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 Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2021 9:10 pm
Cadet SilveraHe didn't like it down here...there was no rain or sky...nothing living down here. It was cold and too large and there was a general darkness about this camber which didn't sit well with the light blue skined alien.
He watched though, close to Lyndin's side, as agents of the Negaverse spoke and moved around. Some had been injured, some worse than others, and he saw them being tended to by others. At least they'd gotten the care they needed but what of the senshi and knights they'd left behind? He hoped Scylla was safe, he liked her, but he was certain here and now were not the place to question what had happened to the ones who had hosted them....at least he'd thought they'd been being hosted by the senshi and knights.
Whatever had happened he wanted to question but even he could read the room and knew here was not the place. But now where would they go and what would they do? They couldn't make it home...and they had no place here, their camp sight would have been destropyed by the explosion, so where would they go? Even if they stayed the night, as they were being offered, what then? Were they to be stuck stranded here on Earth? He could think of worse things but he wasn't so certain this wouldn't be such a worse case scenario. They were, as far as he was concerned, at the mercy of the Negaverse and their leaders. They were putting them up and would, along with Lyndin, figure out what to do from that point on. He wouldn't be able to see Scylla again...that would only be inviting danger to her. So he was stuck here with their Commador and surrounded by people he didn't like or trust. They had to want something in return, from what Scylla had told him he knew this, but what was it they'd want?
Cypher did make some valid points but Silvera kept silent and waited. The answer wasn't what he wanted but he wasn't surprised. He was sure Lyndin wouldbe the only one with the answer he wanted. Why did this all need to happen and now what? They'd need to rely on the Negaverse for a place to stay, or a way home, and he didn't really like the idea of being in debt to them. The only thing he actually liked, aside from not dying in an explosion, was being able to remain on Earth for a bit longer. He did want to see and experience more here. He just didn't think there wasn't a price tag to this all.
When a creature was summoned and sent to lead them off he did follow, as if he had a choice, Lyndin didn't seem to be in good shape and there was a need to rest which was taking hold of him slowly. Though he still wished for answers.
For now he'd do as he needed to, he wanted to make it out of this alive. There was much to learn and experience from all of this.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2021 11:23 pm
Corrupt Super Sailor NoctuaFood?How could anyone think about food at a time like this? Everyone was varying degrees of wounded, the aliens were still here, and Laurelite looked like she knew something. And while that was all very comforting, knowing that someone was at least in control, Noctua finally let herself break down into a flow of panicked tears. "Food?! We both almost died -- You almost died and you're thinking about food?!" She punched his shoulder, one that she was sure was undamaged, with one bony fist and cursed at him, following that strike up with one to the arm of the officer currently holding him. She was clearly angry, though her lips did, eventually turn into a smile. She threw her arms around her General as best she could considering he was currently being held in someone's arms. "What would I do without you, Benitoite? Who would lead me if you died? Who would ever be good enough?" Who would let her do yoga in their office? Who would mother over her lack of sleep and eating? Who would work to find some kind of cure for that insomnia? Who would answer her calls when she woke up screaming in the night from a nightmare that felt too real to be a work of her imagination? And then the doctor came and Noctua stepped away. Only when Benitoite said something about her injuries did she realize that she had been hurt at all. She'd been wholly too concerned with him to even care that she had been injured. "It was just some punk traitor," she said dismissively. "I don't think I got his name. Benitoite seemed to know him. He got me with a trowel. What a dumb weapon. A ******** shovel." She did not, however, negate the fact that she was in pain. She was. Her nose felt as shattered as Benitoite warned it might be, and she was fairly certain, with the way her left eye was swelling shut, that she probably had a fractured eye socket as well. And she was, in fact, missing a tooth. The blood, however, had dried mostly, leaving her with a line of angry dark brown on across her whole face. "Not sure was can be done for me outside of a hospital. Unless you've got some pills to make me not care about how much this ******** hurts." She tried to smile again but winced instead.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 3:59 am
Lt ArsenoliteArsenolite was, all in all, rather pleased with how everything had gone. Despite the fact that a couple of traitors had gotten off relatively scot-free during the fight. One of them had immediately perished, and he felt very delighted about the way it had happened. The Chaos being in every breath he'd taken out there had felt amazing. Like he'd been in a stale room all his life and stepped outside for the first time. It sucked, when everything blew up, leaving the air without the delicious static of Chaos once more. But still, it had been amazing while he'd had it. His very brain felt tickled and rejuvenated and he gave a contended sigh when they came back to Negaspace, saved from the massive explosion by the queen. His first instinct was to kneel or bow or something in her presence, when she began addressing them, but as nobody else did, he reasoned that he should only do so if he were going to address her personally. But that wasn't something he would do; he was fully aware of his position in the Negaverse as a Lieutenant and he doubted he would ever get that kind of honor until he was a fully-fledged General. To simply in her presence outside the battle this way was enough. He straightened up proudly as she talked, doing his best to appear like a good soldier for her. He'd do anything for her. Then the aliens were led away and he relaxed a little, sighing happily as he spotted Sakuriite. Oh, good. He moved swiftly over to her, but still in careful, measured steps. He couldn't look sloppy, not when the queen was here and watching them all. He wouldn't allow himself to. "Hey," he said, voice soft and low. "How you doin', sweetheart? Kinda missed you at the end of the battle there. It's good to see you pretty much okay." He reached out and squeezed her hand softly, affording himself a small, happy smile.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 5:22 am
Captain Prehnite Surprise that flashed on Prehnites face for Hatsyas compliment, and his pride in her lay bare - for all the reasons. She had come — had stayed — had given him trust unearned. There still she sat as Iolanthe twined roses that bloomed into fiery locks — how she accepted it all. Called him competent, despite every monumental ******** that had lain like crooked flagstone between them - that had tripped them up. How did he tell her that in ten years he’d done nothing but lie stagnant— that if not for her he wouldn’t have done any of it at all. Fire lit under him by her and for all that they burned each other. Oh, it’d been good. Even the parts he’d loathed..like bitter medicine drunk down.. “Thank you Hatsya.” poured meaning into it and preened bright to see them all getting along and he’d always had a fondness for Senshi…. And to Mizuki — “It didn’t seem right to leave one of our own in the mire like that.” And if he had an eye for purple… “ You are welcome though.” Strange that she seemed quiet— seemed confused, and whether she was one of their own before or not. It mattered little for that she was one of theirs now. And to Hylonome - who seemed so gentle with Hatsya — to them all — “ This—-This is the Throne room. This is Hatsya, and Iolanthe. Our teammates.” and he would let nothing there harm them—no errant wandering youma..no alien entity.. How he was beyond relieved that all of them, Hatsya especially, had made it out unscathed. How his grin quirked for how Hylonome played with the hole in her chest — was tempted to still her hand - except it seemed to harm her not at all. Senshi magic was so strange.. “Once our queen is done addressing us? We’ll work on getting you both properly settled.” Handbooks would be had, memories would be sorted, and he’d be damned if he’d leave them lie in the barracks—remembered being an Lt well enough. Remembers a loving Captain that had been amongst the rest who’d offered something before the nothing that had followed his absence.. “ Do either of you have anything you wish me to call you?” because names were *important*, because he wanted to do better, get it right for them like he hadn’t for Hatsya.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 6:17 am
"I don't now where we are," Eso admitted quietly, looking at Nessa. His own dagger had been shoved back into the proper spot on his belt, hastily done so he could keep up with his friend, and carry Nessa until she had been able to move on her own.
"It's also very good to see you moving around, missy."
Joking fell flat. He knew that. In something like this, how could it not? Trying to make light of a situation this dire wasn't something he often did. Yet he wanted to keep as much of the tension low as he could. He could feel it tingling around the room like something tangible and slithering. It made his stomach heavy and want to empty all at the same time.
Still, looking around at the mix of humans and Vanguard, Eso's brain continued to process everything he'd seen on the battlefield, and everything he hadn't seen.
He'd seen Nessa offering her stone to Tenoch and he became curious. Did he still have his own? That would mean letting go of his friends, and honestly? That didn't sound appealing in the least bit.
Especially now that they were being moved and herded through corridors. Oh well, time to be among their own kind, he supposed. For all he knew, they were being like Earth lambs to slaughter. He didn't want to put blind faith into anyone anymore, but right now, what choice did he have?
"Where are we going? Where... Where are the others?" This wasn't all the Vanguard. He knew that. "Will they show up soon?"
Who was he even asking?
(Exiting this ORP with Eso~)
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 8:30 am
General Rakovanite
Well, Diasporite wasn't dead, no matter how he looked it. With that affirmation, pretty pink irises riveting up to him, Rakovanite let his fingers wander to aid in the assessment. First to the lapel of his drenched and punctured coat, then down Diasporite's arm, where he could see blood and bruising through the tatters of fabric. "It might have been worse," he chided softly, but Diasporite was nearly fully covered in layers to protect him. The worst had been avoided. The lieutenant struggled to stand, and Rakovanite rose at his side.
He flicked his fingers dismissively toward a youma who wandered by to offer assistance. And while Rakovanite was sure he was depriving Diasporite of an interesting and unique opportunity, he hardly considered thoughtless monsters to be capable medical savants.
He turned his head, searching for Cervantite, Calaverite, and Weissite, but only managed to take note of the cluster of aliens on the other side of the throne room. They'd been brought here along with everyone in the Negaverse... Because they were allies? His brow pinched in confusion, and he glanced to his ever-pleasant Queen. If they were, they were hardly good allies. Most of them had attacked generators. Had fought agents. Their leader had absolutely no command of his subordinates.
But there was a lot of that going around, wasn't there?
A youma led the group away, and it sparked another thought that sent Rakovanite's gaze scanning the room. The frost girl who had been youmafying. She should be around. Many of the other new recruits had been transported with them, so where was she...? Nowhere. A stab of frustration lanced through him because he'd had the opportunity to force more Chaos into her, aid the corruption. One less White Moon, one more obedient monster.
But he hadn't. And she wasn't here.
He exhaled a stiff breath, let his arm fall to Diasporite's back to help support him while he tugged a Mauvian close. "I will tend to you when we are finished here. Please try to endure until then." He didn't expect it would be long, just long enough for the Queen to explain what they were to do about the invaders when they came into contact again.
"Mm?" He allowed himself the moment, raising his hand back to Diasporite's cheek to tap one gloved finger to the younger man's jaw to pull his gaze away from the cat and back to him. "What lesson is that?" If it wasn't 'my life is more valuable than worthless senshi trash,' then Rakovanite hardly thought it appropriate.
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Chaos Mauvian Gremlin
In the blink before the remains of some distant comet could pelt them all in the face, they were teleported back to Negaspace, and frankly, Gremlin could only be annoyed by this. The whole room was staged as a party; they'd done well. It was time for celebration.
But every teeny little nitpicky thing made Gremlin's lip curl in dissatisfaction. For one, where was his <******** senshi. Amidst that whole fight, Diesel had just up and ******** off, leaving Gremlin to fend for himself amongst a hoard of enemies! Anyone could punish a cat with a swift kick, and that would've put Gremlin down without hardly any effort. Diesel surely deserved to be left abandoned with all the Order ilk.
But no, he was there. Standing near to the crazy brat. The rest of Gremlin's alleged team were scattered about, but mostly all present. He huffed. They'd all as good as abandoned him.
Another thing: why were there so many new faces littered among the ranks. Gremlin didn't want more filthy agents and senshi about. He wanted them dead! Why was it that he'd only seen, like- three humans die during the whole fight. All the opportunities these stupid agents had to stab any one of the White Moon in their stupid faces, and hardly anyone had. Even his senshi- maybe especially his senshi- hadn't done anywhere near enough to eviscerate anyone that stepped in front of him.
And they were being rewarded for it. Praised by the queen for all these disgusting new acquisitions.
As a Mauvian, he'd probably be expected to do something for them, like procure identification papers for them, help them establish their lives and stories, find work, school, housing for them. Blugh! He could think of absolutely nothing he wanted to do less than helping filthy humans reclaim their filthy human lives. Waste of space and resources, the whole assignment.
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Lieutenant Janggunite
The thrill of the fight still hummed in his bones. It was an entirely foreign sensation that Janggunite wasn't sure he understood the reasoning behind. January had combat practice, so it shouldn't 'feel' any different than that. For most of his life, he'd religiously attended his judo lessons. They existed for the sole purpose of giving his anxious energy a controlled outlet that wouldn't trigger his childhood asthma. He had "fought" judoka trying to teach him and help him and train him. The unspoken expectation was that he would defend himself in dangerous situations.
But it wasn't the same. That was not this, where it felt like his bones reverberated with some energy that felt more pleasant than repulsive. The judo was because he had to. He'd had to use that outlet to keep his traitorous body from sabotaging him.
Maybe he'd 'had' to this time to, to keep the volatile forces of Chaos from ******** him up somehow worse than he already was.
But it felt less forced this time, somehow. This was not because he needed 'discipline' or patience or calm and something dreadful would happen if he didn't practice. ...It was because he could be useful. This body was a weapon and to not treat it as such was a waste. Maybe it was still mentally 'good for him' to not be cooped up alone in his room, but adrenaline and excitement buzzed in him. Things that had been dormant for... many months.
He felt- He felt a feeling. It wasn't dreary static and chilly indifference. It was light and hot and thrilling. Janggunite had never fought with the intention to hurt someone. To brutalize and damage and kill. He thought he'd be repulsed by it. But there was that (potentially worrying) whisper that he had done good.
And this was right for him.
Nothing had been right for him since March... He didn't want to let it go.
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Lieutenant Nobleite
He was just happy for it to be over.
Nobleite had expressed to his general soon after his corruption that he was not adept at fighting. It wasn't a skill he wanted to hone, he wasn't interested in hurting people, his heart couldn't handle being the reason someone wouldn't go home to their family... He could tolerate the draining, and he was happy to be able to listen when someone needed advice, but he simply could not be someone blatantly out for violence and bloodshed. It just wasn't him.
For the most part, he had managed to avoid all of that. Nobleite still went out and harvested energy, so he still had run-ins with the White Moon, but it had never come to violence. Maybe in part because he and anyone he'd encountered could simply use their eyes to see that he wasn't capable of causing any real damage, but Nobleite liked to think he could also attribute part of it to him going out of his way not to escalate.
He didn't want to fight. He'd never wanted to fight.
It was just that when the Queen summoned her soldiers... Nobleite glanced across the room toward where Laurelite stood among a few other agents. He was sure he wasn't the only one who sensed malice on her, despite her small smiles and praising gestures. He didn't know how many people in this room had known it was an ambush, wherein the enemy would be murdered or forcibly corrupted, but the Queen had. Laurelite had certainly wanted this, and it was what her 'soldiers' were supposed to be trained to do.
From where he stood, trying to be as out of the way and inconspicuous as possible, Nobleite could see a handful of agents and senshi, and even some of the Vanguard- most of the Vanguard- had looked shaken by the events... It wasn't what they wanted.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 9:07 am
Corrupt Sailor TaeniteConfident that he would be safe from the youma under the watchful eye of their Queen, Taenite flashed a toothy grin at the skeletal youma (Hippocrates) that approached him with Faustite, bloodless in his arms.
“He kind of blew up on the field. Got his body put back together, but he probably needs blood, as he said,” Taenite explained with a curious tilt of his head at the youma. He was used to the snarls and snips from youma, especially on the two missions he had been a part of in the Rift, so it was always interesting to see them up close.
“It looks like you’re a little short on blood as well,” he joked, given the youma’s appearance.
As for the magic and how long it lasted, he didn’t know. But it probably wasn’t important as long as Faustite was still giving him sass.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 10:46 am
Corrupt Senshi Actaea of the Harvest/Seble GrangerActaea watched as a group was sent away she really didn't remember much of anything right now. Her head was scrambled and she was confused. She still didn't know what to do since going home seemed like the worst idea ever. She frowned looking around still feeling so weak and she didn't know how to get out of here anyway. She had no idea who to ask about anything so for now, she just sat out of the way. She didn't know what to do but she figured she was less likely to get in trouble if she stayed out of the way. (Open for interaction)
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 11:21 am
General LopeziteNot exploding had its perks, but then, Lopezite had never really been worried about that. He’d understood clearly that the goal was to keep the generators up and running for as long as possible, and they’d succeeded.
At least, judging by how smug Laurelite seemed. She was smiling--not surprising, given that she always seemed to be--but it didn’t seem like it was forced.
They hadn’t succeeded in defending all of the generators, or subduing all of Order, but he supposed it must have been enough, all things considered. Laurelite didn’t seem disappointed in them, and he had the distinct feeling that he would know if she were.
He hadn’t made up his mind about the aliens when one of them spoke to the Queen, and Lavendulan suddenly appeared in his line of sight. He was near enough to take her wrist, to try and give her something to ground herself.
He gave her a questioning look, and--what he wouldn’t have given to borrow those earrings again and know what she was thinking without broadcasting it to everyone.
“Hey,” he said quietly, and gave her hand a little squeeze so she knew it was him, it was okay. “How was it out there, are you okay?”
...And what did she have against that alien?
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 11:21 am
Lt. CupriteCuprite gave Arsenopyrite a thankful look when he started to work on patching up Benitoite. While he hated that his cousin would be in pain the entire time at least it was a step in the right direction. “Just doing what you can is a big help, thank you.” He then turned his attention back to Beni and Noctua as Beni spoke up about the food again. Cuprite wasn’t surprised that the smaller man said he would skip desert but seeing how the recipe he had in mind wasn’t the sweet he figured he might be able to temp him later if he was still hungry. “One thing you should keep in mind is that unfortunately almost dying is something that will happen pretty regularly.” He told the corrupt with an understanding look. “And if you don’t take the time after to take care of essential tasks like eating then it will be much worse.” Sweenys_Revenge Sleet knows but my laptop is currently in the shop for hard drive failure SSBrosB ipad works though for now so I shall try to keep up still
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 2:06 pm
The Velencians left, and Laurelite watched them with a pleased little smile. She waited until they were out of sight, until they were comfortably gone, and then returned her attention to the rest of the Negaverse. She was cataloguing faces, new and old. Watching the condition of all of those who stayed, and all who left. Any sort of celebration wasn’t to be had at the expense of the health of her army, but with her magic to sustain everyone she wasn’t too worried. The General Sovereigns remained behind her but without an influx of questions or duties expected of them, she bowed her head just slightly, dismissing them from the center stage. “I appreciate you all being so patient with me,” she said to the crowd, as Lepidolite and Hessonite moved past her; Lepidolite clapped shoulders and gave pats on the back as he moved, and Hessonite was full of supportive smiles as she settled into the crowd. Axinite remained for a few seconds after them before he blinked and removed himself, though he seemed to be sticking to the walls and avoiding the group. “Commodore Lyndin and his Vanguard,” she introduced, despite the group’s absence. “They have a minor interest on this world. They seek to recover the starseed of one of their own. Their involvement with this world is minimal, and as long as they’re here we might as well make use of their technology. I’m sure we can give them a bit of space to let them work out their political shortcomings. I don’t think they’re really much of a threat to us, but,” she shrugged. “Take caution, regardless. I’ll meet with their leader in the morning and see what they have to offer us if we promise to stay uninvolved.” A pause, a shrug. “ Fairly uninvolved, at least. It would be negligent to be all hands-off. But those are concerns for another day. For tonight, they stay in the Dark Kingdom. I’ll have eyes on them, they won’t give us any trouble. So, enjoy yourselves, relax. And know that you have my gratitude.” By will alone, an ornate box manifested in front of her. Her scythe disappeared, and she placed one hand beneath the box and used the other to open it. “I had no doubt we’d be successful. I had these made to commemorate the occasion. For everyone who helped us find victory tonight.” Quote: Laurelite is presenting all members of the Negaverse who participated in the previous ORP with the following commemorative medal:  Players do not have to have posted in this ORP to claim this medal, you simply need to have been involved in the previous ORP to earn this. You must have written at least 500 words with your Negaverse character(s) to claim this medal. You must post in this thread to claim the medal. If your character has already left for medical treatment, the medal will be delivered to them when they are stabilized and comfortable. You may continue to roleplay here or interact with the NPCs! Laurelite, Hessonite, and Lepidolite are available; Axinite has left. There are no more scheduled mule posts but there will be an IC and OOC information release on November 7th to discuss the outcome of Laurelite’s negotiations with Lyndin. You do not need to write an exit post for your character if you want them to leave; it will be assumed that everyone left after a brief period of time. In the meantime, Youma are still helping others out to receive medical treatment, and will be passing out medical supplies for those who do not need advanced treatment. All Negaverse characters are free to stay for as long as they like; Laurelite has youma passing out food and refreshments to anyone who might like some. While you may play your Negaverse character in post meta-RPs at this point in time, the Order ORP and Cadet ORP is still ongoing. There may be information or releases in these ORPs that affect gameplay in the long run. All information will be released on Sunday, the 7th, so if you start any present-day roleplays between now and then please keep this in mind! A few things to know: If you return to the battle field, it seems completely destroyed; there are no traces of debris to be found. All of the grass has been burned, as if in a bad electrical storm. There is a latent energy in this area but it doesn’t seem to be Order or Chaos.
Destiny City reported a bad storm on the night of the battle but didn’t seem to have more information about it beyond that.
The remains of Archideus can be seen even within city limits; it’s gotten a decent amount of attention on the news as a rare, once-in-a-lifetime celestial experience. Scientists are speculating that it’s just cosmic gasses having a chemical interaction and don’t anticipate any long term consequences. The general population is encouraged to enjoy it while they can. Over the next few days, the colors begin to spread a little further apart and thin out a bit; it is predicted that it will no longer be visible to the naked eye by mid December.
Between now and the end of December, Laurelite is available for any standard RP request, the same as the other NPC General Sovereigns. She can do promotions, have conversations, or be involved in other interactions that would ordinarily require special plot approval. She is very proud of the Negaverse and invested in their well-being.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 5:52 pm
General BenitoiteLetting Noctua hug him, he would never deny her such a thing, the ashen blond reached out to pat her on the head. "I've almost been killed several times...it's nothing new to me." Shrugging his shoulders as best he could with her hugging him. It really wasn't that big of a deal to him, or rather it was but also it wasn't. He didn't like the idea of dying but he wasn't afarid of it either. he didn't chase it but he wasn't going to back out of a fight because the threat of it loomed.
"As my cousin said...food and sleep are needed after a battle, sop is winding down, you need to let your body rest and take in what it needs to heal better." That being food and sleep. He also just wanted to relax around family if he could, before sleep took hold of him.
"Arseno, if you think you can help us further we can head back to my place and you can put your skills to work." Smiling up at the plague doctor. "It also looks like we get more medals...I swear I have a whole collection of them in a draw." Which he no longer kept hidden, he didn't need to. But he had just so many of them. This one did look very nice though, the colors were very nice. Whoever made them did good work. "I'm glad we all came out of this alive."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 6:57 pm
Super Corrupt MiyamotoOf course Miyamoto was here, he had been saved by their leaders and brought here. Frost floated and drifted about his feet as we moved towards a wall where he could rest, and watch everyone else. So much had happened during the battle and it was a lot to take in. He would talk to Wolframite when he could about this, see what he thought of this all, but he wanted to train more so next time he'd be more useful.
For now though he listened to their Queen as she spoke, proud of them all. He enjoyed the warm, comforting, feeling of chaos surrounding them all. He knew that at oine time he'd not have felt such, not when his uniform had still been mostly white, but now he liked the feeling.
As he watched youma appear and start to help other officers, those who had sustained a decent amouint od damage to their person. Honestly he couldn't wait to get home and find Kai and talk to him, fill him in on what he'd missed. He hadn't seen the other on the battlefield and he wanted to tell him about it, he could still feel some of the adrenaline running though him, but he also still had felt overwhelmed in it all. He hadn't expected it but he was sure he'd get over it, get used to it, in time.
As the aliens left and their Queen once more spoke he nodded his head slowly. So it seemed they were, for now, helping these aliens...at least mostly helping them. That was fine by him. Their buisness was theirs...so long as they didn't decide Earth was their new home or anything like that. They had enough issues with senshi and knights...aliens were not needed as well. When the medals were soon presented he figurted it was a good time to leave...to go home. He had something nice and shiny to show the other as well now.
As he looked around, on his way to the doors out of the hall, he was looking to Wolframite. He might not be up for talking right now, especially not here, but he did want to touch base with the Captain and let him know he wanted to meet with him soon. Reaching up to his neck, as he thought about his Captian, his fingers gently ghosting over the bite mark there. That would be a mark he kept for the rest of his life and wore proudly. He knew it got him looks at work though and so what? He liked it. It fit with the rest of his unconventional look anyway.MoonKitsune Trying to slip out but would love to see Wolframite before he leaves. Then him and Kai rp?
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 8:50 pm
Corrupt Eternal NembusSo that was it, then. A medal. Nembus heard that Laurelite had plans to meet with the leader of the aliens--Commodore Lyndin and his Vanguard, apparently--to figure out how they could benefit the Negaverse. To her, it felt doubly amusing; she had always been told when she had been conscripted into the Negaverse that the Negaverse's priority was protecting Earth from outside invaders. And yet, now, they were making negotiations with them. Perhaps it didn't matter. Perhaps nothing mattered. The medal was treated with more respect than the occasion of the invasion truly left with her, and she slid by most of the crowd, heading toward an exit. She didn't truly want to spend any more time there than necessary. This was a celebration, but Nembus felt like she had very little to celebrate. On her way out, she did breeze by someone familiar and stopped for a moment before she exited to check on him. " Ransomite," she called, tapping him lightly on the arm. "Are you alright?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2021 11:30 pm
Captain Sakuraiite
Sakuraiite had to say, she thought her first outing as an officer of the Negaverse had been quite successful. She'd shown up, she'd fought, and she liked to think she had done a very good job at doing so. She'd squared up with three different people, one of them had gone down, and she was pretty sure that she had badly upset that Chibi for some reason, which was sort of a moral victory. And now they were back in Negaspace, and it was a celebration. There was food--she took a few selections as she walked, munching on little hors d'oeuvres as she wove through the mess of people, looking for one or two specific other officers. Where was Tinaksite? And Arsenolite, she knew he had been there, she wanted to see him again and thank him for helping her.
This whole thing felt...incredible. She watched with a certain sadistic glee as Laurelite demonstrated her power over their new alien visitors with a few simple words and a gesture, and she grinned, the entire time.
It wasn't until after the Queen was done that she spotted Arsenolite, and she perked up.
"Arseno!" She smiled, and it was a restrained thing--they were in public, no need to be too eager. Still, she leaned in to kiss his cheek, weaving their fingers together. "It looks like you're alright as well. Not knocked around too bad, I take it?" She looked him over, searching for any sings of serious injury and finding none. "I got a bit lost in things at the end, but I'm fine. Nothing serious." She hummed, cheerily.
"That was quite the battle, wasn't it? Oh, I hope it's not the last big one I get to be involved in." She supposed things like that had to be few and far between, that she would spend far more of her time tending her plants and helping Ashanite than she did battling the forces of Order. But that didn't mewan she couldn't be enthusiastic for more. She wanted to test the limits of her strange body, see what she could do.
Prove that Axinite had been right to save her. That she deserved to be where she was.
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