The Negaverse had been quiet for a long time. It was like everything had gone stagnant, and Metallia had left her agents to pick up the pieces. The Barracks had been rebuilt, and the supply stock was slowly regrowing. Things that could be replaced, were. The starseed hoard had barely grown at all since the storage room was rebuilt and fortified.
The Castle was cleaned up; Apatite's destruction had done more damage than the intruders had.
The Academy was untouched; the Negaverse figured it had been emptied ages ago. It was just a boring, empty building—too dangerous to comfortably explore without a very good backup plan.
Throughout it all, there was no trace of Laurelite. Not even a whisper.
The doors to Metallia's chambers had not opened, and she had not spoken in weeks.
Until tonight.
Tonight, there was a strange rumbling in the back of the minds of all Negaverse Agents: her voice, whispering to them. And then there was a pull, a summons, to the Castle. Metallia was not visible, but her presence was strong, and expectant.
Within the Castle, shadows seemed to dance in the corners of the room and a strange, buzzing energy clung to each person as they arrived.
Metallia was restless, and there was an unbridled excitement charging the room.
There were no chairs in the great foyer; she expected them to stand. But that meant at least one thing: whatever she wanted, she was going to make it quick.
After all, they had a lot to do.
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Lace had stuck close to Dia and Sera after the events that happened in the rift and had taken great care of the latter of the two. While they hadn't been in the battles, Lace had heard from many that it had been bad, and the guardian cat had heard that her General Queen had even been more injured.
She sat among the front, careful to avoid anyone not paying attention to the small kitten on the ground.
Pyrophanite - Half Youma Captain
Pyro hadn't been around when the whole invasion of the rift had gone down, but he had been around for the clean up and it pissed him off. Here he was, in his home that had been invaded by order bitches and dicks and sitting on his hands.
He never met Metallia, but the fact that she took this long to actually do something made him cross his arms and keep the words back in his throat. He liked his skin and wasn't about to give it up because he thought she was a shitty leader just leaving them like that.
She had missed the invasion, but she would not miss Metallia's summons. The dark haired captain was already in Negaspace when the call came, an insistent and heavy pressure on her nerves, her body.
So she came, noting new and old faces, her weapon and youma unnecessary though she felt their lack acutely. Will there be a plan for revenge against the White Moon? Will it be nothing but bluster and threats? There is no telling.
Moonstone waited, near the front, wary but also feeling a frisson of excitement. It wasn't every day that Metallia called.
Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 8:45 pm
Lt. Labradorite
Labby hadn't been expecting to be called to the negaverse by the head lady. While she'd never heard much of this one or from this one. This excited her and caused her curiosity to be piqued. Only . . . when she got there it didn't seem that Metallia was a lady to be seen though.
She was slightly disappointed but still brimmed with wonder as to why they were called. She was looking around to see if she knew anyone. The Lieutenant frowned as she looked around, she wasn't sure she knew anyone at the direct moment.
Corrupt Super Sailor Victoria
The magenta haired corrupt had joined when summoned and found himself a quite corner to stand at least until he found faces he knew. It was far better to watch and observe than to throw one's self into the thick of things when he was just reacquainting himself with the powered life.
He tugged on a few strands of his long hair as he watched the crowd, thankful that it was long enough he could play with it while keeping his hands behind his back.
His memory had failed him for months now, leaving him oblivious and unaware of the Negaverse's workings. He knew little beyond that the White Moon had inflicted a grievous blow-- a fact that made him sneer with contempt. This would have never happened in the old days, where agents of the Negaverse would have fought tooth and nail to defend their territory.
However, one less General Queen left room for growth, and the thought had interest stirring deep within his soul. The red-headed general prowled towards the foyer, taking position near the front. The few others present were acknowledged, but ultimately ignored. They held little interest for him now--if they proved useful, that might change.
He leaned against a nearby wall, his eyes bright as he observed his surroundings. Perhaps Metallia would have a reasonable explanation for this.
In truth, he was expecting another shitty excuse.
Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 9:05 pm
Corrupt Eternal Chrysocolla
Chrysocolla had felt good about her upgrade -- she really had -- she'd been doing her best, lately, even if sometimes it got real difficult to breathe and to think about who and what she was. She was trying. She was. And obviously it showed, because they'd given her -- this.
(She really liked the earcuffs. And the built-in ponytail. Not so much the peep-toe shoes, because people were going to step on her toes now, weren't they - but the rest of it made her feel powerful.)
She still felt horribly, awfully, guilty about her lack of attendance to -- well. The battle. Massacre. Whatever people wanted to call it. (She'd been sleeping for twelve hours straight -- waking up, Amphitrite had been home for hours, and it was all already over. Order had done their awful dirty work.) But Metallia had called her! Sure, it had been a group summons, but she was part of it!! Chrysocolla felt pretty good about that, and -- ooh, look at that, it was a Corrupt she'd never seen before. And a Super, too, like she'd been just a few days ago! He must have been a convert -- she crept over to him, smiling. "Hi, um -- I know this really isn't the best time, but...are you new? I'm Chrysocolla! It's nice to meet you."
Leucite had not been happy when he returned from his own of town trip with Stibnite to find the majority of the Negaverse in disarray from an attack. Had he of been there during the attack, he surmised, he might have been of more help. But personal business had called him out of town, but he had helped to pick up the pieces.
He had taken to his promotion like a duck did to water, not one to flaunt new power, he had however, ensured that Sitbnite would be attending the meeting, and had teleported them both there himself.
After all, one did not ignore the living saint's summons. He was loyal to Metallia, and he would go to great lengths to prove that loyalty.
Standing at a relaxed Parade Rest, Leucite turned to Stibnite with a small chuckle. "Well at least we made it early."
Sirene Naiads
Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 9:09 pm
Lieutenant Coffinite
Hed been rather busy in his shop lately. Trying to collect energy wasn't the easiest, but he did do his part. He was displeased after all, evenif the reclusive agent didn't shnow it much. However, the half youma would not resist the summons of Mettalia, and so an employee was spared his judgement that night and Coffinite slipped to attend the meeting, curiousity on his face, the idle sort reserved for others' company.
He knew nobody and would only answer with any due respect to a General-Sovereign or higher, but such was his way. Still, seeing others earned a brow, and he otherwise returned to rapt attention idly, breathing deep of the air, and he stretched.
He was here, but he oubted it would be pleasant to be near anyone.
Well, maybe someone would get maimed that wasn't him, or similar. He could use the amusement.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 9:22 pm
Lieutenant Raspite
It was unlike Raspite to spend a lot of his off time in the Negaverse. More often than not he would spend it on Earth, watching, observing those that he would eventually prey upon. That was not to be said that those that crossed his path would be his prey, oh no. It was those invaders, the senshi that dared to bring the views of their selfish, once leader to the Earth that would eventually fall to him. The others, his fellow Earthlings, were a means to an end.
He stood there now in the great hall, watching, waiting for those that would gather to do so. This would be his first meeting with whom his mentor had call, The Living Saint. This was his chance to make up his mind if her words, her views were truly those that he could grasp, or if he would remain the skeptic that he had been from the start.
His arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking about as he noted his mentor and roommate standing not too far off. He also noticed the one that he could only assume to be his mentors interest, standing at his side.
He made the smallest smirk move over his lips as he nodded to them both. Leucite had good taste, he would surely give him that.
Yet, though he stood there, he did not make motion towards anyone. He kept his distance, kept back from the rest of the group, he taking in that which he saw, his fingers playing at the cuff links on his coat. 'This is where you make a choice. This is where they solidify your side, Raspite. Are you o join the flock, or remain the lone wolf in your beliefs? Be the dark knight, and defend those that had been so corrupt that even they no longer know that they are dying in the grip of their oppressors.'
He arrived quietly, his eyes moving around the hall with an expression of quiet interest. The foyer was already starting to crowd with agents; Aurostibite let his gaze flicker across them, but did not linger with anyone in particular, but instead continued on his path across the floor, footsteps echoing dully in his ears. He'd already summoned his own recruits, though they would have received the call from Metallia already.
Close to the front, he caught a glimpse of red hair; an unexpectedly familiar profile, though it had been a long time. Weaving his way through through the throngs of people, he came to a stop beside Obsidian, giving the man a little nod of recognition.
When the call came, Cinnabar answered with hesitation. After weeks of waiting and wondering, finally that dark, powerful voice was speaking her head, weakening her knees and making the youma parts of her stir.
There were so many questions about what had happened and its aftermath... about what the Negaverse was going to do about it, and what had happened to the General Queen after she had carried the burned and broken body to the doors, only to have darkness reach out and steal her from her arms. It had been a singularly terrifying moment in Cinnabar's life, but it filled her with pride that she had been allowed to stand so very close to the source of their power.
It was a short distance from her rooms in the Citadel to the meeting place, but she teleported it without a qualm, chosing time over energy spent. The starseeds in her pocket were an endless supply of that at the least, and it wouldn't do to keep her superiors waiting.
Appearing in the room with a soft whoosh of displaced air, the half youma shoved her hands deep into her pockets, relaxed her pose, and took in the agents already gathered there with hooded eyes. The only clue to her inner excitement was the flick-flick of her tufted and scaled tail, brushing against her leather coat.
A few faces she recognized... Labradorite, who had helped her in her first organized operation. Moonstone, the lovely she had sparred with once upon a time. Chrysocolla, her own subordinate who was not so weak any more... those wings were new and they filled her with pride to see. She might have lost one of her officers, but the others showed promise.
There were many missing still, like Schörl and her flock, but there was time yet. The General-Queen had not even shown herself.
Senpai has noticed ~
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 9:30 pm
Lt. Stibnite
No one could have predicted the weekend they had decided to sneak away would have been the one all hell broke lose. What they had returned to find infuriated Stibnite. That lying white moons had managed to find a way in and the result...
"Sometimes you shouldn't speak." She said to him, arms crossed as the appeared within the castle walls. There was no mistaking the energyin there. Something was going on.
Inhaling, Stibnite relaxed the anger in her and took on her role as a damn grunt. With Leucite's promotion, he had been pushing her harder than before to take her rank to captain. Top it off with working two jobs and moving, she was honestly starting to wonder why she ever admitted to him that night about her feelings.
But that was not here or now. Feelings aside, she was an agent, he was her superior. He ordered, she listened. He just paid for it when they got home.
"Guess everyone got the memo tonight..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 9:32 pm
Ascendant General Alkaid
Somewhere, eons away, Alkaid had stopped dead in her tracks the moment Metallia's voice drifted across her consciousness. Castor and Ida were both forgotten the second she felt the first draw at her starseed, the allure of something greater than herself, and she let herself be swept into the summons without resistance.
It had been too long since she last felt the buzz of energy that greeted her in the castle, something so similar to the excitement she once remembered and the passion that created legends. It was different too, new, but still comforting in a way Alkaid found so few things in her life to be. Where Metallia was, she would be.
The gathering crowd was largely dismissed in favor of getting nearer to the doors on the far wall and she slipped through the observers with only the soft click of her heels to announce her. Unlike her typical habit of hanging quietly on the outskirts, this meeting proved too important for her to hang back. She took her place at the front of the crowd - near to a man with red hair that she had not seen in a very, very long time. There was a curious, passing glance spare for him before she turned her attention straight ahead and crossed both arms over the shattered plate of her chest.
Nothing was more important than this.
Tsunake
She's just staring. hi.
Anyone
Open for interaction with anyone - be mindful I'm a touch slow.
Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 9:44 pm
General Leucite
The room was starting to fill and Leucite couldn't help but smirk at Stibnite's statement. "Sadly, I think talking is going to be more and more what I do from now on." He couldn't blame her though, she was stressed and he would do his best to relieve her of that stress when they got home after the meeting.
He had nodded back at Raspite, not motioning him over yet, as Raspite was obviously not ready to approach or he'd of done so. He would give it a few minutes more and if he did not join them, he would motion them over. He was keeping an eye on the man for many reasons. not the least of which his skepticism.
If things seemed to be going poorly for the man, he'd do what needed to be done.
They could ill afford to lose another Officer.
Still he kept hims mouth shut for now, keeping his current position and observing the crowd as it grew. Yes, indeed it did look like everyone had gotten the memo.
She'd been out on patrol (okay, more like been out showing off her new powers and position to anyone willing to give her time) when the familiar tug had yanked her, snatching her away from the world she knew and back into the cold, chilly Negaspace she'd been avoiding for the past few weeks.
Memories were quick to flood in, thoughts of the chaos and murder surrounding her as she'd been pulled before. She'd been finding excuses from returning, giving the others her quota of energy orbs and star seeds to turn in for her. She didn't want to dwell on the dragon, the senshi, the destruction.
And yet here she was.
Other faces were appearing, one by one. Most were unrecognizable, strangers in a strange world. She spotted an attractive redhead against one of the solid stone walls, the stance and sheer power coming from him practically screaming General. Hm. She might just have to make his acquaintance sooner than later. Sailor Victoria popped in a moment later and Dia gave him a friendly wave, her eyes still roaming through the growing crowd.
A tiny black kitten near the front of the room caught her gaze and she immediately made her way towards the small Guardian, casually tossing a wink towards Broody Red in the process. Leaning down, she unceremoniously plucked the kitten up from her seat. "Hey there, little one. Don't want to get stepped on now, do we?"
Raising her arms, she lifted the Guardian onto her shoulder, hopefully giving her ample space for whatever show they were about to witness. "Maybe you can see what's happening a little better up here, hm?"
