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Chalcanthite entered the Rift with a pouch that had a few starseeds in it to throw out at any youma that might try to attack him as he explored. The landscape was unlike anything he had ever seen, it was gorgeous yet somewhat difficult to find your way around. After awhile of climbing and navigating, he made himself a little area to sit and pulled out his sketch pad. He started by sketching the ragtag group of youma he saw in the distance, they each reminded him of wild dogs, fighting over something that he couldn't quite see. They were fascinating yet, like wild dogs, they quickly went to violence instead of sorting measures out. Were there any intelligent youma to be found or had they all been scooped up be officers before he had gotten here?

It was quite relaxing, sketching the landscape in front of him, splashing bits of color on his drawing as he continued. This was something he took pride in besides his music. He had been drawing for most of his life but it had been ages since he had out that talent to good use until he had joined the Negaversre. Now he was drawing up representations of the senshi he had met as well as of the landscapes he thought were interesting or beautiful. Even if it was for his own amusement, he took pride in his work. As he finished the first scape, he tore it out and placed it beside him so he could sketch something new when it caught his eye.

Chalcanthite twitched slightly at the feeling of his hair being played with, was there someone behind him now? He carefully turned around after a moment to see an extremely odd looking youma. "Oh My." He took another page out of his sketchbook and began to draw the youma that now had the end of his braid in his hair, not even wondering if the youma might attack him. Which after a moment he remembered that he had a few "snacks" for the youma if a distraction was needed.

"You are... quite interesting. I wonder, do you understand what I am saying? I apologize if I offend you but I have yet to really meet any intelligent youma besides my general's personal one." He paused for a moment and made a square in the air with his fingers to make sure he had the proportions right on the drawing. After getting the sketch part down he took out an eraser and cleaned it up before starting to add a bit of color. When he deemed it viewable he turned it towards the youma, half wondering if he could talk. "What do you think?"

He almost jumped when the youma spoke, it was extremely interesting that the youma no only understood him but could critique the art with a bit of wit. He almost made some sort of fan girl noise when the youma sat before him almost like a human would. Maybe there were intelligent youma still out here! That would be amazing, especially if he could learn more about other things by speaking with them.

"Oh! I am Chalcanthite and my General is Natron. It is quite nice to meet you Bazzite, though I am quite shocked to meet such an intelligent youma. Do you see many agents around here since the Rift Party?"

He reached out and shook Bazzite's claw hand carefully with a smile after putting down the charcoal that was in his hand. It was an odd feeling, he half thought his hand might pass through like when he contemplated petting Airitech. Maybe some youma were more solid than others or at least had the ability to be not as solid? Either way this was really cool, sitting down with a youma. Maybe the could have a chat or something for awhile.

"Dat a**? I never thought to look at his posterior before actually. That is quite amusing though. I wonder what he would say about that, it would be quite funny to see his reaction I bet." He laughed a little with the youma, he was such an odd fellow.

"Oh my, sounds exactly like when I was down her for the Rift Party. I had quite a few on me but I managed to make it at for the most part in one piece. I was in here not that long ago because I was summoned but I thought it might be nice to see a little more of the Rift from time to time. Youma are so interesting and variant. It is beautiful in its own way to see them here in the place they call home. How long have you been here if it is ok for me to ask?"

He watched carefully as the pack of youma scattered, it was like watching a pack of wild dogs almost but not quite the same. There was something alien about it that made it different but not by much.

"That would be a bit odd to see a watch on a youma, much like a hare with a pocket watch." The youma then made an odd face and chuckled, it was kinda funny seeing the way his facial features were articulated. They were human yet not and it was quite fascinating as he spoke since the voice was off as well and not quite right to place.

He looked at the pouch for a moment and nodded, it was when Bazzite got in close did his smile fade momentarily as a slight twinge of fear set in. Part of it sounded like a threat but not a direct one. He would have to be a bit careful and listen to the wise youma's words. He gulped slightly, quickly wondering if he had heard it. When he leaned back Chalcanthite smiled a little bit over the fact that things were back to a conversation and not spiraling into a fight.

"No, I have only met two Generals. One of which was only for a moment and not in the best of situations. The other was Natron, who is the one who opened my eyes so to speak. Also, would you like one of these starseeds?" Keep him full, a stuffed predator was less likely to attack. Plus he was being quite approachable so far so maybe things would be fine.

Chalcanthite admired the youma's reference to the story by Lewis Caroll but part of it sat a bit oddly with him. The metaphor was spot on though now that he had a chance to think on it, if he was not careful he would end up being eaten or "beheaded" by a queen so to speak. "Only a few find the way, some do not recognize it when they do and some... do not ever want to." He smiled slyly like the cat he had quoted because it was nice to have someone to joke with on less clear levels.

As Bazzite accepted the offer for a starseed he rummaged around his his little pouch and pulled one out, offering it for him to grab. "Yes, he did. It was an event I cannot forget." Tanzanite? He had never heard the name before but it did seem familiar from when he had been searching through the files in the negaverse database before preparing to upload his own data that he had gathered on senshi. "Half? Wait, you mean to say that we can turn into..." He paused as Bazzite gestured to himself. In that moment an odd feeling came over him, he was curious yet horrified that an agent could turn into a youma. Part of him wanted to know how so he could avoid it but, there was another part of him that wanted to know how so he could see the signs and perhaps befriend or make a list of all the possible turners.

As the ideas turned in his head, he had almost noting to say at first as the realization of what this youma was or had been finally had hit him. "Curiouser and Curiouser is it not? Also my condolences for your loss of her. I am curious how you become half or whole youma though, do you remember what caused the event in you if it is ok for me to ask? I know it may be a touchy subject so I do apologize if I offend you at all."

"I see, well that is good in its own way. Those who were closest are effected by loss the most." It was slightly unnerving to watch the Youma devour the starseed like a piece of popcorn. He was human in actions yet not at the same time which fascinated Chalcanthite to no end. Perhaps becoming a half youma or whole youma had perks that being human did not but, he did not want to experiment on himself with that matter.

"That is quite interesting, a grafted on arm to form some sort of bond with the human. I have not heard of Zanazziite, I may look into her though for curiosity's sake though." It was then that he realized that it had been a promotion gone wrong in a sense. Had a general or captain tried to promote Bazzite and caused this? It was very odd but interesting in a way. "Was it Benitoite that caused this? Or was it someone else if you do not mind me asking? Curiosity is unfortunately one of my driving forces." He smiled a bit and laughed softly.

"I see, that sounds like one treacherous bridge to cross. Interesting to consider nonetheless. So what kind of things do you well, do? I am not very well versed in what youma do outside of what I have seen occasionally. Or is there anything you would like to ask me since I have been asking quite a few questions?"

Chalcanthite pondered the possibility of becoming immortal but what would the cost truly be? Would his visage be a horrifically disfigured one in the end? He took notes on the youma's replies for future reference, especially the names of other youma turned agents. Another question nagged at him but he wasn't sure if it would be the time to ask just yet. How immortal was the creature before him and what could potentially end that immortality? Tapping his foot slightly as he wrote, he pondered the link that Benitoite had with Bazzite and what significance it might have.

After a bit longer he took his leave, refraining from staying too long in this other world so he could avoid being eaten or getting trapped here,