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Arseno 3 + 1 = 4
General Arsenopyrite
HP: 100/100

Arseno had been about to go and look at the medical bay himself, see if there was anything of interest in there, even something he could take, when his superior General asked for him to come over and look at what Benitoite and the rest of his group had found.

He only just wandered over when Taenite was talking about bedroom activities. Something that made Arseno make a face that was covered up by the mask. Some people were just too open.

"Maybe they were looking into ways to change weapons into rings as a way of disguising Agents. If they could tap into the power of rings, then possibly they could take on the appearance of a Knight but still be an Agent." He shrugged his shoulders. "Just a possibility, but perhaps we should take pictures of it to look at later in case this whole thing collapses on us." He said, removing his tablet and taking a quick picture of it.

He had noticed the figure before and without getting a better look, the person could be alive still. Possibly. Arseno wasn't sure how good magic worked, but it appeared that some lived quite long compared to normal human lives and if the weapons had been enchanted then it might keep the General alive. It was something they would have to add to the list of mysteries.








Chambersite 4 + 2 = 6
Triplite 1 + 2 = 3

Eternal Cymophane
HP: 100

Taenite might think it rude for a General to ask for the opinions of others rather than the two of them, but Cymophane took it in stride. The more the merrier, as far as he was concerned!

That didn’t mean he ignored Taenite’s attempts to get his attention, or that he meant to discourage Taenite from joking around. Cymophane liked a good joke. The time or place didn’t matter much, so long as there was no reason to assume they were in imminent danger.

Well, maybe the remains scattered across the floor should have concerned him more but, again, Cymophane wasn’t easy to rattle.

He had every intention of playing along with Taenite’s obvious bullshit, but he also couldn't ignore what, to Cymophane, was previously unknown information (and, in his opinion, very juicy gossip).

“Wait, hold on, back up. You’re sleeping with Faustite?”

Cymophane’s mouth dropped open in an exaggerated look of surprise mixed with excitement. Kamacite hadn’t told him that. Did Kamacite not know? Were he and Faustite still on kissing terms? Cymophane assumed they were since Kamacite hadn’t said otherwise, even after the whole starseed incident. Did the rest of Faustite’s boys know? Did it matter to any of them? Did they all get together to have fabulous orgies? He’d always thought Taenite was into Axinite...

Wait… was Axinite involved, too?

Why hadn’t Taenite let this little tidbit of info slip before? Keeping it to himself was criminal.

Cymophane’s head swiveled this way and that, looking to Faustite, then Kamacite, then any of Faustite’s usual boys that might be around, then Jet, because if Axinite was involved in these orgies that Cymophane was totally making up in his head then maybe Jet knew about it, then back to Taenite.

“You have to tell me everything. I want all the details,” he said, almost breathless with curiosity and enthusiasm. “How did I not notice? Why would you keep this from me?”

Ugh, now he wished they weren’t in the middle of a mission!

Cymophane did his best to get control of himself and refocus. The diagrams. They had to figure out these diagrams.

“R&D’s obviously Research and Development,” he said, trying to get back on track. “I don’t really get what the weapon and the ring have to do with the youma, though. Were they being used as test subjects or something? What can we learn from them? We need to find out how they do it,” he read aloud, getting a closer look at the scrawled notes. “Do what? Transmute weapon into ring and vice versa. Transmute… that means to, like, turn something into something else, right? So making a weapon into a ring and a ring into a weapon?”

Cymophane sighed dramatically. “I used up all my brilliance on those chains you got tangled up in. Weapon, ring, youma. Weapon, ring, youma. Were theeeyyyyyy…” He held the sound, wracking his brain for ideas. “...making weapons into some sort of item to… give to youma? Use on youma? Or… the other way around? Youma, to ring, to weapon? I’m so confused. You’ve got me all messed up dropping that bomb on me like that.”

Lt. Borax
Joining his captain and general around General Galvorn
HP: 50/50
(5 + 1 = 6)

When he saw his captain break off toward the general, he decided that was the wisest decision. He was not taking his chances with any of those symbols again, not after what had happened in their prior mission, no matter how much success others might have found. In order to stay in good graces, better to follow the investigations she seemed interested in.

Having her followed thereafter by Faustite brought a twitch of a smirk to his face. Assuredly the right decision, then.

"I am uncertain if this qualifies as alive, but I trust the bonds." Borax's brows knit. "The explosion out from his chest -- that's about where his starseed should be, right? "

He stood at a similar height and build -- though without getting softer, he would insist -- as the general frozen in front of them. An advantage he carried that the other three did not. "Maybe my stature will offer me sight into something?" It was worth a shot, anyway, and he took a short pace around the frozen-in-grayscale figure to see if he could notice anything that might have been a little strange. If he was alive, perhaps a way to free him, too.

General Benitoite.

A nd somehow the development part had escaped him, he felt like an idiot for not thinking of that. But listening to the eternal he nodded his head slowly. "Why would they pour resources into turning a weapon into a ring though, or vice versa? It can't be to make getting a weapon easier, summoning is already easy enough." That had been a thing back then as well, right? Looking to Arseno he held up a hand of his and flashed a knights ring to the other.

"Good thing I have this then, perhaps we can tinker with it at a later point." And see if they couldn't try some experimenting with it's magic. "I managed to liberate it from someone who was...no longer in need of it.." He said with a smile at the taller general.

"Mmm, maybe to give to youma? I can't imagine they were going to use it on youma. But then how do senshi pens fit in as well? Were they going to try and give them a weapon as well? Or was the idea to stuff youma into rings and pens? I'm rather lost on this all, but I'm going to assume whatever this was would hjave been ground breaking in some manner." He just wasn't sure what the idea had been but he was certain something big was being researched. "Perhaps if he returns to us we can ask the General..." And maybe continue with it as well. His attention had, at some point, drifted back to the eternal senshi in the group.

"Those chains were interesting."

What Tama saw was another piece of history that revealed itself with a swath of grey that overlaid the area nearest the elevator. In that glimpse, there were no bones — only the General facing three Knights. These knights wore Jupiter, Cosmos, and Uranus allegiances as they hailed the General before them.

"Caz wanted you to have this." The Jupiter Knight extended his hand toward the General, opening it up to unveil a necklace. It was a simple silver chain. Threaded onto it was a ring inlaid with an amber-colored stone and a carved, circumscribed plus-sign. "Just take it."

"Like I should accept the 'gift' you sent us?" The General leveled his weapon at the three Knights. "Or did you think I had forgotten?"

"That wasn't us," The Uranus Knight explained as she stepped forward.

"I recognized your planetary symbols," he returned as he pointed the end of his voulge at her. "If you think —"

The Cosmos Knight interjected. "You have to remember. Caz never wanted to hurt you. He promised to protect you. You were his friend and confidant."

"Sworn brothers," the Uranus Knight added with a nod.

A heavy silence fell between them as Galvorn sized them up. Waited for the lie to reveal itself. He watched each of them for some sign of a bluff. Then he sighed, bowed his head, read the pool of data at his feet. "Lay it on the ground and back away. Hurry; you have fifteen seconds before reinforcements arrive. But make no mistake —"

The vision faded as its monochrome scattered.

Witherite encountered a different fleeting vision when his fingers brushed over another Pluto symbol. This one covered nearly the entire room, desaturating the place with a star-stricken view of a battle in full tilt. Droves of agents clashed with knights of all allegiances, spilling each others' blood with absolute conviction. Many agents were armed with lethal weaponry, both those produced by the facility and weapons of their own, while many of the knights used their magic to circumvent the worst that the Negaverse had to offer. Nevertheless, knight starseeds were being pulled, and as the battle wore on, youma had begun to join the fray.

General Galvorn had engaged with the Uranus Knight and her staff, though she had gotten her hands on the ornate dagger that had been gifted to Galvorn by a coworker. Its strange glyphs glowed wildly with every singing slash she made at the General, which he dodged deftly. When he guarded against the next slash, the dagger had cut clean through the haft of his weapon.

Galvorn used the longer stick that was the base of the weapon to bash her in the leg, while the shorter bladed end was brought up to pierce her chest. The dagger clattered to the ground as her life fled her.

The breathless general let the now lifeless body of the knight slump to the ground, and he stooped with it to rescue the dagger from where it lay. It was then that he stumbled forward with a brash cry; one of the knights had sunk a wrested weapon into his back.

The monochromatic overlay evaporated as the Pluto sign dulled.

As Leifite, Jadarite, Faustite and Borax observed Galvorn, they would note a few peculiarities about him. It was already astonishing that he was still alive with so many weapons buried in his back, pincushioned as he was, but it was likewise puzzling that his weapon was nowhere to be found. They had already witnessed it in the spontaneous flickers of history that others had rooted out — Galvorn had a voulge, even if that voulge was cut in half by the dagger that the others were inspecting. Added to that was, of course, the mystery of the expulsion from his starseed. It could have been anything, be it knight magic, his starseed leaving his body, or something else entirely, but observing the man had only revealed that his starseed was not in any way exposed.

There were no Pluto symbols near Galvorn. However, Faustite would find that the source of his stillness was the necklace hidden under the collar of his uniform — a simple chain with a ring on the end of it. Inlaid inside the band, however, were repeating Pluto sigils.

Meanwhile, Benitoite, Cymophane, Taenite, and Arsenopyrite would find that there were some older drawings pinned beneath the indiscernible ones that they presently discussed. They were detectable only by the increased opacity of the drawings on top in certain areas, particularly where there were handwritten notes. If they looked underneath, they would find an entirely different set of papers — ones filled with notes and research on one General Chelonium, who had suspected Galvorn of treachery and gifted him a peculiar dagger. Galvorn's research had revealed that there was shockingly little to reveal about Chelonium, and that the man's career appeared out of the ether. According to notes scrawled around a drawing of the man, Chelonium did not turn up in any operations or battles, but was always watching when one of their own stepped out of line.

He also had notes on the dagger, which were likewise frustratingly unenlightening. Galvorn was stumped as to the writing on the dagger itself, its origins, or why it seemed so unnerving. Forgemaster had admitted to it being something like a special order, but had nothing to provide beyond that the weapon was made in-house.

As Valeria and Psilomelane continued searching the area, they found little else on offer aside from a few IV bags. If they reached the point where they needed IV bags, however, they were better off evacuating the injured officer to the Negaverse-owned hospital where professionals could see to their care. Still, there were a few other useful makeshift weapons, like some more sealed sterile scalpels and curettes. There was little else in the area apart from a splotch of monochrome with suspended magic by one of the stretchers.

Roselite, Kamacite, Miyamoto and Niter would find that this database was more complete than any of the others before it, as it was for Galvorn's personal use. Thus, when Kamacite searched youma, he had accessed a list of all youma that had recently attended the facility. A majority of the youma, including Forgemaster, were marked as MISSING. Only a few were labeled as in attendance, along with Faustite, who was labeled as UNKNOWN. It seemed, then, that most of the youma had vacated the area by one way or another. Perhaps Faustite would know more.

When Niter searched Gale, he received an abbreviated personnel file on a knight codenamed Gale. The entry elaborated that Gale was a tactically brilliant Pluto knight belonging to a team of five other knights. He had a history of being in staunch opposition to Negaverse presence and was present in three previous battles, each marked as losses for the Negaverse. However, he was not himself good at combat — rather, this knight preferred to fall back and rely on robust fighters like his Jupiter and Uranus counterparts to fight battles for him.

Miyamoto and Larimar would find that the bones were largely picked clean of their personal effects, save for a few rings worn with planetary symbols etched into them. There were a few scattered weapons, too, each stamped with the downward-facing crescent mood enveloping a starseed. Many looked like they had died badly, sporting terrible breaks or outright demolishing of vital areas, like the ribs or spine.

Kosmochlor would find that the small boxes contained weapons, though not to the quantity that could be found in other parts of the facility. Each box held only a handful of weapons, and some included small traps. These seemed more like example works. Of note were some of the traps, some of which looked like claymore mines, though they did not appear to be armed with any physical ordinance.

Jet had found that the edge was as sharp as it promised, cutting a clean line into his thumb (-1 HP). As with any exacting cuts, it bled profusely; the symbols and color of the blade shifted to a crimson afterward. Th weapon had an ominous air to it, one that set it apart from the other weapons that had been forged at the facility. It was difficult to say what made it different — if it was forged with different materials than the others, or if they had a different method of finishing this particular blade, but the uneasiness it produced was difficult to ignore.

As Jet, Aquamarine, and Heliodor looked the weapon over, they would find that it had been tampered with, but the signs were subtle. It seemed that part of the grip had been pried off and then placed back in its spot, with a barely perceptible shift. The writing on the blade had been filed for samples. And the blade itself had tasted more than Jet's blood, though it was difficult to say how many victims it claimed. Regardless of its origins, a weapon was a weapon — and any who possessed it would be lucky to have it.

When Faustite touched the Pluto sigil on the General's necklace, Galvorn's monochromatic miasma shrank until it had begun suffusing him with color. The man had only begun to move when all of the greyscale fell away, fully releasing him from the magic that once bound him. Only then did a harsh groan erupt from him as he staggered forward, burdened by the weight of the weapons in his back as he clutched wildly at his chest. Light burst forth from him and blinded onlookers for seconds. A wave of energy coursed over all who gathered around him — Leifite, Borax, Faustite, Jadarite — sending them staggering backward.

The man who was Galvorn greeted all of them with an agonized, bloody cry that soon dissolved into a wretched gurgle. From his shoulders and sides sprouted more arms, each as bulky as the last, as he staggered forward with desperate groans and popping joints. Each hand reached for his back, grasped hold of a weapon, and wrenched it free with a sucking, wet squelch. The blades of his brandished weapons were shiny with a substance that was no longer blood.

His neck lengthened until his head towered three feet above his body. His head craned this way and that, hardly observing those around him before his countenance blanched with the discovery of Prehnite, Siegenite and Hylonome. "You'll die here," he warned in a throaty overlay of voices. A spear was hurled at each of them "You can't have my research!"

“Hey!” Tama yelled as the general awoke. Attacking them? Rude! He didn’t even know if Galvorn’s research was worth taking yet… “I’m not done with your story yet so I’m going to have to tell you to wait on that whole dying thing.”

"You have to remember.”

It was that Cosmos knight again. What did she mean? What did the general have to remember?

What did Tama have to remember?

The Mauvian recklessly grabbed the last P symbol. If they were soon to enter battle, he needed to find out the rest of the tale quickly…


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[IT WOULD, IN FACT, HELP IF I COULD ROLL. That's what closing & reopening the tab gets you, I guess.]

Super Corrupt Valeria.


"It's fine, you're still in the medical field." Which might not help here, though maybe it would given how long the frozen in place General had been her. She had a feeling things would get to that point though, she had a bad feeling and had for a while now. She'd just chalked it up to the same feeling she got when going through a haunted house, being on edge and ready to jump into action or be sick. Her stomach had honestly been a mess for a while now as well.

While she was grabbing a few items she nearly smalled her head as she heard noises and stood up as fast as she could. Swearing as she slammed her head, she had reacted so quickly because she'd been getting more and more wound up since arriving here, the pink haired senshi of brains saw what was just...it was something unimginable.

"Somehow I can't help but thinking of Kali when I see him with all those arms and weapons in them..." She whisperred, looking to her fellow corrupt as she spoke.

"But I also think we're goign to need to deffend ourselves and fight." They couldn't just leave this go, she was certain of this. With those weapons and him shouting...there would be blood spilt she was certain of it. Making her way from the medical area, fingers already drifting up to her temple she called on her magic and sent out the little orb of magic. "Strike the mind." Maybe it would buy them some time, though not too much, it might give them time to react and figure this out...maybe not. She was hoping it would help somehow.






HP: 75/75