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Angelite would not be kept waiting long, and the redheaded General soon appeared at her side with only the barest flutter of his cape. The hospital was as convenient a place to meet as any, and in the darkness, he grinned steadily down at her. He knew how Angelite had poured over this, plotting and planning. His expectations, his ideas--they'd been simple, but effective. Carrying them out was a whole different story all together. Still, he hadn't chosen poorly in this woman, for she'd somehow managed to put it all together with negligible assistance.

"Be polite," He instructed, which in itself was a horrible irony. "Speak when spoken to. Get to the point and don't dawdle. Remember, this is the woman who turn you into dust if she so much as willed it."

With that cheerful note of advice, Obsidian held out his hand, his lips twisted almost mockingly. "Are you ready?" There was no going back from this, and he would not accept refusal as an answer.

Cowards never thrived in the Negaverse. Those who took risks and threw themselves boldly forward often died, true--but the ones who lived grew even stronger.

Ghouliboo

Her hand slid easily into his own, and was rewarded with a firm squeeze. So be it, then. Effortlessly, he sought to teleport them deep into Negaspace, with his laughter fading softly into the night. Though he knew the way towards the Queen's discussion room, it had been... well, a long time since he'd had any interest in venturing there, himself.

Releasing Angelite, the General began to move without a backwards glance, fully expecting the woman to keep up.

He did offer the courtesy of knocking upon the door before he waited, hands resting idly at his side. If he was nervous, the redhead showed no sign--perhaps a little impatient, but otherwise perfectly composed.

He always did hate the political side of things.

The strength and sheer power of her aura alone was enough to send a chill down the Lieutenant's spine. Obsidian's words echoed on her mind as blue eyes fell upon the gentle, yet terrifying looking woman.

This is the woman who could turn you into dust if she so much as willed it.

How did she address a monarch? Did one bow? Was she to be called by formality of the Kings and Queens of Earth? She'd had no experience with such things before now and the inexperience she held in such a delicate situation rattled her normally calm nerves.

"My Queen."

Settling on a curt bow, she wasted no time in offering her notebook for the Queen's perusal as she explained their purpose. Obsidian had been clear: keep to the point and don't dawdle. They were not there to waste her precious, coveted time.

"General Obsidian and I have devised a rather...unorthodox approach to gathering energy and, with your permission, we would like to test this practice out on a brief operation on the outskirts of town."

Motioning towards the notebook, she continued, "All of the details have been lined out here; we have found several youma up for the task from the Rift that will help us set up our base of operations, but..."

Her voice trailed off and she hesitated. A brief glance was spared to her General before the Lieutenant straightened up her shoulders and recomposed herself.

"To execute the energy gathering theory, I was hoping that you may have some sort of solution for containment purposes? Nothing I have come across thus far is capable of handling such power without breaking. I...I do apologize for inconveniencing you on such short notice, but we both felt it best to approach you for advice."

“Inconveniencing?” Laurelite parroted, taking the notebook with interest. She flipped through it, skimming the text as she listened to the two agents. “Nonsense. I live for a challenge.”

She was quiet for a moment, reviewing the information she had been presented with. After a certain point she seemed to slow down; it seemed something had caught her attention and she wanted to make sure she was reading in full. Her eyes moved quickly across the page and a fresh smile blossomed. “Oh, my. You’ve really put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you? I’m very impressed.”

The Queen looked up from the journal and asked, “Would you mind if I kept this for a bit? I’d be happy to return it, but I just want to go over a few things before you move into action. I like to keep solid records. However, if you’d give me just a moment, I might be able to fulfill your request. Wait here, please,” she said; she disappeared into the room behind her.

She did not seem to expect any privacy; she did not close the door behind her. She moved deep into the room—to he chair—and lay the journal down on the seat. Her gaze drifted to the ceiling and she tapped her chin thoughtfully before she moved around the room. It didn’t seem like she was looking for anything there, but the movement gave the illusion of searching.

Truthfully, she was searching—just not here.

There were many trinkets, many things, hidden away in a space where only she and Metallia, perhaps, could access.

After only a moment she let out a sigh of relief and held out her hand. A faint purple light appeared suddenly; within that light something reflected, sending pretty beams of light sparkling across the room. Satisfied with this, Laurelite returned to the two agents.

“To execute your energy gathering theory,” she explained, offering a handful of small crystals. “I’ve been saving these for a while. I had intended to do some research with them, myself, but times have suggested I take another path. I would like for you to have them, though. Here.” She held out her hand and continued to explain, “They will need to be refined, but I think you will find them suitable to your needs. Can you feel the power in them?”

Oh, but it was tempting to sneak after their reigning sovereign and catch a glimpse of what she was doing--but knowing his luck, she'd have her unmentionables laying about and he'd find himself kicked in the groin and thrown deep into the Rift for all of eternity. He stayed where he was, only snapping back to attention when the Queen returned.

The crystals were studied carefully, his green eyes gleaming. What other objects of power did Metallia--and Laurelite--have hidden away? What else?

He did not move to intercept Angelite when she accepted the gems, listening idly to the explanation. Delightful. If they didn't succeed, they could at least see what these little things did... and hell, maybe if they were really lucky, they could just find a way to make them blow the hell up.

Bowing, Obsidian offered a grin to the Queen. "Much obliged, your majesty. We'll make sure to give everyone a good time."

They certainly had work to do.

The Space Cauldron

AND A WRAP.

Ghouliboo