Huntite had done his part in the clean up after having done his part in the battle that took place before it. He had put hours into helping restore the Negaverse back to at least close to how it had been before the White Moon had come along and made a mess either directly or indirectly. It had still been weeks of silence from the higher ups on any sort of response against the invaders so it had made him wonder just what the plan would be to retaliate or if there even would be a plan. Granted he had not been around when Metallia gave order's directly previously so he wasn't sure if that was normal or not, what with him being new to the Negaverse. So when the summons from Metallia came he of course arrived as quickly as he could manage, wanting to know just how their Queen would respond and what he plan would be.
Once he was actually there in the foyer that everyone was meeting in, he looked around at the many different faces and outfits while walking the edge of the room so he could get an idea on how others were acting. A few he recognized vaguely from other meetings and the invasion, most he had never seen however. One person in particular stood out though and after Huntite had spotted him he moved over to join the small group. His eyes jumped from General Benitoite to the other General who was unknown to him, to the two Lieutenants who he equally had never seen, and of course to Katya. It wasn't long before he was stepping up next to them and he gave a respectable nod to both of the Generals. "Good evening." He addressed the five though his eyes darted over Benitoite to see if the young man was looking any better then when he last saw him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 2:05 am
Lieutenant Galaxite
Galaxite stood quietly on the edge of the gathered crowd, but he did roll forward onto his toes, scanning for Laurelite. There had been no sign of her since the invasion, but maybe...maybe she was just recovering? His concern for the woman who had corrupted him was genuine, and part of him wanted to ask, but - no.
Instead he practically vibrated with nervous energy, twiddling his thumbs.
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Captain Erythrite
Erythrite glanced over the crowd, searching for a familiar face and finding one in the half-youma General Cinnabar. She casually wove her way over, standing next to the General and inclining a nod in her direction. There was no guessing what this meeting was about - Order had done serious damage to the Negaverse with their terrible little surprise attack.
Erythrite had...not been there, for it, because were she being honest, watching the Negaverse take her family apart one member at at time was beginning to become exhausting and her loyalty was wavering. But no one needed to know that.
"It's been a while since we spoke last, General. Is your promotion suiting you?"
Cin was not left her the company of her own thoughts for long, but she seemed unfazed by the interruption.
First it was Labradorite, and then Erythrite that joined her, drawing a smile to the general's face. Both women had been strong contributors to the operation she had orchestrated months back, and it was a pleasure to see both of them here. She offered the lieutenant a heavy hand clasped on her shoulder before she released her, rolling her shoulders under her coat.
"The Queen that we have never seen or even heard in person, suddenly starts talking inside our heads and commands us to gather? I think that's enough to be excited over. Not exactly something that happens everyday, or ever." She laughed. More people were gathering, but none of them held particular interest as they banded together into their own little groups.
"Labradorite and Erythrite... its good to see you two. Its been a while... a couple of months I think? You both look like you've held up well." She offered the captain a particularly toothy grin. "My promotion is suiting me well. I'm quite pleased to be alone in my head these days. And I like having pockets, at long last."
The general laughed as she took advantage of those pockets to tuck her hands into now. Starseeds rolled against her fingers and she felt a wash of renewed hunger, but she pushed it aside. Now was not maybe the best place to be... snacking.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 5:02 am
Lieutenant Domeykite
It wasn't like he'd had a choice.
Chase had made it clear in no uncertain terms what was expected of him. He didn't want to be in the room - the way the energy around him shifted, it felt like his skin was crawling. Both of his hands curled into fists before he crossed long, thin arms over his chest to hide the way his fingers twitched. Something about the place made his heart race and muscles tense, as if every part of him was crying to do something - hit someone, break something, move.
He walked quietly in the shadow of the General that had claimed his loyalty by force, too aware of the consequences if he resisted.
When they reached the foyer, Domeykite frowned and hung back. He didn't know most of the crowd that shifted around Labyrinthite, though he hung back near the seemingly feral, dark-haired man that seemed unlikely to try and start up a conversation. Two of his bright green eyes flickered toward him at the growl and he nodded slowly as his eyes drifted away again - not a greeting, but an agreement. There was definitely something different about the atmosphere today.
Both of his hands shoved down into the pockets of his pants as he leaned back against the wall, content to let Laby do what Laby would and wait until it was all said and done. Ahead of him somewhere he spotted the exaggerated curls of Dia where she was stood playing with a cat - there was a small, amused smile, because of course she was.
His head rocked back against the hard, stone wall and he waited, quiet and wary.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 5:19 am
General Xenotime
Marcesite was correct in her assumption that the fighter would not take long to locate her. A small disruption in the air beside the lieutenant would mark the other woman's arrival a second or two before a muscled arm slid around the tall blonde's waist. A wordless, yet clear show that managed to convey a multitude in that single simple action. Affection, protection, support, pride, and not least of all something that smacked a bit possessive.
But then the lieuteneant was probably used to such things by now.
Now the general need only keep an eye out for the rest of her motley crew. The impressive and disappointing alike. They would arrive in due time, of that there was little doubt. Even the most defiant couldn't ignore a summons from Metallia herself.
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Corrupted Ceraskia of Scorn
The summons meant excusing herself from a practice, but all the same the dancer was dutiful enough to compile. She would arrive as soon as she was able, all black lace, silver feathers, and too much skin. A picture of demure grace and dignity, as she always presented herself.
Her general mistress was sought after immediately, and when found the petite senshi would take her place at the tall woman's side, the barest flicker of a smile gracing dark lips as she reached up to run one of Barbery's plush ears between delicate fingers. A fond greeting for the familiar youma.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:42 am
General Obsidian
As the recruits trickled in one by one, Obsidian paid little attention until he was addressed directly. His gaze flickered over the peacock feather standing proudly in the man's hat, and his colorful hair earned something of an amused rumble deep in the general's throat. He barely remembered this one--but then again, that wasn't exactly the other's fault. He barely remembered anything on a good day.
"Bitey, right?" He laughed, shifting his stance to take the man in. "Been a while." A while was an understatement. Obsidian's eyes shifted elsewhere soon enough, his lips curling up in a slight sneer. These kiddos had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Had the Negaverse really fallen this far?
Jesus Christ. No wonder the city was crawling with the White Moon. He shifted his stance minutely, extremely comfortable to be back in his uniform. Who could say no to this sort of power?
A familiar figure swept past, bearing the deceptive resemblance of a broken porcelain doll. If Alkaid was close enough, she might very well hear the man purr at her when their eyes met, and when she looked away to focus, he grinned a white, toothy smile. "Where you been all my life, sweet thing? Breaking hearts?" Literally, he hoped. Yes, he certainly remembered Alkaid. One of the only corrupt senshi that had been made right.
His attention was soon caught by a rather voluptuous corrupted senshi, and after she boldly tossed a wink in his direction, he watched shamelessly as she knelt to scoop a cat off the floor. Pink hair... and one hell of an a**. Hm. Too bad they didn't all look like that, huh? Well, beggers couldn't be choosers. And god knew that they were scrounging for scraps when they should have been ruling this world...
Marcasite's hasty retreat did not go unnoticed, and for an instant, the general's gaze sharpened as he watched her back. He still wanted to play with that one. Technically, he owed her for helping him remember who he was...
The sudden appearance of another corrupted senshi nearby made him pause before he could follow after the lieutenant. He didn't know this one, but the mock salute earned a slight grin. Sassy. Hydra was looked over slowly and deliberately before he took the time to speak. "Nice boots." He said, the grin widening a fraction before he was distracted by the sudden, dramatic statements of yet another corrupted senshi. How many of them ******** were there?
Haüyne was eyed silently, his expression unreadable. Mouthy. Didn't recognize this one either. In fact, all the faces he'd come to know while climbing the ranks of the Negaverse were simply... gone. Dead? Purified? Who knew. Who cared.
The strong survive and, he thought to himself with a grim, lazy sort of smile, devour the weak.
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Guardian Cat - Grendel
The tabby's arrival was a little later than he'd have liked it to be, but he was here, and that was all that mattered. He silently wove his way past boots and heels, and if anyone came a little too close to stepping on him, they'd be rewarded with a disapproving swipe of his claws.
He'd been about to make his way towards Sailor Dia when his tail bristled ever so slightly at the sight of the kitten in her arms. It was childish and petty, he knew, but he had started to feel slightly possessive of the corrupted senshi. With an impatient whisk of his tail, he changed direction. He was not about to act foolish over another guardian.
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He arrived shortly after the summons were issued, both by the powerful source of chaos he'd come to learn was called Metallia, and by the General who brought him into his power. Bloodstone approached quietly so as not to disrupt General Aurostibite's interaction with the increasingly popular red haired General, but his eyes soon shifted into the form of a Corrupted Senshi who approached.
"You would do well to show some respect," he said lowly, his arms folded behind his back at attention. From what he'd seen so far of the Negaverse, showing such disrespect as she had to those of higher rank was unwise. Part of him wondered why he'd even said anything, if not to save General Aurostibite's breath in reprimanding her.
However, he soon realized that perhaps the General favored this Corrupted Senshi, which must be the reason she felt it was okay to be so flippant. For all Bloodstone knee, he would be the one who was reprimanded for speaking against her behavior.
He stiffened and stared straight ahead towards the center of the room as others gathered.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 7:05 am
Lt. Stibnite The growing group around Leucite did not make her comfortable. Stibnite was a trained hunter and groups like this were not something she cared for. But it as as he had said...he was a General now. So that did change a few things.
Remaining silent, Stibnite visually examined those gathering around as she tried to release some of the tension in her shoulders. Raspite she knew well enough. They were going to be living under the same roof now after all. He was in good health but she did not trust his abilities. He still had much to learn.
Benitoite looked rough. And that was putting it nicely. Frankly, she didn't care about his rank. In Stibnite's mind he was in not shape to be of any use in a fight. However the last male to walk over was.
The male she did not know was built like a tank and dressed like a hunter. Laying eyes on the attire drew a smirk from the young woman. "Is the camo just for show or do you know your way around?" She asked him with a smile.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry -" Chrysocolla began to fret, flapping her hands, before she grabbed ahold of her two long bits of hair to focus - "but Victoria? That's a really gorgeous name, actually...! If you need any help, though, uh -- I was like you, last year." She smiled softly, eyes cast down. "I know what it's like, not remembering almost anything. I think there's maybe twenty, twenty-five of us in town, maybe more...we had a meeting some time back, but not everyone showed up." She made sure to speak a little slower, enunciating, and finally made eye contact; smiling tentatively like the sun behind clouds.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 7:15 am
Captain Quartz
Not everyone traveled in the company of their youma, when they did. But then, not everyone had the sort of youma that made it worthwhile to do so -- most chose for brute strength, battle effectiveness. Quartz had been choosier, when he'd selected. Unlike most of his fellow officers' pet beasts, good for nothing but rending flesh from bone, All-One was worth having around.
Quartz arrived at the meeting promptly, youma in tow.
In the low light, he seemed to glitter -- most of the youma's small bodies were gethered along his twin sashes, clambering about idly, and they glowed at odd intervals that made him seem to twinkle with faintest starlight. A few of All-One's other bodies took to idle flight, scattering themselves throughout the area and then secreting away in corners to hide.
Hide and listen. It was important not only to be able to record whatever they were officially told here, but also to catch wind of what other agents might be saying about it, how they reacted. That sort of thing was useful to know. Useful to be able to prove, if necessary.
Quartz found his place at his General's side -- the only place he had really considered, since it was where he knew himself to belong -- and fell in beside her without speaking, nodding crisply at Schörl first and Ceraskia second.
He stood at something like a soldier's ease, straight-backed, hands folded idly behind his back as though he hadn't just been slouched over his desk trying to reconstruct a damaged file.
Whent he call had been sounded, Noctua was nearly knocked off her feet. It was warm and dry, like a gust of wind off the desert. The taste of chaos hung heavy in her mouth and dripped from her lips as she muttered a clumsy "I have to go" to no one in particular. She stumbled up to a captain who look as flushed and breathless as she was and hitched a ride down with him.
Noctua had never been to the negaverse before... her awakening had been crass and sudden, like a drive by shooting. Her creator had, in the end, left her confused and alone in the streets to fend for herself... only one had ever shown her any real guidance... and she felt that mentor now. As electric shocks and animal yearning sparked over her nerves, Noctua followed the distant growl of her queen. Her goddess. Cinnabar. The splendor of the void that was her kind's base of operations fell to the wayside. She woould admire them later. For now she slid wordlessly up next to Cinnabar and waited, patiently, for whatever would happen next.
Bitey. Aurostibite winced just a little at the nickname, a slightly exasperated look on his face before he said, "Ah, yes. Several years, if I recall correctly. I've not seen you around for quite some time, but I'm glad to see you again, Obsidian."
In spite of their meetings being brief and relatively uneventful, Aurostibite still recalled Obsidian from various situations and gatherings before the General had all but disappeared. The man did have a certain presence, after all, even after all these years.
Hydra's appearance received a flicker of blue eyes in her direction. "Metallia has called for us; we answer, so yes, it is worth getting out of bed for," said Aurostibite calmly, with the faintest touch of disapproval in his voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Reinerite appear, and though the woman didn't approach just yet, Aurostibite gave her a nod, both in greeting and satisfaction.
He let his gaze move to Bloodstone, briefly, a look of approval in his eyes before Aurostibite said quietly to Hydra, "We will hear what Metallia has summoned us for; and for that, it is crucial to show the proper respect towards her, as she is the reason we are all here in the first place."
He made no mention of respect for himself; he expected Hydra's sarcasm and would take it into account should it become a problem - she was, after all, quite young - but for the time being, he would wait and see how it would be.
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Corrupt Sailor Makemake
Makemake had been scared by the battle in the castle. At first, she had simply observed with delight, but as things took a turn, and Apatite flew off the handle, she had been shaken. She was still quite young, and hadn't experienced much of this war yet, and it was a shock. Not to mention, a trusted superior going crazy and killing members of her own.... Makemake had retreated into the castle, only coming out when the battle was done. She had been almost endlessly cleaning since then.
She didn't want to be like that. And she really didn't like cleaning.... So she knew from here on she needed to do more. But to do that she needed to learn. She looked to her fellow corrupt senshi. Then she saw someone who seemed quite lost as well. Noctua. But even she seemed to have someone to look to.
Makemake's childish pout was accentuated by furrowed brows and her young features. She really was an immature and self-centered little girl. And vindictive.
Even the most defiant couldn't ignore a summons from Metallia herself. This was unfortunately the truth for one lieutenant Natrolite. His life felt like a joke but it hurt too much to laugh, so here he was wandering in through the crowd of bodies. Smelling of stale whiskey and whistling to himself obnoxiously because if he had to be miserable the rest of them should be as well.
General , Captain, Lieutenant or Half Youma it didn't matter if they were in his way a shoulder was met with Natrolite's and not apologized for.
At first the man's mission was just to be an annoyance, until well he had to pretend to pay attention. But when Xenotime was spotted that plan changed. After all she had vowed to kill him if he didn't shape up. Showing up to this bullshit counted as being responsible right? Which meant brownie points if his handsome mug was flashed.
Sliding up next to the pair of women a low, croon came out, "Aye boss..."
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General Obsidian
"Are you?" He mused absently, favoring Aurostibite with another grin. "Funny. You'd be the first." He didn't take the words for anything more than that--useless, frivolous words. As far as he was concerned, it was a dog eat dog world, and people were more than likely terribly disappointed that he hadn't been rotting somewhere in a ditch.
Well, he always did like being contrary.
As Natrolite shoved past people, Obsidian paused to look him over, debating tripping the young lieutenant--or at least breaking a few of his fingers. His grin was lazy as the boy continued to saunter past, chortling to himself. That one wasn't going to live long.
But, thinking about shitty, worthless lieutenants had gotten him thinking; where was HIS? Oh yeah. Summoning bullshit. His bad, Angelite.
He casually lifted a gloved hand and snapped his fingers, and wherever Nurse Payne was, she'd be rudely and unceremoniously yanked into the Negaspace without so much as a 'how do you do'.
