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Foramen had less trouble than most getting past the guard, thanks to his handy rift-tearing abilities. It also meant he had no need to arrive early or 'leave extra time' for unexpected mishaps. So he wasn't quite as early to the meeting as Europa - though he still arrived before the designated time.

He moved soundlessly through the abandoned office building. It was actually a very smart choice of location - structurally sound, fully furnished, and out of sight of both civilians and the Negaverse. Not that Foramen didn't like a good fight, but there was a time and place, and in the middle of updating their senshi database was not it.

When he arrived in the doorway to the conference room, he was greeted by the sight of Europa spinning in one of the plush chairs. One corner of his lips quirked upwards. It appeared the tomboy (if her uniform of pants, not a skirt, was anything to go by) had a hidden childish side. He remained where he was, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. He silently counted down how long it would take for Europa to realise she had company.

Foramen allowed himself a bit of a snicker as he took a seat. It had been kind of funny to see a senshi spinning around like a five year old visiting their parent at work. The laptop earnt a worried glance - Foramen hoped it wouldn't crash while trying to handle a connection to a mobile phone based on alien technology. Though, really, he would have had that worry about any human laptop, so Europa didn't have much to worry about in the way of Foramen judging the device (even if he never would never in a million years use a laptop like that).

"Nice desktop," he said, arching an eyebrow. He supposed that was one good thing about being the senshi of something in the same solar system as earth. The best he could find of Foramen-the-star was a tiny white dot in the middle of a scan of dozens of other tiny white dots.

"Good, let's just hope the editing software works properly. I don't know how well Mauvian and Earth technology will mix." He almost wished they had a cat to ask, but the only cats he'd spoken to were either insanely unhelpful (Astraea, Ophelia) or couldn't interact with the senshi phones at all (Zue). "Fingers crossed," he held up one hand to do exactly that.

Everything was still in the testing phase, really. Though at least the submissions from other senshi were coming through just fine - now they just needed to be able to sort them into some kind of organized relevance. And fix some of the writing - he scowled at the odd textspeak entry.

To distract himself, he removed a cylindrical object on a strap from over one shoulder. He placed it on the table between them. "I brought coffee," he explained. "In case you're anything like me and work best with a caffeine hit."

Foramen blinked as Europa produced her own hot drink. "Sure," he said, handing over the metal lid-cup of his own thermos. If it was bad, he would just wash it away with his own beloved coffee - he'd gone and gotten the good stuff, too.

"Goddamn Castor. Unless he can actually tell us if she has a special someone we can use against her," Foramen said with a scowl, "we'll be leaving that description out, thanks." And since it was Castor, it could just be a stupid insult, not even an accurate assessment of the girl's character. To be sure, some senshi might find it helpful to know if flirting could distract their opponent, but with their luck all this Variscite had done was turn Castor down - which just showed good taste, in Foramen's books.

"Did he actually give a description, or any reason why we should be aware?" From the resigned tone, Foramen wasn't expecting either.

Foramen rolled his eyes at Castor's descriptions. Of course he was describing the girls by cup size. "If the Negaverse have their own database, I hope they put him in as having a tiny d**k," he muttered. Was there any senshi more oversexed than Castor? ... Well, maybe Andeon. Foramen shivered at the idea of those two in the same room.

"Wait, wait," Foramen backtracked. "He's dating a Negaverse agent?!"

How did that work? Enemies flirting while going soft on each other? Or something civilian, then, oops, guess we discovered each others' secret identities? (And how goddamn stupid was Castor to let that slip to anyone, let alone someone who turned out to work for the other side.)

"I hope the romance is over," Foramen eventually sighed. "Adding her to the database is a good sign. I just hope he's still able to fight her properly." Not having been present for the fight Elysion fight, Foramen was unaware of just how seriously Castor could, and did, fight Linarite. Not that Foramen would have believed it if someone told him, either.

"Do I wanna know about the hammer? Comes with giant nails, too?"

The woman with the purple arm sounded freaky. And very much not the norm for the Negaverse. "Are they meant to have monster parts?" he asked. "I thought they liked physical weapons. Though, I guess, a hugely strong arm might be a weapon. Some kind or armour, or was it... um, alive?"

Foramen was weirded out by the idea. And more than a little intrigued. If it wasn't for the fact that Europa was sure this Tanzanite was a General, Foramen would have gone looking for her to find out for himself. But he wasn't about to take on a General by his itty-bitty-first-stage self.

Flipping through the entries, Foramen perked up as he saw some of his own appear. One of them was amended with a report form Europa, he noticed. "Huh. Looks like we've both encountered... Moonstone?" he read off the name, glad that Europa had identified the crazy woman. With a scowl, he complained, "b***h broke my arm with that mask. And she's still first level? I shudder to think what'll happen when the bi-polar freak levels up!"

"You're lucky you haven't met her, then," Foramen muttered as Europa typed away.

The notion of an arm eating someone made Foramen blanch. He reconsidered his desire to meet or observe Tanzanite, at least til he was Eternal or something and actually on par with an arm that ate people. Opening his mouth to ask how the hell an arm did that, Foramen reconsidered and decided he really didn't want to know.

When Europa mentioned the aliens and cards, Foramen thought back and frowned. "Vaguely," he said. It had happened right after Barren Pines, which meant he'd been hospitalised, or recovering from, for most of it. He thought he'd run into one of them, maybe, but mostly what he knew of the fights was hearsay from other senshi.

"Oh, I've heard that argument from them," Foramen scowled. A tiny, annoying blue-haired Captain flashed across his mind's eye. "I think it's a pile of bullshit. So what if we were born on different planets in our last lives? We were born here this life, and in my opinion, that makes us as human as they are." If not moreso, considering the senshi didn't have their souls corrupted by some evil force.

The mention of his planet calmed Foramen somewhat. In fact, there was something that was nearly a smile on his face as he recalled the visit to his star. "Yeah, I visited. That's a pretty cool trick our phones have there." He wasn't sure what to actually say about Foramen-not-the-senshi, since it had been empty. Eventually, he explained, "Big empty shell of a city floating in space, next to my star. Completely dead, and slowly decaying. What about Europa? That's a moon, right?"

It was not reassuring to hear that three out of three past civiliations were empty husks. If that trend continued - Foramen made a mental note to ask any other senshi he came across - then it was very worrying. If everything else out there was dead, why was Earth still alive? Was whatever killed the other civilisations coming for Earth? No, it had been too long since their past lives - considering other places in Earth's solar system were ruined, surely whatever caused it would have done the same to Earth if it were aiming to.

"I suppose that explains why we were reborn on Earth," Foramen mused. "There was nowhere else left for us to go."

Part of him wondered if the Negaverse had something to do with all the wiped-out celestial bodies. He dismissed it - if they were that strong, they would have taken over Earth by now instead of being in a deadlock with the senshi.

When Europa mentioned corrupted senshi, Foramen was more than happy to seize upon that as a distraction. "I have, two of them. It's a bit worrying, isn't it? The Negaverse can turn us, but we have no way of evening the odds... Ugh, and those holes in their chests!" Foramen shuddered. He definitely didn't want anyone sticking their hand in his chest, let alone ripping things out.

"I've met one named Hel - dresses like some loli-goth cross between Snow White and Little Red Riding Hood. Made me defeat a giant bat youma to get a stareed back off her. Though I suppose it's good that she was willing to be her spoils, instead of just nick off with them." More considerate that most Negas that Foramen had met. With them, it was battle it out against the Nega and hope to steal the starseed back and run away with it before they gave chase.

"The other was during that Elysion thing," a hand was waved vaguely, as Foramen had no idea how to explain it if Europa hadn't been there. "Male, used bells as his weapon. Stole one of them off him." Foramen gave Europa a fierce grin. "Sadly not one he used for his attack, but still. Battle souvenir."