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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2021 6:53 am
NiterNiter guessed that, when Jet heard there was going to be a mass orientation for all the people they got out of that battle, not only did he decide to sign himself up for a speaking role, but he also signed up all of his newer recruits to come and listen to Negaverse Handbook 2.0. Which, Niter could understand how it would be beneficial to someone like him — repetition was good for solidifying information in memory — but he also just didn't want to go. He'd just gotten a copy of the The World Ends with You remake, and he was very interested in getting his first playthrough streamed that evening, but Jet's plans put a pin in his plans. And Niter was sulky about it.
And since Niter was sulky about it, it meant he was slouching in his chair. And had a hoodie on over his outfit with the hood pulled up. And he was playing Genshin Impact on his cell phone while everyone else was being seated (he hadn't played in a while, and it looked like they released another island in Inazuma. Not his favorite place, but it gave him something to do while everyone else was chatting up their neighbors).
He heard the double doors behind them shut, but he didn't look up. He was on his last commission — an escort mission that took literally forever because he never brought Pyro characters or Claymore users to break down the barriers. He was just thinking about which Pyros he had when he felt a blaze of heat on his right cheek, and he looked up to see the fiery one walking toward the stage. Niter rubbed his cheek as he watched him (and a pack of fireflies) walk away.
Well. That was creepy. Back to Genshin.
As he was listening and going through the motions on his game, he wondered if all the higher-ups knew each other. Like, maybe the Negaverse was really one big gossip circle run by the popular kids and the people who have been there forever. Not that Jet looked that old, and the kid on fire looked even younger than Niter, and… Well, actually, nobody looked old. Which was actually kind of alarming.
Pausing the game and locking his phone, Niter shoved it into his kangaroo pocket. That blonde dude that was always with Jet was talking about the White Moon and how much they sucked, and Niter wondered if he signed himself up for something with a high death rate. He had to have, right? Why else would there be nobody over the age of, like, 25? Unless the Negaverse had some rule where nobody over 30 could join or stay in it, Niter was assuming that people just. Died. Before 30. In the Negaverse.
Spooky.
There was a girl who was full of electricity, and she talked more about youma than Jet did when they first met. A lot of what she said matched up with the stuff he read in the handbook. They didn't seem too bad, once he got to know what to expect. Jet told him that they'd all probably try to rip his face off, and he actually felt better that he could rely on that as an expectation.
And he got to watch Jet rip somebody's starseed out. Niter thought it was a little startling, considering he could've asked, like, any of the Negaverse senshi in their team to come up and pop theirs out for show without passing out. But, Niter always heard the blonde guy was mean, so maybe this was a comeuppance?
It was mostly Generals for the rest of the meeting, and mostly Generals that he hadn't seen before. The purple guy, though — he remembered him from the battle. But the others? Maybe they weren't there, or they were farther out.
A lot of the advice sounded like be prepared, which Niter couldn't argue with, but it also supported his hypothesis that most people in the Negaverse died before 30. Why else would they want to have everybody so adequately prepared? He'd ask Jet about it afterward. But not today, because he wanted to get TWEWY up and streaming before ten, and it was nine-thirty, and it would take him a minute to find a Captain to get him out of there anyway.
Orientation concluded, and a bunch of people stood up and stretched, himself included. He took a glance at all the speakers — most of them looked interested to be there, except the blonde guy and the one on fire (sucks for them, he guessed). Once he got a dismissal from the burning kid, Niter stood up and searched the room for like, anybody who knew how to teleport. It was hard distinguishing auras this close, but he found someone, couldn't swallow his nerves enough to speak, so he just pointed upward and desperately hoped they could read his mind.Super AdonisBeing a Super, Adonis technically wouldn't need an orientation. Supers were supposed to be teaching the Basics and Lieutenants all about the Handbook, answering questions, teaching them how to drain without killing someone, blah blah boring stuff. Granted, under Sylvite, Adonis didn't have any subordinates, so he didn't have to bother with literally any of that. And he was thankful for it, because if he had to babysit? Not only would he probably leave out some crucial facts that would get a poor b*****d murdered, but trundling around subordinates really cramped his style. He couldn't just like, lie his way into business with some White Moon moron if he also had to come up with a cover story for his Lieutenant Hemorrhoid that had to go with him wherever he went.
That said, Adonis was in jail for a few years, and while he was in jail, he couldn't just power up into Adonis and go stirring up trouble. Couldn't catch up on his quota, couldn't go fighting some Knights, couldn't even go careening off of rooftops for fun acrobatic bullshit. If he did, that transformation sequence would get caught on camera, his secret would be out, and they'd find a way to throw him in prison or tack on another five years or who even knew. So he'd been a normal guy for the past few years.
And, being a normal guy, he'd forgotten a good handful of Handbook details. He didn't have much cause to use the Handbook, or even think about it, during his time away. So, stuff about youma? Forgotten. Stuff about the different branches, including some stuff about his own branch? Forgotten. Stuff about magic? Definitely forgotten (though he did think he could con that one volunteering General into getting his skin ripped off if he said he didn't know his own range).
But aside from all that, the main reason Adonis was there, listening to a solid hour of other people droning at him, was to support Sylvite. When she took the stage (looking white as a sheet), Adonis clapped for her and whistled. And that probably didn't help anything, but he told himself it helped plenty. Besides! Look at her get all that information out! Nerves never held her back any. Good show, good show, but her partner kinda sounded like a douche. Who even used words like heralded anymore? Did they look like knights? No? Then why all the heraldry?
Whatever. It was a good show, or at least some of it was — he got to see some girl with lightning coming out of her eyes (she was like her own spotlight! Stage hands would love her), and a Captain with a weird-looking arm that didn't really match the rest of her body, and some kid that was just, like, totally burning and nobody was saying anything about it, and it was pretty great. Until it was over, and everybody was groaning about sitting around for a solid hour. Adonis stood up and stretched, popped his back, thought about what he was gonna say to Sylvite once he got over to her, when he caught sight of some dude nervously trying to engage a Captain, who wasn't really listening, and definitely not paying attention to this flower-haired ******** pointing at the ceiling.
Maybe he'd do a good deed first, then chat up Sylvite later. So he approached, got between the two, wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulder. "Don't worry, I got you. Adonis Line, going Topside." He mocked one of those regroup symbols with his index finger, then the pair vanished.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2021 11:34 am
Albite was so damned excited for the turnout. Cheered the most for -- politely of course -- but still - CHEERED - for His Girl Sylvite, and of course, the boring purple guy who'd also said things about stuff standing just before her. Had nice little golf claps ready for the rest; was ********, enamored and bedazzled with - what was her name? Gloworbs and light sparkles - she was gorgeous. Carnotite! Carnotite was gorgeous; and he had to admit he spent the whole time watching instead of listening. Caught important bits, nodded along about how knowledgeable she was about so many things. Though he stood and made himself available when it all ended, was said and done and spoken. Wondered if he should'a gone to play magic tag with Jet for fun, except maybe it was better to let the guy manage all the new bloods first. To hang around and wait things out --- just in case someone needed a hug -- or a handbook... He'd wondered briefly why Kama hadn't been there, why there weren't more eternals - in a symposium chock fulla Senshi to the rafters, walls, and doors. Maybe he'd track him down later? Make sure he was okay, after, definitely after. Would rant all about Jetblue and Aquamarine's fancy little trust fall. He thought it was neat, for sure. That Aqua's soul was especially pretty for some unknown reason; except that totally fit the guy. Insides to match the outsides, a ******** wonder. Quote: Albite and Prehnite are of course open for all sorts of Rp pertaining to all the things!!
"I know it's a lot to take in, all of this new information, but?" if there was anything she needed of him, anything he could've done; it was the perfect space to source knowledge from, especially with the bevy of people available to them. "If there's anything you need -- and I know there are likely several of those things -- this is the best place to get started."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2021 2:28 pm
Actaea looked at the figure who had come towards her, she remembered they had offered to help her after the battle and she smiled "Hi" She listened "Yes I'm still trying to take it all in and learn what it means to be part of the negaverse." She wasn't so sure about draining people but she figured she would learn and she would get used to this way of life. She didn't have anything else to reference. This was her life now and she was going to apply for a new civilian name since she didn't want to keep her old name. "I would gladly accept any help you are willing to give me."
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2021 9:57 pm
Super FafnirThe senshi inclined his head as Faustite joined him, offering him a smile to go with the salute.
"It is my pleasure to help out any way I can." He said, his tablet held loosely between his agile hands. "Luckily, I'm not the only person in Infiltration... the branch should have no trouble processing all of these new recruits. We have the systems in place, and despite its reputation, the city gets a fair influx of new residents regularly. It'll help mask our movements."
The horns curving back from his head tilted as he gave the General a sort of half bow.
"My general comments on my work from time to time, but its always a pleasure to hear good things from those I work with, and for. I try not to let it make me too vain..." He kept his voice light as he said it, teasing. He hardly felt like his efforts were all that great, even as they absorbed large swaths of his time and energy. Didn't everyone feel that way though? Still, it was nice to be recognized, especially for something other than how pretty he was. The self absorbed designers he dealt with, his mother included, and the suppliers with their over inflated egos rarely had the attention to spare to compliment his work. They wouldn't have mattered much even if they had.
Faustite was a general in the Negaverse. Tried, tested and promoted accordingly. He held power in his thin hands that Fafnir craved for himself. Recognition from him... that was worth far more.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2022 7:32 pm
[Corrupt Sailor Guinevere]
Guinevere was practically vibrating with anticipation when she took her seat for the orientation. Her head was a big blank, and while Lionel had done his best to fill her in on all the day-to-days of the Negaverse, there were things she was sure he'd missed, and besides, it wouldn't be fair to heap all that responsibility on his shoulders. So she had decided on her own to attend this little exercise, and to get as much information into her head as she could manage.
There was plenty of space for it, after all. And she had more than enough reason to learn. So she sat down, and listened, and absorbed.
There were things she should know, she was certain. Stuff that would fill the great blank space of carved-out memory, and some of the words they said twigged little flashes of sentiment--but nothing much, and so she decided that she had definitely made the right choice. There were also a variety of presenters, which was good; her eyes lingered longest and most interestedly on the one introduced as Captain Carnotite, literally radiant and aglow, and also absolutely gorgeous. Flag that down as something she knew about herself besides "I'm a woman"; she liked women. Pretty exclusively, if the way none of the men who took the stage made her feel a thing was to go by, even though some of them were certainly pleasing enough on the eyes. Pretty but bitchy General Aquamarine, muscly Super Albite, General Ashanite with his long hair and his dramatics--not her type. Carnotite and Sylvite and Kosmochlor, though, very much so.
Good. She was learning things already.
When she watched Jet pull Aquamarine's starseed, the tips of her fingers tingled, and she remembered sticking them into the chest of the alien attacking the central machine. That had been a mistake, obviously--she knew that now, out oft he haze of battle and the confusion of wanting to do something, anything at all. But she would behave more, now; ask questions first, think harder, avoid getting herself into situations like that again. Wanton murder was apparently discouraged; she would have to remember that.
At least no one here seemed to know what she'd done, or they weren't paying any special attention to her, at least. That, she could be grateful for. She didn't want to have eyes on her.
So she listened, and absorbed all the new knowledge that was being presented to her. The Negaverse sounded nice--sounded safe. Like the place she needed to be. Which was nice--she didn't want to wake up and find that she was on the wrong side, or something ridiculous like that. Ugh, that'd suck.
She also didn't necessarily want to stick around, once things were all done. Lingering might mean that someone would recognize her, and want to get into it with her about the little murder she'd committed without realizing that the weird aliens were supposed to be their allies. So, once everything was done, she stood up, and moved to leave.
This had all bene thoroughly informative, and Guinevere was ready to take her first steps into her new life as an officer.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2022 8:53 pm
[Lieutenant Akaganeite]
This orientation was...an interesting opportunity, by Akaganeite's reckoning. She certainly knew that it was important to attend; after all, all she knew about the war were the most basic facts, and she was floating, unsure and more than a little adrift. There was the General whose command she had acquiesced to in the battle itself. The General-Sovereigns. Plenty of authority to turn to, and she found that her instinct was to turn to that authority. It made the transition period easier, while she tried to figure out who she was and what she wanted to be.
And this was another way to figure things out. So she took the invitation and attended, finding herself a seat towards the back so her height and bulk didn't block anyone else's view. One leg was crossed over the other, politely, and she folded her hands in her lap, letting them rest atop her new skirt. It was comfortable and loose; she couldn't help but be fond of it, and she hadn't thought that she would like fighting in a tiny thing like that, but she'd found, doing practice rounds against a standing bag, that the instinct for martial arts that she was apparently left with wasn't at all hindered by wither the skirt or her lovely red high heels.
And she also found that she liked them. She liked how she felt when she was powered up, how the uniform sat on her body, how the grip of her wooden katana's hilt felt in her hands.
But she needed to learn the power structures of the Negaverse, and understand them. She needed to know what abilities she had at her fingertips. She needed to be able to work within the system, and that meant understanding exactly how the system worked.
So she listened. She absorbed the information, even pulled out a notebook that she'd gotten her hands on before the event and took some notes on it, and wondered if she would be able to mark up the handbook with her own thoughts when she had access to it.
Kanji came to her fingers easier than English letters; though she had no trouble understanding what was being said around her, she guessed that Japanese was probably her mother tongue. So, the pages filled with quick-written kanji and kana, names and thoughts and observations, because she couldn't help but observe.
Blond General from the battlefield is Aquamarine. Looks sour, but gives information thoroughly. Jet and Aquamarine are close. general Ashanite used to be Order. General Faustite dislikes the spotlight. Captains and Supers are given the stage; rank isn't everything but is clearly important. Super Albite talks a lot. Commentaries on people filled the page just as much as notes on the content (Energy draining is mostly harmless. Starseed pulling is not. Starseeds in center of chest; pull to kill.)
All of it was taken in, and when they were dismissed, Akaganeite stood up, as subtly as she could, and went to get one of the resource cards. She would have to find Aquamarine later; if he had a team for her to join, now seemed a poor time to ask about it, but he was competent and seemed mission-focused. She liked that.
For now, though, she had gotten what she needed, and so she ducked out the back of the room.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2022 3:24 am
“There’s no need to rush.” and he wanted to reassure her of that. Remembered all the ways things had been overwhelming when he’d joined so many years ago -even with all his memories intact- at age fourteen. He couldn’t begin to parse it now, being older and losing a significant quantity of his memories to all of time? Powered or otherwise.
How much worse it seemed for those whose wipes had been complete in such a way that they were left with little more than black holes of nothingness where memories should’ve been.
“I’ve been working with the others, Mizuki, Hylonome, and Hatsyas always willing to help with certain civilian things where I fail.” hummed as he tucked his arms behind himself and fell in step and tow with Actaea.
Hatsya had already been such a boon, he felt guilty, begging her for more. She’d seemed genuinely invested though. Planning his rooming outlines, shopping for girl type clothes — with girls. A thing he hadn’t done in, ever, ages? Maybe he’d gone once…
But that’d been years ago.
“Still, if we’re talking topics for a starting point…Was there anything in particular that peaked your interest? I really do want to make sure we’re getting your needs met.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2022 7:45 am
Actaea nodded as she listened to him tell her there was no rush, and she wasn't sure if she believed that, considering she felt like the negaverse wanted results. She blinked as he dragged her along with him, but she didn't argue. She shrugged her shoulders "As I said I am starting from scratch as a civilian I don't want to drag my old family into my new life I don't think they need to be part of the negaverse, and I don't want to try to hide what I have to do from them. So I suppose I'll stay in base housing for now and get a new name and other things." She didn't really think about new clothes and other things, which was likely something she should be thinking about since she really couldn't go home and get her old things. All her memories from being a white moon senshi were gone. She was a blank slate as a senshi she was corrupt senshi Actaea and that was all there was too it. "Is there anything you wanted me to do?" She asked seeking out orders of some sort.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2022 2:46 am
Prehnite was a little taken aback by Actaeas statement, just shy of surprised that she wanted — barracks housing? Or maybe one of the apartments the organization could provide. Steady assortment of ‘corporate owned’ structures that were bland and tent controlled to the civilian eye, because the barracks were better for those of the half-Youma variety..sometimes.
“If you’re sure…I do..that is..I did make space in my home, an upstairs room. If you want to consider it. It’s smaller, but you would have your own room top side to sort everything out in. It might make it a tad easier for reinserting yourself into — well — what amounts to a layer of paperwork and nearly two new identities as a whole.”
The hidden wince for the topic of her family. She was like Hatsya in that way - like Sonia. It made for two things the pair of women would have in common. Their families being a hairs breadth away, and him being a person who’d taken them from them. In a sense, in such a way that he felt strings of guilt tugged for it.
The only difference was in choice — Sonia could still see her family and leave them none the wiser. Actaea had felt the need to divorce herself of them all together — for their sake, or her own? He didn’t know enough of her to say. Was learning increments and degrees…
He didn’t want her put out more than she already was, to feel that weight.
“As far as things you can do..” and he found himself frowning as he scanned the room. Took in the others present and accounted for. “There are a few. Simple tasks only, to start. Between myself and Hatsya, we’ll work on your Senshi form..figuring it out, and with the Mau. Xyla is a sweetheart. The rest — Fafnir specializes in identities. As do many under Axinite. I think, knowing more about you is far more important than any orders to start.”
He’d do with her as he’d done with Hylonome, go over handbooks and name ideas. Help her pick out specific needs that would require funding and shopping at stores.
“Actaea…did I ever explain why I chose you?” Softness and pause as he looked at her, laid his question out with sincerity.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2022 10:38 am
Actaea blinked and she blinked again she hadn't been expecting him to invite her to live in his home. "Umm well I.. It's not like I really thought I had a lot of choices.. " She looked at the floor and then back up. She nodded "I'll accept your offer." She said, she was grateful for the offer. Actaea blew out a large it was so much to do and think about, she was glad they were having this meeting and she had a mentor to help her. She knew she would be lost and angry if she had been on her own trying to process all this information. She shook her head at the question of why she was chosen. "No." She said simply.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2022 6:27 am
General FaustiteFormality often struck him as awkward, but Faustite tried to school his confusion in watching Fafnir bow.
He stood, which was rare, but he wasn't still. Faustite frequently shifted his weight from one hip to the other, and his hands were ever in motion whenever he spoke. His attention was largely on Fafnir, but it roamed the room, too, looking over and taking in the number of new faces in attendance. Much of what Fafnir said didn't need saying, so Faustite was free to let his thoughts wander.
It was only at the end that Fafnir said something of interest. A joke, he supposed, but it was a sign of personality. That was rare, coming from the lower ranks. Faustite's attention lit on him once again.
"You know you can ask me for a recommendation." He knew Fafnir came through with requests of his routine activities in Infiltration, but he would've liked to see more — a project from the boy, perhaps an operation. "Interested to see where you go from here."
Which was a way of saying I expect more from you now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2022 7:33 pm
That was what he'd expected to hear from her, what he wanted to smother out of the organization entirely. The lack of choices. How if they were going to keep people on? Freedom of choice had to become more common of a thing, so that the disparaged and nameless they took on didn't become so much chaff scattered to the breeze without guidance.
Not all had homes to open....but he did...so he would. Normal or not, it was a thing he could try. That was worth trying for the sake of seeing if it was viable for future agents.
"Xyla came to me...and there you were. Entrenched in all of this, unable to go home to the family you'd had before.....I thought...I have space, I have Senshi who need people they can bond with under my command. You looked very much alone, sitting there, and I found that unsettlingly familiar." cast his glance anywhere but her, at the rafters, the ridges the walls.
"I'm proud of you, for making a hard choice when you feel like you have none, but most importantly? I don't want you to be alone if you don't have to be. It's a cruelty; especially when its wholly unnecessary." and he didn't expect her to stay with him forever. To get her bearings, to find her feet, until she was comfortable enough to decide whether she really wanted to stay or leave?
He'd done Hatsya wrong -- maybe he could make it right for someone else.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2022 4:51 pm
Actaea was off to a fairly good start, things weren't perfect but she had someone there to support her and that meant a lot. She listened and nodded at what he said she didn't really have much else to say he was offering her a much better place to stay and support her to learn the negaverse. She might later decide to get a place of her own but for now, this would be good. She wasn't the type of girl to cry at the kind gesture. So she just said again "Thank you." She then pulled out her new negaverse tablet to look over some more of the material. "There really is a lot to learn." (Want to exit soon or keep going?)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2022 9:16 pm
The super senshi paused at his response, his face going thoughtful and considering for a moment before he smoothed his features.
“I’ll keep that in mind, General.” He said, his voice smooth, but serious. So Faustite was offering to be a resource? Well! That was certainly what he’d been hoping to foster with the man whenever they worked together. It was a good thing to consider, now that he had made that connection. How far did that offer go? He’d have to carefully consider.
It was interesting too, to consider the latter part of his comment. Where you go from here. Where was he going? It echoed Albite’s question, what do you want? He was starting to figure that out. Now the means to get it were starting to fall into line. It nearly made him shiver with anticipation. He could start to see things coalescing, and it was deeply, boundlessly exciting, even if he didn’t dare let himself feel more than pleased with what existed now. His hard work was paying off.
“I’ll think on it. I have some things I want to accomplish.” He said with a nod. A little more planning, a little more work, and everything would be exactly as he wanted it to be.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2022 4:39 am
"Good." Thinking of the future was more than he could expect of someone like Albite, but Fafnir had wit enough to come up with an answer. He couldn't say now Netherite treated the Super — perhaps he gave him so much work that Fafnir couldn't spare the time to think of a plan, but Fafnir readily accepted and delivered on Faustite's assignments.
Maybe he wasn't aware of his own worth, though Faustite doubted that was the case.
"Have some identities to see drafted," he explained to Fafnir. The speakers were speaking, and the crowd began to sort itself out: those who didn't know what to ask, left, and those who had questions, spoke to the speakers. Faustite hadn't counted himself as one of them; he wasn't feeling up to the task.
Truly, he wasn't feeling up to anything for as long as his mind drifted back to the hilltop. Identity paperwork made for a pleasant excuse to sequester himself.
"Next time, Fafnir." He started toward the door. He knew, as he passed the boy, that something must be wrong with him — he didn't feel that gentle thrill when passing Fafnir by. Didn't feel like looking back, either. Didn't feel much of anything.
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