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 Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2019 3:19 pm
“ I think that's a wonderful name,” Tanzanite said with that seemingly permanent smile, still raking her claws gently through his fur, “ but... perhaps it's time I used my own. You're the first one I've told, after all.” Tanzanite attempted a wink, and failed rather terribly at it. The result was a very hard blink, because she was still trying to figure out how all of those teeny tiny face muscles worked. Scritches, though, she seemed to have figured out just fine. His loud purr drew out a quiet laugh. There was no secondary voice to give her away, and she was learning each day to mask her odd energy signature. Unfortunately, their database had some things all wrong. Anybody who'd known Tanzanite as a ruler likely knew she was s**t at it. Intimidating? Sure. Strong? You betcha. Suitable to lead a large number of people in a war that required tactical planning and unwavering attention to detail? There weren't enough synonyms for 'NOPE' in all the databases and languages in the all of the worlds to cover that answer. Laurelite was far better suited to the job, and Tanzanite felt... strangely freed by that. Large, violent creatures were meant for a battlefield, not a throne, and that was where she had felt most comfortable... once. Now, she felt most comfortable right there on that floor, watching Tiberius' tail sway back and forth while the standing bodies around provided a small alcove of safety. Standing bodies of members of the Negaverse, and so many she didn't recognize. Generals she didn't recognize. The advances in their technology alone was enough to send her thoughts reeling. “ May I ask which of these lucky officers has the honor of being yours?” If Hiro had taught her anything, it was that nobody owned a Mauvian. They were simply fortunate enough to be picked by one, and then given the privilege of being around them.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2019 7:24 pm
Raising a fine brow, perhaps plucked or maybe waxed, and the ashen blond was striding forward. Close to the edge of the stage and he let himself drop off it's edge and onto the floor below. A glance was given to Bloodstone, followed by a nod of his head, before his attention was once more on the eternal senshi.
"A liar..am I?" A purr entering his voice as he tilted his head to the side, just a bit. "Interesting. You admit to not knowing things were like back then...and yet you also assume what would be in a manual from six years ago. How interesting." Stepping closer, boots clicking on the floor, he kept some distance but he was closer than he'd been before hand, when he'd been up on that stage.
"The rule there - that information." He said flicking his wrist to gesture to the tablet the other had been quoting from. "That was put there because of what I did - because of my mistake...because the information had not been there previously." His voice was calm, even, but he wasn't done yet.
"Call me liar again and I will put you in line...and anyone else who tries to stop me." His gaze moved around the room, an open challenge to anyone to speak up against him. He was small, something that his uniform seemed to enhance, but he had seen his fair share of battles and he wasn't one to scare from violence.
Turning now from the eternal, done with him for the moment, he turned towards Bloodstone. "If you wish to join us in private you may. After this we can go to my office and discuss things further. Provided the eternal here still wishes to talk in private?" A glance towards the senshi of lemons, unsure if the other would wish to still speak with him in private.
"I'll keep that in mind Lieutenant. It is nice to know of our medically inclined officers. I have a General in my team who is medical as well."[
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2019 6:21 am
Euphoria
Eyes lit up when one of her own made an inquiry of her, the melody of different voices piping up on their own having her hands clapping together with excitement.
She had a question! All for her!!
"A very good point, my friend -- " Her head nodded, curls bouncing with the animated gesture. "While we are useful tools for an agent's arsenal, we certainly have feelings too. Emotions, feelings - we experience sensations just as much as the human race does."
Hands moved out from their threaded position, gesturing towards her own curvy form. "If you cut us, we still bleed. If you kill us, we still die. The experience is excruciating. While we may return after being dusted -- in most cases -- that doesn't mean it wasn't a traumatic experience to be forced to endure. Every last breath, every last moment is agony, just as one would imagine death would be, except we relive the experience over and over again in the name of our great Metallia and the agents who also serve her."
Pause.
"So please keep in mind that particular tidbit when you're sending us out to aid you in your quotas and missions, my friends."
Chatter surrounded them to the point that Euphoria almost missed the next person addressing her, had it not been for the vain youma's talent of catching her name being called aloud. This particular speaker looked like a sweet little morsel - all pink and black with her own adorable set of curls resting against her cheeks.
Pale eyes watched intently as she asked her question, one that was understandably based on the mystery surrounding the Rift, as little ones like her had probably very few, if no experiences at all in the world Euphoria dwelled in.
"There are many like me, yes, but only one Euphoria."
Her smile grew wide, the flower monster clearly proud of herself. "Each has their own strength, their own asset to offer. Some youma are physically strong while others, like myself, utilize other talents to help our friends acquire their energy and starseeds. You'll find there are quite a few special creatures out there, if you look hard enough."
With that, she gave the girl a noticeable wink, the antennae on top of her head twitching ever so slightly.
Shazari A thousand apologies for the delay stari_maga RL made a temporary youma snack of my energy
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2019 5:40 pm
Lieutenant Datolite
A seminar, about the youma creatures? Datolite was somewhere between disgusted and intrigued, which was starting to become a common mood, but curiosity won out over her aversion to the beasts. Even if a youma had been used to attack Tyrolite with its gross fleshy arm-eye-mucus body, they were still technically tools of the Negaverse, things to be harnessed and utilized so that they were never used against her or hers again. But then there were anomalies as well, things like Jeepers Creepers and his big old peepers and furry yaoi hands, things that Datolite could neither explain nor glean from observation. She was starting to realize there was so much she had yet to discover, and if she was going to lord it over the rest of her team that she was in fact the smartest lieutenant at Argent Industries, then she needed to start doing her homework.
Still, the matter wasn’t important enough to merit being prompt, or really even being all that attentive, and so she found herself ushered in just before the speakers started, sipping at the dregs of an energy drink and tapping away at a game on her civilian phone. She barely glanced up at edgy dog man and his ‘we’re better than you’ spiel, but she did spare a curious stare at the petal lady, who was one of the monsters and yet...speaking. Doing magic. Interesting.
By the time the general spoke, Datolite put her phone down, leaning forward. She’d been under the impression that the monsters were just rogue, that they were more a grenade to be tossed than anything requiring finesse--but even the feral youma stilled under Moonstone’s command, and the humanoid one sat in silent reprieve. So they could be stilled, controlled. Bonded with, like familiars. Very interesting. Datolite had thoughts about that, clever thoughts, and she smiled to herself until Moonstone was done speaking.
She waved at Vitriol when the other half-youma dog took the stand, but otherwise was quiet through his discussion of the Rift. It wasn’t for lieutenants, and so she wasn’t interested. Likewise, the most interesting thing she got from the blonde general’s testimony was that youma were made, not born. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to go into the Rift at all, then--she could just find someone and twist them until they broke.
...that was a ******** thing to think about, wasn’t it? But it would still be easier than going into the Rift. Datolite shelved the idea for now.
Datolite started to drift back to her phone when a general in green began to speak, but there was so much going on with the woman’s ramble that she had no choice but to pay attention, just so she could keep up. The material was dense--history, psychology, social ethics...art? There were layers to the metaphor describing youma, and for once Datolite wasn’t sure that she was really getting everything. She accepted the cup in silence, tracing her fingers across the melted gold fractures, wondering if other people could see the ways she was broken.
She shelved that thought too, holding the cup gingerly in her hands as she approached the youma who had spoken the most about control. The one with the youma at her side, Moonstone. When she had a moment to make eye contact and space to breathe between the chatter, she raised her hand and waited passively for a turn to be addressed.
“Hi, you talked about calling a youma and controlling it, but...how does that work? Is it just a verbal command, or do you have to condition them? Is that...weird, with the humanoid ones? What’s the difference between the command and a bond, and how do you initiate it?”
Datolite probably only had the spoons to talk once or twice, so she figured she’d get her money’s worth with the time.Syrie hi can I have a uhhhhhhhhhh youma bond
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2019 7:48 pm
Captain NissoniteIt was a most peculiar and unexpected response to something as benign as his mere presence and the smile slipped from the captain's face as he looked between the general and eternal as he sank down into the chair he'd been standing beside a moment before. He wondered perhaps if he'd walked into an important and private conversation, but this was a seminar and the floor had been opened to questions and talking. Admittedly Niss didn't have a question, but that shouldn't have mattered. The growl had left him stopping short a step farther back than he'd intended. It was startling but mostly because of the goosebumps it'd raised along his skin, and he recalled rather vividly the way that growl had felt against his back... He cleared his throat, hands smoothing along the black shirt tucked into his uniform pants as he wet his lips and finally did take that lest step forward. "Nice to meet you," he offered down to Kamacite as he was introduced, then looked back up again, head tilting slightly. "I don't mean to interrupt, there just aren't that many familiar faces here." Really only the two, and Jet had considerably more agents milling around him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2019 8:22 am
Corrupted Super Gadolinite
A stray strand of black hair had fallen across Gadolinite's forehead. He brushed it aside, still frowning slightly, though he said, "I have not seen much youma. It vas good to learn a little about them, though as you have said, senshi cannot have youma of their own, anyway."
He was part of the Negaverse, though he was still somehow less than the rest of them simply because of what he was. Jet seemed not to care...much, or maybe he was just really good at hiding it, and Gadolinite was a loyal recruit, at the very least. He did what was asked of him and he gathered energy as well as anyone could expect.
Mostly. When his mind was not occupied by the presence of a certain someone.
Gadolinite gave a nod. "I vill not go in," he said in mild agreement. "There is no point for me."
Aquamarine was looking at him with daggers in his eyes. It was not an entirely unfamiliar look, either from the Captain himself or really just in general, all things considered. Gadolinite, for whatever reason, had somehow garnered people who would glare at him, though at least Lev had once looked at him nicely. Aquamarine never had, probably because of what he was, or maybe he just didn't like him.
Gadolinite refrained from a sarcastic remark, if only because he didn't get a chance.
"Do you have youma, then?" he asked instead, glancing at the blond.
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2019 8:44 am
General Wolfeite
Wolfeite's ragged appearance had been something of a problem at late. It seemed more and more that he was caring less and less about his appearance, which was half true, and yet he would need to look less like he'd just walked out of the Rift (even if he had) and more like a distinguished general in order to serve his purposes.
But that was a thought for another time. At present, his attention was focused on the fact that Kamacite seemed to be melting into his seat in a sunset colored puddle. Nissonite's presence wasn't unwarranted in a place like this; Wolfeite let his gaze flicker over the other man's face, hand still resting on Kamacite's shoulder.
"You are not interrupting," he said. The ears atop his head were still pointed upwards, tone light. There was no rebuke given to Kamacite for his slumping further down, but he did tap a clawed finger against his shoulder; less a rebuke, more a reminder that Wolfeite was there to be the barrier between him and anyone else if necessary. He was not a caring person, but that did not change the fact that Kamacite was his recruit - his most promising and his first - and he was simultaneously possessive and protective of things important to him.
Or his cause. Or his plans.
Wolfeite said lightly, "What did you think of the seminar?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 1:40 pm
It was weird, sitting there with Xenotime, like maybe they were at a movie theater. But they didn't come for a movie, they came for a presentation — about youma. Ochre knew what youma were, he knew for years now, and for that reason never wanted to know anything else about them. He already knew enough: that they were broken people who couldn't come back together.
And now, as he looked at the stage, holding Xenotime's hand, he realized that there were people in the process of breaking. For most he knew of, it happened all at once. One minute a girl was a girl, and in the next minute, she was a tree monster. It was like ripping off a band-aid.
But now there were people stuck in some weird kind of half-life. People who weren't completely monster, but weren't completely people. They weren't recyclable like youma, who were just unsettling caricatures of what youma used to be, but they weren't normal either. One of them said they were cursed, but Ochre doubted that. He'd never seen a senshi in that twilight state, and Ochre figured that Negaverse senshi would be seen as traitors to this Moon Queen and punished the most. But as he looked around the room and took a mental count of senshi — mostly in the back, weirdly enough — all of them looked fine. Well, hole in head and chest aside.
Schörl said something something trauma in a way that Ochre struggled to follow. He squeezed Xenotime's hand. Did traumas turn people into monsters? When doing what Benitoite did and corrupting someone into a youma, that sounded like a trauma. But eating starseeds? That's not really a physical trauma, but a mental one, so that checked out. Someone else said merging, and as Ochre thought about it, sharing his body with something else sounded pretty emotionally traumatizing. So maybe they were all trauma victims.
But that didn't really put them on an even level with everyone else, Ochre thought. War vets were respected, and given all this stuff for their service, but a lot of them were trauma victims too. The ones who could still do the war thing sometimes went back out and fought, but the others weren't going back after someone blew their legs off. Sometimes they saw things they couldn't let go of and that was enough. They were people, but they shouldn't be pushed back out there again.
So maybe, these parahumans, their existence was like never ripping off the band-aid, but instead picking around it and inside of it. Worrying the scab into a bleeding sore again and again, and nobody knew about it because the band-aid was still on top. Eventually it'd get infected. Maybe it'd turn gangrenous. Then, all at once, the band-aid and the skin would come off and people would see them for what they were. It wouldn't be pretty, living like that. Maybe youma hated senshi because senshi saw them for the tragedies they are? Or it was some kind of huge generalization from hating the Moon Queen. Speculating on it was too hard.
Especially when this place just felt exhausting. "Should we go now?" He hoped Vanth or Xenotime would say yes, instead of asking questions like the rest of them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 3:27 pm
General Jet
”Who said I was going into the Rift?” Jet asked, although instead of looking towards either Aquamarine or Gadolinite, he was looking instead where Moonstone had summoned Wasgo. He could only hope to get a youma that seemed to be as powerful as hers.
It was only when Gadolinite asked Aquamarine if he had a youma that Jet turned to look at the both of them. Aquamarine? With a youma? Hell would be more likely to freeze over first. Aqua wanted as little to do with the Negaverse as possible, and the fact that he was even there was surprising.
“Think everyone’s asked all the questions they had?” Jet asked instead of making a comment about Aqua’s lack of youma. Or lack of interest. “Looks like people are starting to leave. We shouldn’t stick around too much longer if everyone else is going,” he suggested, hoping to maybe have a good excuse to have Aquamarine go home while he try to find Moonstone to talk to her about her personal youma.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 3:39 pm
Eternal Kamacite
The tap on his shoulder had Kamacite stopping before he could puddle all the way down and onto the floor, where he intended on making his escape. Instead, he reluctantly pushed himself back up in his chair, but kept his head down so as not to draw too much attention to himself.
Although… he supposed slumping down like he had was enough to grab anyone’s attention.
He groaned out loud and hid his still red face in his hands, little cup left in his lap.
How mad would you be if I teleported away?
He wouldn’t do that. It was a thought though. Not that there was anything wrong with Nissonite. He seemed to be nice enough. For a negaverse officer. At least he was respectful of his General.
Luckily for him, Nissonite was asked a question, which meant Kamacite could continue to hide behind his robe covered hands.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 9:36 pm
"Whatever you want, gorgeous." He arched again into her clawed hand, jet engine going full bore; offering up a alias was mostly for her benefit anyway. She'd seemed unsure whether or not giving him her name was a good idea, so Peridot had been the best middle ground the Mauvian's clever, quick mind could come up with, but if Tanzanite was fine with letting the cat out of the bag - so to speak - then that was all Fancy Feast Gravy Lover's to him.
She did an owlish hard blink, which he figured was a sort-of wink, but for dames that were kinda...not right anymore. "Peri, you're amazin'. I'm just sayin' - a pure de-light." He would happily edit any entries in the Negaverse databases she wanted, should she discover them, with information of her choosing. It was kind of his job to do such things, being a Mauvian - granted, Laurels might not have been pleased with him changing all the Great and Glorious bits about The General Queen Tanzanite...buuuuut. If the woman herself wanted it? Tiberius could hack it.
Literally, if need be.
"Oh, that one's easy. I belong with that glorious general in green, Schörl. She's also in charge of a buncha the others too, like that lemon eternal and the general that set this whole thing up." Tiberius moved so that he could rub the entirety of his extremely soft body against her legs, winding round and round because it pleased him and he knew it would also please her. "How'd you like to be mine too, gorgeous? I think I'd like to keep you, you smell like a good time." Tiberius' whiskers shifted forward as his mouth dropped open into the flehmen position to better taste Tanzanite. Maybe it was weird to tell someone they smelled like a good time, but he was a Mauvian and it was the truth.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 9:59 pm
Aue watched Benitoite's ruffled response, staying seated and silent as the general came toward him. Offended. Angry. This is fine, but will he have means to refute what I say? Breaking protocol and accidentally stumbling onto how to youma your own underlings really wasn't a valuable lesson to teach save as a 'don't do this' sort of thing. But Benitoite hadn't put it forth in that manner, had seemed to only hand out contradictions, and Aue refused to accept these things without addressing the discrepancies.
When Benitoite stopped before him, Aue stood because he was being addressed directly and it was good form to do so. None of the general's rhetoric required an answer, so the eternal simply stood at a military parade rest, expression schooled to a sort of bland attentiveness.
Although general Benitoite spoke of claims that the information had been placed there post his carelessness, he provided no evidence, and offered only bluster and threats. Empty ones, for all that Aue was affording the man respect they were equals according to the ranks of the Negaverse. He owed the other nothing but contempt if he so wished it - and he did, but Aue's wishes meant nothing at all against that of his commanding officer. Were he to besmirch Schörl's name, to bring dishonour to her team, the punishment would be severe. It was for this reason that the eternal of lemons set his mouth jaw and kept his temper, that he merely narrowed his eyes and furrowed thick brows at Benitoite's bluster.
"I will confirm the validity of this information after General Faustite's seminar, thank you." Those that knew the Finn would recognize the way his vowels went round and the r's were rolled slightly more than usual as a sign of annoyance, of stress. Aue would return to his seat after giving the other brunet a curt nod and turning his attention back to other discussions.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2019 10:37 pm
Tanzanite was absolutely enchanted. It wasn't often that someone as not quite right as her got to be enchanted, so she went with it, sitting back on her heels and not bothering to hide that delight from showing on face. Or the three-quarters of a face she had left, at least. She looked over at the General he spoke of, taking the woman in with clear curiosity, and furrowed her brow a bit as a result. There were Generals – ******** Generals – that she did not know. There were many new things about the Negaverse that had not yet settled in her mind, and the sheer number of officers was a close second behind the rather intimate relationship they now had with youma. She remained uncertain of how she felt about both. The Mauvian's words did not seem to bother her as she raked her claws from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, winding it around her finger with an ever-widening grin as he spoke. For being the one and only Tanzanite, she seemed almost entirely harmless. Doubly so, when dealing with the softest agent in the Negaverse. “ As much as I would love to be yours,” she scratched beneath his chin with one scaled knuckle, “ I'm afraid I already have a mistress of my own, and she isn't the sharing kind.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2019 12:27 pm
Vitriol could answer questions but it felt that not many people would ask about towns when they couldn't even have access to them. Its speech had been straightforward enough but if anyone did want to see it, it wouldn't mind at all. It just knew it wasn't that large of a speaker.
The rest of the information was gathered in its mind but otherwise it had mixed feelings about it. Feelings it didn't need to voice.
Leaving the stage, it passed by some of the youma and agents gathered and past the Mauvian streaming and recording equipment for those who didn't feel like attending physically. Considering its General would be busy, Vitriol decided to just wait and see if it was needed anymore before heading back.
As it moved, it did spoke Nubi and Mali and came over. "I didn't know you both would be attending. I hope it was worth the visit."
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2019 9:16 am
Corrupt Zubeneschamali
To his own surprise, Vivre had seen them first, and that annoyed glare 'Mali had throughout the seminar softened greatly.
"I didn't know you'd be speaking. Had I known, I would have told you beforehand that I was looking forward to it. You did very well up there." While they weren't exactly close, Mali did take this moment to pat Vivre's shoulder with a smile. The touch didn't linger though, not with too many people around. And especially not with some of the more obnoxious sounding generals still nearby. If anything, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
"Worth it... Hm... That's a good question. It was worth it atleast to see you up there speaking. Everything else... Alot of it means nothing to the Senshi, and I have no idea if what was said was fact, fiction, or ideals pushed out by those who want to smother any other thoughts, but it's best not to say too much here." Mali's voice grew quieter as he spoke his doubts, not wanting to draw too much attention. There were plenty of doubts in his mind, but none of them should be said here.
"Ah, but if you're not incredibly busy after this meeting, would you like to join 'Nubi and I for something to eat? That's what people do after these sorts of performances, eat and talk about them."
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