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There lady had had other affairs to attend to tonight, so it was left to captain Quartz to escort the newest addition to their happy little household, much to Quartz's apparent chagrin, and Ceraskia's quiet amusement. It had been something of a shock, finding out her massage therapist at work was not only a member of the Negaverse as well, but that he was under Ms Marinus--General Schorl's-- thumb. And apparently unhappy to be there, though the dancer could not see why. She was as enamored with the lovely blonde antiquarian, as she had been before her corruption. Perhaps even more so. A fact that had also seemed to bother the captain.

This was her first visit to Negaspace, and upon arrival there had been the softest sound of awe from the dainty senshi as Quartz had escorted her through to the location of the meeting, her small hand resting lightly on his arm. It was all a bit overwhelming, really. The rush of chaos, the sensory periphery of hundreds of powered bodies in a relatively small place. Bright, she thought, like points of light that seemed to glow behind her eyes.

Within the meeting itself the small corrupt had hung back, lingering beside Quartz. There was a nervous energy about the demure senshi, a soft flush to pale cheeks, and uncomfortable expression resting on delicate features. The hand not still curled at the crook of the captain's elbow had risen to curl across her stomach like a shield. Excited to be there, undoubtedly, but acutely aware of just how much skin she was showing, and not by choice. On stage it was different. That was her element, costumes were a part of ballet, and she thought nothing of it while preforming. Here and now, it weighed heavily on her mind.

Heavy enough that she was tempted to ask the tall man beside her if she could borrow the length of dark fabric that made up a part of his uniform. She refrained, but just barely.

Oh man there were more cats! And no one paying him any attention. Was Haymitch not being cute enough? He could fix that. He could fix that right now. He was going to fix that right now. He left the letter at Amphi's feet, which literally just read "HI" so terribly written he probably tried to do it himself with his teeth, and bounded over to one of the other cats. This cute black kitty had peircings and a red star on her forehead!

Oh she was a pretty one.

"I like your forehead star!" he said, attempting to jump into the chair. He took it a run and leapt, falling onto his face. No! No place was too high for him to reach! He was a climbing fiend after all! He scrunched up his face, picked up his little hat, and tried again.

All in all, the kitten made a fool of himself, but at least it was entertaining!



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A few minutes into the meeting, Jarosite walked into the room and took up position at the back of it. The general had asked Albireo if she wanted to go, but the young woman wasn't leaving bed today. He'd squished her in with blankets and a big hug, and ported into Negaspace in her place.

He was uneasy about their conversation, but figured he'd at least make a presence and perhaps show her they missed her. If they even remembered her. No wonder she was so lonely... maybe if he saw that cat... Dahlia was it? he'd ask her about it privately. The tall, blue haired general pulled out a small notebook to take notes, and took status of the room. Multiple agents, with a general or two, and a bunch of corrupts and cats. And a very... hyper kitten. That one was new.

"Officers are the majority of our forces," Quartz answered without looking up. The file he was working through was unusually well filled out, but in atrocious shape -- it was various officers' reports all stacked together, with no regard to the connection of any facts between them. Quartz had a series of paperclips attached to the front of the folder; periodically, he pulled one off and used it to group pages together. "And distrust for corrupted senshi still runs high among some officers, even though you joined this bullshit parade of your own free will and I didn't. Some of the people here will likely just be sitting in to make sure you're not fomenting some kind of precious rebellion, or whatever. Sorry to say, but them's the breaks, kid."

He looked down when he noticed her pointing out of his peripheral range of vision. "Yes and no," he answered. "All-One's a youma, but it has quite a few bodies -- this is just one."

Being talked to made him jerk a little, Cerussite turning to look at the senshi, a startled expression on his face. Tinges of pink brushed over his cheeks, and he automatically wanted to draw away, to shrink in on himself and hide away, unnoticed.

Be strong, said the voice in his head. Don't shy away.

"Yes," he said, and it was low. The blush deepened, and then Cerussite said, in a slightly louder way, "Yes, I'm - I'm Cerussite."

"We all have bad days," Leucite added with a small chuckle. "I'll extend you the same offer I extended your sister when I first met her. If you need any training or guidance, don't hesitate to come find me."

With that, he noted that Amphitrite was calling for her sister so he gave the girl a small nod and bow. "I believe your darling sister is calling you, best hurry over to see what she needs."

With that, he turned his attention back to the new arrivals, taking note of things and wondering exactly what this was all going to be about.

Little lady? She purred at the words and rubbed herself against the corrupted senshi's legs some more, weaving between them and butting her head to the others legs. "You say the sweetest things." She replied and butted her head to a leg to punctuate it. "Such a lovely, proper, senshi you are." Yes, this one she liked and this one she would have to see again, outside of a gathering like this.

"Your sister mentioned you to me, said I should meet you." She said nodding her head now. "I can see why. We must meet after this, another evening." She would have her General host the meeting, or at least be in attendance as it was easier for him to teleport her places than for her to walk. Why walk when you could teleport? Walking was so tiring and took far too long.

hearing her name called her ears flickered and her green eyes zeroed in on Benitoite. Turning back to the corrupted she smiled up at her. "I must go, find myself a seat. But you will do wonderfully, we must talk soon." Turning she hurried off toward Benitoite and seeing the bundle of cloth in his lap she jumped up and settled herself down into the bundle of heavy fabric.

Umber glanced toward the movement in his periphery, similarly mint-haired, he noted Warhol - or Chrysocolla now - interacting with a captain. She looked significantly more adjusted now than she had when she first corrupted; he imagined, then, that chaos found her suitable - or vice versa. In response, he issued an acknowledging nod.

Elsewhere in the room, he spotted Captain Quartz, looming toward a corrupt he didn't recognize. Some kind of bug buzzed around him. Fitting, for how he reeked of pointless misery. He expected nothing pleasant to come from those lips.

The room was abuzz with a pleasant din; many officers and corrupted senshi alike interacted with each other to a positive degree. Umber hadn't gotten a sense that corrupted senshi differed greatly from agents beyond power abilities, so he lacked the understanding for why agents needed inviting in the first place. Their origins harkened to other worlds, but chaos separated them well enough. Even Ochre showed no interest in fleeing to the realm he purportedly inherited when he came into his power. Haüyne, Amphitrite, and Warhol each stemmed from the White Moon, and none displayed discernible interest in returning to it. Even here, he recognized no outward animosity.

He supposed it was his responsibility, now, to quash such mistakes.

Umber's attention rose from the room to Amphitrite when she made herself known before him, and Umber stood to show similar respectfulness to what she offered him. He nodded his thanks to her for the compliment, and resumed with the questions demanding voice. "No less busy. Ochre shows basic cooperation with the Negaverse now. He will behave well for the meeting." A cursory glance was spared in his brother's direction with no outward intimation of repercussions. "There's still a lot of research to be done.

"Alkaid mentioned you, too. She met with me on her own project. I have you to thank.

"Are you well?"






Ochre, however, continued to stare blankly. His gaze passed over the whole of the room unfeelingly before it settled on a pair of cats - both mostly dark. They looked cute, inviting, and terribly soft. Carefully he stood and started to approached. The area felt crowded, certainly, but he thought he could wade through the bodies well enough without slamming into someone or shoes starting to tread on his hair.

He would've wondered if all corrupts had this problem, but kitties.

Of all the things she had expected to happen at this meeting, the kitten running over to her, was not it. She blinked at him when he spoke, before her ears swiveled back awkwardly. "Uh... Thank... you?" She said slowly, her tail coming to wrap itself around her paws. Io was momentarily distracted from the dark ball of fluff as her sister brushed against the chair, offering a greeting. "Sister." She said cooly, not bothering to acknowledge Soyala further.

Things never ended well when they were together.

A solid thunk caught the black cat's attention and Io leaned forward just enough to see that the kitten had face planted onto the floor. "...What are you doing Little One? It's a little too high for you." Her words didn't seem to matter though as the kitten seemed determined to get up. With each failed attempt, Iolite's ears sank a bit lower till they drooped. "Please. Just stop. Who know's what damage you've caused to yourself..." She sighed, shaking her head.

However, her shake quickly turned into a double take as she noticed the red haired corrupt approaching them. It appeared that she had more company. Thankfully, not another kitten. Human's she could handle, for the most part, and the corrupt was a welcomed distraction from the inevitable headache she was bound to get watching the Kitten miss the chair by a few inches. Her ear's perked, as she cocked her head to the side curiously. "...Hello." Came another slow response.