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 Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:31 pm
After a few hours, at long last, she was ready.
It was mid-afternoon by the time she'd hopped the fence and onto Hillworth grounds, but Nealite had managed to time things just right and found herself in a deserted field heading towards a deserted gymnasium. It had been worth learning all the class times, she finally acknowledged, and she couldn't help but grin as she made her way off of the grass and into the gym. Her heels clicked against the linoleum loudly but there wasn't a soul in sight, thankfully.
Making her way towards her boss's office door, Nealite looked both ways to double check the area, making certain that no one else could be lurking. Once she was satisfied, she gingerly removed the long dark trenchcoat she had on, slipping it off and onto the ground by her heels.
Unable to banish the grin from her face, she rapped on the office door before twisting the knob immediately after. Pushing it open, she slid herself in before closing the door behind her, then turned towards her superior at his desk.
"General-King, sir." she acknowledged happily, sliding one foot behind the other as she gave him a formal curtsy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:48 pm
She had cornered Charonite drinking one of his cups of black coffee, and unfortunately was mid-mouthful when she walked into his office. What followed was more clumsy than she had ever seen on the General-King: he actually spittook, the mouthful becoming a fine spray, half-choked back into his throat as he stared at her.
He stared at her in the manner of a man who is unexpectedly faced with someone familiar coming into their room in trashy lingerie -- or, really, a man faced with an unexpected, slightly embarrassing strippergram. His eyebrows had shot up to his hairline, and he stared.
"Lock the god damned door," he spluttered.
He was still looking at her a little like a deer in the headlights; after a few moments, all he managed to mutter was, "That hair is ******** terrible, Lieutenant. Apt."
He took another mouthful of coffee, as though daring her to comment that he'd ever lost the first one.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:01 pm
She would enjoy this moment for the rest of her life.
Rising from her curtsy, the Lieutenant was quick to obediently turn to her side and lock the door. It wouldn't do well for her to be seen here, not with the scheme she'd concocted hours earlier.
"Aww, do you really think so?" She asked as innocently as possible, giving him a small pout as she moved closer towards the desk. "And here I thought you'd like it!"
Seeing her boss in such a disarray eased her nervousness, and she happily took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, careful not to wrinkle any of the lace and frills of her skirt. Nealite knew it would only be seconds before he turned things back into Serious Business, so she took advantage of the moment while she still had it. "After all, I did this especially for you."
Folding one leg over the other, her hands fell down on top of her lap, and she looked the General-King directly in his sunglasses.
"I have a proposal for you, sir, if you have the available time."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:36 pm
He was sitting back in his chair now, and his eyebrows had slowly come down to earth from their position trying to push back his dreads. Charonite placed the coffee-cup down on his blotter and looked at her; rested his head on his hand as he watched her, obviously coming to his own conclusions about the entire thing. That was, at least, a positive point about the General-King; he only made you explain if he really wanted your explanation -- and generally he really hadn't wanted your explanation anyway.
Well.
"I don't know why I never ******** thought about it before," he said aloud. "It's deceptively simple. Not the manpower -- the Negaverse was formerly a male-only organisation. Hah. Fight fire with fire."
Meditatively he added, "All those ******** frills will be their downfall -- completely god damned ridiculous in the first place. Anyone would buy it. Humans look at the dress, not the action. So. How are you going to execute this, Lieutenant? I'm all ears."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:03 pm
She smirked, nodding her head silently as he spoke. Nealite was quite proud of herself for this charade, but that pride swelled even more as her leader quickly understood her ploy and her reasoning for dressing up.
"Simple!" She announced happily, lifting one hand up as she spoke. "Sailor Nea, collector of star seeds, shall happily begin harvesting wherever and whenever she pleases, provided there are no real senshi around. Toss out a name, explain what I am, and the authorities will be on alert to capture or kill every last silly little twit of a senshi that's out there!"
Granted, she knew she'd have to be careful once the true senshi began to investigate the rogue that was slandering their name, but she had plenty of time before that point, right?
"Once we have stirred up enough attention, sir," she continued, her hand returning to her lap, "I'm certain both Grendel and I would make for the perfect bait, should you wish to find any senshi in your company. Why, Astraea herself might find it interesting that there is a Guardian running around with the infamous Sailor Nea and come out to investigate!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:11 pm
There was silence for a moment. "Damn," said the General-King after a few moments' thought. He took off his sunglasses to look at her -- clattered them down on the desk as he drained the last of his coffee. "This could actually work, Ursula. So long as there aren't any senshi around initially -- a senshi's going to see through the damned skirt in ten seconds, understand, a guardian cat quicker."
He set down the mug. "But get the public," he said, "and you're halfway to ******** victory then and there."
He was looking her over again, the hair down to the bodice down to the skirt, as though mentally critiquing how much she looked like an actual sailor senshi. "Sailor Nea," he said, and barked out one of his short bursts of laughter. "You look the part. Grendel won't. Get some polish up on that cat's ******** star, hear me? But you look the part."
Which was more than grudging compliment -- there didn't seem to be any grudge involved in it at all. "You'll have to build up your targets," he said. "The public won't be fed a shovelful of s**t right away. Don't attack a little grandma or a band of grade schoolers until you've made a name for yourself. And keep in mind -- you can't take a police sniper as much as a senshi can't. This is a pretty ******** dangerous job for a Lieutenant, Ursula. I don't expect anything less of you, but..."
He paused, then said roughly, "Don't just ******** lie down and die, that's an order. If you die you'll be on probation for the rest of the ******** year."
Was that a joke?
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:34 pm
"There is no could work, sir," she interjected, her eyes meeting his as her grin widened, "It will work."
Nealite, or rather, Sailor Nea nodded her head in understanding to what the General-King was saying. Her cheeks warmed as she watched him look her over, but thankfully this time, she had enough makeup on to hide away the obvious delight.
Grendel would have to have some convincing, but Nea was fairly positive she could win him over, if it came down to it. The mental note to use polish tucked itself away and she nodded her head once more. That would definitely take some convincing when it came to her tubby Guardian.
"Do you have any suggestions for where I should start first?" she inquired, curious to hear if he had anything particular in mind. Nealite knew first and foremost to avoid senshi at all cost, but everything else was free reign, as far as she was concerned.
As he gave his last order, the pink on her cheeks quickly turned to scarlet and become painfully obvious to see, despite the caked layers of makeup on her face. How was she supposed to answer that?
"I think I've had enough probation for one life time," the lieutenant laughed, nodding her head as she tried to ignore her own blushing. "And I will do my best!"
One more question had been lingering in her mind, and she debated whether or not to ask it. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her.
""And...if I were to run into Astraea again, sir? Should she be captured alive, or..? You had mentioned a 'soul' before, but I'm not quite clear on what you meant. Is that something I could bring back to you?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:40 pm
That made Charonite sink into deep silence. Gone was the faintly -- alleviated -- atmosphere where, apparently, he could joke about the entire thing. He leant back, staring up at the ceiling instead of at her, lost in thought. The office was chill.
"You'll never be able to jack her seed now," he said finally. "Lieutenant, if you want a chance to get Astraea, knock her the ******** out, you hear me? Don't engage in any other way. Don't bother talking. Don't ******** this up. She needs to be unconscious, and then you just leave and bring her to me."
Eventually, he added: "I want her dead or alive, but you'll never manage the former. No, don't argue -- Astraea's a ******** thing apart, Lieutenant." Was there an obsessive glint to his eye? "She's another ******** thing apart."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:58 pm
As soon as he fell silent, she'd wished she had never uttered a word about the silver feline from the start. What little bit of temporary happiness she'd been feeling was quickly forgotten amidst the now solemn office. Nealite shifted uncomfortably in her plastic chair, feeling awkward and out of place for the first time since she'd walked through the door.
"Yes sir."
Her voice had softened significantly, her eyes having moved down to watch the inanimate objects on his desk as opposed to his serious expression. Part of her wished she was able to achieve such a task, to win the ultimate favor in Charonite's eyes. Another part, however, hoped Astraea stayed very very far away from her as she carried out this mission. The cat was a menace, and one day she would be powerful enough to properly take her on, but for now she would continue on with her missions as means to please her General-King.
"I will do everything in my power to succeed. Your faith has not been misplaced."
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