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Captain Bloodstone

A rescue mission in the Rift. If Bloodstone was asked, which he wasn’t, he would have suggested that maybe those who go into the Rift without being properly prepared or having enough people informed of where they were going deserved to be trapped there for however long it took for the youma to consume them. For all they knew, the Lieutenant was already half youma or more, since he was apparently still alive.

Bloodstone cast a glance in Carnallite’s direction, but at the moment there wasn’t really anything he could say that she didn’t already know. She knew they wouldn’t be able to teleport out of the Rift, knew that they had to cross through the Hall of Shadows to get there, and knew, as he was learning, that many of those that decided to show up were severely untrained and underprepared.

Still, it would be a good experience to venture into the Rift in a group. He was curious about the capabilities of their fellow Negaverse officers.



General Jet

It was a bit of a relief when Axinite was finally able to tell them what was going on with the mission. He didn’t like the idea that someone was potentially in the Rift alone, nor did he like that a lot of them would be risking their lives to find this person, but Axinite was right to call them in for a search instead of going through countless data that could prove useless.

Jet ignored Aquamarine and Seraphinite’s nagging at each other, and turned instead to where Rigel was standing with two other corrupted senshi.

“Try to keep an eye on the others if you can,” Jet said to Rigel, his voice lowered so as not to make it seem as though he didn’t trust anyone else, but these two corrupt senshi were new, and Aquamarine wasn’t exactly a fan. He glanced in the direction of the blond haired Cymophane to try and get Rigel to understand he meant him too, hopefully without alerting Aquamarine to the gesture.

“See if you can find out what magic the others have. You’re sharp about this stuff, so I’ll be counting on you to keep track of when to use what magic,” he told him.

With only fifteen minutes there wasn’t a lot of time for meet and greets, so he nodded to the two corrupts before turning back to Seraphinite and Aquamarine.

“Any supplies we might need we’ve already collected in our subspace pockets. Rope, extra water, food rations, a fire starter… basic camping gear,” he said to Seraphinite since Aquamarine obviously already knew what they had with them. “I don’t know what is in the supply lockers, but any additional first aid wouldn’t hurt.”

Now, if everyone else could focus on getting prepared, that would be great.





Corrupt Eternal Kamacite

Kamacite nodded to Cymophane when asked about the dangers of the Rift, but couldn’t bring himself to voice his concerns while he was also trying to keep himself settled. He really, really didn’t like the Rift, but if that was the mission then he would do his best to help.

Thankfully Cymophane’s presence was enough to keep him grounded and distracted from what was likely in store for all of them. Kamacite was almost still upset that his friend was part of the Negaverse, but really he was thankful he was no longer alone. And he planned on keeping Cymophane alive no matter what.

“You can hang out with me,” Kamacite said quietly, cringing a little as he caught sight of the General in question, standing beside the other blond General that he would very much like to stay away from.

“His boyfriend, or whatever he is, really doesn’t like me,” Kamacite admitted to Cymophane with a sigh. “I’m pretty sure he would leave everyone but General Jet for dead if he had the choice. Just… be careful around him.” Other than that, there wasn’t much else Kamacite could say on the subject.






Corrupted Sailor Taenite

Taenite listened attentively to Axinite’s spiel, trying really, really hard not to yawn during the middle of it. Not because it was boring, but because he’d already had four of those five hour energy shots that day and another would have been perfect at that moment.

“Here’s a question,” Taenite said as he waited for enough people to disburse from around Axinite to do whatever so his approach was as casual as possible. “When was the last time you drank any water? The dark circles clash with your hair, boss,” Taenite shook his head, his exasperated sigh lined with some amusement that he could easily explain away.

He pulled out a water bottle from his subspace pocket (because why have a subspace pocket if it’s not filled with useful things? And yes he’d already drank his stash of energy shots from it already) and held it out for the man.

Honestly, Taenite had been looking forward to venturing into the Rift, so he was ready to go when the rest of them were.

Lt. Peridot



Peridot turned to give the General-King the attention he was due when he spoke, the cheer and bubbliness giving way to calm and attention, the woman listening as she watched, befoire looking to Athenite calmly, giving the other woman's words weight as she considered.

"Peculiar, I think." Peridot finally answered, and frowned. "Files shouldn't just corrupt out of the blue. Not as far as I know..." Peridot narrowed her eyes, considering the sabotauge risk before deciding it might be, in fact, low, and then shook her head. "I'm afraid I've never been into the Rift. My patrols are usually city only. Hopefully this doesn't go poorly..." Still, Peridot was concerned. Was there a virus, or some magic element at play she didn't know? ...Ugh. Her husband was better at this smart thing, she already felt a headache threatening her. Too many variables, this case. Strange.

General Arsenopyrite
Arseno thought he was listening to Beni talk to him. He mentioned medical school being hard... and a break up... and suddenly he was being dragged over to meet what appeared to be two Corrupt Senshi and a chaos Mauvian. It seemed that Beni knew them. There was a gesture and the other General turned to him and then back to the others.

Arseno could feel his eyes getting heavy again. "...Arseno." He said, trying to introduce himself and failing to even get his whole name out. They were interrupted by the General-King's speech though and Arseno could just barely make out that they were going to find some felt in the rift. That was weird. Why were they looking for felt?

He took another swig of the drink that he had, the caffeine clearly not having kicked in yet. "Rift... going to be another adventure..." Looking for some type of cloth.





Super Corrupt Versailles
Versailles couldn't help but smile at her. She seemed to make the atmosphere a little more relaxed. He wasn't sure if it was from her nature or what, but it made being here a bit more enjoyable than usual.

Just a bit. He was sure that the longer she stayed though that the personality would be morphed and changed by the Chaos. It always was, even he could feel it himself. No one was innocent if they wanted to get out of this.

"Well, I appreciate the test." He replied, starting his own plate and making sure his now-longer hair wouldn't get in the way. "Good to know that you feel more comfortable now and things seem more familiar. Even though we're powered by Chaos, I feel like there's always a bit of order needed in our lives to make sense of it all." He said, giving her a wink at his own "joke".

He took a look around when she mentioned not meeting many others. "Well, I can't say the same for myself. Even if we're more organized than the Order, it doesn't mean we all know each other. Don't know if that's a good or a bad thing. We can recognize each other from our uniforms and auras so knowing isn't necessarily a necessity, but if any of us were to go rogue and cause problems and we didn't record those or we didn't know who was doing it, the we'll have problems we may not be able to deal with internally." There was a database of course where they could read the, often brief, notes on each other, but how helpful that was at actually getting to know other Agents, speaking to a potato probably would give them more information.

Lieutenant Spectrolite

She'd winced when one of the Generals spoke up to her, the one she belated realized Seraphinite had identified as Jet. Right. Better to be quiet and listen, actually use those manners that she did possess. Especially given the company...

But the actual core of the meeting was placed before them, and she fidgeted a bit where she stood. Someone was trapped in there? The idea that anyone could survive in there for a prolonged period marvelled her, and by the sounds of some of the chatter around her, she wasn't alone.

Her eyes glanced back to Seraphinite, waiting to see if he'd send her any particular instruction, or if she'd just have to sit on her hands for the moment now that plans were apparently starting to be laid out for preparations.

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Corrupt Sailor Lameia

Pleased at least that her cousin left their sides to... well, Lameia didn't care what she did, so long as she wasn't there. Her head tilted towards Nagyagite as he mentioned the General-King's soft reputation. A slender, blonde brow quirked up, and she paid particular attention to the powerful man as he delivered the further information about their mission.

A... rescue mission. In the Rift.

She wondered if this person the General-King was so worried about might become another half-youma. Jealousy burned in her gut, something she tried to ignore as she focused on the man whose arm she was wrapped around.

His concerns were genuine--her expression gentled. "...we don't need to join them, if you don't want to," she told him softly, keeping her voice low to remain between them, alone. "Yeah, I'm biased as hell about the place, but like... I'm way more biased about you, and I don't want anything to happen to you."

She was already pissed enough about a particular General, as it was, and wished she were stronger to exact some vengeance...

"But I'm totally here for seeing what happens when you're stronger," she added with a sly smirk, a wink playing on her features briefly. Did she care about whatever idiot was stuck out in the Rift? Nah. Would she say as much? Not currently, given the fact they were in the room with the General-King, and other higher-ranking officials. As it was, there was a part of her that cringed at the idea of it being Nagyagite stuck out there, and the feelings that evoked were just as annoying.

Pitty and concern for those outside her sphere of giving a s**t generally weren't her thing.

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Captain Carnotite

For a moment, Carnotite had been delighted by the youma. She was, without question, immediately reminded of a dog by his rather gentle behaviour. Something she'd not expected with the big reptile. Despite her earlier attempts to keep her lights on low, the orbs above her head grew a bit brighter, floating around with a sudden increase in energy. Not blinding--hopefully--but her joy was visible with the display.

That he crouched down was adorable, and she giggled to the sweet complement. "Why thank you," she beamed to him (Novus) reaching out a golden hand towards him, palm facing up like she might a canine. She resisted the urge to pat him like a dog--she wasn't familiar enough with his Captain to breach such a thing. Though towards him (Crocotite) she offered a bemused smile, closing her third eye to better see them both without electrical overlaps. "Perhaps, but he seems rather sweet. There's a number of recruits who could learn a thing or two from him, if they must insist on acting without tact nor social grace."

The interruption of an introduction had the half-youma needing to contain more laughter. Instead, she inclined her head to him, pointing a glimmering finger towards herself in turn. "Carnotite. It's lovely to meet you both." She of course spoke the latter part as she also nodded towards Crocotite.

Any further chatter was cut off, however, by a bit of a bumble and stumble.

Novus' tail knocking someone off their feet wasn't perhaps terribly surprising, given the size and strength of the creature. Her eyes widened slightly, a pale brow rising before furrowing at the snapping that came from the fallen agent. Carnotite rolled her eyes, a thing likely not visible amidst the high glow across the expanse of them... and then a Corrupt crashed into the woman on the ground.

The half-youma's expression couldn't have been more deadpan even if she wanted to attempt it. While Crocotite was being quite the gentleman, even offering to help one of the absentminded--or so far as the Captain herself viewed them--agents up, when the Lieutenant (Jadarite) scrambled up to her feet to snap towards him, she didn't even attempt to hide her distain. "Perhaps," she stated cooly, electricity crackling through her blonde locks, "you'd first consider learning how to be mindful of your own surroundings before you make any suggestions to a higher ranked agent. I fail to see how it is anyone else's fault you couldn't see a dinosaur in the room. Or..." Her voice paused, head tilting slightly as a brittle, too-sweet smile formed on her lips. "Maybe you need a stronger prescription?"

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"Indeed, you did warn me. We both should have seen how that whole thing was going to end. It was, looking back, rather predictable." At least in part. Maybe not the exact details but the general gist of it all was predictable. That had been a whole mess - he was glad it was over. He was glad no one needed to be burdened with the mess he'd created. "We're both learned to choose our allies wisely and to keep those we trust close...." To appreciate those they could trust and to let them know it. But to also watch their backs for unfriendly knives aimed for them. He had learned many things over time and that had been a lesson he'd never forget - he'd had it inked and scared into his skin.

"I'm well, learning how to live with one less person in my home. It's taken some time but I've gotten better at it." It just took time. It meant he might need a heavier blanket at bed and when curled up in the living room. It meant he walked about the city on his own most of the time. It meant a lot of changes but he'd managed.

"Checking the rift isn't such a bad thing. I used to spend a good deal of time there...I learned to read by the lights of the crystals down there." He didn't mention Bazzite who used to call it home, at least not just yet.

"We'll be safe down there." Leaning down to nuzzle at the top of the cats head. Katya would not be happy with him smelling like another Mauvian, she was possessive, but he figured she'd be even more displeased over missing this mission. The group here would be safe though - two generals and two corrupts...they were good.

Lellouch

"Aw... He thinks we're allies.." The senshi chimed, though her grin only seemed to grow more. Though, she did suppose Beni was one... There was certainly no shaking him. No matter what she did. "Trust is a fickle game Beni... I don't play that one anymore." She threw him a bored look. "Are you still in that massive place by yourself. Or have the plants taken it over at this point?? Whatever became of that teashop?" Lellouch sighed, brushing hair out of her face. "There's nothing wrong with living with fewer people... Less to get in the way. Less to worry about."

"I never had an issue with the rift.. Despite it's issues with me." She paused, thinking back to the last time she'd been there. "It's... certainly been a while."

Iolite

The mauvian chirped in pleasant surprise when Beni leaned down and eagerly returned the affection with a nuzzle of her own and a loud purr. Her ears twitched forward when Arseno reached around to let her sniff at him before he to showed some affection.

A girl could get use to this.

Corvusite

The taller corrupt scowled at the mention of med school. A sore topic after all these years. "Father use to mutter something about caffeine and various energy drinks. Never could keep his story straight though..." Though, for all his swearing by energy drinks and things, his father use to b***h and moan about how bad those things were for people. What was to be expected from a liar and a hypocrite though. "That was how he use to weed out people in the clinic though." He muttered bitterly. At least, from what he could remember.

"Was there anything else I should know?" He asked, mostly towards Benitoite then anyone else.

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Captain Bloodstone

Bloodstone looked around when asked if there was anyone he trusted there, but after taking a few moments to look, he shook his head.

"There aren't many I would necessarily say I trust," Bloodstone admitted, although it didn't help that most people stayed away from him since he had such a horribly angry looking face. "One woman, Reinerite. A General now I believe. She could be trusted. But she must be busy with other things to not be here," he decided.

He didn't know her extremely well, but she seemed to tolerate him well enough, and seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders.

"If we ever get a chance to meet her I will introduce you," he promised, knowing it was important to have connections. Not that Bloodstone had a lot of connections. He tended to inadvertently glare at too many people.


Corrupt Eternal Kamacite

Somehow, Cymophane's enthusiasm always seemed to surprise him. He knew he should be used to it by now, but it seemed to catch him off guard from time to time. It was rather endearing.

"We probably should not tag along with their group, no," Kamacite cringed at the thought of playing nice with General Blond b***h. He would rather eat licorice.

"Probably best to stick around General-King Axinite if he's going to accompany us into the Rift. I hate to admit it, but I don't think I could protect you if something horrible did find us."

He wanted to be able to protect Cymophane, but if they came across an incredibly strong youma or worse, well… It would be best to have backup.