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Labyrinthite was less irritable than he'd been in the days since order had swarmed the Dark Kingdom though there was a restlessness that resided beneath his skin that he could not shake. It was annoying and he wanted a distraction. So, when the request to meet came from Wolfeite, the general did not think twice.

There was some babble about someone he ought to meet, but frankly he hadn't paid much attention to the information conveyed through the purple crystal he didn't care much for. The important thing was that there would be a distraction, something to get his mind off everything that had gone wrong and, perhaps, after Labyrinthite could take Wolfeite and make him spar.

He'd been keeping tabs on his wildest war pup who seemed to have an affinity for starting fights. It both pleased and worried him. Labyrinthite appreciated the talent for combat, something he prided himself in, but did not care for the wildness, the reckless behavior. It was troubling, but he could deal with it later.

It wasn't a problem. (Yet.)

So, the general arrived on scene at the location his lieutenant had requested in all of his terrifying glory. His long, dark cape billowed behind him with the hood drawn so that half of his face was obscured, though those eyes of liquid gold were still bright in contrast to the harsh shadows. The night was dark, the sky hardly more than inky blots in the sky dotted with barely twinkling lights and the dull glow of a street lamp.

The very one he was supposed stand beneath, or near at the very least.

It was eerie, a perfect horror film setting but Labyrinthite did not seem bothered. Instead he seemed almost amused, pleased, despite his otherwise stoic face.

"And you," Aue replied as he rolled his eyes, "can suck an egg."

This was entirely true, but even though he'd responded in kind to Wolfeite's blustering, he took no offense. It was clear that the Lieutenant was nervous and kind of keyed up, that this meeting they were about to attend was very important to him. And even if they hadn't been about to meet Wolfeite's General, he wouldn't have taken offense - the guy's bark was a lot worse than his bite.

Of course, Aue himself was somewhat trepidatious about this meeting - he wasn't proficient enough to take on some high-ranking Negaverse officer. Even from some distance away, he could feel Labyrinthite's aura, and it was clear that he'd be slaughtered if something went wrong. But it was a risk he'd decided to take for his own reasons, as much as he'd been able to tell the semi-feral Lieutenant at his side wanted him to take it. Aue was no one's pet. Or, as he might have said online, he was 'not your good senshi'.

Not anyone's good anything, really. Too snarky for that.

Wolfeite spoke again, but Aue stayed silent and told himself that there was little reason for his heart to be speeding up, or for his mouth to have gone dry. Ahead, the waiting General cut an imposing figure even as parts of him merged with the dark. The introductions were short, and he nodded to the General. "General. Good to meet you." Maybe. Hope it is. I'd really rather not die tonight. Perkele! He looks forboding...and kind of like an extra in American McGee's Alice..

Aue's answer was a roll of Wolfeite's eyes and a muffled, yet still audible snort from his throat. He had little doubt that this senshi would prove a valuable resource, if things could be worked out properly, but it was just a matter of taming the man.

And getting rid of that damned white uniform.

"Don't worry," said Wolfeite now, tone careless. "He'll understand why I've brought you to him."

Labyrinthite's hood was up over his head, casting most of his face into shadow. Wolfeite had stopped in front of him, and Aue, in spite of his ludicrous costume, knew to shut up properly as he made the introductions, his eyes sliding from one man to the other, gaze dark.

A frisson of annoyance at the tone ran through him, but Wolfeite tamped down on it, played the part of the dutiful lieutenant by inclining his head towards his general in a gesture of respect and understanding - even if he did not feel either of those things.

"He's not like the other White Moon," Wolfeite said, lip curling with disgust at the mere mention of them. "He finds them as ridiculous as I do, and could prove beneficial to us."

Labyrinthite's first thought was naturally, what is he doing conversing with the white moon because both of the chaos inflicted were aggressors who preferred combat to talking. The general did not, however, say as much. It was not the time nor the place and if the senshi, Aue as Wolfeite had called him, could prove to be useful then his time wouldn't be wasted.

"Their advantage has always been numbers, which does little against an organized force."

There had always been internal bickering and squabbling whenever Order gathered in large quantities. The Negaverse, for all it's faults, tended to function as a well oiled machine when the right soldiers were present. "If it's not your style why bother...dressing up?" His gaze raked across the white and yellow Aue wore. It was his understanding that there would be no one knocking on your front door if you refused to power up on the White Moon side but soldiers that went inactive, without a damn good reason? They were hunted and pulled back into the fray.

But that wasn't important right now. The man with the pink fauxhawk and whiskey-colored eyes was curious as to what this senshi thought he had to offer. His views on the moon court were interesting, at least, potentially exploitable. Of course, there was a ripe starseed that could be altered and twisted if he wanted, but now was not the time. The general could be patient.

He lifted his eyes to meet Aue's, head tilted slightly as though he were interested in the brunet and maybe he was. Mildly. "What is your sphere Sailor Aue?" That was an important thing to know, if only to provide him with some sort of leverage. "What do you hope to gain? You'd look better in black." Senshi always looked better in black. There was a beat and then, "what can you offer us, me?"

Clearly, the General knew his enemy. Good. Aue thought, narrowing his eyes not at Labyrinthite or his words, but more at the thought that if the White Moon had even a shred of the discipline the Negaverse (seriously, who the <********> named this s**t?) then they could probably overwhelm it and all this noise would be over.

"It's like an itch under the skin, almost. Whatever bullshit that ******** cat pulled to 'awaken' me, it's now a compulsion. I do it as seldom as possible because I have a ******** life to live...but not doing it at all ends up making me restless and irritable." And I'm already that way, so it's impossible.

Aue glanced at Wolfeite briefly, noting the stiff set of his body - still dangerous, fine, he would continue to work with that - and then put his attention fully on Labyrinthite again, meeting the other man's imposing gaze directly without flinching.

What's my sphere? Perkele! It's obvious - or is this some test. Bah, fine.

"Lemons." How and why there would need to be a senshi of lemons he would never know, but there it was and he, dressed like the reject from some really awful high school stage play, was the patron ******** senshi of a really stupid sphere. "The magic's pretty effective, lame as it all sounds."

Difficult questions from the professional - Aue could see the glaring differences between a Lieutenant and a General - and he thought a moment, not wanting to spit out a rushed answer that wasn't true. "Security. I'm a practical person. The Order isn't practical. As for what I can offer, information. Haven't you wanted to know how they managed to attack your stronghold?" While Aue hadn't been there for the suicidal mission, he'd heard about it from Ash - the all-call text message she'd sent and later a bit more.

"It was a disaster, wasn't it? Both sides took heavy losses and then the Order winked right the ******** on out. I was around for the first meeting that set this up." Slowly a wide smile spread across Aue's face, it was a shark's smile and managed also to express derision. "The meetings were disasters too. A princess and a prince going back and forth with a walking corpse, being bitchy and waving their dicks around. Crystals that siphon energy like you guys do...and the ********, Caedus, said he came from Negaspace."

More details could come if any of that interested American McGee's escapee General.

Too bad. Aue thought about it and then shrugged, "That's unfortunate." But it just made a further reason why he should dislike the White Moon as they called it: they'd done this to him. Or perhaps that was being a bit unkind, it wasn't as though they'd sought him out, it had been much of an accident when Ash had come across and awakened him. Still/

"Now." Not quite a question, but there was enough uptilt at the end of the syllable to give it a questioning edge. Labyrinthite wanted him to use his magic on Wolfeite, right then and there. Upon reflection, it made sense that he would - even if Aue hadn't said anything about it being something like useful. Before he could agree to casting his magic, the General spoke again and Aue nodded that he was correct.

"Yes, he called himself Caedus. Looked like a walking corpse under a giant cloak." That was all he gave further for the moment, since he was being directed - once again - to cast on Wolfeite. "Sure," He said to Labyrinthite before taking a few steps away from the intimidating General; to his soon-to-be-victim, Aue gestured a bit, "Watch your eyes." More than that, no warning was given; the brunet simply called for his magic while reaching up, and flung what appeared to be a bunch of lemon blossoms that broke apart and flew towards the dark-clad Lieutenant, cutting and briefly obscuring him from view Aue's view.

The rest, well, he was trying to keep the magic from spreading and hitting Labyrinthite (though it likely would have done very little damage to him), but no doubt some of the petals would end up near him, perhaps near enough to cut or just stick to his clothes before dissolving.

"We can continue discussing that later," Labyrinthite said curtly, noting the description and name for stranger who slipped from the rift. He would have to do recon between interrogating White Moon and searching through what information the database might have. If Laurelite survived her burns, perhaps he would seek her out and inquire.

He needed to know how much of a threat this Caedus man.

But there were more pressing things, like a willing double agent that he didn't have to strong arm. Or relinquish in to the arms of Order and risk losing entirely. Aue seemed like a better prospect, someone he wanted to keep close, the longer he thought about it.

He would need to get the man away from Wolfeite later.

What Labyrinthite wanted, he often got and he was certain that Aue would be one of those things.

The general stepped backward when the warning came though he simply stood strong, petals cutting at his cloak and jacket but not reaching his skin. Wolfeite however faired poorly and it made Labyrinthite grin - a wide, sharp sharktooth grin.

"Do you know how many uses it has?" He liked to know if only to better implement their uses. Or, if things went south, he wanted to know how many times it could be used against him before it was exhausted.

His attention shifted from Aue to Wolfeite, glancing over the wounds to assess damage. "Next closer range seems better, potentially more damaging."

Wolfeite let out a low string of curses, half muffled by his kerchief, dark eyes glinting like chips of obsidian as he raised his face. They were still watering and a little reddened, stinging painfully, and he leveled a glare at Aue, gloved fingers curling against his palm in a fist.

He did not appreciate being the recipient of a demonstration. Labyrinthite's little tactic rankled him, but Wolfeite reigned in the anger and let it smooth over him, let it course through his veins and settle there instead of having it explode outwards instead.

Not yet, he thought irritably, not yet. I have to hold onto this facade a little longer.

Once he left this place, he'd go and find Pasi to take out his aggression on, but for now Wolfeite merely straightened, ignoring Labyrinthite's self satisfied, sharp grin and reaching out to snatch the sash from Aue's fingers. It was a rather graceless move, but Wolfeite pressed it to his face, wiping away the remnants of acid from his eyes.

It helped, a little, though the annoyance was still there.