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It had been over a year since Wolfeite had come into his life, since he'd been recruited by the Negaverse with the promise of being brought out of the White Moon and into the Chaos. In March of the previous year, Wolfeite had brought him to General Labyrinthite, introduced him to the Pack and given Aue a purpose he could actually get behind.

Since then he'd done as his masters had bade him, despite how ill-suited he was for 'making nice' with the Order idiots - and they were idiots, almost to a one, with the rare shining example of intelligence popping up here and there. He could count them on one hand, the Order soldiers that he didn't want to throttle into silence. Thraen. Remus. Celsus. Three, in over a year of activity.

Not that all members of the Negaverse were brilliant bastions of intellect and sense.

But at the very lease, Aue felt more at ease with their ranks.

He was ready - long past ready, really - and it was time for the Wolfe to make good on his word. Where American McGee's General was, he did not know - that phone had been silent and dusty since the last face-to-face they'd had. In all that time, it had been Tourmaline and Wolfeite that had kept him in the loop, kept him working.

And so he put the call out, all but demanding the Wolfe come to attend him. It had taken much effort and planning, but the time had come to meet his General again. An abandoned warehouse by the river. A senshi in white and yellow, impatient and with a dog whistle to his lips, sounding high and shrill - nothing Wolfeite would appreciate, and yet it was perfect because despite the half-monster's mastery, their relationship - as it were - required specific things from Aue. The whistle fed into one of them.

Come to me, Wolf. Give me what you promised.

A general's aura radiated malice and Chaos so heavily it was like being around a perfume booth in the mall: cloying and unpleasant. And yet, Aue had grown fairly used to it, to tamping down the revulsion that seemed to come automatically with being in white. So he felt Wolfeite very clearly and didn't flinch when his General swiped the silver whistle.

"I had it engraved, don't ******** that up." Aue wasn't kidding, he'd had a tiny wolf head and "Wolfy" engraved into the gleaming metal of the whistle's barrel. As always, seeing the half-monster brought up a flurry of emotions, all of which he pressed down. Not going to play with you right now, I've got important business. Fun as it might be.

With an expression as sour as his sphere, the senshi crossed his hands over his chest and flashed his neat, even teeth. "Have I displeased? Served improperly? Failed my duties to the Pack?" Is there a reason you ******** have left me in white so long, or is it just because s**t dropped with the craggy, unsettled nature of the Pack? Either way, it's bullshit and I'm done.

"It's been over a year. I'm done playing with white moon a**-clowns, General." When one wanted something from a vicious beast, one had to play things on the submissive side - to a point.

"Very gracious of you." Aue knew Wolfeite wasn't going to get rid of the whistle any more than he'd get rid of the senshi himself. There was an order to things between them, rules that had to be followed. He was very good at following those rules...it was partially why their power games could be played at all, for Wolfeite - no matter how much he may have wanted it - would never have stood for Aue pulling half the s**t he did if the senshi didn't understand the Rules of engagement.

Of course the monster dog would make him say it plainly, just as Aue would have if their situations were reversed. Part of their Game. But he had a part to play in their little drama, didn't he?

"You know what I want, General. I am tired of living two lives." Aue watched Wolfeite pacing with narrowed eyes and an impatient twitching of his fingers against his own arm. "Corrupt me." And now came the difficult part, to get what he wanted on his terms, because while almost every bit of his life was in the new space he'd prepared for Lauri, there were still a few last minute things he needed to set in motion so his 'disappearance' wasn't mourned by family nor explored by the police.

However set his teeth on edge and his irritation with their little game higher still. Thankfully Wolfeite's words soothed his irritation some, it was as he'd been told - only those one rung higher could perform a corruption fully without resulting in death - or perhaps worse.

"I see." Aue looked over the darkly furred General with a measuring eye, expression furthering the idea that Wolfeite was lacking. He watched for the tell-tale twitching of the Wolf's too expressive ears, the subtle jerk of tail that meant the barb hit and he liked it.

"This is...acceptable. I require an evening, perhaps more, to finalize my civilian exit." Good, yes. He was getting everything he wanted - hopefully as he wanted it.

With how tightly strung Wolfeite was there was no evidence of surprise on Aue's face as the semi-feral General came forward to assault the senshi with a punishing kiss that was all teeth and barely restrained fury. He truly is a wild beast... Aue did not resist being manhandled, and though the teeth tearing at his lip wasn't comfortable, he merely wiped at the trickle of blood Wolfeite caused while giving the other man a knowing look.

"Very well, General. My identity is yours." Aue powered down, letting the flush of magic drain away in an underwhelming manner; he'd always found the powering up part to be wholly over-done, like a children's cartoon, but the powering down was anti-climactic as hell. Instead of some weird glowing, flowing light the magic merely shimmered a moment and then went away, leaving Pasi Järvinen in Aue's place.

Tight black denim replaced the magical yellow 'pants' and white stockings, nondescript brown boots the stupidly pointed slippers. Pasi was wearing a black longsleeved shirt with buttons, and a dark grey beanie- style hat with his hair loose. "This is me, for however many hours. Then I will be someone else." He'd picked all of that out too. Lauri Virtainen would rise from the ashes and walk proudly within the Negaverse.

It didn't take much for Pasi to figure one very obvious thing out thanks to the way the General reacted to seeing his civilian face. We know each other But which of the admittedly small pool of people he interacted with somewhat regularly could it be? A fellow classmate?

No, closer than that, or Wolfeite wouldn't be reacting quite so strongly.

It was the laughter, more than anything, that made him think of Archer Wren. That, and Archer was the only person in Pasi's life that made even the slightest bit of sense. Shirt twisted, lifted and pulled forward; harsh words of derision and disbelief. It can only be him...but if it's not... As much an a*****e as the Finn could be, he didn't kiss and tell - the last thing he'd want to do was let someone's little...secret...out. But the whole time he'd been working with Wolfeite and the Pack he'd been taking calculated risks.

What was one more?

"Don't blame me for noticing how much you like being held down." No name, but enough said to tell whether or not it really was Archer before him. <******** magical glamour bullshit, useful but still a giant pain in the arse.

There were good and bad sides to being of above average intelligence in Destiny City. On the one hand, it meant that you could put s**t together quickly...on the other, it meant that you might feel you're going insane as the glamour magic kept forcing you to question whether or not Person A was also B. Pasi likely could have gone batshit ages ago, had he cared to parse such things.

He had a moment of actual fear when the General changed his grasp on the soft black shirt, obviously enraged by being called out. But instead of death, Pasi found himself thrown bodily across the dusty, debris-strewn floor of the abandoned building. He landed hard on his side - without Aue's magic enveloping him, he was just another normal human and the half-monster's strength far surpassed his own. But I'm alive, and that's what matters.

"Hello Archer. Nice to ********' see you too." With a grunt the Finn got up onto his feet, dusting himself off and shooting annoyed looks in Archer's direction. How long can he look normal? Fascinating. At least two hours, a bit more.

"You look stressed. Want a chew toy? A belly rub?"

Pasi regarded Archer warily, but felt certain enough that he'd want Aue corrupted more than he'd want to murder the Finn for having been Aue.

"I mean, if you've got the time." Because it was best to answer Archer in such a manner, he responded better to aggression or straight-shot honesty. He didn't much appreciate the way the half-monster in sheep's clothing kept glowering at him, nor the accusations.

"I don't lie, dumb a**. I wanted the stupid uniform as much as you want bows in your hair. But you're welcome to enjoy that. Tomorrow."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Pasi cocked his head at his bristling companion. "So...my place? Before it's no longer mine." Considering that he figured the glamour over his General was timed, the Finn figured he'd make use of Archer for as long as it lasted. Whether that meant moving the last of his stuff together or something else was entirely up in the air. There wasn't much to do, just a suitcase of clothes, his bed, some equipment for ID making, and his laptop.