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Corrupt Eternal Kamacite

Kamacite remained close but didn’t feel the need to defend himself on whether or not he was capable of functioning with an injury. If he wasn’t, then he’d die and Aquamarine would have the privilege of saying he was right.

He was still a bit bitter about being shoved in front of that monster, and then treated poorly after trying to help Aquamarine after. However, Aquamarine didn’t seem to be looking for a fight, so Kamacite kept his head down.

But Kamacite didn’t have any intention of dying, much less in the Rift. His arms were already scarred from various encounters with enemies and youma. They were just a shield.

He also didn’t comment on Faustite’s reminder that he’d been in the Rift for two years. It had been a long two years for Kamacite, but it hadn’t seemed like any time passed at all for Faustite. Kamacite wasn’t sure which of the two were better off for it. Overall, they were equally s**t scenarios, but it all worked out because Faustite came back, and Kamacite was too stubborn to give up.

“I’ll make sure he comes back,” Kamacite finally said in response to Aquamarine’s comment about Faustite going missing. Living in the Rift or not, Kamacite wasn’t going to lose his friend again.

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General Jet

Jet looked from Aquamarine to Faustite, although there wasn’t much reason for him to pay attention to Kamacite so he left the Eternal alone. “Three hours?” he asked, sounding rather incredulous at the statement. Either Faustute had an idea of where the others were, or he was overestimating his abilities.

“Fine,” Jet agreed, and then took a few moments to stare at the ground as if in thought. “Arles says there hasn’t been any movement to be concerned about. You should be clear. For now,” he said once he received confirmation from his youma.

“Be careful,” he said after another moment, looking at Faustite and then Kamacite with his awkwardly wrapped arm. “We’ll keep the others safe while you’re gone. Let’s bring everyone home that we can.” While Aquamarine was right, Jet didn’t want there to be any more casualties.

Lieutenant Roselite

Roselite’s smile grew at the hand on his shoulder, though he flushed a bit with embarrassment when he was told it wasn’t always necessary to use the formalities.

It was a habit instilled in him during childhood, by a family overly concerned with appearances and the success of its members. Roselite was never as successful as certain people would want, but what he lacked in talent he made up for in diligence and civility. Even were it not a habit, he thought anyone who proved themselves worthy enough to become a General should be treated with respect.

He wondered, sometimes, if he would ever manage to reach such an esteemed rank.

“I… Yes, Sir, I already—”

The rumbling and the lightning interrupted his attempts to discuss his own tent. Roselite jumped, startled. He was thankful for Benitoite’s presence, and his willingness to offer protection. After surviving the first part of their mission, Roselite felt a little better about being in the Rift, but it was still a terrifying place.

“My Captain might be looking for me,” he offered. If they were going to keep close as Benitoite said, Roselite wanted to ensure that Bloodstone was nearby. Grim as Bloodstone often was, Roselite nonetheless felt comforted by his presence. “Captain Bloodstone, I mean. He was with the combat team.”

Lieutenant Reidite

Reidite swore, loudly, spitting out Russian curses and unable to clasp his hand over his abused shoulder since there were still quills stuck in it. The following hissing in Russian equated to a not family friendly version of ‘if a giant porcupine stabbed you, you’d be grumbly too’.

He turned to frown at the General that Cymophane waved at, biting back more swears so he could stalk over to the dark haired man.

“Do you know how to remove these? Without ripping my whole shoulder out?” he asked, not even bothering with the accent because he was angry and in pain and would like someone who seemed like they might be able to help help.

He also didn’t want Cymophane waving to this man and wanted to know what was so great about him that he deserved a wave.

General Lopezite

Despite Kamacite’s quick departure, Lopezite didn’t think him rude; he was one of their designated team leaders, and probably had greater tasks to keep his attention. He wasn’t offended, but he had caught the apologetic looks as the Eternal Senshi went when beckoned and tried to smile reassuringly. He was planning on setting his attention elsewhere to make better use of his time when the lieutenant approached. He didn’t know the officer’s name, but he had no intention of ignoring him--even if he couldn’t help but glance at Cymophane for a split second to see if he was missing his friend.

Or, Lopezite assumed they were friends; he hadn’t really been able to make heads or tails of who was friendly and who was just doing their job.

“Oh,” he said, a bit surprised by the sudden inquiry. He knew he couldn’t have looked like the medical sort, and he was sure that he couldn’t have given off the impression that he knew something about quills.

And yet, he did. Sort of.

“Well,” he said slowly, glancing at the quills in his shoulder, “Without ripping your whole shoulder out, yes.” Maybe only half of it. “But I have to be straightforward that the only experience I have is pulling quills out of my leg, and an unconscious dog, and he had the pleasure of being sedated while I did not. Have you taken anything for it, or..”

He paused, just sort of looking at the quills. “How did you do this, did you fall on a porcupine? I don’t have any pliers, so if you want me to pull them out, you’re going to have to have a seat. And I don’t know how to do it painlessly, unless that medical tent has something you can take.”

General Benitoite

"Ok, we can go find your Captain. I wouldn't want to keep you from his side, especially if this might get ugly soon." And he did have a sinking suspicion that it was indeed going to get ugly.

"And Roselite, if you ever need help or just someone to speak to you can. My door is always open." Otherwise he was sure the other could find out his information and contact him by some other means. If he could continue to help the other he would. He didn't doubt the others Captain, or think less of them, but he did hope he wouldn't be stepping on toes by offering some encouragment and help to the Lieutenant.

"Now lets go, we should fain Bloodstone. You'll have to point him out though, I'm not familiar with him." Giving the other a gentle nudge so he could lead the way.

Corrupt Sailor Albite Senshi of Retribution

Albite let Thorite duck him with ease, was seemingly heedless of it all. Far more attentive to the lightning that flashed and struck overhead. How it ate the whole of the sky in a way that made him wonder about the atmosphere of the place - however the hell that all worked. Eyes cast up, head tilted towards the distant rumblings that seemed to shake the whole of the place; that set his teeth just a little on edge.

He busied himself with small tasks, hummed some assentation to the group, an agreeable noise. Appeased with the idea of them sticking together. He'd happily let them discuss how they'd while away the time between sleeping. So long as they were all still talking and smiling. He'd fall with ease into the workhorse role, liked that let him switch his brain off for a moment. Get hands on with the minutiae of camping while they discussed swapping spooky stories and bed time tales.

He collected their lanterns into the center - got them lit up - far enough away that the tent wouldn't catch; close enough to provide the image of comfort and warm glow. Emptied out his pack of the foil wrapped goodies and what had come standard - better to use it all now and ditch the added weight so they could sleep on something like full stomachs; because they wouldn't be staying longer than the night.

If it hit a point where they were?

'Irrelevant, it wont matter then.'

The food steadily became a neat little cache off to the side. Fished out and set along with the goods a swiss army knife, his own personal additive to his pack, old and worn from use, but it'd be good for the cans should they need it. A silverware set, primarily spoons and napkins snatched hastily from one of the banquet tables.

Set what water they had alongside it - glanced out frequently between getting things done - nervously almost. Looking for a spark of fire, wondering if he should ask Nembus about Faustite....

[Lieutenant Ransomite]

Ransomite didn't mind beans in the least. The Shrub's Baked Beans were the best, obviously, but he was flexible. As long as they weren't just going to eat them plain. There had to be at least salt, right?

Right?

His eyes flicked toward the lightning, lingering on it and the rumblings afterward. Maybe it would be good to find a cave that wasn't also youma and make camp there. A lot less likely to get hit by lightning--

Either way, "hey, the tent's better than just standing out here waiting to get hit by lightning." Ransomite was already starting that way, assuming the others would make their way over on their own.

As long as he didn't get someone grabbing the nape of his neck like he were a naughty kitten...

Once they were at least a modicum of settled in, he let himself relax, only for Faustite to make his way over to them. Ransomite glanced up at him, but wasn't terribly interested in making conversation...

Instead, he glanced toward Albite and Thorite.



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