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 Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 10:36 pm
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It was rather handy, Leifite found, to be part of a school of quite a lot of Negaverse officers. While she didn't know who many were outside of their glamours, she definitely felt several of them coming and going in the middle of the night when she'd power up. She even spotted a few of them from her window! More powerful than her, for sure, and idols in their own way. She'd never confirmed it, but she suspected most of the faculty held ties to the Negaverse in some way, and probably knew the identities of all the students. Helped to keep tabs on each other, and pair new agents to more experienced ones.
Like Leifite herself, for instance!
Now, Leifite had been around the block for a while, but she very much still associated herself with being a trainee, and always looked for mentor ship. Get in good with the higher ups, or a well known officer, and she'd be set for life in the Negaverse. It was all about who you knew, and what you knew about them. She knew little of the corrupt senshi, but she was going to change that! She'd contacted one of the eternal corrupt senshi, asking for training and mentor ship and here she was, waiting for said senshi to arrive.
She would learn all she could, and then scale the ladder to success and renown. If she had to backstab a few people to do it, well that was just life!
daekie Let me know if this is okay!
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 8:28 am
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Chrysocolla was a little late, which was annoying for her -- she liked to be punctual, to make sure everything was right on time and organized, it was less effort in the end that way -- but she'd napped, and her alarm had taken a few minutes to actually wake her up and do its' job. They were meeting in an empty lot near the school, close enough to the dorms they could teleport back if things went wrong and far enough their auras wouldn't be immediately sensed -- it was perfect.
She focused, disappeared; and touched down softly behind Leifite, quiet, the only sound her hair rustling in the breeze and her boots landing on the concrete. "...Lieutenant Leifite? I'm Eternal Sailor Chrysocolla. You called?" If Leifite turned, Chrysocolla had a weary smile on her face, almost apologetic.
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