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"HEATHER!"

Demy lay sprawled on the living room floor, crayons spread out around him as he colored away at....whatever it was he was working on. Work...play, it all used crayons so sometimes one simply couldn't tell. This particular project had a rather colorful scribble in the corner that resembled his super amazing General outfit.

General Scheelite, he still couldn't believe it!

"Should I use navy blue or this green for the sky?" 'This green' was of course the brightest shade of green he could find in the box. Yeah...it was definitely just a random project and nothing of significant work purpose.

It was a pretty normal day, all days considered, even in spite of some of Demy's behaviors that Heather was still trying to become accustomed to. All in all, things were proceeding in a typical fashion. If it weren't for Demy, things might have actually seemed a bit boring. There was no hint that anything interesting or out-of-place was going to happen this afternoon, except perhaps a visit from some solicitor that they'd close the door on and the promptly forget about.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Behind the door there was a pretty, petite woman, with mint hair all done up in giant corkscrews and an expression so placid it was borderline eerie. While she was dressed rather professionally, there were no hints that she was trying to sell anything: there were certainly no pamphlets or flyers on her person. Curiouser yet, there was no sign of any foreign cars having been parked anywhere nearby.

"Hey, purple is always an option." the girl replied, her tone chastising the boy. She grabbed up her soda, taking a sip and had little time to respond before Demy was up on his feet and running to the door.

When she finally got a chance to speak, Demy was already there. She looked at him and shook her head. "Uh, no I didn't invite anyone over. Maybe it's the newspaper boy. He's usually around about this time." while Demy was distracted she turned back to the television, finally setting on a fashion show that seemed to be only about halfway through.

"Try not to scare them away okay?"

"My name is not Demetri! Arghhhhh seriously, don't call me that! Please? ....Wait...how did you?..."

Few had ever called him that name. Few even knew of that name. So the boy simply stared and stared more as she let herself in to try and gather his thoughts on who had -ever- called him that.

"Er....afternoon, I guess?" The boy peered around Vasilisa, offering Heather a shrug before inching his way back around to the newcomer's front and eying her.

"...I know you right?"

He was just a bit slow on the uptake.

"Queen Beryl was able to give me a lot of your names when I asked," said Vasilisa. "It seems she retained some memories from her old vessel that could still be put to good use."

She sauntered her way in further, stepping mindfully around a scattering of colorful crayons that had somehow made her way onto the floor. "I've spoken to you under the name Laurelite before," she explained, as a Tickle-Me-Pink was sent rolling a ways by the tip of her shoe. "Back at my post in Europe, some called me Vasilisa when we were... off-duty."

'Off-duty' for her just meant powered down. There was really no such thing as off-duty in the Negaverse, as far as she was concerned.

When Vasilsa announced she was actually Laurelite, shock flushed through the lieutenant's system. She presumed the visit was due to Scheelite's recent, and she was sure for some, mind-boggling, promotion. But of all the times to pop in it had to be when Demy was running around playing with crayons and make believe capes. Clearly promotions didn't come served with a side of maturity. Demy had been buzzing around on his high ever since it had happened.

At least Demy had the common sense to try to tidy up his mess... too little to late, but it was an effort.

"I see, well, do make yourself comfortable. Is there... anything we can do for you?" the lieutenant offered (as humbly as she was capable of). Outside of Scheelite's promotion the only thing she could garnish out of a visit from a General Queen was that there was work to be done.

Where Heather was polite and seemingly had her s**t together, Demy was all over the place in his attempts to save his crayons and not seeming to mind what kind of impression this put on the visiting General Queen. He did, at least, straighten back up to listen to Laurelite's statements (the mention of his promotion made him grin! but the name made him frown), and following question. However his arms were full of crayons and he had a general air about him that read child.

The boy shot a look to Heather before quickly launching into his answer. What did the Negaverse mean to him? Well...everything!

"Ma'am, my name's Demy if you don't mind..." The name Demetri still made him twitch. "and thank you! I'm doing my best to live up to the title!"

As he talked the blonde set his crayons safely back on the table. The more he spoke, the more that childish air went away and the Negaverse General within shone through.

"The Negaverse is everything to me, ma'am! Heather here has been awesome and taken me into her home and family, and to me that view extends to all the officers. Heather's my sis, but I view everyone as members of my family that deserve my protection. I'd do anything I can to help them! I've got lots of ideas too, to help make sure we've got plenty of recruits and that they all get properly trained!"

"The Negaverse really means the world to you, doesn't it..." she observed, cool gaze resting on Demy's electrified expression. The question didn't really need much in the way of confirmation. His thoughts on the subject were completely obvious; the enthusiasm he had for it was almost a tangible force in the room. "I suppose it can serve that purpose, for those in need of one for whatever reason... whether they never had one of their own, or found the one they did have to be... lacking..."

The fingers of one hand curled and rippled in her lap, just a bit.

"But Heather is right too, you know." Vasilisa's attention slid its way other to the apartment's other tenant; the junior officer of the Dark Kingdom. "The Negaverse wasn't formed to be a family. Its primary reason for existing isn't to give people one. We have a mission to carry out... and it is the duty of each member of this family to see it through."

She paused -- looking briefly at the television, as if it were another audience member -- and then brought her gaze back to each of them in turn. "Do either of you recall what that mission is?"