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 Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 12:28 pm
Guardian Haymitch
The guardian cat lifted his head and looked at General Aquamarine. He winced at Mizuki's outburst, but he understood where she was coming from. Haymitch too felt like this plan was... not great. He didn't move from Albite's hair, but he did shift back onto his haunches.
"General Aquamarine... it may be that the others have little or nothing to add. You and the other Generals have already decided on a plan. It's clear that there's been a lot of talk outside of the group about this. I... don't like this plan either, but if this is our only option... then okay. This is what we do," he said, sounding far older than his little kitten body gave off. He almost sounded like Tama, to be honest.
"I'll help Tama suppress auras, but I am literally just a guardian cat. I don't have a human form like Tama. I don't even have a weird... senshi cat form like that one techy cat with the White Moon. I can maybe laser beam a royal. There is very little I can do, and it sucks.
"... and I think many of the younger or newer members here feel the same way," he concluded with a sigh, glancing around the room. He felt pathetic. He felt weak. He felt like he was absolutely useless, and being snapped at for not adding more to the conversation wasn't good for moral. For his, or anyone else's. How could you add to a plan when the plan was already decided, when it was presented as the only option?
He curled his tail around Albite's leg for emotional support.
Quote: Quoting who's he's directly interacting with, but anyone can respond
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 4:46 pm
General Prehnite
"Your confidence is inspiring Aquamarine, I'll do my best to stay just above becoming a disappointment," there was no malice in it, just banal understanding, and quiet acceptance. Maybe the hint of what could've been a smile. He couldn't begrudge Aqua playing the other side of Jet's coin; anything to ensure the safety and success of the group. The blond stirred fires-- spirit -- the others rose and answered like crackling bits of dried moss caught in the embers.
For all the words being traded rapid fire in the sizeable group, Prehnite found he was most proud precious Mizuki, what she lacked in aplomb? She made up in loyalty, in fight. Her emotions true as her drive. He eventually shifted forwards to put his hand on his daughters shoulder, not in an attempt to hold her back so much as it was to reassure her that he still had her back. Maybe also to hold her steady, lest she sake apart in rage, or take one step forwards too many to be considered polite speaking distance from Aquamarine and the rest...
There were still rules after all. He knew she was the best girl at following them; when he needed her to be.
"However, for the rest? I don't think it sounds like we have to worry about it failing because of any one c***k in our armor or another. There's only so much to plan for before it becomes over-planning and spoils it," he considered it a testament to Faustites -- something -- his charisma? His power, maybe? That so many were there in attendance, willingly even. "I would say that this is, without a doubt, one of the riskiest endeavors a team can undertake. In that it's a rescue mission first, and any captures or kills made will be luxury addons after the fact-- rescues can be very messy indeed." He knew this all too well, how many amongst them were old enough to have been both victim in caged hands and springer of freedom within the same lifetime? To have lived through it twice? More than he wanted bodies in hands he wanted no one to be snatched up off the battle field-- to avoid that worse fate of an outcome as the White moon had proven they kept their prisoners poorly so many times over.
Prehnite couldn't begin to imagine the ways they all felt, and was glad that he was somewhat removed from the closeness, because he knew that within the room stood an entire team, a sovereign, his companions, all who would have to willingly stand down and allow one of their own their assaulted by the enemy -- a necessity in order to see Faustite saved -- Prehnite imagined it was the waiting that was going to be what got them. He tilted his head in Tama's direction, let the rest of the words filter out, over, took a pause.
"So we'll keep it paired down to its simplest parts. Signals, point men, retreats. Everyone's powers known...Tama, I don't know if Faustite will be needing any tech, but a collection of 'signals' for Kamacite would be appreciated. We can assure the document and any incidental notes are available for the team to study briefly beforehand, so it's known who does what and when not to look." and his look to the Mau was sympathetic, for all that he knew the cat was trying his best to offer every aid available. This might've been the tail end of all they could do. Attending to the mission at their best, and little more than that.
He finally did get to feed Kama a look, a brief glance of a blink filled with soft understanding. He hated seeing that look on the other Eternals face, the way he hugged the wall like it'd devour him, but they would talk later. He wanted to be kept as much out of the dark and informed as possible on where Kama stood grounds, especially knowing all the ways a thing could turn in on itself snakelike and eat it's own tail.
Missions succeeded as often as they failed---
Mistakes happened, enemies laid traps and surprises. They were trying to purify a man to save him from himself against the greatest types of odds -- against an unknown number of assailants -- against powerhouses and any possible number of their entourages. It was, in essence, from the view of the world outside their window, a chance to finally take out Faustite?
One way or another.
Even if it was the mans 'sister' doing it, Prehnite wouldn't've put it past them to pull something spectacular out of a hat. Which was exactly why they needed to ensure a retreat rout was reserved----
Basic Cryolite, Corrupt Senshi of Sublimation
Cryolite ruffled, relaxed, let it all sink in. Tension and release and cutting chords with how he ground his teeth and -- was that super drinking wine!? Was the General!? He'd been so stressed - seeing snow in his vision and holding himself together because the future loomed unpleasantly in the distance; it's shadow cast a far colder darkness than the ice that flowed through his ******** bones -- and he'd not even noticed anything else around him. Only the building tension that made him want to breathe a fog of cold, and the fact that Faustite looked like he was moments away from falling apart where he sat. As if he breathed wrong he may shed his essence and become flames before them.
Cryolite did have to blink, maybe twice, maybe because he was a man suddenly dying of thirst and wished he had the will to move himself from the spot he was frozen to. He didn't though. He could only stand his ground and swallow dryly; could only listen to those who were more well versed in all of this than he was. Freshly driven powder and he had not a clue -- save that he needed to follow orders to see Faustite saved. He had little mind for combat-- save to hold his own, or hold them off, or run when told to.
Maybe that wasn't the best for this situation at all? But at least he'd be another body to distract them with, one more hand to grab at the burning center of why they were doing this at all, and if all else failed? A hand to take revenge with, in case they couldn't get Faustite back at all, and the house came down, and --
Eternal Husband Albite, Corrupt Senshi of Retribution
"Enough," and his poor little haybaby bonded's feelings thrummed solid as a strike on piano key chords. Resonated and shook Albite loose of his quiet stupor, the way it registered more than all the words and traded asks and necessary answers to those asks. Albite couldn't help but reach down to pick Haymitch up with one large hand; should've never left his child to sit on the floor like some kicked abandoned thing. He scooped the kitten close enough to give him a hug, a stroke of reassuring thumbs before he was tucking the Mau up onto his shoulders; better to have him perched there where he could hide and climb at leisure, where he had some podium height to state all his precious words from.
"S'not Aquas fault, he's not with us everyday. Doesn't know how much we've been in on this till now---everything we've tried, or planned, or failed at already, maybe?" Albite couldn't put it on Aqua, wouldn't hold anyone's words against them in the middle of trying to get to an end result. It was emotional, they were emotional, it was only right to be so charged up or quieted down in the middle of uncertainty. Only right of a General to ask the hard questions the same way Jet offered up a supportive side of softness graced with the protection on this, the most dangerous sort of mission, that only a Soverign could offer against that same sort of uncertainty.
N'Albite got that that was what Aqua wanted quelled, right? The uncertainty, yeah? The unknowns? Wanted conviction spoken aloud and agreed upon that 'this' was what would be done with it all. The utter ******** unfairness of it all. That nasty cloying feeling of helpless and hopeless all balled up into one thorny b***h of an emotion. Albite didn't do hopeless though, didn't do helpless, clawed onto his optimism like a dying man did his final breath even with reality bearing down deeper n any ocean walls around him.
He took a breath, looked away from Faustite like it hurt him to spare the man more than a blink, he smiled at the team gathered there -- some somber thing laced with the tiniest bit of 'I love you, but I'm being serious'. Because he did love them all, because he was Eternally greatful, because no matter what passed between any of them -- ******** it -- they were here, werent they? Like the weird plant guy'd said, they'd made a show of force and they were going to ******** the white moon up if they pulled any bullshit.
Even if what that looked like was a smash n grab at a liquor store; giving their boy up and then big-banging the ******** outta their senses for the sake of getting Faustite n getting gone.
"N'I don't do planning so well. S'why m'glad we've got everyone here who gets how this is something to get done quickly--and done right--that we have the experienced in with the new, because if it was just those of us who're too close to this? ********, if it was just me?" he shook his head at the idea, how terrible it would've been if it were only him. His laugh for that same thought a little derisive, some bit of self depreciation buried deep within because even he considered himself compromised in all of this. He had the one goal and that goal came with the darkest sorts of blinders.
Getting Faustite back alive. Thinking past that? Thinking of details? Thinking of signals and signs and ledgers and -- he knew his part and that was the important part to know -- would have his boy in his ear for the first part and he swore he wouldn't fall apart when suddenly the boy in his ear stopped being Eion and became some new yet same sort of version of Eion....
"He's a husband, and a father, and a friend--and a valued asset to the Negaverse as a General. N I love him more n words. So we are going to succeed. He is coming home with us. I'm glad to have you all here to help navigate that -- f'anyone should take point on the offensive? M'voting Taenite or Aqua--s'the claws of leadership type s**t in 'em. N they've done it before m'sure....The rest's handled, right? If we discuss it now, if we throw it on a digital piece of paper..." he swallowed and scanned. His team, Jet, Helio, Fafnir, the whole of the room he wanted to drag them into hugs and tell them it'd be alright even if that was a bold faced lie he didn't know the true answer to.
He did know some things though.
"No matter what shape or ******** form, firebrand. M'not coming home without you. S'if that was ever a thought I could have...." conviction fallen into heat, he had to check back to Faustite, had to look at him like he'd never see him again. Like he was seeing him for the first time every time. Had to tell himself they'd do or die with this, and figured, hell let the planty weirdo call a retreat n save the rest! Let 'em all have their safety rails n guards. He was bringing his husband home.
As a person, a pile of ashes, a youma.
They would not take Faustite from him. Everything they took and maimed and claimed with sickly sweet love and blessed light. Not this time. Not what was his---
"N'if it doesn't cost us anything to try it? If it wont risk the plan, or cost the lives of many to save the few -- then we're absolutely taking some of those ******** with us." and he did toss Aqua a look, because really, who the ******** amongst them expected a group comprised of literal traitors, offering the boon of 'untested purification for the sake of salvation', not to do a whole entire betray if it was in their best interest to do so? People of the white moon who knew they were, as a team, desperate to try any last hail marry. Even this one. He loved Lysi, much as the rest, his most beautiful starsister above. Loved all his enemies!! Tooth and bloody nail he did. But even he had his limits, his doubts, even he didn't believe they'd come out of this so easily as anything could've ever been planned for.
He didn't believe Lysi would leave without taking Faustite with her anymore than he believed he'd leave that battlefield alive without his husband in tow. The two things couldn't be the one and the same. Someone had to take Faustite home, to take him out, to --- It was too much taking for him to math up because numbers weren't his ******** thing, but the threat posed by the other side was so obvious that even he didn't miss it's presence.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 6:04 pm
Captain JadariteFor a long time, Jadarite had remained silent. She was present, and ready to assist and prove herself in any way that she could, but this was also a briefing, and she was focused on taking in the information that she could. Faustite could die, or be taken from them. That, she understood. Many of the others were emotional wrecks. Jadarite was not. Of course it would be more convenient for him to remain her General. He was clever, and good at his job, and had always been fair to her, but she did not have the depths of attachment to him that the others did. He was her superior. That was all. She could adjust from his loss, if she needed to. Perhaps she could even benefit from it. In a power vacuum, it was possible that her long awaited promotion could finally be hers. Although, contributing to Faustite's rescue could be equally beneficial. If Aquamarine wanted tactics? Her dark eyes flicked around the room, catching the gazes of whoever she could before they settled on Faustite. "Let me call the attack," she said, deferring to only him, not any of the others with their General-King's auras, or their sharp demands, or their open displays of love and rage. Her own voice was calm, logical as ever. "Let me watch for the signal, or for other factors that might necessitate a change of plans in the moment. You know I will not rush in too soon because of emotions, and I will not let others do it, either. You know I will not hesitate when it is time. I have proven this to you."She could already tell if they wanted any of this to be successful, there were going to be many desperate emotions to keep in check.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 6:22 pm
“Do not take my offering all I can do as akin to nothing. God. Mizuki is right! There is nothing in this plan that I do not despise. But I will also stick by this… ” He looked at Albite. He could not say he loved the man like he did. Yet something about Faustite had grown on him. He hated this. “… my general in any way I can.”He folded his arms and looked away. ☆
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 7:45 pm
Youma General FaustiteTama's question was an important one, but Faustite didn't know how to answer it. Didn't know what kinds of technology the Mauvians were capable of producing in the first place. Was thankful that Prehnite could answer for him, as much as a luddite as Faustite was.
Taenite's question received a nod, but others started talking before he could elaborate.
The conversations between were where words grew heated, Aquamarine inciting and Mizuki rising to the bait. Before he could get a word in edgewise to discourage any premature murder, his fire had grown bright and rippling, then burst upward. Faustite choked on the fire, covered his mouth with both hands, but flame still eked out between his fingers. He winced, then, feeling his nerves scream for how they kept getting burned alive. Then he twitched for how the heat blisters came up afterward. Swallowed tentatively and tasted that bitter fluid that collected within them.
That was going to end soon. Somehow. By the White Moon's hand, or by the fact that he finally became a youma.
Faustite had thus been silenced for the remainder of their talks, their bargains and Albite's speech. There was nothing about this mission that suggested easy or clean. Many of the members had a certain amount of personal investment in this mission, even if it was as simple as the comfort of retaining their General, or ordering him around as a Captain, or even a Lieutenant. Faustite wouldn't fault the Negaverse for stripping him of rank for trying a stunt like this, even if he did survive.
It was so terribly much to ask. Of him, of his team, of everyone in the room. That this was how Faustite would survive was itself a messy, grievous affair. It was a terrible thing to do to his boys, as it was a terrible thing to do to himself. But the alternative — becoming a youma — that was supposed to be the worse choice.
He couldn't deny his curiosity of what it would be like, this strange world outside of the Negaverse where he answered to a dead place instead of an otherworldly abomination. He supposed it wouldn't share the same appeals as the Rift, but if something should happen in this mission — if he was lost to them for a margin longer than the few minutes it should take, Faustite would have time to visit it. Time to visit the past that entailed Velvet's life, however long or short it was. And he could explore what Encke had meant about being himself, free of chaos, if such a notion held water.
He could use that time to investigate, to build up names that he could give to the Negaverse before rejoining. There were options. Opportunities.
But if he could skip all of that and return home in minutes instead? That was, by far, the superior option. To throw all of that away for the chance to surf on a senshi's couch and slowly relearn how to human sounded exhausting at best.
When he was able to speak again without spitting fire, Faustite slowly sat up. "Cymophane makes a good argument for recon," Faustite explained, though his voice sounded more parched and raspy than before. "If the cats are suppressing signatures, then dispose of those stupid a**-wings, and capes. Lean into that advantage. Once that trick wears out, expect the cats will switch to strategic beams."
He yawned, beginning to slump over again while smoke escaped him. He looked from Albite to Heliodor feeling simultaneously desperate and sympathetic toward them. If his cincher hadn't begun overwhelming him with smoke, he'd have worn it to invite his boys to sit with him.
"It's a shitty, ******** plan," he agreed with Mizuki and Tama and the rest. "But they're the only known solution. Beyond their claims, I've seen evidence of it — Cinnabar, one of theirs. They must have a way to do it.
"Don't have enough time to look for something else."
Another few breaths, and his guttering gaze flickered across the room. "Changed my mind about this being my last act as a General. You've all got my permission to disappoint Aquamarine as thoroughly as possible, long as you don't cost us the mission." He smiled something faint and weary.
"Mizuki, fill you in after a nap."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 8:32 pm
“That demand should be easy enough.” Tama cracked the slightest hint of a smile. “Disappointing generals is my specialty.”☆
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2023 6:09 pm
General King JetTensions were high, but that was understandable. He knew he would personally like to hear what others had to say, especially when it was useful for finding out just what everyone was capable of when it came to promotions.
If everyone just sat back and did what they were told, how were they supposed to prove themselves worthy of more power?
But that was for another conversation on another day.
“Keep your cover, if you can,” Jet nodded to Cymophane’s question. “If they’re gullible enough to fall for this, then I’m sure we can convince them to gather again.”
Like moths to a flame, they just couldn’t help themselves. Senshi and Knights wanted so badly to be morally right about everything, that they didn't stop to consider the dangers. But that worked for the Negaverse’s advantage.
He didn’t respond to Mizuki’s outburst, since Faustite had already offered to talk to her later. He was sure that after some reflection she would realize that they had done everything else that they could think of. That they were capable of doing in such a short period of time. Maybe if they’d had the Velencian’s Commodore working on something for the full time he was there, something could have been developed to help tame the fires.
Like the fires from Faustite as they burst upward. Jet’s eyes narrowed slightly with concern, but didn’t make any comment about it. Not right now at least.
There also came the problem of not knowing how many organs Faustite still had in his body, and how many the youma was providing him with. The White Moon may be able to use their magic in ways they couldn’t with Chaos. As much as he hated to think it.
“We’re all here to support General Faustite and return him to the Dark Kingdom in one piece,” he tried to reassure the others. That was why he was there. His goal was to push the Chaos back into Faustite once the purification stuck.
“I won’t accidentally youmafy him, either,” he added, just in case that was a concern, especially with how in distress Faustite’s starseed would likely be. “As long as everyone keeps the Senshi and Knights away from me so they aren’t distracting.” Jet was confident in his abilities. He wondered if it had anything to do with his talent for playing the piano, or if it was just a natural gift. Either way, he wasn’t going to complain.
He settled his hand back in Aquamarine’s hair once he leaned back again. He wasn’t worried about Aquamarine being able to handle himself or not in the face of Faustite’s last act as a General. He almost sighed, but decided they would worry about whatever was going to happen after they got Faustite back.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2023 7:58 am
General AquamarineAquamarine hardly reacted. He sat in his chair, drank his wine, let Jet play with his hair, and occasionally pulled a face at something one of the others said. (Aquamarine would never understand this husband and father nonsense. Found family was one thing, but the need to attach roles and titles was where they all lost him.) He rolled his eyes at Faustite’s “last act,” but otherwise seemed to take it all in stride.
For the time being, anyway.
Aquamarine had little confidence in any of them. Some of them were too emotional, and gave no indication that they would be able to reign their emotions in when the time came. The rest… he couldn’t accurately judge when they offered so little to the proceedings. Mizuki was a liability. The cats were borderline useless for anything other than aura suppression. The woman (Jadarite) — whatever her name was — with the glasses… Aquamarine had no reason to trust she could fulfill her own requested task.
“Of the ones we know are likely to be there, most of them are low level threats,” he said, not at all to reassure any of them. He was being practical, and showing himself immune to their baiting, that was all. “Encke. Whatever ridiculous ******** nonsense name Sylvite goes by now. Nectar? I don’t care. Lysithea’s such a minor ******** threat we still have her listed as a prospective ally. If Ida’s the royal we’re dealing with… No offense, but—... Actually, no, full offense, nothing we have in the database about her suggests she’s earned the threat level she’s been assigned.
“You want to call the attack?” This he directed toward the woman in glasses (Jadarite). “Fine. Call it. Try keeping your little friends in line. Manage the emotions some of them can’t manage themselves. The rest of it I don’t know that you’re qualified for. Do you have any experience dealing with a royal?”
Aquamarine doubted it. There were too few to expect all of their agents to have encountered one.
“If we can’t pick them off one by one or corral them, or if we fail to keep them together once we do, we’ll want two of our strongest on whichever royal happens to be there,” he advised them. “Jet’s primary concern will be Faustite. That leaves Generals and Eternals to manage the royal. It can be done with two, if you know what you’re doing. We have the most intel on Ganymede. Jet and I were enough to take her down last year. If it's any of the others, we may want more than two on them to account for what we don't know about their capabilities. Keep them between you. Use teleportation to your advantage. Exhaust their magic, but don’t let them use their ******** crystal.”Quote: He's addressing Jada directly for part of it, but I left a lot bolded since the advice is meant for everyone. I'd quote everyone but I'm running short on time this morning. emo
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2023 10:35 am
Violet eyes moved to Jet. Youmafy him? Right. That was a possibility, too. And it wasn’t just one if they did nothing at all. How ironic that, after all was said and done and the first part of the plan worked, they could still ******** up the second part and have Faustite turned into a youma, not of their own negligence, but of their incompetence. They could end up right back where they started. If Tama had anything at all that could keep them from Faustite long enough for the general-king to do his work, the Mauvian would have offered it. But he had nothing. Even with his humanoid form, he was less powerful than a lieutenant in strength and had less magic than even the lowest senshi. Holding back a princess was laughable. What could he hope to accomplish? Stay as a cat and hope for pity? ☆
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2023 1:04 pm
Pax offered Mizuki a side-eye. She was getting on their nerves already; it was one thing to be overemotional, but she was way too much overall. But then again, they didn't have the same sort of attachment to Faustite she did -- they felt mildly positive towards him, but not enough to have any strong feelings about it.
They weren't here because they cared deeply about if he lived or died, anyway. It was just valuable experience to have. Pax liked Jadarite, but that wasn't really the same thing as being invested in her being around, yet.
"And if - and if something goes wrong," they ventured, because it was always good to be the pessimist when it came to plans, "if they leave with him somehow, what - what do we do then? Pull back? Take prisoners?" It was good to have it all explicitly out there. If anyone diverged from a clearly-stated plan, then that was their fault.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2023 2:02 pm
This meeting was….it was both incredibly frustrating and demoralizing at the same time. Aqua’s comments had raised hackles, Helio’s own, but Mizuki had beat him to the punch and with Prehnite and other voicing their own thoughts and displeasure at the General’s specific choice of words, well….Helio remained where he was, a quiet spectator to it all.
“I am not a tactician and right now doesn’t seem like the ideal time to stretch unused talents. Considering we are practically handing a General over to Order to help fix a problem we have failed to solve, I think it’s fair that people have opted to step back and let those who have experience in this department.” He hated it. He hated all of this.
“If Ida is the expected princess I do have some information to share. I ran into her earlier this month when I was out gathering energy.” He uncrossed his arms, wetting dry lips as he shifted. “She seemed…off in a way that made her incredibly aggressive towards me.
“I’ve run into her twice before, and both times she did nothing but flee, but this time it was like she actively sought me out to attack.” He glanced from Faustite to Jet and Aquamarine. “She hit hard and fast. Can’t say that she’s not ever like that on a one-on-one encounter. Was the first time I’d seen her when we both weren’t with others but she gave me little time to recoup myself in the short stint we had. So, if she’s the royal we’re going to be dealing with, I don’t think writing her off is smart. If anything she should be the first we try to lock down.”
Helio didn’t want this battle to fail because they were underestimating their enemies. They needed to be ready for anything. Quote=” EVERYONE YO”]
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 9:26 pm
General Prehnite
"Ida--" and there was some scoff and roll of his eyes, knowing a princess could be deadly. It wasn't as though she was Castor though, there were worse foes to face. "She's all useless stinging petals and vines, not even as poisonous as oleander. One princess, two, we'll survive it alright. So long as the rest of the unexpected underlings are kept at bay -- and by all rights of what we've gathered here? That shouldn't be too much to manage--" it seemed they had plans, plots, backups for their plans and plots. Everyone had identities to covered, knew the place and time, knew the team members ---
Still he nodded at Heliodore in thanks for the information. Heeded Aqua, Jet, and the rest with a nod, gave Jada a very appreciative look -- one full of respect, maybe -- for seeing a Captain step up and step forewords for such a large task without being prodded was enthusing!
Faustite had a good team under his steadily crisping hands....
"If you don't need me any longer? I am going to prepare--" and he'd flag Tama down later for those words that they'd get cobbled together. Couldn't help but turn his gaze to Kamacite where it lingered for such a long time; he let Mizuki go. She clearly had much to discuss with her fire-father, likely needed to have that talk alone so as not to feel so out of the loop.
And he needed to check in on his wilted-sun-beam of an ally...
Basic Cryolite, Corrupt Senshi of Sublimation
If Cryolite had taken the wine? He would've choked on it, instead he waited for his nerves to steady and then poured himself a tall glass with which to steady his nerves further before finding a back wall to cement himself against; he couldn't even begin to think about Faustite accidentally becoming anything at all -- it was nauseating -- couldn't the man simply be saved without all the theatrics!?
Couldn't their enemies just have -- have what? Done the deed quietly and been over it?!
They would've taken him.
He knew, intrinsically, it's what anyone with sense would've done. Faustite was friend to 'them' only, to the rest of the world he was likely a fire hazard and hell on wheels and the birth of a new world event full of mass dying! He didn't even want to begin to think about it. So he simply sipped a slough of red and didn't think beyond hammering into his own brain the specifics of what he'd be needed for, his tasks, his responsibilities. Thanked every god he didn't believe in that Jada would be making the call and holding the lead on the teams more enthusiastic members...
She was a good choice for that...
As good as he knew the others were, else they wouldn'tve been assigned anything at all. It eased his unease a touch, though not nearly as much as the alcohol.
Eternal Husband Albite, Corrupt Senshi of Retribution
JADA!! Albite quietly cheered nice n loud in his own head, grateful for her stepping up and taking charge!! He was so, so, so, sooo close to running up and hugging her--- but that wouldn't've been cool, n she was definitely cool! Super cool, the coolest, save Cryolite but that was a technical ice person thing maybe? So he held his urge to give a hug in a sigh of relief, then felt his gaze tilt towards Pax --
Sweet from the beginning that one, he liked Pax a lot. Thought they were as good a choice as anyone else that Jada could've brought into the fold. From his badass outfit, to the way he asked all the right questions---
"They won't be going with him anywhere," and Albites smile for this was mean, all happy go lucky violence. "M'sure they'll try, wouldn't put it the ******** past them, s'what I'd do -- yanno? Take the goods n dip the hell out the second the deeds done, but? S'pecifically what my magic's made for is holding 'em nice n tight..." spoken with a grin that reflected the most pleasant sort of malice, an unexpected knife slipped between the ribs by a dear friend. Pax was asking for how fores n what if's though, right? So Albite had to try for an answer, would look to be corrected for it even.
"Lessay s**t goes to pot though, yeah? That they do slip away with our boy unexpectedly? We take hostages, bodies, hold back's many as we can, because if they think their leaving with what's ours---" and Albite could already see the gifts of wings and heads on pikes he'd be sending in till Eion was home again where he belonged, no matter whether or not he remembered that it was indeed his home.
"Could be wrong though! S'ah very good question Pax, ifn' anyone else wants to answer that better'n the s**t I can imagine...like...with actual logic..." cause even Albite could admit he was a bit emotionally compromised for all of this. Better to let the level heads go n lead off while he did the parts assigned to him, instead of flying off the handle n out of bounds before everything began...
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 9:43 pm
Guardian Haymitch
He was being picked up and suddenly he felt the comfort of his bonded. Haymitch nuzzled the thumb that ran over his fur, and settled onto Albite's hair and shoulder. Being up high was far better than being on the floor - he really should have climbed up his hair earlier, but things were happening - and he felt far calmer about this whole thing.
Well, as comfortable as he could, given the circumstances. He was in the same boat as Tama. Haymitch was only good for very little things, and in this case? He was out of his depth. He could, theoretically, hide in a human glamour to help scout out, but he could also do that just as well from his cat form.
He hated it.
Haymitch curled up on Albite's shoulder, tail tucking around the other side, and listened quietly. Jada was offering to call the attack, Jet was saying he was going to try to not youmafy their general, even after all of it. They'd be no where any different than right now.
Metallia this was frustrating for the guardian cat. He might be magical, but he wasn't even useful in this case. What use was he beyond helping his senshi upgrade and damping auras? Which was a moot point because of no one being powered to start out.
He chattered softly into Albite's neck, resigned that he had very little to add to this now.
[ Haymitch 'exit' as he is going to simply watch and listen until the end ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 9:50 pm
[Corrupt Super Lilith]
The blond General's bitey little comment made Lilith roll her eyes, but she snapped a hand out to rest on Alkmene's arm. A reminder to her brother,w ho she could tell was Not Well Pleased about being spoken to like that, that there was no reason to pick a fight with someone who was technically on their side.
The goal was to save Faustite. Truth be told, as little as she cared for the Negaverse--that was Lilith's goal too. And whoever they had to work with to make that happen, it seemed fair and reasonable to her. She imagined that later, no one would believe her if she said it--but Lilith wanted this plan to go off without a hitch. She wanted Faustite to live, and to be back in the Negaverse. A last gift for her brother, of sorts: she would make sure that his beloved returned to him.
She just also hoped that things worked out in her favor, as well. Or, rather, she needed things to work out in her favor. She needed to be able to sneak away, to find whatever Princess might appear, to get out of the Negaverse. And, perhaps, she realized, she could have bargained her knowledge of this little plan for that.
But that simply would not do. Not when Faustite's life was at stake, and not when he was the one b*****d on this team she most solidly and consistently respected.
In the end, of course, she was sure her team would see what she intended to do as a betrayal for the simple fact that she was leaving them behind. She would not compound that by doing harm to them on her way out.
Ugh, this was going to be incredibly complicated. She knew it. Slipping out under the direct watch of a General-King while ensuring she kept her head would be a very delicate dance, but she had faith in herself. She could do this. It was, really, only a matter of exactly how long it took.[Corrupt Super Valjean]
The sharp commentary about just rattling off magic got naught more than an eyeroll from Valjean. As far as he could see, it seemed that the plan was well in hand--there were moving parts, sure, but any plan would have moving parts, and few plans survived engagement with the enemy anyway. There was little purpose, to him, to trying to wrangle it any tighter than they already had. This was a good team, and they'd figure it out.
Though, he had to admit, he didn't like the sheer numbers involved in this. But that was sort of the problem: they needed enough people to spring a proper ambush, when Order's forces would be at unknown strength and unknown ability. Never mind whatever else there was that they couldn't possibly account for.
Known unknowns and unknown unknowns, as it were. Couldn't plan for what you didn't even know existed.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, tiredly. So much to do. So much to consider. So little time to prepare.
There was little else to be bandied about. Speculations about Princesses--the one they'd faced before, mostly--and all the other nonsense that might ruin this mission.
A deep sigh passed his lips.
At least there wasn't much for him to say. He'd done his part, provided a little bit of suggestion, and the rest was.
Uncomfortably up to chance. Chance, and the hope that this group of absolute disasters could get something done together. But they were a team, they knew each other, fought together--he wanted to hope that they could get something as critical as this done.
It made him uncomfortable, yes, but he had to trust. The possibility of failure simply could not be on the table. Faustite would be purified, would be saved, and would come home with them. That was it. There were no other possibilities to entertain.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2023 8:20 am
Aquamarine's comments stung, and inwardly Fafnir seethed, not even giving him his title in his mind. Why ask for input from the lower ranks? Untested, untried, or they'd already be Generals. This mission was too important to let people like that dictate what was to happen. The best of their strategists should be planning this, dictating where to go and when to strike. Leaving it up to everyone like this was some sort of grade school group project... He burned to say something, but caution held him back, and the pressure of a General King's aura.
"If Captain Jadarite commands the offensive, I will go in close behind Albite." He said finally, when he had pushed down his irritation and the strain of anxiety over what they were planning to do. "My magic is a debilitating area of affect. Albite catches them, I can weaken them. Eternal Alkemene can come in with me, and suppress their magic after I've weakened them. We can each take one of the ones we want to capture, and teleport them back to a holding cell. If there are others who think they can weaken the captives, then can come with me and we can coordinate for best effect. Does that sound sufficient?"
Fafnir cast his glance about the room, looking for others who might agree or have contributions. If this was how they were going to do it, then ******** it. He would lean in to it. He just had to hope they could hit hard enough their lack of true strategy would not hurt them.
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