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Lt Arsenolite

He searched her face, looking for anything wrong. A bit lost? Well, he supposed he had gotten a bit lost in things by the end, as well, but he was home, now. Safe, cocooned in the Negaverse, and with his girl. (...Could he even call her "his girl", though? But saying "his youma" sounded insulting, and "his youma girl" just didn't flow right. Yeah, okay, no, he was sticking with "his girl", anything else just sounded more wrong and silly).

"Yeah, no kidding," he said with another smile, resisting the urge to be more physically affectionate. The queen is here, he reminded himself. He couldn't be so disrespectful or rude, no matter how much his heart ached to brush his hand across Sakuriite's face and to pull her close into a deep and long kiss. There would be time later, when their public celebrations were over. Plus, things could always get a little more heated in private.

"I doubt it'll be the last," he continued, "there's gonna be plenty of White Moon who weren't at that battle. And I don't wanna be a debbie downer at this party, but..."

He frowned slightly. "Something tells me that the explosion didn't kill all of them, if any. They seem to have some kind of insane James Bond luck for getting out of sticky situations."

Shaking his head at the thought, "But we did take almost a dozen of theirs for our own. And dealt a huge blow to their morale, if not anything more." He grinned sharply.

Lt Arsenolite

Arsenolite hummed softly, enjoying the physical contact. God, he loved her. And her inhuman body.

"Yeah! My second," he said with a grin, "Because my first was for helping you get here, sweetheart."

He couldn't resist giving her a little kiss on the nose. "Let's grab them and get out of here, yeah?" he said, already pulling her away as he grabbed one of the pastry thingies she'd eaten.

He was definitely gonna need an energy boost.

Corrupt Senshi Actaea of the Harvest/Seble Granger

Actaea accepted the food and drink from the youma before she finally got up and stumbled her way to the infirmary to be treated for her injuries. Actaea still needed to work up the courage to ask someone how she was supposed to leave this place. She had no memories of this sort of thing. All she remembered were her normal life memories but being in this dark place she didn't think returning to that life was a good idea. She needed to find a way to start a new life and start over. She sighed as she sat in the room.

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Corrupt Sailor Mirzam

This. This kind of thing was what Mirzam loved. A party, that was also a power play, to remind their strange alien visitors that they were at the mercy of the Negaverse. Laurelite was wondrous, and Mirzam had never seen her before, but she would never forget what it was to be in her presence, to see her delivering orders with such cool, calm capability and certitude.

It was amazing. It was mindblowing. It made her shiver, just to see it. Someday, she wanted to be half as in control of everything around her as Laurelite exuded.

She wanted, so badly, to make the Queen proud, to make her look upon her with this same sort of pride in her eyes--but not for all of them. For Mirzam, personally. The thought made her shiver. To have the personal attention of the Queen of the Negaverse...

A pipedream, for a first-stage Senshi like her, but a girl could have her pipedreams. They made life more bearable.

Her eyes followed the aliens as they moved through the room, led by the youma Laurelite had chosen to escort them, and she let her thoughts wander, briefly. What would it be like, to bed one of them, she wondered? Certainly a new experience, though they all looked so uncomfortable that she doubted the opportunity would present itself. What a terrible loss.

At least she could console herself with the knowledge that Helena already seemed to be jumping at her word. That was the kind of power she craved, and even if it was only over one person, it was still power.

Cleeia had wandered off somewhere; she suspected he was looking for some breathing room after the battle. With the way he had acted with Chaos charging through him, she supposed he needed it. She wondered if, after this, he might display a little more zeal for his duties. Perhaps he had learned what it really meant to be fearless and powerful, tonight; Mirzam hoped so.

He had so, so much potential, and she couldn't wait to see it come out. There were so many opportunities in the Negaverse, after all, and Cleeia deserved to get to find his feet.

Tonight, though, she didn't want to worry about her brother. Tonight, she wanted to celebrate. And bask in the warm feeling of knowing that she had done her duty well and Laurelite was proud.

Perhaps things hadn't gone perfectly to plan. Perhaps they could have corrupted more, killed more, struck a firmer blow. Perhaps Order would be back tomorrow with another fight. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Mirzam did not care about "perhaps"es, except insofar as they meant that her time as a Corrupted Senshi was not yet over, and she would still get to power up and fight. She cared about success, and guarantees, and results.

And she cared about enjoying the food that was being provided, and the company of her fellow officers in a celebratory mood. Whatever else happened, at least she was having a thoroughly good time, and no one could take that from her.

Super Tired Albite of Retribution: In the arms of an angel.

Albite was happy to admit that he could've used some Starseed Sundays with sprinkles on top. Would've asked for all the extra toppings n' sauces even. Whatever it was the youma from the depths whipped up alongside that stuff. A Rift Ssurprise? Captain Crunch? Except what did they use for milk........

Eyed Adonis and Fulgurite - nodded acknowledgement. Said 'sure' - or at least thought he did something more than gaze up at the pair like a freshly concussed thing. Soft surprise for the realization that Sylvite had a whole a** team and life outsidea what he had knowledge of. That she had friends.

Pretty people to care for her, and that was pretty neat. Was how it shoulda been. A Badass General that was blades wrapped in pink chiffon at the center of a group that coulda given any boyband a run for their money - outfits n all.

Cobweb thoughts that tangled while Albite blinked for the feel of Sylvites thumb soft on his forehead. Frowned and felt gross for mucking up her pretty, well, everything. But he was sure that his frowning was making her frown and that wasn't ******** allowed. So he tugged on a curl and tried at teasing from where he felt the floor would gain a permanent Albite shaped imprint if given enough time. "Sylvie -- you've gotta thing for Senshi, huh? N' boys?" tut-tut-tutted - gentle scold - almost wanted to play at telling her she was too young for boys -- or maybe she needed a whole harem n' that was the answer?

Somewhere between A n B of all that.

N then she'd mentioned --- and he was part of Faustites team --- past tense being the imperative point of all that. A thing that was, Faustite who had been, and how did he tell the others? How did he tell Nembs, n Kicknboots, n Cela, n Lills. Where would they go? Did they get reassigned - would they even be given a choice when they'd formed something so fresh n new?

Wanted his Bossette so badly -- so suddenly that he almost coulda cried for her. Gave the ******** up on trying to stop that, because Faustite was in too many pieces and some of those pieces lived in him - ******** literally now - possibly - maybe?

So if Albite just, rubbed his stupid messy face into Sylvites nice soft, well manicured hand and bitched about it quietly. Behind his eyelids. Leaned all himself on her strength which was burried beneath ruffles aplenty - secret ninja abs n all- Felt a *thunk* of metal on his chest and ----

"The actual f u c k..." distraction of that for -- "Ohcoolamedal..." except he didn't know what it was for. Headpats and biscuits? Queen on the dias handing out 'attaboys' "Hey-hey-Sylvi..uhm...would you and your boys mind taking on..Idunno...a whole ******** team. Say if, our resident firebrand went up in flames?" and the medal really was sparkly, not that it should've been so distracting, but it was. Really just - and now Albite had a shirt to pin it on!

Lieutenant Carnallite

Bloodstone’s lack of an answer brought a frown to Carnallite’s face.

She hadn’t truly expected one. If his involvement was a secret before, parts of it were likely to remain a secret. Carnallite was only disappointed that she’d not earned the honor. No Lieutenant had, of course. Mostly Generals. A few Captains. A single Senshi. Carnallite was mildly surprised by that one. The Senshi had not been completely incompetent during their last mission in the Rift, but his quietness and the manner in which he often shrunk into himself did not inspire confidence.

Carnallite wondered what it was about Bloodstone that earned him the honor. She supposed his ability to keep his mouth shut might have something to do with it. The confidential nature of it surely required discretion as a skill.

They were presented with medals by the Queen. Carnallite would accept it with only a minimal amount of satisfaction. By her accounting, Roselite currently boasted a higher medal count than her. She thought it insulting. He was good for paperwork but not for much else. How he survived the night was a mystery to Carnallite. She thought for sure Bloodstone would have to find himself another houseboy.

Naturally, she blamed Bloodstone for the insult. He favored Roselite. Something about the wide eyes and the mousy looks, the nervous smiles and the shy, breathy voice.

It was, quite frankly, disgusting.

But it wasn’t like Bloodstone could do anything better when he had the sort of face that made him look like he was constantly on the verge of murdering someone.

“I’ll need a teleport back to Earth,” she reminded him.

b*****d wouldn’t even put her in for a promotion yet. All that talk about power to lure her in, and he kept it just out of her grasp.

“After that, I can get by just fine on my own.”

b*****d. a*****e. Utter p***k.

Why were they friends? Carnallite had to remind herself constantly, especially when that unpleasant face went smug.

She’d punch him if it wouldn’t cause a scene in the middle of the throne room.

Perhaps she’d do so the next time they went to the gym.



Lieutenant Roselite

Roselite frowned, almost matching Carnallite, except that his was less aggressive.

He couldn’t help but think Captain Bloodstone was making light of his injuries. Perhaps they weren’t severe, but the battle itself had been strenuous. Bloodstone was out of breath before. He was tired. He could use some food and water and a good night’s sleep, and whatever bandaging he might need. At least there wasn’t any blood that Roselite could see.

If there was, Bloodstone would probably make light of that, too.

The medals had Roselite ducking his head. It was generous of the Queen to present them with a reward. Roselite appreciated the gesture, but he had to wonder if he truly deserved it.

What did he actually manage to accomplish?

What did any of them accomplish? They lost the generators, didn’t they? How was that a victory?

Corrupt Hylonome

Throne room. Huh. Turquoise eyes cast around the immense room before they closed for a moment. Her own hands stilled as she breathed in the atmosphere before exhaling gently. The aliens left and the one who was running this show produced medals for her people. Her gaze watched the reactions around the room before she turned back to face ... what had Prehnite called them, their teammates? Hylonome considered Hatsya: the other senshi, for that is what she was, also had a hole in her chest and this newest addition, the purple & black clad senshi (Mizuki), did as well. That meant they were all alike. Next was Iolanthe: the gaze that she gave the other member of her team was one of frank appraisal. For now judgement would be withheld - but if Hatsya was able to tolerate her presence, and Prehnite seemed awfully fond of her - then Hylonome had nothing to worry about.

And then there was Prehnite. Hatsya called him a capable Captain. What exactly did that mean in this strange place? Her mind struggled to make sense of the structure that was on full display before she winced. It was a lot to apparently take in. Her eyes opened only seconds later when Prehnite brought up the subject of names. Racking her brain the senshi of edelweiss couldn't even come up with a response. Somewhere in the back of her mind it seemed like a door had been slammed close on information that she should have been able to spout off at the snap of a finger. The information now suddenly refused to come to the forefront. Her hand came up to rub at her forehead before she gave Prehnite a strange look. There was a touch of confusion in her voice as she gave the others her reply.

"Strange, I don't seem to remember what my name is. Is that normal?"

How did one suddenly just seem to forget who they were? She knew who she was right now; and what she was able to do - but who she was normally outside of being a senshi ... it was all seemingly gone.

Captian Half-Youma Lavendulan

A careful touch.

An acute awareness that someone sought to stop her from lashing out at the imputent Cadet. Lavendulan’s body became rigid, the free hand at her side flexed with the intent to lash out, to remove the hold and just-

Pivoting on one heel, she turned and paused. Familiar warm golden eyes looked down at her with a measure of concern.

Oh…! She froze.

Pupils fluctuate in size and shape, from thin slits to eclipsed suns surrounded by a thin rim of blue before settling on something far more normal than they had been.

Her General, her friend, asked if she was ok and she relaxed some then responded with a simple nod. His presence helped Laven center herself; a boulder beneath the churning waves to which she could hold onto for support until the storm could pass. Words did not come easily and so she chose silence if only to keep from saying something that would land her in trouble with the Sovereigns or Queen.

A side glance, pointed glare at the back of the Cadet who had spoken out. But once they were gone, out of sight and out of mind and well out of range of her magic, Lavendulan finally closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh, a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding since Lopezite grabbed hold of her wrist.

Lips pursed in self admonishment at her own childish, if not borderline feral behavior, her chin lowered, eyes downcast not wanting to acknowledge the worry in his eyes. Instead, with pointed claws, she reached for the side of his cape, held it out and busied herself with inspecting him.

Clothes slightly disheveled but otherwise whole; a few rips a couple stains but no wounds and not as bloody as she was.

Good- At least he was ok.

As a General she’d thought he would have been a bigger threat and thus a more immediate target for the White Moon to try and take down but it seemed, if only by his appearance, that he defended himself well. A small twitch at the corner of her lips, a tiny smile of amused pride in knowing that his strength and prowess would not be taken down so easily.

Even so- she should have been with him. As his Captain, Lavendulan should have been by his side defending the generator with him. But circumstances had her on the other end of the battle field and a part of her was glad for it because, as she began to calm down from the high of battle, a shroud of shame settled upon her shoulders knowing that for the first time her actions reflected her monstrous appearance.

Didn’t want him to see her like that, to see how much fun she had engaging in that battle despite being shot at with a blaster or hit with the broad side of a sheathed sword. Yes she still smelled like she’d just walked out of a Bath and Body Works but it wasn’t so thick as to make her sneeze. A blessing because god damn that was infuriating.

Rather than engage in conversation, Laven let go of his cloak and did something equally unexpected.

She hugged him.

Hid her face in the folds of the fabric that gathered around his shoulders and just let the relief that he was well wash over her like a rising tide. ******** all who saw or judged her display, she didn’t care; sometimes a hug was necessary and needed, even if the one doing the hugging was the one who needed it the most. A completely platonic gesture between friends and instead of dwelling on the thoughts of others, she allowed the Queen's praise to warm her and find solace in that they had performed within the bounds of expectations with no casualties. A few recruits added to the roster but none of them were her concern.