And they were going to. That part wasn't a lie. Mica felt that she had put off her report for far too long and now with the new responsibility on her shoulders (that being a certain rainbow haired snake), she figured it would be best to kill two birds with one stone. The important matter of Buddingtonite's misconduct needed to be addressed, and Mica wanted to be there to witness his punishment, whatever that may be.
She had already worked up a great scenario in her head. The look of horror on his face when Howlite turned on him, and she wondered how he would be punished. Would it be light, like Serpentine's? Or would a little of the old Negaverse show through and she'd have a starseed to her collection? Not that Mica longed for his death, but it would give her his condo and access to his funds... something she wouldn't turn away if given the opportunity. But it was hard to predict this new order for the Negavese, and thus, Mica tried to keep these thoughts to herself, as she motioned for the Captain to follow her.
The trip through the Great Halls did not bring Captain Buddingtonite the same joy and wonder as it once had, and if Mica would have turned around, she would have noted how he did not once look at the glass nor the creatures that clawed at them. He was actively trying to ignore their existence, when weeks ago he was harmless taunting the youma on the other side, back before he knew exactly what, or, more accurately who they once were.
That night, something changed in Buddingtonite, even if he wasn't completely willing to let it show. His mind kept trying to bring up the event, but the other part of him kept forcing the thoughts back, instead replacing them with more pleasant ideas, and his mouth was running, per usual, speaking of trivial nonsense that he knew Mica to not be listening to or really care about. He was talking about random things, anything, absolutely anything that had nothing to do with youma.
He knew that anyone with half a brain might have suspected that something was on his mind and his constant babbling was merely a cover up, but he wasn't willing to offer them the story. Not unless there was a lot of bourbon involved.
It wasn't until they had reached a particular office that Buddingtonite finally seemed aware of his surroundings, and he gave Howlite's office a glance, before bowing his head to the other Captain in a mocking manner. "This is where we part ways, my lady. See you back at the manor, or should I expect you'll be preoccupied for the remainder of the eve-woah!"
He didn't even get to finish his sentence before she grabbed his epaulette and forced him to turn around, and her words were loud, crisp, meant to announce their arrival.
"Captain Mica and Captain Buddingtonite, reporting in, General-King Howlite!"
Indubitably
Hope this is a good enough start. Let me know if I need to change it.
