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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:33 pm
The girl had been napping for days, laid out on some crystal slab as if the Negaverse had become home to a morgue, though Charonite had always been quite vocal about bringing back bodies. This one must be different, had to be different, as she was still breathing; her chest softly heaving up and down, the blackened scar in the middle still softly smoking. Whatever evil had been done to this girl had been done WELL, it was truly solid work, and might even garner some sort of commendation if the boss wasn't Charonite. This was what he expected of them, 110% and nothing less, and the fact that they actually delivered was just met with a curt nod. It was sort of boring, to see their great handiwork lying idle and just NAPPING, when they could have used her, added to the chaos of the past week, put a serious rock in Astraea's shoe.
Nova began to wake up. It HURT, like a thousand frozen bees stinging her at once, her heart in pieces and she didn't even want to bother to pick up the mess. Her eyes snapped open, like Bela Lugosi was keen on doing in horror movies, but the effect was lost as Nova was waking up alone, on a cold slab, somewhere new, somewhere horrifying. She sat up, her head pounding, a serious case of cottonmouth, not entirely lucid. Everything was the same, everything was different, and it was jarring and emotional and... Nova smiled.
Gone was the hesitation, the self pity, her throes of pain-- if any good could be said of being corrupted, it was that her priorities had been shuffled in to a new order and it was like a sort of frozen salve. She still remembered who she had been, though only as a Sailor Senshi; Sidra Winter's was well and truly gone, replaced by just the power, humanity receding, all is lost. It was cloying, it was magic it was GOOD. And Nova chuckled to herself and slid off the crystal slab, her only intentions being finding a glass of water. Her will was someone elses, now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 2:24 pm
Her will was someone else's -- and that someone else had the good timing to port into view as she was throwing her legs over the slab and trying to will herself to stand, testing out her legs, testing out her body. The General-King Charonite walked into the room, his voice echoing off the corridors before she even saw him -- and he was followed closely by a beautiful girl with eyes that were much too alert, maliciously alert, whose uniform appeared to consist with items you would usually buy off a fetish site and have shipped to you in a discreet brown paper package.
" -- and you'll be escort for -- "
The General-King stopped when he saw that Nova, still in her dress, her long hair brushing the ground, was standing. Awake. "Well," he said. "Convenient. Lieutenant, this is Nova -- the first senshi that we've turned over to the Negaverse. Learn quickly. If you learn ******** quickly, I won't have to tell you again; if I don't tell you again, I won't ******** learn you with things other than telling you nicely."
He added: "This is me ******** telling you nicely."
The leader of the universe took off his sunglasses to take Nova in. He looked at her curtly, up and down. "That hair's ******** ridiculous," he grunted, and looked back at Tanzanite: "So's yours. Get used to being pulled around like a god damned b***h, Lieutenant."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 2:52 pm
Thank you very much General-King Judgmental, but Tanzanite was quite pleased with her new threads. One didn't get away with wearing stiletto heels in Crystal Academy for Prisses and Bitches, and Tanzanite did so enjoy the quiet squick sound they made when sinking into the shoulder joint of a pinned human. Likewise, she enjoyed the echoing click, click, click they made as she strolled along after Charonite, her expression as cold as the Negaverse itself. There was no eagerness to her step, none of the jittery, giddy puppydog behvior that one might expect from the recently recruited Lieutenant. There was only the untouchable confidence that she wore like a cloak.
Tanzanite listened to the words with the same placid expression. In her short time as a servant of the Negaverse, and thus a servant of Charonite, she had learned one thing above all others: he ******** talked a lot, and he ******** talked with ******** ******** ******** ******** every other word. He talked so ******** much and with such use of ******** that she was beginning to automatically filter out the obscenities in order to get to the point of what he was saying.
Learn quickly and he wouldn't Rihanna her a**. Got it.
“Mm. Yes, General-King.” She noted quietly, the insult rolling off of her like water on wax paper. “ I'll wear it in pigtails next time.” Her monotone voice was as placid as her expression. Her hair looked ******** amazing – then again, so did the corrupted Senshi's – and Tanzanite let Charonite's words slip from her thoughts as she looked the woman over. There was a certain beauty in something so.. perfectly twisted.
"Lieutenant Tanzanite," she introduced herself, sparing no friendliness to warm her tone. This was the Negaverse, not the ******** kiddie pool.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:58 pm
Nova took both of them in, the tall girl with the bountiful purple locks, and the General-King, HER General-King, and though it didn't warm her frozen heart to see him it stilled her like a lake after a rock had been thrown in. He was dangerous, she remembered that. She also owed him her allegiance, she instinctually knew that as well. She wasn't aware of what she looked like, so she could only take his observation about her hair at face value. Ridiculous or not, it was what she had been twisted in to.
"Nova. Sailor Nova, I'm pretty sure I can ******** a lot of s**t up before they can even touch my ******** hair."
She cocked her head to the side, gathering her billowing shawl closer to her, her feet practically frozen on the dark crystal floor.
"Sir." Better late than never.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:06 pm
Charonite looked at her for the first time. "Well, there's none of the goddamned mouse left in you," he said. "Good, she was irritating. All right. You still can't ******** power down?"
Nova just looked at him.
"Thought so. That's the sting in the ******** tail." He didn't bother to explain this in any way to Tanzanite: she was quickly learning that as well as the ******** ******** ******** ******** he didn't bother explaining jack s**t. She had gotten the bare minimum she needed to understand what the hell she was even doing. "Tanzanite, you're on babysitting duty. I don't know if I'm going to have her infiltrate Crystal: problem is, she's like a ******** lightbulb that won't go the ******** off." (******** ******** ******** ********.) "Dress her in something that isn't... that."
He also said: "If you're awake, I'll need Nealite."
Lieutenant Nealite was used to being summoned by now -- appeared in front of the General-King, next to the now-standing Nova, with not a hair out of turn. Nealite was also extraordinarily beautiful. But she now had competition for 'outfit most likely to appear in a crunchy guy's magazine': and she had it in a younger woman.
A younger woman who was right next to Charonite.
A younger woman who was getting told, "Lieutenant Tanzanite, this is Lieutenant Nealite."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:37 pm
While Tanzanite might look like competition in some way, shape, or form, the chances of her taking significant interest in anything Nealite coveted (or anything in general, for that matter) was about as likely as Charonite squatting down and shitting out rainbows. Which, with the exception of the potential appearance of a Ranbow Senshi with a particularly unique diarrhea-inducing ability, was pretty ******** unlikely. Then again, one never knew with these people. They had Senshi of things that Tanzanite, in her human life, never would have imagined. It was likely that somewhere the Senshi of Rainbows lurked. Surely it was only a time until she stood face to face with the woman and listened to the challenge of “Prepare for sparkling defecation!”
Wait, what the ******** was Charonite going on about now?
If Tanzanite was confused, she didn't show it. Her placid expression had grown only to a faint, amused smirk as Nova spoke. Twisted, indeed, she thought to herself, observing the woman with a touch more interest than before. On the ladder that was Tanzanite's ranking of her newly-acquired peers, Nova rose a rung or two from “Unknown” to “Hey, at least she's not a p***y.” Only Charonite had attained the top-dog standing of “Please don't pull out my spleen, sir.”
It was a complex hierarchy.
“We'll have to do some shopping,” she muttered to Nova.
Nealite's appearance drew little response from the Lieutenant. Though Tanzanite nodded in acknowledgement, her mind abuzz with questions as to why the only other members of the Negaverse that she'd met so far were all attractive, questionably clad women with fabulous hair. Tanzanite shifted her weight from one spiked heel to the other while she mulled it over.
Someone's been abusing his NegaKing powers, eh Charonite?
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 5:59 pm
It had taken time, but Nealite had indeed grown accustomed to being summoned at the General-King's will.
She appeared as she always did when summoned into the world of the Negaverse, her short skirt and tight blouse replaced by her revealing lieutenant's uniform. Her mouth, already curved up into a smug grin, quickly fell down into a thin line as she noticed that there was more than just Charonite standing before her. That thin line drew even lower as she studied the scantily-clad stranger with long hair standing dangerously close to her General-King.
Nealite had not been the first to be called? It was evident, judging by the way the other two women stood by him. She had not been the first called and instead this.... this tramp had been? Around Nova, no less?
Keeping a straight face as best she could, she gave a curt nod in the direction of the other lieutenant as they were being introduced, her eyes immediately moving back towards the General-King. She refused to look at the other girl any longer than need be, and if this was some sort of message the General-King was sending her, he'd damn well better be out with it.
Her face still expressionless, or as best she could keep it, she nodded in her leader's direction.
"How may I be of service, sir?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:40 pm
"Why do I need a babysitter? Its not like I don't know what to do. Point and shoot, bam, senshi down. Besides, I think I can figure out how to pluck out a starseed. First hand encounter, and all."
Nova scoffed, pissed that she was being treated as sort of detriment to the "team" as it were, when she knew that she had a hell of a lot more going on in the power department than the other Lieutenants. Hell, in her mind she outranked them, excluding Charonite, of course. She was a nega senshi, she was powerful, she knew this down to her very core and the sheer audacity that she needed some sort of nanny, a "How to Be Badass" guide, as it were.
"Why bother with infiltration? Why the shady route? You won, Astraea's mind was <********>, I saw her rescue Sailor Nerissa," A shadow passed over Nova's face, "though you probably figured that out, but mentioning it now, all the same."
Nova scowled at the new arrival. What was this, slumber party central?
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 9:18 pm
"I take it back," said the General-King. "The mouse knew when to shut the ******** up. -- The infiltration is because as much as you like to think of yourself as some kind of ******** flak cannon, you child, you know nothing. You don't even have the ******** info I need to cut down what sailor senshi there are. If I was hoping to use you to out them I was hopelessly ******** mistaken. You'll go with Tanzanite and ******** like it."
He turned to look at pretty, flame-haired Nealite. "Tisiphone and Nova don't power down," he said. "You're the closest thing we have to -- well -- anyone who knows bullshit about disguises; Tisiphone will be more difficult, but Nova's bad enough. I don't care about this ******** doll-dressing s**t, but figure out a way to hide them and I will take care of the power signature. Tanzanite. Follow her lead."
It was going to be difficult. On both Tisiphone and Nova's chests, underneath their bodices, were dark black stars carved into their skin. Empty star hollows.
And then: "Tanzanite, I want you to take Nova out and see what she can do. And broadcast what she is as loud as ******** possible. Make them run. I don't give a ******** about anything except getting the word out. Scatter them."
He was angry. He was irritated. Charonite, normal.
"We've been waiting too ******** long on this already."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 10:02 pm
Tanzanite was ******** oblivious to the Negaverse pecking order (or c**k-sucking order, as the case may or may not be), so Nealite's lack of eye contact was interpreted as a simple, businesslike mannerism. Hey, how was she to know that the redhead was an uppity b***h? Besides, it was easy to put the other Lieutenant out of her mind as Charonite verbally bitchslapped Nova back into place. Tanzanite found no personal pleasure in seeing the girl reprimanded, but it gave her something else to focus on besides Lieutenant Playboy. Really, the senshi had a point, but Tanzanite wasn't about to argue when the General-King said Nova would go with her. Three reasons:
A – She liked being in charge.
B – She didn't particularly feel like having her teeth knocked out by an angry angrier General-King.
C – She was practically itching to get her hands dirty.
“I have just the plan.” she turned her gaze to Nova, and perhaps the first sincere expression of the night found it's way to her pale, pretty face. There was nothing but malice in the faint twist of her smile, and a shocking cruelty in her cold grey eyes. “Don't worry, I'll make it fun.”
“By your leave, General?” Tanzanite gave a formal bow.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 11:19 pm
One eyebrow rose as she listened to the corrupted senshi talk back to the General-King, the action unfamiliar to her. Only Khaldun ever had the gall to talk back in such a way to Charonite, which usually resulted poorly for him in the end. This girl, though, she had no qualms speaking her mind to the mighty Leader of the Negaverse, and Nealite had to wonder firstly, why Charonite was so tolerant of it, and secondly, if this girl really was that utterly stupid.
She met the shorter woman's glare with her own, her orange eyes narrowing with disgust. This little thing was supposed to be useful? She'd have been better off continuing as Sailor Nea; at least she could change out of the costume after sleuthing for the necessary information.
As the General-King's head turned to pay her attention, her eyes left that of the senshi's and met his, ready and willing for the command to come. The order that did come, however, was highly disappointing, to say the very least.
Eyes moved back to look the senshi up and down, and her chin lifted up haughtily, her expression giving away her clear distaste for the woman's outfit. "It will take some work, but it's not impossible. Depending on her cooperation, of course."
Nealite was honored, naturally, to have been entrusted with such responsibility, but it would have been a crime not to have enlisted her aid in such a task. After all, she was clearly the most fashionable of the trio standing before the General-King and had the experience to meet the challenge at hand.
The older woman folded her arms across her chest as she listened to Trampanite address Nova, her face returning to an unreadable state. She wasn't sure what to think of this hussy yet, and would wait to pass judgement...well, whenever she damn well felt like investigating further into the woman. While her attire left little to the imagination, her attitude was clearly something Charonite had approval of. Why else would he have her around?
In other words, she was definitely someone Nealite would have to keep an eye on.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 11:40 pm
"Of course I'll cooperate," Nova's tone was petulant, childlike, "Ma'am."
She wasn't helping her case, at least with the flame haired lieutenant. Someone who was trusted a great deal more than the other lieutenants, it seemed, by how quickly she was called on, and how quickly she assessed the situation. And Nova was the outsider, quickly being brought in to the fold but still outside. She didn't entirely feel the need to kneel and kiss Charonite's feet. She owed him a great deal, of course, but there was a nagging part of her that still wanted to rebel against this strict order. Probably a last niggling remnant of her un-corrupted Senshi self.
"I can still be a great deal of help, begging your pardon, sir," Still questioning, but at least a little more polite. Ever wanting to please people, Nova was flinching from being told that she was useless, "I don't remember being human, that part is gone, and so are all the memories that went along with it. But the others WILL remember me, and I can't help but think you could use that to your advantage. I was an important person to at least one of the Sailor Senshi-- and she was an important person to a lot more Sailor Senshi than I was."
Turning to Nealite, Nova bowed curtly, from her waist, a boy's bow.
"If you can make me look a little less... Negabaddie, I'm sure someone might recognize me. I concede to your will, and your fashion sense."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 11:49 pm
"You ******** better, because I'm bored of this girlie-a** s**t," said Charonite, apparently giving into the urge to complain about the old days when things had been better, and about these spoiled new kids and their condoms and their Playstations and their corsets and their Gucci heels. "When the Negaverse was formed they wore one ******** uniform and they took care of their own ******** disguise bullshit -- Ursula, you're in charge, Tanzanite's a greenhorn and if you can't order around a teenager and Nova I'll be seriously ******** disappointed in you. Don't disappoint me. You haven't in a while, and I find I don't god damned like the sensation."
And then, he looked at Nova.
"Guess what," he said. "News flash. You're help when I tell you you're help, then and not before. I don't care if you were dicklicking half the forces and Sailor Castor. If your old buddies see you? Make them regret flinching."
The fact remained: Charonite was a thirty-five year old man whose wardrobe consisted nearly entirely of military offcuts and wifebeaters. He was beginning to look as harrassed as any man did when faced with three women and the prospect of clothes: even a little lost, which is why he muttered to himself --
"Nemesis' sake, I can't believe this makes your ******** heels look practical, Ursula."
And he stomped out, throwing over his shoulder --
"Nova, practice your ******** teleportation."
Leaving the three ladies alone.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 11:58 pm
“Who pissed in his starseeds?” Tanzanite murmured to herself, watching the space where the General-King had just been.
Tanzanite's heels were perfectly practical. Just.. not for running. Or climbing. Or jumping. Or walking long distances. But hey, if you ever needed a mouse lanced by a heel, you knew who to call, and it wasn't the ******** Ghostbusters.
“Personally, I like your heels,” she said placidly as she returned her attention to the two women before her. Tanzanite took a moment to glance at each, before rolling her bare shoulders in a shrug. ”Ladies, I believe we've just been assigned a shopping spree.”
The Negaverse ******** rocked.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:18 am
She knew she shouldn't, but a small grin began to appear on Nealite's face as she overheard the other lieutenant's muttering. It was amusing in its own awkward way to see the General-King out of sorts; she hadn't heard him utter any comment about fashion since the day she'd stepped into his office wearing nothing but giant bowed pigtails and a senshi fuku.
"Thank you, darling," she returned cordially, her opinion of this new woman quickly rising with every moment she remained in her presence. Perhaps Trampanite wasn't quite as terrible as she'd assumed her to be from the start. As long as she stood out of Nealite's path for power, the orange haired lieutenant had no issues with her. ********, she'd just used the phrase shopping spree.
"I, for one, will most definitely be putting my best effort into the task."
Turning to acknowledge the senshi standing alongside them, Nea's head nodded in her direction. "Nova dear, are you ready for a makeover?"
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