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The Negaverse was in need of some shaping up and confidence – it was in need of some charm. And General Osumilite had plenty of confidence and charm to share.
He had advertised to the Captains and Lieutenants his training course: How To Win Friends & Manipulate People, a lesson on how to be at least half as awesome as he is (no money back guarantee). He finished setting up inside a makeshift training space that he had set up for himself inside the Negaspace, which mostly consisted of uncomfortable bar stools for his students and a decadent throne of a chair for himself.
He then summoned his ‘students’ to the Negaspace:
Lieutenant Rutile. Lieutenant Vanadinite. Lieutenant Pyrophanite. Corrupt Super Sailor Typhon. Corrupt Super Sailor Warhol. Captain Proustite. Captain Amethyst.
“Welcome,” he greeted with a warm smile from his stool. “Please, take a seat.”
“The course begins now,” he said, as seats were first starting to be claimed. “For those who do not know me, I am General Osumilite, but you may best know me in the public world as Tag Swagger, host of The Swagger Hour on WKDC Channel 6. For those who don’t watch TV, I’m the handsome guy on the bus ads. For those of you who still don’t know me, I pity you.” He grinned teasingly.
“My role in the Negaverse is deeply integrated with the Infiltration division,” he continued. “I make sure the public knows the truth of our story, and who the real enemy is in this war: The Senshi and their so-called Knights. My documentary exposé, Destiny City: A City Under Threat, received many accolades that now adorn my mantle and impacted the public perception of this previously secret war that has so endangered our world. It received frequent airtime for the weeks that followed, and brought my career from hosting a segment on the evening news to hosting and producing my own hour-long special broadcast program. I am a valuable commodity, both to the Negaverse and the public at wide.”
“But enough about me,” he started. “This class is about teaching you to take a step up and be closer to my level of greatness. One at a time, I want you to rise up and introduce yourself with confidence. Sell me on why I should even give two shits about who you are and why you belong here, in this class, in the Negaverse, and on this planet.”
He leaned back in his seat and listened for the responses.
OOC Note
Lesson One: In your response, introduce yourself confidently and sell General Osumilite on yourself or your worth and value
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Each lesson will last for ~24 hours. If you cannot make it within that window, that is fine! You can post responding to an old round belatedly, but may miss further interactions or commentary!
Saint Sergio
Lieutenant Rutile
Daekie
Corrupt Super Sailor Warhol
wuthering gee
Captain Proustite
Sylent Nyte
Lieutenant Vanadinite
Pixie Nyxie
Lieutenant Pyrophanite
baby_gwing
Captain Amethyst
Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 7:02 pm
Pyrophanite was here cause he was sure Zircon would want him to be. Like he was the best lieutenant for doing this under his captain. Pyro was just pretty sure he didn't need this.
Osumilite 's introduction was meant to be awe worthy, and Pyro was impressed. A news anchor? One who practically caused the propaganda against the order units. Impressive indeed.
Once the opportunity arose, Pyro jumped out of his seat and grinned.
"My name, ********. I ain't got no fancy news casting job, but I sure as s**t am the word on the street. Natron chose me to his pupil, and left me with Zircon until he was ready, who is also a bad...b***h but she's cool. I use to be part of the 365 gang, who ran the downtown. I know ins and outs and the black market like the back of my hand." He breathed in, "I belong in this class because you need people like me. You got fancy digs and you got some of the normal people around ya finger but when it comes down to it? You want the ones that can play both worlds. I know the hustle game."
He looked over at the pretty ladies here and puffed his chest a little.
Warhol wasn't just here for a bonding experience, although that had been much of what had tempted her to sign up -- she really did need to get to know more members of the Negaverse, since being a friendless amnesiac sounded like no fun. (Not that she missed her memories; but it did sort of limit her social capabilities, not knowing what she liked.) She didn't have a Captain, per say, besides Umber: who had deigned to talk to her and hadn't seemed to hate her guts, but he'd known her prior to her Corruption, and god only knew what she'd been like then. A little griefstricken hellion, it seemed.
Then again, she'd been half-asleep when the summons came, so Osumilite was immediately greeted with the sight of a Senshi half-tripping over her own feet and snapping back to awakeness in the sudden struggle the cool air of the Negaspace gave. She shrunk within the curtain of her own hair, gripping stray strands like a lifeline and wiping sleep from her eyes; and when all was said and done with that, the Corrupt smiled weakly, sitting on a stool and brushing her hair to the side. At least the Lieutenant was...enthusiastic? There was that in his favor. He didn't look too much older than Warhol, which was also a point in her favor.
With Pyrophanite ending his introduction, Warhol gave a weak little wave, not standing up but taking a breath. "I can't really live up to that introduction, but...I'm Super Sailor Warhol. I used to be a member of the White Moon. I killed for them, as I'm told, but it's not like I remember any of it. And I want to be useful to the Negaverse in any way I can to make up for what I did when I was wrong." She did sound awfully determined, at least! "I don't have, um, much of any influence to help, but...I want to do anything I can."
Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:56 am
It was kind of really hard to flat out say no when a General from none other than your very own branch came up to you to advertise a training course that he was going to run hence Amethyst's turning up for the course just five minutes shy of it actually starting. Nodding at first Pyrophanite's then Warhol's self introduction, he got up from his seat to address the little group that had gathered. "I'm Amethyst and I'm also with the Infiltration branch." He began, smiling amiably as he allowed his gaze to linger no longer than a few seconds on each individual including the good General himself.
"I'm a doctor at the hospital so you can come to me if you've got any injuries that need patching up. Doesn't have to be at the hospital if you'll rather have it off records. I can do house calls or, alternatively, we can use the infirmary that we already have over here in Negaspace." He wasn't really so much a front-line fighter which was why he wasn't in Spec-Ops and spent the majority of his life as his civilian persona. But just for today, he was willing to make an exception. Might as well sit in and see if he could pick up a thing or two from Osumilite. Get to know some of his fellow officers at the same time too.
Corrupt Super Sailor Typhon was hoping there'd be some booze in this class, otherwise he wouldn't have signed up for this s**t. Frustrated, the blue-haired a*****e pouted in his stool with his arms crossed until it was his turn to speak.
"The name's Super Sailor Typhon and you all can suck my d**k," he started. "I was hoping to get drunk tonight but since that's not happening, I'll play your stupid games. I was once the super hot bartender getting all the tips at The Drunken Toddler until I got canned by management for not checking IDs. Now I'm just being me and haters gonna hate so..." He then flicked off everyone in the room before taking his seat and snickering to himself.
Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 10:03 am
General Osumilite first turned to Pyrophanite. "A strong introduction. Confident and promoting your strengths," he started. "But your weaknesses are clear. You're young, and it shows in your crassness. You say you can play in both worlds? Demonstrate it with maturity, because the lions of the elite prey on and spit out the young."
Next was Corrupt Super Sailor Warhol. Osumilite frowned. The lack of memories would certainly be a challenge, but that wasn't a total excuse. "The word here is confidence, Warhol. Don't admit to weaknesses of the fact that you were once one of the enemy. That is already your scarlet letter branded onto you. If you let that be your identity, nobody will see you as more than that. You were given a fresh start to build a new life, and you do have value, so own up to it. I can see your drive, now it's time to make use of it and execute your goals." He paused. The girl looked young, and his paternal instincts made it difficult to be too critical of the poor thing. "If you need further counseling or help getting your new life together, please see me after class."
He then turned to the doctor, Captain Amethyst. "A doctor? I've already been sold on your value. But to leave a more lasting impression, do more than list your services, and feel welcome to brag about your accomplishments. You aren't just a doctor, you're someone who has passed rigorous trials to be in that position. Humility is all well and kind, but leave room for people to be envious of your success."
Then there was Corrupt Super Sailor Typhon. The General rose from his seat and marched forward with his cane and smacked the Corrupt Senshi across the face with its tip, cracking like a loud whip. "Watch the way you speak. You're cocky, but have no reason to be. Your 'haters' hate you because you're loathsome."
He then returned to his throne of a chair, one leg crossed ankle over knee.
"For the next lesson, I want you tell me more about yourself and utilize my critiques. Tell me three things that weren't previously stated. But here's the catch: I want you to tell me two truths and a lie about yourself, and I want you to speak convincingly for all three facts. Let me wonder and guess which is a lie," he started. "The ability to lie is essential for maintaining a double-life in the Negaverse, and it is time to put that skill to the test."
OOC Note: Lesson Two
Lesson Two: In your response, have your character tell two truths and one lie about themselves!
There is no posting order!
Each lesson will last for ~24 hours. If you cannot make it within that window, that is fine! You can post responding to an old round belatedly, but may miss further interactions or commentary!
Rutile, forever late to the party, got in on the tail end of introductions.
He wasn't going to get into the hows or whys he was late, he just was, and whatever. If he was called out on it, he was called out on it. Rutile was a big boy and could own up to it! He took a deep breath and rubbed his face a bit before coughing and introducing himself.
"Yo. Lieutenant Rutile here. I answer to Buddingtonite as far as Generals go. Was head of a gang in my teen years, dabbled in things, learned ta fight. Draining by kissing is my game.." He smirked a little and then shrugged. "No idea what branch I'm with, just kind of here. Living with Azurite of the Corrupt Senshi, so she teaches me a few things."
Awesome. Lamest introduction ever.
Then the next prompt came up and Rutile laughed a little more. Easy. Two truths and a lie?
"So, when I was a really young teenager, I used to live in this chick's closet. I'd tear apart her clothes, you know, make my own, cross dressed for years. s**t fell apart and I ended up trying to drown myself in a lake in New York while the chick went on to be this big time like... screamo chick."
Would they be able to tell?
Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 7:33 am
The cracking sound that came from Osumilite's cane when it made contact with Typhon's face almost made Amethyst jump right out of his seat. Thankfully he managed to maintain his balance atop the chair, giving a nod and a polite smile at the General's suggestion as to how he could make himself stand out more with his self introduction before he quickly settled down to ponder over the next task at hand.
It wasn't really like him to brag about his own accomplishments to another so this next task that the General had given to them was going to be something that would take some conscientious effort on his part in order to pull off. It took him a while to put together something that he thought would sound believable yet sell himself better at the same time, the Captain going over it a few times in his mind before he eventually presented it to everyone.
"I do quite a fair bit of running. Was the champion during the very first Hunger Games marathon that took place about two years back. I'm also the Chief Resident in the hospital since I have one of the best pair of hands." He stopped then, both for effect and to flash a dazzling smile before going on. "In fact, my hands are so good that the ladies can't take their hands off me." He finished off with a suggestive wink.
Warhol flinched away when the cane hit flesh, shoulders going up and in as if to be a shield; she tried to swallow her instinctive reaction, which was to run run run, and that got her shoulders to relax in time for Osumilite to give his next instructions. Two truths and a lie? That...would be a little hard, and her fingers stuttered up and down each other from where they lay in her lap -- up down up down up down, like a heartbeat.
With a respectful nod to Captain Amethyst, who'd just gone, the Corrupt took a short breath for preparation. "...I'm a sculptor, this isn't my real hair color, and I've never had a pet." Boring, perhaps, but there weren't a lot of life experiences she had to draw on. And seeming too ridiculous would be almost silly.
Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 11:19 am
Pyro's chest puffed out a lot. He was great!
"I won't be young for long!" Pyro grinned, "Just wait, I'll lion king this s**t and become the king."
As for the newest challenge, Pyro snorted at some of the truth and lies. While everyone went, he thought long and hard about his stuff.
"I was homeschooled and went to college a bit early to get my GED, graduating at 16 and s**t. I was told that if I tried, I could be a genius in college or some stupid s**t like that. Instead I hit the streets and learned the game."
Homeschooled and graduating early yes! Smart enough to be a genius...no. Above average just barely at most. He could've gone to college. But that was boring s**t.
Super Sailor Typhon was still nursing his wound across his face as the others told their two truths and a lie. His ears were still ringing from the pain, so he hadn't completely heard the instructions, or what anyone else was saying, and there was a long pause before he spoke.
"Okay then," he started. "My d**k is huge, I've been married, and I'm ******** rich as s**t."
Technically it was one truth, one lie, and one exaggeration of the truth.
General Osumilite was pleased with his students. For the most part, their truths and lies weren't entirely obvious.
First was Lieutenant Rutile. "While your introduction could use more certainty in your role and position, you have good confidence about yourself, which is a valuable asset," he started. "As for your lie: Did the woman become a 'screamo chick', as you put it? You hesitated before it. If that isn't the lie, but you wished to make it seem it was, then good work. If it is the lie, don't pause or say 'um' or 'like.' Be as smooth as when telling the truth."
He then turned to Captain Amethyst. "You're not really the Chief Resident, are you? It seems that you would have mentioned that in your initial introduction, but perhaps you were being too modest then. If it's a lie, remember what your audience already knows about you."
Next was Super Sailor Warhol. "Is that your natural hair color?" he started. It was hard to tell with the young kids these days, especially with Corrupt Senshi. Their hair was always so absurdly long, he assumed it always must be fake. "Although any of those could be true or false. You kept the facts equally small and equally not too flashy."
He then turned to Lieutenant Pyrophanite. "You're not a genius," he said, rather confident in his answer. "You may be intelligent, but don't boast about traits that you don't present or you won't be believed."
Finally, was Super Sailor Typhon. "I feel that all of those are bullshit," General Osumilite rolled his eyes. "I don't believe the first for a moment, I don't know who would consciously marry you, and I remember you once were homeless living on my couch. But I know for certain that the last one isn't true, so I will say you're not rich. Again, remember what your audience knows about you."
"For your next lesson," he started. He rose from his seat and moved over to a small pile of boxes of various weights and sizes, passing one to each participant in the class. "Inside your box you will find an item, and potentially a very worthless item. It is your job to sell me and the rest of your class on the item. Make us want to buy that item. Convince us that we need it."
He sat back in his throne chair. "Begin."
OOC Note: Lesson Three
Lesson Three: In your response, first roll a 1d20 to choose which item is inside your box! Then, edit your post and have your character try to sell General Osumilite and the other students on the item they received. The items with corresponding numbers are below:
1. An old hairbrush. 2. A container of pudding, likely expired. 3. A pair of fuzzy handcuffs. 4. A DVD copy of The Room. 5. A broken umbrella. 6. A sappy pinecone. 7. A used bar of soap with a mysterious hair. 8. A pocket watch that can't keep time. 9. A Motorola RAZR. 10. A bag of popcorn with too much butter. 11. A pound of pure, sweet cocaine. 12. A Discman with Hanson's "MMMBop" single. 13. An adorable puppy with a tiny bladder. 14. A Betamax player. 15. A pair of sunglasses with a missing lens. 16. An ethernet cord that's been cut in half. 17. A coloring book that's already been colored in outside the lines. 18. An Atari 2600 with E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial jammed inside. 19. An encyclopedia for only the letter X. 20. A glockenspiel.
To avoid repeats, please re-roll if your item has already been rolled. There is no posting order!
Each lesson will last for ~24 hours. If you cannot make it within that window, that is fine! You can post responding to an old round belatedly, but may miss further interactions or commentary!
Pyrophanite grinned. Osumilite was good! If he could see through that lie though, Pyro really needed to work on it. He had always been told after all, go big or go home!
He eagerly took his box, as if it was a personal present to himself and then held it up.
Held..it up.
"What the ******** is this?" and he had to sell it? He had no idea what it was!
He looked at Rutile because that was the oldest person in the room besides Osumilite obviously and held it out, pointing at the box...thing.
"WHAT IS THIS?"
Saint Sergio
Daekie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-20)
Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 9:05 pm
Every time Amphitrite talked, Warhol hung onto her every word; it was clear she greatly respected her sister, cared about her a lot, wanted to mimic her style. But that would wait for later -- she had an assigned task, right now. "This is my real hair color," she demurred to Osumilite and then she took her box --
well, then. That was. That was certainly a little pudding cup. (The expiration date was about two weeks prior, which made Warhol frown; it was a shame, to waste good pudding in such a way. Someone could have eaten that, and now it was going to be trashed because it would probably give those tender souls food poisoning!) But that gave her an idea, of course. If it might not be any good as food, why did she need to market it as such?
"This is actually a new facial salve...it's a scented cream designed to make your skin smell like chocolate! If you wear it for long enough and then wash it off, the scent should sink into your skin...and it's edible, too."
Witherite rose when it was his turn to introduce himself with a a half annoyed, half bored look on his face. "Lieutenant Witherite," he started, "I report to General Benitoite in the information branch at the moment. I am a photographer. I generally carry my camera everywhere because you never know where you'll find a good shot, or you know some good blackmail photos. I am also a triathlete, so I train regularly to compete, so I've got stamina and speed on my side when it comes to a fight."
He figured that was a good enough introduction, so he sat down. He just gave to of the best things about him at the moment and left it at that. If people weren't impressed, he really didnt care.
After everyone introduced themselves, they got feedback on the introduction. How often were they introducing themselves in this war anyway? He was usually do busy trying to not get it a** handed to him. Whatever. Now they were telling more, two truths and a lie.
When it was Wither's turn, he stood again, speaking simply ... matter of factually. "I was kidnapped to space by a mad king, thoroughly enjoy draining magic slingers until they pass out, and I grew up outside of Destiny City."
It was the last that was not true, despite it being the simplest of the facts he told. He was born and raised in the suburbs of Destiny and he'd not really been many other places.
He sat again, and the lesson continued. He had to sell a thing, that looked like a VCR, but wasn't and was old as dirt. He tried not to frown at it because who the ******** would even need it, but he had to sell it.
He just kind of looked at it for a moment and almost tossed it over his shoulder, because no one needed at s**t and he had no idea what to really say on it. He decided to attempt to wing it, and took the thing and tossed it in the trash.
"None of you need that. Its a useless, just an old classic, probably worth millions. You know what they say about trash and treasure. But you don't need it." He was ******** winging it so hard. He was likely going to crash and burn here, but what the ******** ever.
"You'll pass it by, then some curator from some museum will come pick it up and put it on display in some fancy museum and you'll see it there and beat yourself up that you passed it up. But you don't need it, right? Of course, not! No body wants to be rich famous person down the street with the finest classic collection."
He shrugged and sat down. He didnt even know. Whatever!
