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General King Lepidolite

“Ah, in spirit at least. I’ll probably drop by a bit when I can but I can’t have the Queen thinking I’m shirking my duties!” he laughed, but maybe a little less loud this time. He didn’t want to get her attention and tempt her to keep an extra close eye on him.

“We’ll all have our roles to play. I’ll be there, but I’ll be working. What about you, you’ll turn up. Won’t you?”

It wasn’t quite a question, but neither was it a command. Lepidolite simply wanted to make sure everyone got to see what they’d been working on–and what better time to do so than when energy was at its peak?

Corrupt Super Psilomelane of Mirages

Psilomelane was a touch late in arriving, owing to getting lost in her research again, but she made it in time to hear the tail end of the Queen's message. While she caught her breath from teleporting, she wondered — hadn't she read about something like this before?

There were other energy-draining ventures in Destiny City before this one, weren't there? To her knowledge, none of them had been able to keep up and keep covert in perpetuity. Perhaps the unveiling of this club meant they finally found the secret ingredient that the previous attempts were missing, and the Queen was confident enough in its security that she was willing to endorse it. Psilomelane supposed it helped that it was bankrolled by the one she assumed was the richest man in the Negaverse.

As she approached the buffet, her attention swept across the swell of officers in attendance. She knew next to none of them, only recognizing few of their faces. She didn't see Sapphirine, who must have been busy with her own tribulations. If nothing else, the sense of austerity reminded her that she should try to be more social.

She was uncertain where to start with that, however. She made for the food instead, choosing taster-sized portions of each of the dishes so she could familiarize herself with them before she committed to anything. There was plenty of free seating, too, though she defaulted to her reserved nature and chose a table that was somewhat out of the way.

A club, though… She didn't know why she felt so strongly about it. And she didn't know what, exactly, she was feeling.

Corrupt Eternal Sailor Chara of Chocolate

Could he really be bothered to listen to this? .. Absolutely not. The idea of a club sounded disgusting, full of vile, handsy people who might have been sexy, sure, but also, no.

He was a homebody, and he was sure that all of these nobodies here could do all the work that the queen was looking into.

His little Maumau Chip couldn't be out that late anyway. He was just a lil baby, a lil guy, and lil guys did not do crimes super late into the evening. Chip was already short as hell, and he wouldn't grow any taller if he stayed up that late!

Chara would know after all, he was short as ********.

But back to the matter at hand, he poked at his mediocre nonsense before them pushed the plate away.

"I mean, yeah, sure, but 7-11 atleast has that savory flavor of 'back of the fridge for 6 months' going for it. This s**t tastes like what that guys feet probably taste like." There was a random gesture to some barefoot looking senshi nearby that he couldn't be bothered to get a good look at.

When asked about his little stchick, he grinned though. Nice and wide, Cheshire like even as he pushed out just a little bit of his ambient energy out. Non threatening, of course, just enough for that sweet sweet scent of warm, gooey chocolate to fil the air between the two.

"Chocolate. Sounds stupid, right? But I'm ******** delicious, I know it! Chara of Chocolate, Eternal Blah blah blah. What about you? You look like a grave robber. Like, the hot kinda neo-universe cyber punk grave robber. It looks ******** sick, I swear."

Sara Draconia

Eternal Hestia

Eyes calmly watching Mizuki join, eyeing the girl's plat with approval, the maid senshi glanced at her messages and saw that Headache had responded rather quickly. A good sign.



Hestia didn't look up from her tablet, already knowing that Borax sat beside her. The weight of his presence and long cast of his shadow were almost as familiar as her own at this point. But...there was something different, something that had her looking up at the man with a certain curiosity. She stared wordlessly for a long moment and then conceded, "You look good, General Borax."

She leaned a bit in her seat, to see if the little pompoms were still on his shoes. There was a brief smile that softened back to her usual solemn expression as she stated, "Let's spar after the banquet."

Though after Albite arrived with clear appreciation rounding every one of his perfect curves, Hestia added, "Unless you have plans, of course." Far be it from her to poach from Eternal Albite.

Ascended General Haumea

Matching smile for smile, Haumea couldn’t help but momentarily compare Laurelite to the former Queen. Though he hadn’t known Beryl, he had seen her perhaps once or twice. But he’d formed an impression of coldness. She’d held herself aloft and away. Not at all like Laurelite who had fought and bled and rallied for her people. Really, the difference was staggering.

He trusted Queen Laurelite because Metallia trusted her.

That thought in mind, he decided that candor would be best. The Queen would appreciate it and it would be far more efficient in the long run. Though he had to pause and think for a moment. Friends and allies? Well, allies certainly. They were all in Metallia’s service. But friends? No, he didn’t think he could claim that title from anyone present. Giving his head a little shake, he brought himself back to the present. Leaning in, Haumea kept his voice soft, determined to not spoil the party.

“My Queen,” he began, “I trust you will forgive me for being bold, but this news of gathering fewer starseeds gives me concern. I trust in you and know that your reasons for such a decree will be good. But I hope that this will not hobble myself or my brethren, limited in number as we are at the moment.”

Counting the dark-haired unknown, Haumea knew only of three Ascended senshi. And one was missing. Oh, he had been remiss in finding likely candidates and encouraging them. He silently pledged to correct that error. And now that he’d brought up his concern, he could start right now.

“I have been so wrapped up in delving through the Rift, my Queen. Are there others like me? Like Alkaid? Or is yon,” he tilted his head in the direction of the Ascended he’d seen, “the only other one? Starseeds are an efficient form of sustenance for us and if Alkaid is gone, I must rise up and care for my kin as she would.”



Lt Nacrite

Slipping from the party, Nacrite sighed. It had been fun and she would have liked to have stayed longer. But work called and she wasn’t quite at a place with the Dark Kingdom yet where she could give up her day job. At least she had information and something to look forward to as far as the club opening. And she’d make sure she was there one way or another.

Slipping through the hallways until she found an empty office that anyone could use, she ducked inside and whipped out her tablet and cell. She’d just go over her numbers real quick, make some notes, draft a few emails to be sent in the morning and then head back to the party. Easy breezy, lemon squeezy!

General Arsenopyrite

Arseno finally took the bite of the pasta that had come close to his mouth before, mulling on the words of Laurelite and Euchroite. Once he was done with that bite, he shook his head. "Personally, I don't like that type of environment, though I'm glad that you are willing to help out with it. If I were to help, it would be for a medical station in case anything happened.

"I think it is a good idea though, we do need more ways to rely less on starseeds while gathering the energy we needed." Even his plans had fallen through a bit and using starseeds of civilians was no longer an easy option for him. He had another project on his mind to do, though even starting it would be a challenge. Perhaps he could find some willing volunteers to try it out?

"Have you found anything to be difficult as a Lieutenant? I know not having a real weapon can be a pain, but there are ways to battle without it at least."

Euchroite appreciated Arseno’s perspective on the new venture and nodded in agreement. She understood his hesitation towards the club environment and respected his dedication to focusing on providing medical aid if needed.

"As for the challenges of being a Lieutenant, I have to admit that not having a traditional weapon has been an adjustment," she began thoughtfully. "But I've learned to rely on my abilities and training to navigate situations. It's all about strategy and staying one step ahead of our adversaries."

"One thing I've found particularly challenging is earning the trust and respect of those around me. As a former outsider who joined the Negaverse, I understand the skepticism some may have. But I'm determined to prove my loyalty and dedication through my actions."

“You are the only person that I have met so far.

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