And while she very much believed that the Senshi of the Negaverse should stick together- there was no chance in hell that she would turn down an opportunity to impress a General Queen.
The job was perfect for her- she would oversee Sailor Ochre's punishments for being a traitor, and ensure that he was following the straight and narrow. She could be a leader, give direction, and make a point of her loyalty without hurting anyone with her own hands. While it seemed ironic to Cyllene that she was chosen to keep an eye on him, at the same time it was incredibly fitting for her. Not only would it keep Ochre in line, it would show Cyllene what happens to Agents that defy the Negaverse to help the White Moon.
Once she was briefed by Laurelite, Cyllene teleported with a new-found ease since becoming an Eternal Senshi. Her heels clicked and echoed loudly through Negaspace as she made her way towards the cell that Ochre was currently residing in... And would likely stay until she and the General Sovereigns deemed his punishment fulfilled. The blonde's head tilted slightly as she approached him, her once typically soft features now hardened and uninviting.
"Sailor Ochre," she called to him as she stepped forward to his cell, making sure not to touch the bars that kept him locked in- well aware of the consequences if she were to do so.
"My name is Cyllene." Her hands clasped behind her back and she stood tall, confident. Her blue lips pursed for a moment as she looked over him. "Do you know why you're here? Why I'm here?"
Strickenized
