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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2022 12:55 am
Lieutenant SodaliteWell, if that was Prehnite's opinion on the mission then was it the best idea to stick around? Sometimes when someone said something they would end up meaning the complete opposite. However even as he contemplated leaving the relatively green lieutenant knew that deep down he would be letting down the team he'd come to associate with. Oh, he'd seen a glimpse of faces here or there but having not been properly introduced meant that he only had Prehnite's word to rely on that he would be an essential asset to the team. If anything his weapon at the moment would come in handy for inflicting damage to anything that might arise on this investigative mission.
It would also dissuade others from bothering their little core group that his general seemed to lead. He was loyal to the agency as a whole, this was true, but he would consider his loyalty to Prehnite's team as an absolute, number one, type of priority and lord help anyone that would be reckless enough to mess with them.
Even as the meeting seemed to come to a close with instructions to meet back at the unreasonable hour of zero six hundred on a predetermined day did Sodalite merely raise an eyebrow before sighing. It looked like that day's plans had just been thrown out the proverbial window. He made a mental note to cancel anything he had been working on for the days that would follow just in case the time off was needed. He'd not be able to leave at his leisure once down there he assumed unless someone else acted as a taxi which wasn't likely going to happen. Nope, it seemed like once he was down with the team that he would be stuck with them. Oh well, nothing like a team-bonding exercise.
For now he continued to try to read the room before nodding towards Prehnite in indication that he would be onboard for the mission. It probably was going to be a good learning experience but he was somewhat skeptical.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2023 6:20 am
Aquamarine rolled his eyes again. At Seraphinite. At Rigel. At Jet.
He didn’t believe for one second that Jet wouldn’t stick his nose into things, Faustite’s mission or not. Maybe the intention was to hang back and assist, but Aquamarine was fairly certain Jet would step forward at some point, either because someone else was too lax or because he was asked to do so. Why have a General King in the field if you weren’t going to utilize him?
Besides, Aquamarine didn’t trust half of these fools to have decent heads on their shoulders. Faustite knew what he was doing in the Rift, but the rest of them? The last mission proved otherwise.
Without so much as a careless wave or parting glance, Aquamarine took his leave, mystery beverage in hand.
A shame he shouldn’t drink in the Rift. He’d probably need it.EXIT for Aquamarine____________ Cymophane offered Zultanite a bright smile and a cheerful wave. He knew Kamacite had subordinates — he knew Kamacite didn’t necessarily want subordinates, either out of shyness or lack of confidence — but he hadn’t met them yet. Cymophane was pleased to do so now, and equally pleased that Zultanite seemed at least marginally devoted.
“Reidite’ll be fine with it, even if he acts like he’s not,” Cymophane reassured his friend.
It seemed Faustite had delivered all the available information. People were starting to trickle out. Cymophane figured they shouldn’t linger much longer, not unless any of them had questions.
Cymophane didn’t have questions. He was the go-with-the-flow sort.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said to both Kamacite and Zultanite.EXIT for Cymophane____________ Roselite’s posture suffered as Kamacite introduced Zultanite. He smiled a greeting, but shrank in on himself, nervous in the presence of someone he didn’t know.
He took the opening Kamacite offered to excuse himself, mumbling a quiet, “See you,” to all of them before shuffling away, ducking his head as he made his way back to Bloodstone’s office.
He didn’t expect to be greeted warmly.EXIT for Roselite
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2023 9:25 am
NiterJet suggested that he get more involved with the Negaverse's missions, now that he was a Super Senshi. Niter supposed that was the downside to getting to a new rank — now he had to go participate more, because something had to balance out the fact that he didn't have to interact with the people he drained in the same way. Part of him was okay with it if they only needed him to be a butt in the seat, passively taking in information while everyone else asked questions. He had the time for it, anyway, since he wasn't going to job hunt right now.
He didn't know much about the Rift, though. Not outside of being told that it's not a good place for senshi to be, since youma didn't care for them. Niter never attempted to go down there, nor did it interest him to tempt fate by trying, so he never paid those double doors in the Citadel's ground floor any mind.
But now, it sounded like he would have to pay attention to it. Even if it was a volunteer mission, it felt more like a voluntold mission. As in, he voluntold himself that he would go on this mission if he wasn't going to go job searching like he told himself to. Niter sighed as he played with the memo function on his tablet. He'd have to note all this down — all the restrictions and clarifications and whatnot that General Inferno was explaining to them. No energy or starseeds, which he got, since he was pretty sure that was what youma ate when they were going after people. That's like not bringing raw steaks when going to the zoo or something.
The rest of it was pretty new. And he had no idea what happened the last time they went to the Rift, so listening in on the discourse surrounding that was pretty interesting. He didn't know people were pulling out starseeds against orders. That sounded kind of dangerous.
Maybe it was a little more relaxing to know that the youma had vacated the area, though. There'd be less chance of one nipping at his heels when they were in a place that youma avoided. And given that there was tech involved? That meant Niter would have a distraction to think about while he was there. He was generally good with computers and other electronics, and had jailbroken stuff before (which resulted in him bricking his very first phone, but never again after that), but he wasn't sure what kind of technology they would be dealing with. It could be something so far beyond his understanding of computers that he'd be as functionally useless there as he was here.
There was nothing he could do about that, though. They were being dismissed, so Niter saved the file he had been working on in his tablet. With the thing tucked back into a pen, he sent it to subspace as he stood and followed the person to his right out into a single file line. It was an uncomfortable experience, being that close to people, and he was going to complain to Jet about it until he remembered that he could just… Teleport. Next time, though. When he knew how to do that.
So he continued following the person ahead of him out the door, now all the more sad for not knowing how to teleport.PsilomelanePsilomelane attended the briefing because she was curious. Most of her efforts in the Negaverse were turned toward civilian-side affairs — setting up her practice, getting all of her certifications, and positioning herself in such a way that she could both help scout out potential new recruits and assist the tenured officers who faced new challenges in their personal or professional lives. It was rewarding work, she had thought, but it was only one facet to this multilayered organization.
She knew that others tackled very different fronts to the Negaverse's interrelated operations. Apart from Infiltration and their outward-facing practices, there were Information officers who scattered themselves along the front lines and within to keep an eye on threats, potential allies, and potential defectors from within. Psilomelane knew she could never be so clever as to perform at that level, but she respected the ones who did. It was difficult work to turn a conversation in one's favor, especially when trying to root out specific information.
Then there were the Special Operations folks, who were effectively the Negaverse's military police and special forces in one. Psilomelane had read that they were highly trained and as lethal as they came, though she hadn't met any personally. She thought that, perhaps, she wouldn't have reason to meet them since she hadn't given the Negaverse reason to watch her. She wondered, though — how many of the three specialized branches were collected in the room now? How many of them were in GenOps? She thought she spotted the new leader of GenOps somewhere in the crowd, but she was too short to double-check herself without standing up. Deciding that would be too disruptive, she kept herself seated through the briefing.
She would be going into the Rift for this one, which was yet another facet to the Negaverse that Psilomelane had left unexplored. It sounded like they would have an escort down there, which would avail them of most of the dangers. Once they were in, though, Psilomelane wondered if Negaverse senshi would be afforded the same protections as the parts where youma actively roamed. She assumed so; they would be remiss to leave senshi to potentially fall victim to their other allies.
She didn't know how much good she would be to an operation like that, but she supposed that if she supported but once by using her magic or accidentally discovering a clue, then that would justify her attendance. It sounded like the officer in charge needed people to go looking, irrespective of their familiarity with the magic or tech at play. She could do that. She could poke around a place she didn't understand and try to figure out how it worked.
It wasn't all that different from her own life, after all. Wasn't any different than waking up in an office, remembering nothing, with a few strangers staring down at her with concerned looks on their faces.
When they were dismissed, Psilomelane stood and cast a glance about her. The guy to her left looked like he would've been happy to never set foot in this room again, but the girl to her right looked excited to be a part of this mission. Psilomelane kept a neutral expression, reserving her judgment on the mission itself. Still, she followed suit with filing out, and thought to herself how she should best prepare.Quote: Exits for both because I realized I didn't post them earlier emo
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2023 5:12 pm
Helio smiled and nodded to his brother. "We will be." He agreed. It was nice, having Trey at his side again. A small part of his past, the small part he even cared to have back now, was there.
As Fafnir left with his subordinate, Helio glances around and noted many others had left the briefing as well. Things had been covered, warned, adn explained so there was no more point in hanging about, not with everyone else meandering out.
He paused a moment to glance at Faustite but noted the boy didn't seem ready to leave yet. Probably intending to hang around for any last questions. So, Helio slipped from the room.
Exit for Heliodor
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