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Captain Aquamarine sat with the heels of his boots propped up on a table top, his feet crossed at the ankle as he leaned back in one of the chairs situated about the place, teetering precariously on its back legs while the front two hovered over the floor. Shoulder length waves of blonde hair hung over the chair back, his head tipped back to accept the shot he presently held aloft in a toast.

'To the Negaverse,' he thought, and looked sullen about it.

The alcohol burned its way down his throat, settling warmly in a hollow pit in his stomach. Tossing the empty glass onto the table with a clatter, Aquamarine dragged the back of his hand across his mouth in a brief and hastily concealed show of disgust.

It bothered him how they were all so indulged (perhaps a bit odd from someone who'd been over-indulged his whole life, but the years had taught him wariness), exempt from the laws that not too long ago would have seen him barred from consumption. It was little more than another way to keep them all in line, he was sure, lulling them all with privileges they wouldn't be allowed otherwise. A means of control, meant to make them comfortable, complacent, grateful. Life was good for an officer of the Negaverse.

Unless, of course, you found yourself at odds with them.

Aquamarine kept to himself, projecting an air of distance with his careless posture and a case of bitchy resting face. From the scabbard at his hip he pulled a parrying dagger, touching the tip of the blade to the forefinger of the opposite hand as if he meant to test its sharpness and warn others from approaching. He looked bored, his mood morose, perhaps as though this gathering had interfered with some other activity he might have preferred to the company of his allies and superiors.

“You there,” he said to a wandering youma, tone laced with arrogance. “Make yourself useful and bring me another drink.”

Aludra had already found the buffet table. Her arrival had involved a brief loop of the room and a few blown kisses in the direction of the General Kings and Queens before she’d found herself standing in front of the food; particularly the lower end of the table where every sort of sweet seemed to have been provided for her pleasure. A plate in one hand she was loading it high with tiramisu, macaroons, cheesecake, chocolate pudding, jelly and everything she could get a piece of.

As she spun around to face the tables again, having no further space on her plate to cram anything, Aludra inspected everyone else currently in the vicinity. Those two over there looked like fun. There was a General and some other guy who looked super grumpy so he obviously needed some sweets. The Corrupt stuffed a piece of baklava in her mouth, chewed through the cloying sweetness and made a beeline for Aquamarine and Opal.

She announced herself with a full-mouthed and somewhat garbled ‘howdy!’, side-stepped around the youma and plopped herself down into a chair.

The words PARTY and BUDDINGTONITE were often interchangeable in his own mind, and though he had been running a little late, it was fashionably late at least. The good kind, so he told himself. The General-King had arrived and he had not arrived alone, as it was common, as Serpentine and his Lovelies were always in tow, and not to mention a very happy youma on his shoulders. Buddingtonite being alone? Impossible. It was simply something that could not be, and that was how he preferred to have it.

And Buddingtonite was in good spirits tonight. The consistent nagging in his ear was drowned out by the hubbub caused by the party, and there was plenty of wine and liquor to drink! He could fill his glass for hours and hours, the idea of socializing or discussing business with the other General-Kings was simply not a thought that ran through his head this evening. All he cared about was indulging with Serpentine and his Lovelies!

What a great night! And it had only just begun... he had a few announcements to make and he knew he should have been with the rest of the General Sovereigns on stage, but that could wait, he told himself. He was there to mingle... What could possibly go wrong?







Sarras was there, but he wasn't truly there. He received the invitation and had gone, if only out of being formal and such, but also to remind himself as to why he was here. He had spent some time in the Negaverse and had done their dark deeds with little thought or care to just how much darker his soul was becoming by the second. He needed a reminder as to why he was there, and he was staring directly at him.

'Someday, you b*****d...' He thought bitterly to himself, gripping his cup and glaring at the General-King that was surrounded by a horde of what he suspected to be cannon fodder or a living meat shield when it came down to it. There were other officers there, but Sarras kept his dark, crimson gaze only on him... looking for something, anything that could be a weakness for later.

Someone got too close to him and was staring at him, and he snapped at the Ascended General that was staring quite intently at him. "Would you mind? Bug off, bug."

"You... something about you I don't like," Ascended Genearl Vespa said, continuing to stare at Sarras, his expression impossible to read thanks to the visor, though the mouthguard didn't do well in filtering out the venom in his words. There was no drink or food in the Ascended General of Wasps hands- in fact, they were limp at his sides, and his back was hunched, as he continued to stare intently at him.

Vespa was only here because he thought it was an order. He hated parties. He hated there being so many people there. And all he wanted to do was focus his attention on someone, anyone, and he decided it would be Sarras until someone or something else decided it was more intriguing than him.

"I don't like you."

((Buddy, Sarras and Vespa are open for RP))

'I was a solider, once.'

General Serpentine had made sure that he was well dressed for the evening. Every one of his medals was pinned and shiny on his uniform, clear indications of time and effort given to the cause. Even now, his pride would not dismiss them. They were his; he had earned them. The rest of this parade, though?

It reminded him that, superior as he had always thought himself to be, he was not the man he was. He did not take the battlefield to crush enemies before him. He did not fight with the certainity that soon he could hang up up his uniform forever and go back to tending his flowers. No, instead he was present at party after party, guarding Buddingtonite and watching the Lovelies. He was a weapon, polished up and pinned to a wall.

From across the room, he could see a familiar captain and an equally familiar Senshi glowering at each other. Without a word, he slipped from Buddingtonite's side to go break them up. No one would dare attempt an assassination in the presence of so many, particularly when every General-Queen and General-King was in attendance. Aside from alone with Serpentine, his partner was literally the safest he had ever been. Let the Lovelies enjoy their time with him.

"Vespa, Sarras, enough." The order to break it up was clear in the roughness of his tone. He glared at them both from behind the mask, daring either of them to question his authority.

“What part of my face begs the presence of company?” Aquamarine sneered.

A General he barely knew, and a corrupt Senshi with a plate full of food. He knew their names only because it would be foolish of him not to. A Captain should always be aware of his superiors, after all, and the collection of corrupted Senshi the Negaverse had gained over the years had always been a matter of curiosity to him, if only because he'd never been able to determine the point of them. A Senshi was a Senshi was a Senshi, of no better use to them corrupted than they were dead with the rest of their kind, he thought.

He shot the both of them a withering glare but made no move to dismiss them. Such a demand wouldn't have held any weight anyway. With a scoff, Aquamarine impaled the tip of his dagger into the table top and stole a macaroon from the corrupted Senshi's plate.

At least she'd brought sweets.

Idly Aquamarine tipped his chair back and forth as he sampled the snack, finding it satisfactory and finishing it within seconds before making a grab for another. He made an effort to ignore those who'd joined him at the table, his attention circling the room as he picked out the various figures that made up this evening's soiree. Buddingtonite stood out like a sore thumb with his collection of Lovelies (a term that set Aquamarine's nerves on edge with a juvenile show of possessiveness over a name that seemed quite silly), but Aquamarine made no show of greeting or motion of deference toward the General-King. In any case, his attention soon turned to the presence of another.

With his head tipped back, neck arched over the chair back, Aquamarine caught sight of the up-side-down figure of Bischofite.

“Some of them have a lot more than teeth,” he said in response to Opal's previous comment.

Kedavradite walked into the event back as straight as every hands clasped behind it and looking as though loose wasn't a thing he did. He didn't bother to try to make his uniform more fancy, honestly he felt the metals were enough. He spied the other general sovereigns sitting up on an stage and he moved to join them.

He took a seat next to Kazenite and nodded to her in greeting. "Good evening, my lovely lady," he said in his british accent. "I hope you have not had a long a day as I have. Two hundred senshi tips to the hotline and I do not know how many online, but after weeding out the nonsense I feel I been approving investigation after investigation and quite a few task force missions."

He sat back, but only slightly and allowed his eyes to roam out over the crowd, the negaverse. They who ran the city, they who would one day rid the world of the magical that was senshi.





Lyceum entered with Buddy and the others. His lovelies, the term appealed to her vainer nature, though the plurality of it certainly rubbed her the wrong way sometimes, but it couldn't be helped. She walked closer to the rear and looking particularly sinful, her uniform, very different from the one once wore in the past.

She walked with a sway to her hips that said look at me, but seemed actually pretty disinterested in the any looks she might garner. She looked to Buyan she spoke, "I highly doubt that, but one can wish. At least their are drinks and we are sure to be entertained ..."

This was met with a frown eyeing Sarras and Vespa though Serpentine seemed ready to squash it quickly.

Kenisite watched as the agents discussed around him, and while he kept to himself for the most part, checking his phone and seeming eager for some text message, he had a certain bubbliness about him. Every now and then his phone would go off and his eyes would flick down to it; his fingers moved faster than should have been humanly possible. And then he'd press send and pick his eyes up and skim the room and wait for the little ping.

He wasn't a bad General King, but he wasn't entirely like the others. He wasn't a fighter, or a schemer—not like the others. He was the mayor, and even if he was just a figurehead, he was busy. Except, this was not official mayor business, and he was always particularly quick to hide his phone whenever someone got too close.

He was sitting on a chair on the stage, eavesdropping when he could—though it wasn't like he was fed all the information he needed to know. And it seemed like the rest of the night was going along very well without him—until a timer on his phone buzzed and he reluctantly tucked it away and stood. There were a stack of papers next to him and he lifted them and moved to the podium. Switching the microphone on, he tapped it, listened to ensure that the speakers in the room picked it up, and then cleared his throat.

"My esteemed colleagues," he spoke, and paused to smile at the crowd before allowing his eyes to dip back down to the papers. "I know we've all been very busy, so it is such a great pleasure to see so many smiling faces here tonight. Your patience in all of this has been most appreciated, and I cannot stress how proud I am to be working with such wonders. Now, I don't want to keep you from your meals for very long, so all I've got for you tonight is an update on the Most Wanted list. You'll be able to access this list and any updates either online or—well, you know, probably plastered all over the walls." He laughed, though it was not entirely humorlessly. "Though I would like to review some of these, so if you don't mind, I'd like to review."

He cleared his throat once more and then began to read the list.

It took a decent moment, and when he finished he stood up a little straighter.

"And, I think that's everyone! Thank you, so much, for your attention. If you have additional questions on how to handle any of these individuals or would like more information, I do recommend contacting either our Chief of Police or any other officer in the field--or one of our lead information gatherers. I know I saw a few of them a second ago..." His voice tapered off and he glanced around, though was quick to shrug and return to the microphone. "The podium is open—to anyone that might have something to say. Please don't be shy! If you have any questions, please feel free to direct them to me. Personal or otherwise, I'll be here." He waved, though quickly gathered his papers and moved from the podium. He let himself down from the stage and took a seat at the nearest table, smiling quickly at the Agents he sat with. He was quick to retrieve his phone from his pocket, but didn't at all seem too busy for socialization.