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Corrupt Mauvian Obscura

Kiddo? Hmm, Obie would probably have to get used to that nickname popping up pretty often. It was just the first time she had been referenced in that way. 'Kitten' was more common, but again she hadn't met another Mauvian before. Only Agents, some nice, more of them silent solo figures. He seemed quite nice though, Obie had been a little concerned that the other Mauvians might not give her the time of day since she was so....peppy.

Tiberius himself seemed to have quite the big personality, so they would probably get along just fine. "None at all and not shy about it." If you didn't always say what you had on your mind, it meant you were hiding something. She always liked to be upfront with those she met. Hoping it would help to build trust in a faction full of mysterious individuals.

"I left the twins at home. I think they partied a little too hard for New Year's and are still recovering..." Lori knew how to party and even though she knew neither of them made it to the actual party, that wouldn't stop her fashion crazed partner from having a good time ringing in the New Year.

"I've met a few other agents. But I don't see any of them here, nor would I refer to them as 'my' people specifically...." She hadn't really made too many friends yet. "You know some Agents around here?" Maybe he had been accompanying someone as well. She's take any chance to meet someone new and hopefully learn a thing or two from them for her twins.

Corrupt Eternal Stillwaterite

Stillwaterite was just plain baffled. Her attention couldn't help but be torn between the now empty bottle she was holding, and the miasma that surrounded them, trapped them here, apparently, and drew others in. The collection of rapidly growing power signatures in the area was as fascinating as it was problematic. It had the potential for a spark to go off at any moment, as demonstrated by an Order senshi, which she noted Mintaka smoothed out, with increased magic. Finally, she snapped her attention to the group that had gathered, blinking once as she was addressed in particular.

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Acubens---I think. Perhaps under different circumstances, hm?" She returned, and nodded her head. "Yes, I'm Stillwaterite, but please, just call me Still." So much going on. A civilian was joining them, and that was interesting, but she couldn't help but give Mintaka a withering look as the woman threw her under the bus. "I can't take the credit for this one, Mintaka. The trip was your idea and you handed the bottle to me."

She was glad for all these people here though. It helped keep Aurostibite distracted, especially when one in particular showed up, and he moved to block his wife. Very curious. Still turned to Mintaka, brows knitting.

"Have you ever seen anything like this, before?"

Eurydike

Wandering into the mess of power signatures, warily, he realized that he saw at least one familiar face - and honestly, he might've beelined for Still if she hadn't been surrounded by negaverse officers and corrupts, his hackles raising subconsciously at the thought of the enemy anywhere near his friend. He tried not to stare too long, desperate not to get her into any s**t, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Seiryuu, " he half groaned as he all but stormed over, his hands already flailing because W H Y. "The ********?! What're you doin' here?! Did it catch you or - " did you ******** come dashing in with no sense of self-preservation because WHY was his life always full of people like that?!

Transcendent Eternal Encke

Encke brought his newly powered boyfriend to the park in hopes of showing him the ropes. Just a normal patrol. Maybe they'd run into a monster and Encke could show Richard that he was more physically powerful now. Not Richard. Basiluzzo. He could usually fairly easily swap between those two names, but something was weird about calling his love something not Arra or Richard or even love, because maybe he shouldn't hint that they were romantically involved while they were powered. Was that a thing he needed to worry about?

He hadn't ever had to think of these kinds of things before, and frankly, he was one hundred percent okay never thinking about them again, as much as he knew he wasn't about to be that lucky--

Encke noticed a powerful signature, and then another, and froze. Those powerful signatures were not ones that Basiluzzo was even remotely powerful enough to deal with. If it had just been Encke, he probably would have gone to confront them anyway, but he had Arra Basiluzzo with him, and he needed to consider someone else's safety for a change.

Not that he wasn't considering everyone else's safety all the time, but usually it was from the perspective of keeping them safe at home, not keeping them safe while they were alongside each other--

"Basi," offered Encke, warningly, "we may want to patrol elsewhere. If you feel that weight, it's because there are strong Chaos auras here. You aren't strong enough to take them."

The implication there was a bit overconfident in that it implied he could, but it was also intended that way so Basiluzzo didn't start worrying overmuch about him--

His thoughts suddenly cut when he realized that they were encased in some sort of black mist.

Along with several other people.

And the strong auras.

Well, s**t.

Mlinzi

Mel yawned and stretched before climbing out from his little napping spot in a back alley. He had spent a good few hours just playing around, or as he liked to call it, patrolling and had taken a break to scrounge up some food. After he had begged and ended up 'sharing' food with a few nice humans, primarily kids, he found a spot in a out of the way location to take a few minutes of shut eye. His nap lasted longer then he expected and by the time he woke up a giant energy signature had formed just a few blocks away.

It probably wasn't smart to go check it out but no one, seriously... no one, has ever called the guardian cat smart. So without even hesitating the large cat headed towards the strange energy signature, he only slowed his forward motion when he spotted the dark mist swirling around but by then it was too late. He was sucked right into the mist and found himself in a foggy park of some sort, a park that was colored totally wrong. Blue, purple, and black rather then the green and brown it should have been.

He could feel others around too! At least he wasn't alone in this strange little space. "Hallooooooo?" The cat called out as he started to head towards the others he could sense. "Anyone there?"




Lieutenant Strengite

One did not just stop their hunting just because a odd and powerful magical signature just appeared from nowhere several blocks away. She was currently busy draining a a*****e who thought her 'not interested' was code for 'your hot' or something equally stupid. He had pushed her past just ignoring him to contemplating killing him and the only reason his a** was just sleeping in the alley was because there were too many cops around right now. It was easier to explain a passed out 'date' then it was a dead body. So after a little bouncing between powered and not powered, to inform one of the bouncers from the club she had just left that her date passed out in the alley, she found yet another hidden spot to once more become Strengite.

With her once more powered, and actively focusing on the strange aura, the curvy lieutenant made her way towards the odd spot cautiously. She had been mixed up into several strange things over the past few months since she became an agent of the negaverse and she suspected that this might be more of the same. She had gotten some things out of the events so it wasn't all bad but it still made the pale haired woman weary of more shenanigans.

Unfortunately for her there was no 'go no closer' marker and before she even realized it the lieutenant was in the dark mist rather then standing outside it. "Crap," She made a face and cautiously made her way deeper into the recolored world of the mist, hoping to spot someone she knew... or someone she could use, which ever was more helpful at the current moment.

Giza

Dark, warm eyes flicked back to her as she yielded to investigation. He knew she'd have preferred to avoid it altogether, and honestly she was probably right to do so, but...it was more than just an idle curiosity, the page felt himself being drawn towards the disturbance in a why he had no words for. Much like a compulsion, but not quite so overwhelming. It began as an idle thought and grew. A niggling feeling that had evolved to an almost physical itch by the time she was taking his hand.

"I'll follow your lead once we're inside." She had vastly more experience than he did. It would be foolish of him not to take advantage of everything she'd already learned about this strange war and those who fought in it.

Her fingers were cool as she tied one of her bells to his wrist and he wondered idly, briefly, what happened to it when the both of them shed these powered guises at the end of the night. Would it remain when he was Giza again, or would it return to the braid she'd removed it from? He'd find out in due time, but there were of course more pressing matters, and even his curious attention couldn't linger on hypotheticals for more than a moment before returning inexorably back to the miasma hanging over the park.

It was dangerous, he knew that, and she was still willing to accompany him. It made him smile, and he turned his hand to catch her's so he could draw her in close enough to brush lips over the curve of her cheek, murmuring a soft شكرا جزيلا in her ear. The he was adjusting his grip to lace his fingers with her's so they walked forward, into the darkness, hand in hand.

Corrupt Mab of Spindles

Unconcerned with the milling throng of bodies as long as they were unconcerned with her, Mab pulled a make-up bag from subspace and began adding to what the glamour magic gave her. It was nice, but it didn't...pop, and Shea refused to be a 'plain Jane' under any circumstances if it could be avoided.

As Mab applied the finishing touches to her lipstick, another corrupt came to make their presence known in a very clumsy, bumbling, just-out-of-grammar-school manner. Oh how utterly precious, do they want to make nice? The corrupt of spindles checked her teeth for lipstick with the mirror of the compact before returning it to her make-up bag and banishing the entire kit back into subspace.

Only then did Mab bother to give the other corrupt a once-over, mouth drawn into a vapid curve. "Oh goodness, did we?" There was something about this other senshi's manner and tone that grated unpleasantly, so Mab tossed on her queen persona, southern belle accent and all. Is he just young? Stupid? Or does he just not know how to talk to people?

"Ah, Versailles. Like the city in France, or the palace there then? How interesting." Despite the southern accent affected previously, this the corrupt of spindles spoke in the clipped, posh tones of every British villain in cinematic history. The offered hand was mostly ignored to shake, though she did offer her hand as a lady would, watching the other corrupt through thick lashes to see how they would react.

That they'd not met many senshi at a basic level was interesting - no team? No trainer? So, Aue hadn't been lying when he'd said that the Negaverse didn't always train it's recruits so well and that Mab, Lalande, and Cursa had been quite lucky indeed with their superior officers.

Fascinating.

The previous accent slid smoothly back into place, along with the vapid mask, "Well, you certainly have now, haven't you?"