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In the Negaverse, news, speculation and rumor spread like wildfire, and there hadn't been a lot to talk about in a long time. So when news of a demotion and several other members being branded traitor, well, of course it was bound to reach everyone's ears, in some form or another.

Bismuthite just so happened to be closer to the source than most.


BIsmuthite wasn't exactly well known in the Negaverse. If anything, he was known as Wolframite's guard dog, close and protective. The majority didn't know that the two were lovers, not that Bis didn't try to make it known - he was a very possessive and jelous person. Otherwise, he was known as 'the guy with the cowboy hat and the pink.' He didn't do much to stick out. Really, these days he saw it as a chore, and wasn't really a die-hard warrior. He was in it for what little benefit there was for himelf. A chore - yes, being in the Negaverse these days, coming in and turning in energy quotas, it was a chore. His footsteps echoed down the dark torch-lit hall as he was leaving from turning in said quota.

Bismuthite stopped and glanced over his shoulder before turning towards the lieutenant. The general had a very rigid, if not disinterested, demeanor about his - as is he were prim, proper, and all together holier-than-thou. Cold, almost, and most certainly dangerous. It was true, Bismuthite saw most others as beneath him - pawns at the very best. There was a lifetime of reasons for that. And then...there was that pure love and devotion for Wolframite that made him seem almost human again. Otherwise, Bismuthite played the villain quite well.

"Yes, lieutenant?" (eff long voice descriptions, he has Devil May Cry 3 Virgil's voice, pretty much. WIth a dash of Android 17.)

And it seemed the Negaverse had their tank. With their line of work, being more lithe worked in the Negaverse's favor when it came to stealthily acquiring energy, or nimbly dodging an attack. On the other hand, sheer physical power was an asset too. Well, not as much now, but when there was more real fighting.... Things were so boring now. This war seemed to be at a long, long stale-mate. Nothing was happening...and that was worrying.

A friend? While Bismuthite was glad to hear that Wolframite, Ladon, had friends, he was a possessive person. Because of that, he bit back the urge for further posturing.

"I can't say he is 'fine,' because he is still nursing a wounded ego and arm, but he came out of the situation alive. For his proclaimed 'treasonous' act of gathering an army of both chaos and order, against the Dark Mirror Court, he was demoted to lieutenant, and branded, among a few other things. But he is alive."

That was the important thing.

"While I by no means enjoy the prescence of the DMC, in fact I loathe it, his stand for revenge against the DMC for things the Blood Moon Court did was misplaced. The majority of the DMC had no part in the Blood Moon, or the things they did to him and other members of the Negaverse. It is very much like scolding a dog for something they did hours ago - they have no knowledge of what they did to deserve punishment. If he is to seek vengeance than it should be at the individual former Blood Moon senshi, regardless if they stayed with Order, or turned to Chaos. But, then again, when it comes to the things he went through at the hands of the Blood Moon, and trying to reason with him, well....you'd have better luck convincing the rivers to reverse their course." Bismuthite shook his head.

He'd tried to reason with Wolframite, but it was to no avail, and now look what had happened! Now if Wolframite still sought revenge, it was too risky - he'd lost his power.

Well, Bismuthite always was a wordy sort.

"That was my intent - to spare Wolframite any more poking and prodding for answers than need be. He worries a lot about how others see him, and yearns for acceptance and approval. His demotion weighs heavily on him. If I can make the burden lighter, then I will."

It seemed to always be on Wolframite's mind, and he didn't need others making him tell it over and over again.

"He needs support, knowing that his actions have not cost him his friendships. That is the best we can do for now. I'd urge you to offer to accompany him on patrol when I am unable. He has made enemies in his time here - many that would take advantage of his loss of power."

He was sure the Lieutenant would catch his meaning - that Wolframite needed protection. he now had but a flimsy jump rope to fight with...it certainly wouldn't do any good against the likes of Gunn or Threan. Bismuthite was ever worried about Wolfy's safety, now more than ever.

"Yes, we are together in the most intimate sense of the word. I thank you, and as I said, the best that can be done for him now is to know he is not alone or abandoned -- stigmatized -- by what he has done."

Bismuthite nodded.

"He is under General King Zinkenite, and DMC leader, Leto's command."

There was a definite down turn in mood - a thinly controlled rage - at the mention of Leto.

Putting Wolframite under Leto's control....was the real betrayal here. Leto was one of the Blood Moon senshi. She was the one who captured Wolframite, leading to his torture. And Zinkenite just handed him back over to her. With a collar.

"So long as he is alive, so long as he will live, and so long as he can recover, then I will be alright," Bismuthite replied.

So much of his own life depended upon Ladon's well-being. By logic, one would have though that, even though he didn't agree with Wolframite's plan, he would have been there to protect him, but Bismuthite knew the best way he could protect him, so long as he came out alive, which he did thankfully, was to stay out of it. Because if Bismuthite had also been stripped of power and labeled a traitor, then he wouldn't have the power to protect Wolframite. But there had been that nerve-wracking 'if he survived' the battle which had torn Billy up the most. That was passed now.