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Capt. Chambersite

He could feel his eye twitch a bit. He knew he was at fault for not following orders, but most others didn't either. Even ones that said their rank and powers didn't go into their strengths and weaknesses. The General was right, they were the ones in the wrong in this instance, and he wasn't a psychologist but he could tell it was partly human nature, something that the General himself seemed to have forgotten about. Most would follow other humans and by the time one got to the end, unless it was still up and visible to them, would most likely forget what they were supposed to be saying and how to introduce themselves.

He leaned up in his chairs, elbows on the table and hands folded together as he rested his chin on top of them a bit. He ignored the flirting going on in the room. Somehow, he doubted that the only way to loosen things up in here was to imply sex.

And after a few moments he nodded. "Can't say I have any special abilities, so I appreciate the assignment." It would be interesting to see how much they listened to him at least. He hadn't ever really tried giving directions to a Youma before. He sent a small smirk towards the General. "Though if you were in need of someone who could whip up some delicious food for a meeting such as this, you could have asked me. I would have been happy to prepare a spread." He said with a chuckle. It was a light-hearted poke, though he was sure that the General wouldn't be happy with it. Still, if anyone was going to have a meeting they knew at least someone who could provide some food.

General Faustite

Were it not for certain distractions (Taenite), he would've remembered to give details on the building, he told himself. He beckoned no one in particular, and an overgrown firefly squid materialized at his side, as if still submerged. He opened his hand to it in offering, and from nothing sprang a rolled piece of paper, which the squid promptly snatched before it started smoking. Its many arms unfurled the piece to display a scaled view of a towering office building, from when it was first constructed.

"We're looking at the Farnsworth Building," he answered Eveite. His finger drifted along the page, lingering on various points of interest. "It's home to several different office firms, from printing to accounting to information and advertisement. Erected twenty years ago. Cameras are likely to be original." So were the sprinkler systems.

He gestured his youma companion to float over to Eveite with the map, where it burbled earnestly. Doing so bought him time to address Miyamoto, at whom his lip twitched. "Youma compulsorily follow orders, which makes them useful. Agents follow orders and intuit from those orders, which makes them more useful. Agents who can't or don't follow orders are more useful as youma. Don't worry if you can't get the hang of following orders, Miyamoto; we can youmafy you yet.

"And Captain," he shifted to Chambersite, "commanding youma isn't a special assignment. It's a staple of your rank. And cut the crosstalk about food." He wasn't just hangry, he was ******** pertinent comment received a shake of his head. "No, but fires follow me. Infiltration can invent an appropriate cover story in either case."

Faustite breathed a smoky sigh, waved his youma toward him. The dripping, bubbling squid passed over a handful of attendees before reaching its General. "The operation will begin at 2PM on the seventeenth. You will see me beforehand for your positioning.

"If there's nothing else, you're dismissed."

Lt. Turquoise

Lieutenant Turquoise listened silently when everyone introduced themselves. Couple of them had mentioned using fire elements which to Turquoise was a recipe for a catastrophe. Flashbacks from her earlier missions from the time before her combat focused retreat came into her mind and for a moment she had her doubts. She had tried to forget those memories for so long and now they came back, haunting her. That mission when she had to pretend to be a civilian, captured by Negaverse. That night had ended up to be a literal hellfire and one the most traumatizing moment in her life.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe this mission would end up going horribly wrong. Maybe the past would repeat itself or something even worse would happen..

Or maybe not.

The past was the past. Maybe this mission was different. Maybe she didn't have to play dead this time. At least this time, she could have an impact on it. The teal-haired lieutenant was just about to apologize for her late introduction when Cora jumped on the table and did the exact same thing and more. And when she was finished talking, Turquoise just couldn't speak. She just couldn't speak.


Cora

While others were introducing themselves, Cora had been on a floor, feeling dizzy even though it had been some time after she and the teal-haired lieutenant had been summoned in the meeting. Faustite's orders brought her back to this day. Oh yeah, she hadn't introduced herself yet. How embarrassing.

Cora stood up, shook whatever dust her fur had gathered away and jumped the nearest table. She made a little circle before sitting down and clearing her throat. "Ahem. My deepest apologies for not introducing myself earlier. You see, I haven't got used to that summoning thing yet. I think that's my weakness, the motion sickness." Cora let out a soft sigh before continuing. *My name is Cora. I was brought to this side about a year ago. Besides mauvian duties, I can also sing. I don't know how useful it'll be on this mission but perhaps sometime ifuture.... I'm eager to work with you however you feel the best."

Whew. There was a sigh of relief coming from the guardian after her introduction was over. She had a good feeling about this. The meeting seemed pretty organized in her standards. Seriously, the lieutenant she lived with had fussed about this all for nothing.

"Relax, Turquoise," Cora said with a comforting tone. "The general has everything in control…. You worried for nothing."

Cora closed her eyes and let out a light-hearted chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. Seriously, Turq was so tense. She really should learn to relax. Her inner thoughts were interrupted by a clank, coming from a cookie jar as Turq's tote fell on the floor. Her fuchsia colored eyes shot open suddenly, looking immediately at the lieutenant next to her. Instantly, her ears flattened. The lieutenant was staring at her eyes widened, shaking slightly. Was that...fear? To Cora, who had used to see Turquoise cool and composed, showing little emotion, the sight of her being so frightened was bewildering. She couldn't understand her fear. She hadn't seen what Turquoise had seen. She didn't know how ruthless Negaverse could be to their own members if they doubted their higher ups.

Corrupt Super Miyamoto.

The General was threatening him, in a round about way, it seemed and what a creative threat at that. All because he didn't want to join in on the go around introduction....how childish, at least in his mind. Oh, he understood the idea of orders and the giving and taking of them. He was a normal person who had once posessed a job, from what he could gather from the boxes he'd left with Wolframite. He was fairly certain he'd done well at his job and had taken orders well enough, there was nothing in those boxes signafying the termination of said job.

But to get so worked up over an introduction, or the lack thereof, that was rather interesting and made him want to laugh or just smile - he refrained from both for now. But it was telling, oh how telling something so little could be. Already he was jugding the general, though he doubted they'd care, but it certainly wasn't the most flattering of opinions which he was forming. Making such a threat all over a simple request, as it had not come out as an order, to let something like that bother you enough to point it out rather than get right down to business.

Someone liked their power and liked to try and put people in place...to make threats and likely follow through with some of them. He figured they wer the sort to remember every little thing someone did that bothered him - every order and request not fulfilled...and to hold onto them all.

As things came to an end he hung around for some moments before turning, moving his hair out of his way, before he left. Trialing a trail of frost and chill with him. He'd participate in this mission but only because he wanted a way to fight senshi and knights, it was the only reason he needed to help with this.

Cybele

Cybele watched the large floating squid, drawing away ever so slightly as a tentacle whipped in her direction. She did take a look at the map, though, and she even summoned her tablet to make a note of the address, date, and time of the operation.

Others seemed more interested in banter than they did in asking relevant questions or taking notes.

Or they had been truly offended by something in this simple meeting, and Faustite had decided to rile things up farther rather than any attempt to smooth things over.

It wasn't something that Cybele was particularly interested in having any part of, and when the bickering began to edge uncomfortably close to flirting, Cybele decided to take her leave.

[Exit]

"No." Faustite beckoned the air again, and before him materialized the Captain that was so bold as to talk back. Whatever hallway he was expecting to see, he instead faced Faustite.

And Faustite clasped a hand over the Chambersite's mouth, held it fast, spoke low. "You do not get to disrespect me. You do not get to disrespect anyone above your rank.

"I don't care if you want to bake a ******** feast for your next meeting. I don't care if that corrupt wants to hump the other one after the meeting. They both followed the orders that I gave them. The thing that keeps all of us alive is following orders, and when that breaks down, people die.

"Even if it's something as ******** simple as cut the crosstalk, you follow that order. Every time you don't, you show your peers and betters that you can't be trusted. Most of the people that attended this meeting can't be trusted with the lives of their comrades. You're the person who will get them killed because you can't be ******** to follow an order. Do you want that to be you?" He stared his captive audience in the eye, flame taking in what there was to see.

"Be better than them." He removed his hand from the Captain's mouth. "Dismissed."

Sailor Taenite

Because he was a mature adult, he snickered quietly at Faustite’s comment about the building, and leaned close to Cymophane to repeat, “Erected.”

Was he doing it on purpose now that he knew how irritated people got? Possibly. He knew at least Kamacite heard him, and he was one of those who didn’t think it was funny, apparently.

Taenite let out another low whistle as the interactions between General Faustite and the others. While he was amused that someone would be so prudish (or possibly repressed) to make a comment about his half-serious flirty quips, he was more amused when the same Captain got reprimanded for talking back.

“What was the line…?” he turned to Cymophane, since he seemed to be the only one in the room with any sense of humor. “Play stupid games… get burned? No, no, that’s not right,” he sighed, and waved his hand as though to erase what he’d said from memory.

“I’ve got to report to General King Axinite after this,” he said with a sigh, as if that was something horrible but really it wasn’t. “I’m going to convince him to teach me how to make a soufflé. Maybe I’ll be able to bring some snacks for the mission, too,” he said mostly to Cymophane who hadn’t talked down to him or sneered at his ridiculousness.


Eternal Kamacite

While Kamacite didn’t agree with the way others reacted to Faustite, Kamacite didn’t find his fiery personality difficult to deal with. There was obviously a structure to follow and many didn’t.

Himself included.

He stood once everyone started clearing out, and turned to Cymophane for a moment. “I’m going to say hello if you want to wait for me,” he said with a frown, not wanting to hold Cymophane up but thinking he was at least entertained enough by Taenite.

Once Chambersite was dismissed, Kamacite stepped forward, his arms folded into the fabric of his robes that gave him more bulk than there really was underneath.

“I apologize about not making a full introduction,” he said quietly, hoping to give Faustite enough time to cool down so he didn’t end up the next target of his temper. “It’s--...” he started and then stopped, trying to figure out the words, and then sighed. “I’ll do what I can to make sure things go well.” What he wanted to say was that it was troublesome to think that there were agents who could care less about the teamwork involved and just seemed to be focused on themselves.

General Faustite

With Chambersite slinking off, Faustite looked over the emptying room. Ah, the flirty one was off. It wasn't disappointment that he felt, but the emotion had been foreign to him for such a span that he didn't have a word for it at the moment. Others were approaching, however; he could reflect later.

One face was relieving to see, and the other was unfamiliar to him. Hand on hip, Faustite looked to Kamacite primarily, though he withheld warmth given the room full of untrustworthies.

"Kamacite." He nodded to the sunborn Corrupt. "Don't apologize; I know you'll perform." As the only person in the room with which Faustite had worked together, Kamacite was easily placed even when he didn't finish Faustite's orders. If stationed with himself, then no other officers needed to be familiarized with the Eternal. And at that rank — answering Faustite's orders was optional.

Cymophane, however — Faustite blinked at the Leopard's raffish mien. "******** insightful. Tell me another." Did he think Faustite hadn't noticed? That he hadn't spent the last few years on fire and thus noticed that he was, in fact, burning? That he needed it stated to him explicitly because his observation skills were so piss poor as to rely on someone else to state the ******** basics?

The cindered General shifted his weight, shook his head. "Sorry." However clipped, it was genuine. "Still testy."

Turning, he beckoned over his shoulder. "We'll walk." Better to leave before someone else tried to be snide, and further disrupted any tenuous cooperation.