General Painite looked at Cavansite as she approached, grinning ear to ear. The expression that flashed across the Captain's face was all too clear. Worry. Confusion. A little jealousy?
The handsome man standing next to Painite looked at Cavansite as well, did not register anything particularly special or strong about her, and looked away without any interest.
She started speaking to Painite, but Crocoite did not bother to check into the conversation now. His attention was on the rest of the crowd, hoping to find something more interesting to invest his time in.
Painite opted not to say anything to calm her lovely minion's nerves, though she did feel a wealth of pride burning in her chest as she took in Cavansite's upgrade to Captain. Such a lovely creature, and with so much potential. More than that, though, Cavansite managed to reach a part of Painite no one had in a very long time. And that was not something the general would forget any time soon. Cavansite would always be special.
Reaching her hand out, Painite took Cavansite's hand in hers and held on to it with a loving look on her face. She didn't say anything, though, winking and tugging her favorite soldier closer to her while Crocoite, rolling his eyes, wandered a bit further away.
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 12:05 pm
Lieutenant Natrolite
Xenotime was never freaking happy with him, but this wasn't anything new. Even when he was kind of half a** trying she was on his case. Like a nag, he had come to realize that joining this bullshit team was the equivalent of being married. Married to Xenotime and while the night benefits were great, the day to day made him like every normal husband in the world want to blow his ******** head off.
Natrolite smiled , the likes of a bit off, crooked little feature.
Natrolite went with the pull without so much as a snort in protest, settling at side. Bending a bit as the hissing continued from the small woman, unable to help a smartass comment, though it was whispered, "boss least m'ah witty fool and not'ah foolish wit, rite? Tha's gotta make ya look pretty damn gud I'd lyke ta think." A soft chuckle rose from stomach but he zipped lips after. Noticing the look of his general was actually directed past he turned. Looking over another man ( Obsidian ) rather unimpressed but giving the guy a wink since he seemed to be staring so intently.
Turning back to Xe he lifted a brow, now taking full notice of the other woman (Marcasite ), "well boss, how bout an introduction?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 1:26 pm
Lieutenant Prehnite
It had been rather shocking to be woken by Metallias voice in his head, he would have preferred to get at least one decent nights sleep. He'd been slow getting here, and now it seemed he was late to the party. Eying the already gathered groups, and glad Metallia hadn't made a show of herself yet, that would have been even more embarrassing.
He thought he could pick out a few recognizable faces from the crowd, while noting that still others were missing. He couldn't help but wonder where Rikterite was..where he had been. He hadn't heard from the man since the night club..Nor pigtails since the hellscape battle against the Senshi and the General Queens rescue.
He wondered if either of them would show. If there would be any word on how Laurelite was doing. He hadn't hadn't heard so much as a rumor about her welfare after Cinnabar whisked her away to receive Metallias aid.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 1:37 pm
General Obsidian
His brows arched slowly as he was given sass back in spades, unable to hide a grin of utter mirth. Ohh, he did like them feisty. Not too feisty, but just enough! "I'd find a way to make them fit. And rock them.' He said seriously, "And then I'd demand you take me to the ******** all the other girls. He'd be the prettiest one there.
The lieutenant and his protective general both earned a thoughtful little hum in the back of his throat, and he made certain to lock eyes with Xenotine. 'Control your pet', he seemed to say, 'or I'll put him down for you'.
As his own lieutenant materialized in an instant, Obsidian felt no small amount of pride at how quickly Angelite controlled her surprise at seeing so many others and immediately began assessing the situation. "I needed some sugar, so I brought some." He confessed to the woman without batting an eye, though he bared his teeth at her in a grin at the next statement. "I know, right? It's like I've been out of commission for an unprecedented amount of time and had absolutely no idea."
He ducked closer to her, his lips ghosting against her ear to ensure that no one else would overhear them. "You see? Weakness in the ranks. We can't find enough of our own, so we're forced to take from the enemy? Shame." The redhead straightened smoothly once more, his tongue clicking thoughtfully against his teeth. "We've been summoned by Metallia herself. Stay sharp. If you get yourself killed, I'll be displeased."
And if he got himself killed? Well, it had to happen sooner or later.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 2:11 pm
Lieutenant Marcasite
Xenotime's presence was comforting, to a degree, but that was before she realized that her general's attention was on the redhead (Obsidian) and her happy grin promptly turned into a frown. Well, so much for slipping away and not drawing too much of the man's attention to her.
Oh well, at least it was very unlikely that he'd do anything to her. Not with it being Metallia that called for them. So that was comforting.
Sorta.
Not really.
Not with Natrolite being well, himself, from the quick read she'd gotten from him. He looked like trouble, both the fun kind and the kind that probably needed to be avoided. Marce wasn't sure which yet. Of course, she was distracted by the general stare off and couldn't help but look at Obsidian with raise brows, a strained smile and pathetic wave.
She averted her gaze quickly, choosing instead to look at the lieutenant on Xenotime's other side. At him she shined her pearly whites and stuck out a gloved hand. "Lieutenant Marcasite."
There was the warmth of a signature at her back, brushing against her inner senses, though the owner of it was silent. A glance over her shoulder confirmed the presence of the intense little one she'd met a couple of times now, blue eyes a stark contrast to her richly colored skin. Noctua had never been a big talker, and considering how much she had seemed to not know, a meeting like this was probably strange.
"Noctua." She greeted her softly, before turning her attention out to the crowd again.
The feel of eyes, not unexpected in a gathering where she was still an oddity, pulled her around till she caught the gaze of a lieutenant, standing with a red haired general, by the feel of him. Red-black eyes caught blue before Cinnabar gave her a once over and a decidedly fanged smile. She didn't know the pair, but there were a lot of people here she didn't know.
Her attention slid away after a moment, searching out instead a head of brown curls next to one of blonde.
"Jet!" She called over the crowd as she lifted her head. She waved him over, her expression warming for one of her own. "Aquamarine. Come here, I want you to meet some people."
Gatherings were a good place to network... and there were three women here that her captain could meet. And four people that her silent shadow could, people who could help expand her knowledge of her role in the Negaverse.
She smirked at his response, knowing full well the struggle the man had gone through, losing his memory. Well, maybe a little of the struggle - the issue had cost her a dime or two from her wallet, after all.
In truth, she was certainly glad to be near him during this...whatever it was they were about to endure. This new scene was entirely too fresh, too different for her to be wandering by herself, so she would remain contently by her General's side and doing what she did best: talking.
The beautiful monster woman in red and black was quick to show her just what was lurking within that voluptuous smile of hers - Angelite smiled back, quite impressed. Were these one of those youma creatures he'd spoken of, before?
One elbow nudged out to bump into Obsidian's side as she softly commented, gesturing in Cinnabar's direction. "I like that one. Maybe your addled brain can remember someone with horns and a tail?"
But he was distracted, it seemed, with a little girl nearby with teal hair and a simple looking fuku. Angelite had missed the interaction the duo had exchanged moments before her entrance, but she clearly wasn't missing his interest now.
Hands fell to her hips as the smirk moved to spread across her face, the grin nearly ear to ear. "Girlfriend's a little young for you, isn't she?"
The more she gazed around the room, the more evident it became that most of the participants were painfully much younger than she was. Who was running this circus? Enlisting children to conquer the world?
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 3:58 pm
Corrupt Eternal Chrysocolla
If she was less tactful (and to be fair, she regularly was), Chrysocolla might have walked away then and there, but she felt bad for Makemake. The girl didn't have anyone by her, and that was just saddening, really. She smiled back meekly, seemingly unaffected by the other Corrupt's bratty tone.
"Makemake...? That's a really pretty name, actually! I'm jealous...I had to choose this one. Mine used to be Warhol."
This was a first for Amethyst ever since he joined the Negaverse. A compulsion that came from Metallia herself requiring him to drop whatever he was doing and immediately head to the Castle in the Rift. Teleporting to the Castle and finding himself suddenly among those who were already there before him, he took a moment to size up the crowd and seek out the familiar faces of those who were known to him.
Stibnite was spotted easily with her teal hair and uniform. That man beside her... was that Leucite? It was hard to pick out their auras among the many that were in the same place but unless Amethyst was terribly mistaken, the change to Leucite's uniform since the last time they saw each other could only mean one thing - a promotion.
Congratulatory words were in order he supposed, both as a fellow officer and as a friend whom he looked upon fondly as a brother, but that would have to wait till another time after he had taken care of his own problem. He couldn't risk having someone who had known him for a while pick up on the signs that things weren't all quite well with him as of late. Leucite had Stibnite to keep him busy for a long time to come and he was going to count on that to keep him off his back for a bit while he sorted himself out.
Quickly looking away lest he accidentally made eye contact with either Leucite or Stibnite, he located Xenotime and immediately started towards her. "General." He greeted, polite as ever with his head lowered slightly before turning to introduce himself to the two Lieutenants who were part of the group. "Captain Amethyst. You are?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 4:21 pm
General Xenotime
There was something altogether challenging in the petite general's answering stare. Certainly no fear or intimidation. If he touched what belonged to her, there would be consequences, it was as simple as that. Ideally though, she'd prefer not to pick a fight with another general over the death of what was, quite frankly, a worthless agent. Natrolite was on death's door step as it was, dangling by the last frayed thread of Xenotime's patience. One more ******** up, large or small, and she would take care of the problem herself. But that was her right, because his life was her's for the taking. She had made him, and she would just as easily unmake him.
This little exchange did not, however, distract completely from the subtle shift's in the blonde beside her. Even as she dug her fingers painfully into Natrolite's arm for his continued sass, she was lifting a curious look to Marcasite, brows arching curiously as she followed the other girl's gaze right back to the redheaded general.
How had both her lieutenants found themselves tangled in his attention?
Drawing in a breath, Xenotime tightened the arm around Marcasite's waist, fingertips smoothing over her hip as she introduced herself to Natrolite. "She is the sort of agent you should strive to become, Natrolite." And again, there was a warning in her voice. A dark, unhappy little purr that promised a world of pain if put so much as one toe out of line.
"Marce darling, this is Lieutenant Natrolite. He is a golden example of the sort of habits you should avoid." Not that Marcasite needed any such reminders. She was a model soldier.
"Amethyst." He'd just walked up to join them, and she gave him a pleased little smile at his respectful greeting.
A face in the crowd temporarily drew her attention from the three that were standing around her. "Prehnite, you look lost." It was the helpful lieutenant from the battle against the invading forces. She'd wondered if he'd made it out of that unscathed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:51 pm
Captain Sanidine
Being surrounded by a room full of Negaverse agents made Sanidine realize just how few of them he actually knew. Some of it was his own fault. There were probably a hell of a lot of things he could have done to be more involved and get to know them, but for the most part he'd only been involved in the Negaverse when it was for his own self-gain. He liked the extra power, the extra strength. The ability to be more than normal.
Except, being surrounded by so many agents made him feel…
Off.
Of course, it was also heavily likely it was his own guilt and nitpicking at the mistake sitting on his feet. Sanidine stood, arms crossed over his chest and fairly out of the way; it was difficult to separate him from his personal youma, so the fluffy black creature was perched, atop his boost as best he could manage. But Evan was not a small youma, so it very much felt like some elementary school student had decided his feet made a great seat.
But Sanidine didn't attempt to move him; instead he let the mass of black fur and large golden eyes sit on him, and pretended like he didn't see when the youma wrung his hands nervously, or when he looked up at him expectantly—worriedly.
Outwardly, Sanidine didn't seem to be making much of an effort to reassure the youma; he moved his knee just a bit to prod at the youma's shoulder and though it wasn't much, the youma seemed to understand the gesture was deliberate. He relaxed, momentarily, but his youma had the stupidest fear of Negaverse agents. After all he'd been through, Sanidine supposed he couldn’t blame him.
But being surrounded by the Negaverse wasn't the worst part of it—it was not knowing why they were there. He kept a stony gaze that hid his nervousness. He had a guilty mind and paranoia told him that he'd be found out any moment now. He wore a carefully constructed mask and in that moment was glad that he didn't know anyone here well enough that they could have seen through it.
He just wanted to know whatever it was they'd been called there for—and he wanted to get out. The Castle didn't exactly bring back great memories—especially since the Negaverse Queen had exploded in here. But they'd done a good job with repairs; if you hadn't been there, you might not even be able to tell that she'd died just over where they were standing.
Sanidine's lips pressed a little tighter; he did his best not to look at anyone directly, but he couldn’t help but let his eyes slide across the crowd. The last time he'd seen so many agents, they'd been fighting off hoards of intruders. It was logical to assume this had something to do with that, and he half expected to be berated for not trying harder.
But he didn't really care about that. All he cared about was using the resources the Negaverse had—finding out all he could on the youma, and lying low.
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 6:54 pm
General Ascendant Alkaid
The noise low in Obsidian's throat - a purr? - was not missed by the shattered senshi and, despite her best efforts, an amused smile spread across her cracked lips as she spoke. It had been a long time since she had seen the General, she realized.
"A few," she responded, as her bright eyes swung to meet his, "and a few things you've never dreamed of."
The pale woman laughed under her breath and turned her head to take in the sight of the gathering crowd behind them. It took no time at all for her amber eyes to meet their golden counterpart, drawn to them as always, if briefly. She turned her head back just as he moved on from her, content to remain where she was next to the wild General and his.. friends.
She didn't need to mingle or meet people, not when she knew why she was really here.
So, a big meeting. That was cool and all. Great chance to rub elbows with all the Negaverse guys, see about revenge, see his buddy the general, maybe get an in with this Metallia. Couldn't really hurt to brown nose the boss lady a little, right? So it was all good. His schedule just happened to free up, so it was really no big deal.
(He was just going to watch Fuller House again anyway.)
"Boss-maaaaaan~" he greeted warmly, saluting the general and then sidling up to him, judging him in the side with an elbow and waggling brows. "Man, this is no joke, huh? I haven't seen people this excited since that new Batman and Superman ******** came out." He paused, staring off for a moment as he added, "Oooor that disappointed... but hey, sure that won't happen here, right?"
His gaze fell to Hydra, and he shot her an enthusiastic grin and a wave - only to finally get a good look at her, and uhm, to be fair, he'd never really had much of a chance to look at corrupt senshi all that much, but - "Uhm. There's a hole in your chest. - there's holes in you." There was an awkwardly long pause. "Are you okay? You might want to get that checked out?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 7:27 pm
Sailor Amphitrite, Corrupt Super of Shells
Things had been... trying for Amphitrite lately, to put it lightly. Or perhaps exhausting was the better word? The nightmares had only grown worse since her second captivity, and the knowledge that she hadn't been able to help when the Order had invaded the rift was - god she just wished she knew whether or not Laurelite was okay. Her sister, yes, was in one piece, promoted and now technically more powerful than her. It was something that brought her great pride and an ounce of shame all at once. Pride in her sister, shame in herself for being deemed as of yet incapable of more.
Maybe because she had been taken captive in the first place? - even if she had freed herself, given nothing, perhaps they still viewed it as a weakness, a blemish on someone who might have shown some real potential. Two times? How pathetic...
Her efforts to win Ax over, bit by bit, had served as a fitting distraction from everything else - and maybe helped a touch with the heavy, aching loneliness that had pervaded her since her return from captivity. For all her efforts for a team, to make herself essential to the Negaverse, she had gone on relatively isolated since then. Not that she'd told her sister that. She wanted to remain someone she could be proud of, look up to even if she'd surpassed her.
Harder. She just had to try harder. Be stronger.
Speaking of strength. It was only fitting, then, that she found herself drawn to the epitome of power and grace when it came to corrupts in the Negaverse; it stood to reason that Alkaid would appear, and she was every bit as regal as Amphitrite remembered.
She acknowledged the others, people she did not know, with a smile and a nod. But in particular, "General Alkaid, " and there was no denying the respect and admiration in her tone. "It has been awhile. How are you?"
He did not recognize the agent in green, though he knew there was some sort of connection to Labyrinthite, Wolfeite's eyes flickering briefly over him. The impatience was chasing its way through his veins, but he tamped down on it, running his tongue absently over the sharpened ends of his canines.
Standing still felt impossible. His hands twitched in the black gloves, tail switching back and forth in slow, rhythmic motions. Wolfeite's gaze cut to Labyrinthite as he spoke, eyes darkening, teeth gritting together against the onslaught of comments he had inside of his head, but chose not to expound upon.
"I don't want to just stand here," he hissed through his teeth. "Let's get on, then."
The offer was, of course, heavily laden, and beneath the kerchief, a snarling sneer shifted across his dark face, tamped down a moment later as his eyes fell upon Sanidine a short distance away. The Captain had brought his youma once more, and Wolfeite let his gaze rest upon it briefly before golden eyes rose to Sanidine's, expression narrowed and only partially visible.
The one Labyrinthite was chastising, however, was unfamiliar; a smaller, shorter woman with cropped hair dressed in browns. Wolfeite took a moment to look at her, then turned away, trying to see who else was in the vast hall.