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She'd been looking at the general rosters, re-familiarizing herself with names, if not faces, of who was supposed to be the membership of the Negaverse. There were some few new names to the list since the last time she'd looked it over, but not a great many.

Nevertheless, one among them caught her eye. Her meeting with General King Zinkenite, her hopes for a team, these things were months and month...half a year or more old. But here was a name among that list that on that merit alone was worth looking up- Ravens. She had a need, thematically, of the black birds of crowns. She'd never heard of the corrupted senshi otherwise. The person could be completely suitable or unsuitable in personality, which meant the first action should be hunting them down and finding out more. Lellouch. Could be anything, really. Hopefully easy on the eyes.

Harassing some Infos revealed that the county cemetery was a possible searching place. Captain Schörl teleported to the front gates and entered, feeling out as she traversed the darkened, quiet roads among the standing stones. As the primary secular resting place for the city the place boasted about 300 acres to its variable stages of development from what had historically begun in the 1840s as only a hundred. People were always dying to get in.

Finally, after about half an hour of trotting, she picked up a negaverse aura and started for it. If she was lucky, it was the corrupted she wanted and not some other a*****e playing at being a resurrection man.

Schörl did not slow until she was conversational distance, shifting from trot to walk and then standing smoothly. "It may be so. "

"I'm looking for Lellouch. Senshi of Ravens, " the bodice wings and feathers seemed like a confirmation enough, but it was better to be certain than a complete fool. "That would be you?"

A chortle drew the captain's mouth up in a half smile- here was one that was rather informal, wasn't she? It made introductions fast and easy. "Schörl."

"I've some experience with Alchemy. One of its chief pursuits is the transformation of the Base into the Noble. There's a whole synergy of different materials, a philosophy that I find applicable to people. To teamwork. "

"Symbolism is very important to people. But it can be literal or it can be figurative. You would be one of the literals- There's seven stages and seven animals that different experts use as the representations. The Black Raven, the one that confronts the darkness of the soul, putrefaction and decomposition seated in the Ego...I wanted to meet you. To see if you were interested in Teams. "

"Or if you were even suitable."

The captain laughed. "What is this, a Kickstarter? It only get pledges if there are already others? What are you, a sheep?"

"I look for Ravens, and I find stock of slaughter instead?" Schörl grinned, hopping onto the edge of a tombstone, hopping from one to the next in a casual exercise of balance before pausing on top of a cross and turning on the ball of her boot. "You are the first I have approached, Lellouch of Ravens."

"And I do not ask for promises tonight. Enjoy your independence, or a different team as you like. Be tepid. "

"She has a temper." Schörl cooed.

With a precise flip, the captain landed behind the senshi- uncomfortably withing personal space but not yet touching. Her voice pitched to a whisper, "You're in a monarchy, luv. "

"There is no your way. There's only Her way. I am hers. You are hers. "

" 'Your own' is illusion. " And an interesting little want to keep a track of, for the SpecOps. Self possession is a dangerous ideal. "Do you have an officer handler? Who oriented you?"

Bischofite

Schörl grinned, "Well, birds of a feather really do flock together."

I wonder if all that he will bring down will wear feathers. I wonder if who we touch with our magic, such as it is, can be affected so. Details, details. The simplicity of interaction had dovetailed well enough into what read as a degree of standoffishness. The captain was not phased. "Do you share in his unique views and methods of operation?"

"Not conversant in what philosophy and ideals you do follow? If any, " Schörl stepped back from her again, like childishness was something catching. The only reason he'd call you that in response to that subject is if you're distinctly not, I think. Or just coasting along, just listening to orders and following them without any considerations about what or why.

How would one manage being an automaton and demanding their own way all at once? It seems so storybook, 'I just want to be a real little girl'. Pinocchio. "That's sufficient, then."

"Better nights, pet." The captain tipped an imaginary hat to the corrupted.