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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 9:11 pm
Being summoned to the Rift by a General-Queen had a fifty-fifty shot of being either good or terrible. Natron wasn't sure which way it leaned, particularly since he had been summoned with his boyfriend. As far as he knew, neither of them had done anything recently that would get them in trouble - so hopefully this was praise.
And perhaps about time, as far as he was concerned Fangite had done well as a Lieutenant and deserved to move up.
"I'd say 'I'm sure it's nothing,' but General-Queens don't waste time on nothing," Natron said, eyeing the door to the room Laurelite had claimed as her office. "Ready to find out what it is?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 12:39 pm
"Would you calm the hell down?" Fangite murmured as he tugged down his face mask. "You're a General. You shouldn't be walking in there looking like a nervous wreck. If anything that should be my job."
"It could be nothing." He offered. "Some recon thing where it's better if done in a small group. One as the eyes and one as the hands sort of thing." Fangite shrugged. All he knew was that Natron's panicking was beginning to get old. "Maybe I should be asking you that..." He said flatly. "Look. Don't you think that if you, or I, were in any kind of trouble her summons would have been a bit more.... life threatening?"
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