the inquisitive nonsense. After being asked for the fourth time, he told them that it was need-to-know and above their paygrade. Only one caught on that they didn't have paygrades — none of the officers were paid — to which Eion answered exactly. Conversation stopped. For now.
He was properly wine drunk after the fourth glass, and still had enough wits about him to take a seat. Ever preferred backless things, though there weren't any, so he sat sidelong in a chair and looked over the crowd. Only a handful he'd recognized — Aquamarine (what a saucy thing), Jet (so cute when he's embarrassed), Lilith (being lonely over there), Prehnite (must've found himself a girlfriend after that), Benitoite (what a scab). Then there were the General Sovereigns (Axinite was talented as ever at looking like he'd never had fun before in his life), and the Queen (who he still couldn't look in the eye for all his youma half encouraged him to do). All in attendance for the celebration of a hospital.
That he couldn't use. Or set foot in, really. Good for them. Time for a fifth glass, because he needed to celebrate as hard as possible.
Coal-eyed Eion rose, if unsteadily, and retired his empty fourth glass to the table with unintended strength. Wasn't about to walk a straight line, but he didn't need to; one of the servers had buzzed by Lilith and there was no straight path to get to her through the crowd. Only bumped into two people, a Captain and a Basic, who both had nothing good to say about him.
Couldn't help himself when he neared Lilith. "Surprised no one's pulling starseeds yet," he not-quite-slurred.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2021 7:48 pm
”Aqua!” Jet sputtered as he watched Aquamarine turn on his heel and go over to the Queen oh my god whatwashedoing?! He could feel all of the color drain from his face, and he quickly hurried after Aquamarine so he could maybe salvage trying to not get them both killed for being too bold or rude or something.
“I am so sorry, Your Majesty,” Jet said with wide eyes as he grabbed hold of Aquamarine’s shoulders, trying to convince him to turn around and walk the other way and to leave the Queen alone. The color quickly returned to his face with a deep flush when she looked at him.
“Oh, thank you, no, I mean yes, we will be using the new medical facilities. Your Majesty,” he said as he continued to stare. Er. Not stare. That was rude.
Jet took the glass of champagne from Aquamarine’s hand and downed the rest of it, himself, if only to try and calm his nerves.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2021 8:13 pm
Aquamarine looked from Laurelite to Jet, then back to Laurelite. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”
True, but lacking details. Aquamarine probably would have elaborated, even if the details weren’t normally something he’d share, but a quick look back at Jet brought his commentary to a halt. Where did Jet get that champagne?
Oh, he stole it. Aquamarine stared at his empty hand, then stared at Jet, then stared at Laurelite, then stared at Jet again. He laughed; he couldn’t help himself, even if he knew laughing at the Queen might not be advisable.
He wasn’t laughing at her, though. Not really. He’d be laughing with her if she’d do more than smile.
“Your outfits,” he said, gasping through giggles. “You’re cor—… coordinating.”
Aquamarine held his breath for a moment, tried to control himself enough that he wasn’t messing up his words. It didn’t work. The laughter returned as soon as he let himself breathe normally again. He wriggled out of Jet’s hold, then turned to wrestle Jet closer, shoving him nearer to Laurelite.
When he had Jet where he wanted him, Aquamarine stepped back to stare at them both. Then he looked Jet in the eye and said, steady and earnest, “This is the only instance I wouldn’t mind being your side piece.”
He would be mortified in the morning. For now, the only thing tragic about this situation was the absence of his champagne.
“Would you look at that,” he said, looking at his champagne-less hand again. “I’m out of champagne. Excuse me a moment.”
And with that, he turned and walked away.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 6:39 am
To have set in motion such a domino effect, like a very careful arsonist in a thermite factory who had the rare chance to view his work go off. If only the once, because what was unfolding before Albites eyes? Glorious, phenomenal, once in a life time chance and he didn’t bother to try and hide his grin for it. Sipped his own champagne and laughed right the ******** into it. Eion lit up on ‘libations’, as he always said. A big ol’ ‘Ooohhh heck yes!’ This!! This? He had to see, would live, breath and possibly die for doing it. Worth it - cooed the little voice in the back of his head. Hungry thing that howled for such a train wreck of a moment. His firebrand all aflame and liquored up - Eion unhinged - uninhibited by all the usual cloying formal ******** that doused his fires and tamed his tongue. Albite trailed after the slight form of his barely standing General like a damned puppy, like a herding hound at the heels of a stray sheep. All choked off snickers and leers. Kept enough distance so as not to hover, not to loom and cast a shadow over what he thought was the star of the evening. The higher ups all slick on champagne, all the royalty in attendance who’s auras made his skin buzz, though he only had eyes for the swaying pyre that meanly baited poor Lt’s into stuttered silence. The hell did they think his boss had gotten there, if not by invite? Or maybe they balked at his informal-ness for being out of uniform? Whatever. “I could always try it boss, see what’d happen?” Vicious grin on his face for all that his eyes were warm, winked at the green clad Senshi Eion was chatting up so carelessly. Wondered what she’d say? Albite was determined to be terribly incorrigible of all the worst things in that moment “I mean, Lepidolite’s here, all the more reason for me to show off, yeah?” and he’d always liked Lepidolite. Big personalities were such a hard draw for him. Strickenized Always liked to play with fire~ noir songbird politely intrusive as f***
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 8:44 am
Kamacite was there, of course. It was only polite to accept an invitation to a party to celebrate another great success of the Negaverse. Just as it was only polite to accept a glass of champagne that was handed to him, and it seemed rude not to drink it, so he sipped at it to distract himself from all of the voices and noises and auras and recent memories.
It was also rude not to accept another glass when his first one was taken away from him. They were just handing them to him, so of course he was going to take them. It wasn’t as though they tasted bad, but he knew he probably shouldn’t have had -- how many glasses did he have? Just a couple. Maybe. He couldn’t remember. He just knew he didn’t want to seem rude when there were so many other important people there. Although maybe he should just try to sneak out.
If he could stand back up from the chair he’d found.
When did he actually sit down…?
Okay, maybe it was better if he just stayed there for a little bit. It wasn’t like he was bothering anyone.
Oh, but Rosie was there. He liked Rosie.
“Ros-ie-lite, did you hear they bought a hospital for the Negaverse?” Kamacite asked when his friend got close enough to hear him over the other chatter in the room, his words sticking together a little. “Do you think your doctor friend will work there? Maybe I should avoid that place,” he frowned, because that would probably be a bad idea. He actually liked his starseed where it was.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 11:35 am
For an event that wasn’t supposed to turn into a wild party, there were already a number of drunk officers.
Roselite busied himself cleaning up after the less than tidy ones, hoping to ease the burden for whoever had to deal with the mess later. There were empty glasses, plates of food half picked through before they were abandoned, dirty utensils and used napkins. He supposed the state of things could be forgiven, seeing as it didn’t seem as if the Negaverse often had an opportunity to celebrate such wonderful news. Apparently, news of that nature was hard to come by in a magical war.
Carrying a small stack of plates, Roselite stopped by Kamacite, concerned. “Have you not had anything to eat?”
Over the many months of their acquaintanceship, it got easier to speak without the halted words and awkward pauses. He even frowned at the reminder that Bloodstone once tried to take Kamacite’s starseed.
Roselite was still mad about that.
“I don’t think you have to worry. I imagine they’d put something in your file to alert any of our staff that you’re off limits for starseeds or draining. I mean… if we have to sign up through our tablets… they’ll have all the information on us, won’t they?”
Kamacite was obviously drunk, though, so clear thinking wasn’t to be expected.
“You need something other than champagne in your stomach,” Roselite said, bustling away for a few moments to dispose of his collection of plates. He came back with an assortment of appetizers and sweets, setting the fresh plate in front of Kamacite.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2021 6:07 am
Once more, Laurelite seemed delighted by this; she spent so much of her time in her office, fussing over paperwork and procedures and problems that this human interaction seemed to rejuvenate her. If it was only a front, it was an effective one. She almost seemed human again, too--beneath the heavy mantle of Queen. She was herself, but she was a product of Metallia’s Chaos and the undying will of the Negaverse all the same. And yet, her she was, laughing at the two of them. She raised a hand to cover her lips. Even now, she was reserved, but the brief display of human emotions almost eased the air around her. “Oh, you poor thing. What a handful. You should keep a better eye on him at things like this. I told them not to get the good stuff, but Lepidolite insisted.” She sighed wistfully, and settled back into her standard, practically unreadable calm. Her smile reached the corners of her eyes though; she seemed to be enjoying herself. “He’s right, though. We do match. But,” she paused and shifted positions just slightly; for the briefest second, the pale skin of her thigh was visible beneath the folds of her dress. The fabric settled quickly and she concluded, “you’re a bit less likely to have a wardrobe malfunction. We should swap outfits sometime. I like your pants.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2021 7:08 am
Satisfied that Jet was making a good impression on the Queen (that had to come with some benefits, right?), Aquamarine made his way back to the drinks and pilfered another glass of champagne before the harried volunteer could stop him.
He stared over the room while he drank, considering his next course of action. Other than Jet, there wasn’t anyone he actually cared to talk to. Even three or so glasses of champagne wasn’t enough to make some of these people tolerable. Aquamarine spied that hair pulling b***h Kamacite, the civilian slaughterer that was General Ben(itoite), the morse code Senshi (Lilith) from their recent mission in the Rift (talk about a ******** disaster), and some guy who wasn’t even in uniform (Eion). (That was an option? Sometimes Aquamarine really hated the stiff collar. And the boots. Ugh.) The rest were familiar to him in a way that meant he recognized some faces but couldn’t recall names, and he couldn’t make himself care to remember when or where he might have seen them before.
Some other meeting. Some other mission. Some other event. They all blended together after a while.
Eventually, Aquamarine decided that while Jet was making eyes at the Queen, he should endeavor to make a good impression elsewhere. Axinite already had a decent opinion of him (and if he didn’t, he did a good job pretending to), so there wasn’t any point schmoozing with him. Getting on Hessonite’s good side might open some doors for them, but Aquamarine took one look at her and suppressed the urge to vomit. (How was it that he once thought he wanted a girlfriend when the sight of an exposed cleavage made him gag into his drink?)
Which left Lepidolite. Aquamarine knew little about him beyond the information provided during the General King’s introduction several years ago, and hadn’t had the occasion to work closely with him since then.
Right. Okay then.
With a confident stride only slightly impaired by alcohol, Aquamarine approached the party’s gregarious host.
“Do you know what this party’s missing?” he said, not bothering to introduce himself. It was a General King’s job to know their minions, wasn’t it? With a dramatic flourish of his arm, Aquamarine answered his own question, “Music. We recruit teenagers and young adults half the time. A swank party like this isn’t really our jam, you know what I mean?”
Aquamarine only included himself in that statement because he was drinking, which was the only time he cared to dance.The Space Cauldron Now chatting up Lepidolite
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2021 8:52 am
Super FafnirWhile he wouldn't really call an event you had to show up to in uniform a party, Fafnir was never-the-less here, doing what he did best. He couldn't not. What sort of infiltration officer would he be if he passed up a chance to socialize and network with his peers? Especially at an event where all the royalty showed up, even the Queen herself. He was thankful his uniform was at least attractive, even as ridiculous as it was. Some of the people here looked like they were in serious need of a tailor, but that was just drawing the short straw when your outfit magically manifested.
Moving from one social knot to another, the corrupt made his rounds, greeting the people he knew and doing what he could to unobtrusively join in and introduce himself to those he did not. The more... rowdy of the bunch he avoided, making his way around to where Lepidolite was holding his own little court with a group of officers. He'd never officially met the man who ran Romano's, but he'd heard enough about him and was dutiful in his reports. This was a perfect opportunity, and he was keen to not miss it.
Someone, however, had apparently gotten to it before he made it to the group. Fafnir paused on the outskirts, watching as the young blonde chatting up the older man about... music? Seemingly, the party wasn't festive enough without it. His mouth curving just a little, the senshi sipping his drink and waited, curious where this would go.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2021 1:05 pm
Jet sputtered and stared after Aquamarine as he went off to do who knew what, leaving him to stand next to the Queen. Queen Laurelite. The Queen.
“I…” he opened his mouth and then quickly shut it.
Okay, be cool Jet. Just be polite and don’t say anything stupid.
“Yes, of course, I can take my pants off right now if you’d like,” he quickly responded, because he wasn’t entirely sure if that was an order or not, but he wanted to make sure she knew he was willing to do anything she asked him! “I mean, it would probably be better if we went somewhere more private to take off your clothes--”
Wait.
“N-not that I mean for you to take off your clothes that’s not what I meant just if you wanted me out of my pants foryoutowear!” he sped through his explanation because the more he said the worse it sounded. His face felt like it was on fire, and he just stared at her, frozen in place. “I mean,” he tried again, although his voice was a little louder with panic. “You can still have my pants if you want them. You don’t have to take off your dress. Your Majesty." The last two words had dropped to barely a squeak of a whisper.
Could someone please just take his starseed now? Just end his suffering.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2021 1:20 pm
In Kamacite’s defense, he hadn’t meant to get drunk. He just happened to not drink very often, and he didn’t weigh much to begin with, and he supposed he didn’t eat as much as he should, but he wasn’t really hungry all the time so why bother eating if he didn’t feel like it?
“Are you cleaning?” Kamacite stared up at Roselite, and then back down at the mostly empty glass in his hands, and then at the plate of appetizers and sweets that suddenly appeared in front of him. Wait, did he get those or did Roselite get the plate for him?
“Oh, thank you very much. You are very kind. Why were you cleaning? Do you need help? I can help. I’m good at cleaning. I have a roomba at home. Sort of. Its name is Kisa. I mean, it wasn’t mine but I took it with me. And it’s not really my home, but Cym-o-phane is busy tonight. He’s very kind too. Did you know they’re giving out champagne?”
He did manage to poke at a few of the cookies and he thought he ate one. Or at least he chewed on one for a while, so that meant he ate it.
“Here, I can help,” he insisted and did his best to stand up from his seat without swaying and not quite managing it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2021 3:01 pm
Lilith wasn't quite expecting to see General Faustite again, but his presence and his comment made her smile wryly. She didn't recognize him by glance for a moment, without the flaming core, but she remembered his voice, and the face placed itself after a moment, even if it lacked the more unique features granted by his youmafication.
"Stunning. Wecan have a party without nonsense," she said, and she sipped her newly selected champagne, giving the General a once-over. "I see you're out of uniform, sir. You look good." Except for the part where he was clearly working very hard to be very drunk, but Lilith couldn't blame him for that. All of them deserved to get to be exactly as plastered as they wanted, and clearly he had chosen "all of the plastered" as his preferred level of (in)sobriety.
Her eyes flicked to Albite, and she raised her glass in his direction.
"Well, you won't die, since us Corrupts are delightful freaks of nature--which I say in the finest possible way and as the highest possible compliment--and if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger, or so they say, no?"
Wouldn't that be nice. She took another sip of her drink, and snatched a lovely looking crab puff off a nearby platter, popping it into her mouth. It was something of a relief to be at a party that didn't expect her to be Sexy Pro Gamer Hinata Yukimura, Your Personal Gamer GF Fantasy, looking as perfect as possible, where if she was a little too slobby or a little too eager to stuff her face, it would end up all over the internet. Like it was somehow shameful to be human and enjoy good food.
"At least the Negaverse knows how to celebrate a win."
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