Welcome to Gaia! ::

While Laurelite found many of her meetings strained, usually with rebellious or troublesome Agents of Metallia, Titanlåvenite was a welcome change. The smile on her face was a little more genuine when she looked up. She spared few pleasantries this time, for even if his presence was not unwanted, she was busy and had little time to spare.

"How goes the investigation?" she prompted, lowering the pen she had been using. Maps were strewn across her desk, of strange and foreign places. There were charts and notes scribbled onto the papers, which had seen better days, but she had not been kind to them in more recent days. She blinked and focused her eyes as she looked at the Agent before her; she had been so engrossed in her work that the color of another human seemed strange and foreign. Still, she smiled, quite glad for a break from her papers.

Laurelite nodded slowly, mulling over the information she was given. She tapped the fingers of one hand lightly across the surface of her desk. She did not seem pleased, though her dissatisfaction was not directed at Titan. On the contrary, he had done an extraordinary service by looking into such matters and researching so well, though she was unhappy to hear that neither was there more information nor that it had taken so long to learn of this defection.

"That is unfortunate," she said coolly; her eyes were unfocused for a moment, staring at something unseen on the distant wall. She was plotting, or stifling anger.

Her fingers drummed on the surface of her desk once more, and then the smile returned, and her gaze was once more on Titan. "You do such an excellent job, Captain. I shall have to keep my eyes on you, you are a wonder. Were there ever any reports of Senshi—Knights?--he might have been close to? I would be interested to know who could have swayed him. Or who performed the purification." She spoke the last word spitefully, as if it were one she did not agree with. She sighed and then relaxed a bit. "Why was no one looking after him? Where was his commanding officer, his allies?"

…Could she blame them? Or was it the Negaverse that was to be blamed? —Or her?

Metallia would not be pleased, either way. This was a report she suddenly dreaded, but hopefully there was still some good news that could come from this. Perhaps they could study this case and make efforts to prevent a similar one from ever happening again.

Laurelite seemed agitated, though her annoyance was not directed at the man in front of her. Things in the Negaverse had been difficult of late; those in power seemed to come and go, and she could only pick up so much slack. The Negaverse was more than just a personal project for her—it was her life. When it struggled, she struggled.

When it had weaknesses, she had weaknesses.

When it failed, she failed.

"What would I do without you," she mused, moving to rest against her desk. She seemed tired, but no amount of pressure would see her buckle. Her question might have been rhetorical, but if anyone was grateful for an agent who invested himself, it was her. "I would urge you to continue searching for what information you could find. Perhaps you knew him better than I—if you do find him—" She looked at him, and then corrected, "When you find him, you must let me know if your investigation suggests we save him or dispose of him."

Either way, something must be done.

But such would be determined only when they had more information, and right now it sounded as though Titanlåvenite had the best course of action already planned. She shrugged off the concern for what to do in the future; right now they needed to figure out what to do in the present. She was getting ahead of herself. "Shall I direct you to an agent in Infos, or would you like to search for one yourself? You have a good taste in character, I imagine. I would like to see this task finished out, you need only tell me what assistance I can provide."