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 Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 6:05 am
I was a touchy subject to approach a Nega with plans to go against direct orders. For the mos part, Wolframite didn't want to involve the people he considered his home, his family, into the mess he was about to create. However, he also knew the senshi were lacking in a lot of training and basic blood-lust. If this was going to work, trained Negaversers were a asset.
That didn't mean he didn't feel guilt as he adjusted the white mask he wore as part of his disguise, complete with a black cloak with the hood up, black capelet that hid the top half of his body, and a black, plain pair of pants that hid the rest of his uniform underneath.
WP, as he dubbed himself, moved towards the signatures, but not as a superior. Then again, he wasn't sure yet as a ally or a enemy either until he knew what this Nega felt. This was the most dangerous part. If he tipped off any Nega who noticed a Chaos signature was recruiting to go against the DMC in any way, a investigation would happen and he was high on the list of suspects. He couldn't let that happen.
Taking a deep breath, he moved down from the tree he was hiding and started to approach the Nega signature.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 6:01 pm
Ever since her training with Captain Labyrinthite, Zircon had slowly grown less cautious with her patrols, roaming through Destiny City's alleys and shadows with the presence of a lieutenant who knew she could hold her own in a fight. Here and there she felt blips of various auras across the landscape, but it did not deter her from the streets, whereas a scant few weeks ago she would have been scrambling for a chance to hide and power down. Gone was the shivering lieutenant, the woman afraid of the shadows and the occasional slippery feeling of a senshi: when she raced across rooftops, her mind traced every familiar route, feeling the exultation of being in control of a situation. Even if she were confronted by someone from Order, she was faster, and she knew the pathways better than just about anyone. There were certainly perks to being a long-time lieutenant, if one cared to look.
Even the park, an often contested zone, did not give her the same sense of hesitation she might have felt before. She paused, of course, to feel out the area for signs of a high-level senshi, but after her initial assessment she bounded to ground level, slowing her pace as she walked the low-lit windy paths. From the ground, at least, she could be confused for a civilian, and it was in this guise that she did most of her farming. The walkways were empty, but that wasn't so unusual for this time of night, and she had enough pocketed energy that she could afford to be patient.
The familiar warmth of Chaos crept over her so slowly that for a moment Zircon failed to even realize she was being approached. However, in the interest of maintaining an air of alertness she turned to face the oncoming figure, tilting her head as she took in his attire. No one she'd ever seen in the Negaverse meetings had ever looked like that, but then again, he could have been anyone. Either way, she kept her posture tall and open, her expression calm and her tone amicable. "Good evening," she called out, keeping her distance in case this turned out to be some sort of training exercise. "You almost snuck up on me there. Is there something you need?"
There was really no need to question the mask. She'd seen far stranger folks take up the mantle of Chaos.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 8:25 pm
He was wary to involve those of low rank. The DMC had a very large group of hard-hitting officers, but every new person mattered in the end. Not only that, but one lieutenant was by far better than a higher level senshi due to their training and practice. Senshi flailed around and relied too much on magic, while the Negaverse relied on tactics, power, and skill. They didn’t rely on one attack of magic. They were versatile, and they knew the importance of their team and working together. They had blood between them not by birth, but through fighting. It was why he felt that the Negaverse would care about the DMC and what they had done to their comrades. They were owed a chance to fight back – if they wanted it.
“There is something must talk about – something that could be dangerous for the both of us. But before I go any further, I want you to answer me with all seriousness.”
“What are your thoughts about the DMC?”
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 8:13 pm
Zircon had taken orders from many different faces of the Negaverse, though never one who had been so tight-lipped about the nature of his message. Her face scrunched mildly, and with it her posture stiffened. Was this a test of sorts? The Dead Mirror Court were, in all measures of technicality, allies to the Negaverse, but she had never cared for them, and had even gone so far as to attack one who had been patrolling on her turf. Was that what this was about? Her beatdown of Virtus had happened months ago, and the hand of justice was generally swift when dealing with agents of Chaos. So why now, of all times? Why some unknown officer? Nothing seemed to add up, and it was making the lieutenant visibly tense.
Was she supposed to spill her unpopular opinion to this stranger? Was she supposed to confess everything? As much as Zircon hated mind games, this left a particularly nasty taste in her mouth. However, his signature did bear the resonant warmth of Chaos, which meant they were allies. Zircon decided that her best plan of action was to come clean, in case he was trying to catch her in the act of lying as well. "They're allies, according to the General-Kings, but...at the end of the day, they're still senshi. Once we handle the White Moon, we'll need to keep them at bay as well. They're an ally of convenience more than one of shared ideologies, and it's only a matter of time before we turn on each other."
Zircon crossed her arms and tilted her head, trying to discern who it might be under the mask. Alas, it was no use. If he made a face in regards to her answer, it didn't show, leaving the lieutenant in a precarious position if he decided that she said the wrong thing. "Why do you ask?" She shifted all of her weight to her back leg, ready to spring backwards in case he began some form of punitive action.
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