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General Leucite

The walk back had been long, and he had eyed Stibnite's wound with some concern, but had said nothing, he knew she would speak up if she really needed the help.

Once they had arrived he stood near her, not too close, but close enough that if her wound did become too much for her he'd be able to step in and support her as needed.

However, everything changed when Metallia appeared and the rite began. When the General-Queen... ascended - there was really no better word for it. Leucite dropped to his knee and bowed his head in reverent respect.

The Saint had blessed them with a Queen. Once again he crossed himself, slowly, and murmuring a final amen. They had a path now. A course for victory.

When he raised his head, his eyes shown with pride and energy. He could not wait to hear what their orders were to be from their new monarch.

Lt. Arsenopyrite

He had managed to miss what had happened to most of the others in the room. Unfortunately the call had come at a time when he was taking an important test and while he felt pulled away he forced himself to stay for the test. How well he had done on it though was questionable because the voice was continually bothering him until he had managed to get away from the test and finally here.

Luckily he had run into general who had apparently been waiting for stragglers. After getting yelled at/lectured and punched in the stomach for "insubordinace" he had been teleported here, at what seemed to be when everyone was finally coming back from... wherever they had been. He would have assumed it was all over, but figured that since there had been someone waiting for others, that it was something too important to miss.

And so he saw the items being given, a form becoming almost solid it looked like, a woman coming out from the side, and then he had been blinded by the smoke until there emerged what looked to be an important figure. Taking a quick glance he realized he should be kneeling and did so with his head bowed down. He could feel the power coming off of the figure and was a bit intimidated, however he was still new to the Negaverse and so wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but knew he had to show his respect anyway.

Lace, Corrupt Guardian Cat

Tourmaline had taken more care of the kitten then she had ever expected and when she had to watch them go and face the trials, she had never felt more useless to them. Dia and Tourmaline and Seraphanite were such amazing people...and she was just a small kitten.

She stretched and crawled from where Tourmaline had dropped her. Her gaze lingered on the teal haired general queen who had originally corrupted her in, and her bright transformation into more power then the kitten ever felt.

As such, the kitten laid her head to the ground and then meowed.

Corrupt Sailor Noctua

Noctua spies the blue haired girl (Chrysocolla) and fell silent. Strangers. She watched with pale blue eyes as the other girl drew closer. So Noctua was not the only charge under Cinnabar's command? She should have known but... something jealous curled around her throat none the less. Still, she did not outwardly shunt he new girl, merely watched her cautiously.

And then the show began.

Metallia spoke to them, speaking of things that Noctua didn't understand yet. Instruments that they had all risked their lives for rose into the air and waited. Waited for a host, it would seem. A woman that Noctua did not know stepped into view, injured and crippled, but willing none the less. She stepped into whatever energy the shapeless voice conjured and when the dust settled...

A Queen. If Cinnabar's power made Noctua fizzle and crack, then this woman's energy radiated off of her and hit Noctua like a gale force wind, obliterating her and scattering her to the corners of the earth. Noctua's breathing caught in her throat and everything was happening so fast. This place, teeming already with the energy that Noctua could bathe in, these trails which threatened to kill but only made her stronger, and not this. Noctua's knees turned to water and her weight crumbled to the ground. She pressed her forehead to the stones and muttered poetry and speeches, elegies and ballads, songs and epic stories, all shatters of whole things but sewn together in love and adoration for her queen.

This was Noctua's calling. This place and these people and Cinnabar and The Queen. Love was the thing that rattled around in Noctua's rib cage, beating against the bars like a frightened bird. Love was the sweetness that lingered long after the starseed had melted from her tongue. Love collected the pieces of her demolished self and restored her, brighter and newer than before.

"I love you," she whispered into the stones. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

General Osumilite

The blonde General grinned from ear to ear as the General-Queen advanced to Queen Laurelite. A longtime agent of the Negaverse, he remembered the days of Queen Beryl's rule fondly and her exit left a void in the group that was desperate to be filled. Alas, a true and corporeally formed leader has reemerged within the Negaverse to bring them to victory.

He bowed his head to honor her.

Super Sailor Typhon


On the other hand, the blue-haired corrupt had no idea who Beryl was - but this b***h? Oh, the power he felt radiating from her was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was immense and it was glorious.

"YAAAAS KWEEEEEEN," he shouted, unaware of just how apt that title was. He cheered from the crowd, applauding her high above his head. Of course, he needed to add: "AND DAMN GIRL, YOU GOT DEM LEGGGGGGSSSSSSSS!"

A wolf-whistle followed.

Captain Moonstone


Like Obsidian, Moonstone had been through one other Beryl: Nealite. She had seen how well that went, knew the stories from Before, and once Laurelite emerged with her power-up, the Haida captain could not help but feel almost...betrayed. Disappointed, definitely. This is what we risked our lives for? Another incarnation of a woman that failed us twice? Why does Metallia repurpose such a broken thing?

Moonstone struggled to keep those emotions clear from her face especially as she stood near the front where any and all could view - where Metallia herself and the newly crowned Laurelite could see her dismay, her uncertainty at the wisdom inherent in taking one that had failed twice and giving them another chance. But it was not her place to determine these things. Metallia did as Metallia wished and they could but provide service.

This is correct, it is what our Master has decided. Laurelite is our new Queen and we will serve for her glory as well.

Because of her position, Moonstone bowed her head to their new Queen but did not kneel, nor was it certain that she would have even if her wounds allowed for it. Standing before Metallia and Laurelite, the captain had a sobering thought: they were down two General Kings, with this promotion. Would there be others raised to that lauded status? Perhaps Schörl, or Cinnabar? Obsidian, with his return, or Labyrinthite? She did not dare dream that she would get any further reward than Metallia's praise for doing her duty.

Captain Tourmaline

Slowly the Captain had made her way through those gathered back towards her General. Despite the buzz and the shift in power towards the pillar, she paid little attention to it, routing all of her focus to keeping herself steady on her feet.

When Tourmaline dropped to her knees it was not out of reverence, but once more out of exhaustion. This time she stayed there, content that she had made it close enough to General Labyrinthite for her actions to count as checking in. On the surface the young woman clad in black and pink seemed well enough; hair damp with strands that had worked their way out of her pony tail clinging to her forehead. She felt grimy and tired and if anyone were to ask her opinion on things currently she might snap at them out of sleepy irritation.

Later on she might reflect on how impressive the whole ordeal was. She might think of how Sailor Dia had been the one to aide in drawing Laurelite out from under the remains of the youma that had left her to burn. She would possibly ponder whether or not that meant the newly named 'Queen' owed her friend...

Later, though. Later, and not now.