The request had been a simple one that had gone across the 'newly' issued tablet; a call for available agents to meet with one General Labyrinthite within a spacious meeting room for a round combat training. The details itself were unclear outside of the time, place, and the fact that there would be combat.
The good general himself had arrived thirty minutes prior to the stated meeting time so that he could set up a folding chair against one of the barren walls for Zircon should she need it and a small cat bed beside it should Silk come to watch as he had been invited to. As for the rest of the room, it remained empty but seemingly spacious, stone stretching along in a length that would take Labyrinthite several handfuls of strides to cross.
Moving into the center he stood, whiskey eyes watching the singular entrance for everyone to trickle in.
((Sorry about the delay in setting this up! As a reminder this is a group combat battle with the agents vs General Labyrinthite, if there are any specific requests about damage taken or damage inflicted please let me know!))
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The notice had been a curious one when she'd received it, Angelite almost initially dismissing it as an afterthought. The only Generals she'd worked closely with in her duration of the Negaverse had been Obsidian and Cinnabar, neither of which had made mention of a Labyrinthite - but then again, neither had been very vocal as of late, so it was probably to be expected.
The mysterious General's so-called "return" had not gone unmissed by watchful eyes and ears, who had heard of the aftermath caused by the Greater Youma's presence not terribly far out of the city's limits. While Angelite had dealt with her fair share of intelligent youma in the past, the fact someone could take control and utilize the resources of such an incredible power...
Well, it was worth at least looking into.
Which was how the thirty-five year old found herself entering the designated meeting room precisely five minutes prior to the predetermined time.
The heels of her boots announced her entrance as blue eyes surveyed the room. She paused upon spotting the tall man with pink-tipped hair and offered a curt nod in respect, followed by a simple acknowledgement of "General," before moving to the side, allowing others room to join.
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If Larimar had been asked (which they hadn't) they might have claimed, if given the air to do so, that although Ashanite was a perfectly fine General - aside from his everpresent dramatics, his ability to get nasty with the enemy and think nothing of it, and his worrying frequency for recruiting teenage girls - his combat-teaching skills needed work. It was a plain truth, if a little slanted the way they wanted to see it, and that suited them fine.
Mostly they just didn't want to get murdered by anyone. That included Labyrinthite, but beggars really couldn't be choosers. Theoretically, if he almost murdered them here, the accompanying Captains might offer medical help? (Dying was probably more likely, actually, when they put it that way. Faustite had a face younger than Larimar did, and just because Angelite looked a little faux-medical didn't mean anything.)
"General Labyrinthite," they greeted with a nod, and then turned to the side. "Captain."
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How bored were you that you would solicit other generals' subordinates for combat? The creature-captain frowned at the incoming message. But the compulsion took root — Faustite knew he had no worthwhile excuse to avoid any kind of combat training. Even if what Labyrinthite proposed was a test, then official documentation would prove his fighting prowess as his weakest offer to the Negaverse.
Faustite had reasons other than compulsory order-taking and poor fighting form to take the call, however. Labyrinthite was a general as yet unmet. He never once crossed paths with a General Labyrinthite, and aside from circuitous rumors, knew nothing about him but for the sound of his voice now. So who was this general, and how was he broken? Arsenopyrite sported a laughably broken moral compass with which he justified himself. Umber cast out empathy with scorn. Schörl never actualized anyone past the point of playtoys. Chrysocolla couldn't function her way through a simple interpersonal transaction. But what was Labyrinthite's story? Where did his rank do him wrong?
Or would he be the exception to prove the rule?
Faustite crossed paths, climbed stairs, and opened doors without seeing or feeling another face. When he finally broached the indicated area, however, he noted a few figures in the room: one with blonde-black hair and a dark nurse's outfit, one he recognized as Lieutenant Larimar (who looked perfectly fine after the webs — though he knew he should ask regardless), and a stranger recognized as the general in question. He decided, then, that he would save the pleasantries for after the main event. The Negaverse liked its combat training rough; it seemed likely that they'd be sharing infirmary beds afterward.
"It's a brazen move to summon other people's subordinates here, General. Peer relations must be no concern." He took his stand equidistant from the unfamiliar captain and Larimar, with hands folded behind his back.
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The general was pleased to note that the responding officers did not take long to report to the designated meeting place at, on, or close to the designated meeting time. His gaze flicked from each of the agents as they filtered in, his hands clasped together behind his back as he stood with his feet spread apart.
He recognized Angelite, or thought he did, from the meeting when everyone had been gathered and summoned by Metallia's will. She had only stood out because of whom she had stood by, anyone who could stand to be within such close proximity to wild card Obsidian was someone worth remembering.
The others he did not, but his gaze fell upon Larimar as he entered, a curt nod offered in response but he did not move from his place. There was one more that would be joining, where were they--
Ah, there he was.
Whiskey-gold settled on the metal pipes that protruded from the captain's back and he looked to the man's face, wondering if he had been as foolish as the wolf and ventured into the depth of a wilderness he was unprepared for or if it was something else.
Perhaps he would inquire, after.
"It was not a summons," he answered, mouth splitting into a sharktoothed grin. Something in his eyes flashed as he stepped forward, arms unfolding and he adjusted the cuffs of his coat. "It was a request, you or your commanding officer could have refused and yet, here you are." He was unbothered by the question, but the way he walked as he circled the gathered, pressing close enough that his presence might coax them to crowd closer together, was much like a predator trying to herd prey.
"You may report to others, but it would be foolish," he paused, standing just behind Faustite though he was addressing everyone gathered, "to assume that you are exempt from orders from those that outrank you." In some cases, it could have gone far enough to be foolish to think that you didn't report to someone just because you held a title.
"This session will begin shortly, are there any questions?"
She failed to recognize either of the other two participants as they made their way into the room, though blue eyes widened significantly at the sight of the half-youma Captain. She'd heard the stories from her superior, of monsters meshing with men to create new, terrifying levels of humanity that were better off left for dead or memories. It was her first time at seeing one for herself and they were, without a doubt, as menacing and strange as she'd have imagined them to be.
Nevertheless, both attendees were given nods out of respect; regardless of species, they were her peers and, from the sound of things, her comrades in this summons.
....er, request, as he pointedly corrected the youma-man.
The notion of combat training sounded as ideal as being forced to work in the hospital without gloves. She was a thinker, not a fighter so for her to willingly subject herself to a round of testing...well, at least Obsidian would find amusement in it, once the deed was done.
Clearing her throat, she raised her chin up in faux defiance, as if to disprove even to herself that his almost maniacal grin didn't shake her.
There were questions aplenty, but none Larimar felt comfortable asking at this juncture; something about Labyrinthite was uncomfortably feral and just the slightest bit hidden, and what respect were they owed, anyway? No, better to wait and ask over someone else's body if needed. To them, that seemed only reasonable.
Hopefully I'll prove my worth and become a Captain soon. Can't be too soon, really. They palmed their weapon in one hand, fingers curling around the child-safety sized handholds, ever-cognizant of the dullness of the blades. I don't have the time to actually learn something physical and hand-to-hand, but if this toy becomes a sword I can at least pretend I've developed an interest in fencing. Don't they teach swordfighting over at Nott's, anyways? It was just questions for another time.
Larimar kept quiet, eyes flickering from Angelite to Faustite to Labyrinthite and back again, and took mental notes.
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There are no requests with generals. Black eyes tracked the speaking entity thusly, taking note of bared teeth and lit challenge in his visage. The man set to encircle them, to circumscribe them into butting up against each other's backs. Like a swimming shark, he supposed. Like a predatory cat.
But they were not prey. If it's a request, then you're not a general.
Not an effective one, at least.
But he padded around behind and Faustite stiffened, his avian body bent perfectly to his whim, as the tall general spoke from behind him. You must enjoy smelling smoke. His rank echoed out over the room, its chaotic fingers pressing to every last inch of the walls, domineering all other auras present. But that rank preceeded him, and what stood behind Faustite postured in a loathsome way. Schörl would not make such a mistake, but she was exemplary of the worst general's rot. She was the bedrock to the rank. And this general, already power-drunk and putrid with his own standing, tipped the hand that confirmed his rank.
A frustrating, circular conundrum.
Poor form aside, he knew the consequences. The unknown captain, the remembered Larimar each answered to a superior. And if they performed poorly, if they turned down this 'request' and walked back out of the room to better duties, those superiors would hear about it.
And those superiors would demonstrate their superiority in their own marvelously broken way.
"If there's combat, we need to know names. I'm Faustite." His starless eyes found the lone lieutenant. "You're Larimar." They reached again for the blond. "But I don't know you." What name do I call when something's about to crush your shoulder?
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The smoke puffing from the protruding pipes was bothersome but not unbearable, though Labyrinthite continued forward as he listened to the presented questions, or comments, in Faustite's case. Or lack there of, he supposed, in the case of Larimar.
"Weapons, magic, skills," he replied to Angelite, coming to stand before the gathered parties again with his gaze flicking over to the half-youma.
What tricks do you have up your sleeve I wonder, the general thought.
"Whatever is at your disposal." His arm extended and out from subspace came the large, heavy bone scythe he'd learned to wield with one hand. The tip of the blade rested against the ground before it was hoisted up, grip automatically shifting to accommodate. "Now," the smirk was back, something akin to excitement lighting up his eyes as the thought and rush of adrenaline rose to the call of battle.
"Let's begin."
Without another word, he was stepping forward, the weapon sliding in his palms as he lashed out at the gathered collective.
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]Angelite She had assumed that weapons would be allowed - hand to hand combat had served her poorly in the past but her inefficiency with her new weapon wasn't making her future much brighter. If anything, bleakness was on the horizon for Captain Angelite, less one of her other companions had some tricks up their sleeves against the formidable General standing in front of them.
The youma-Captain's comment brought a soft hue of pink to her cheeks as blue eyes offered a side glance in his direction. "Pardon my lack of manners, I'm not myself when put in... unusual situations. Angelite, Captain, at your service."
There wasn't enough time to chat, however, as the Reaper General decided to summon his terrifying looking scythe. Gut instinct had her raising her hand to collect her less-than-intimidating quirt whip from the subspace but the weapon had little time to even make an initial snap before she was moving back to dodge the incoming blow of the curved blade.
Christ, he's insane!
Who used deadly weapons without hesitation against their own coworkers?
Angelite paused, then winced. Okay, so she might know of a particular other ginger General who would have fun with that.
Heart beating wildly, she took a deep breath and looked to the others as her brain quickly attempted to calculate her next course of action.
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Faustite spared himself no more than a sigh; impending combat with a general spelled broken bones as much as easy wins. Umber claimed his count of fractures from Faustite's slight body, each a crippling trophy over his boyish senses of civility and moderation. Now he faced the redux — the test to confirm that he had the strength of wit to listen to his body's cries.
To incense the situations that demanded those cries.
Gold's lilting song stirred attention, and across the floor spread a great shadow to a great weapon. A great curve of bone rose up, light pouring between unseeing holes in a great long-dead skull, and out its beak jutted a great, garish blade. Its profile was unmistakeable — its shape stood for toil and finality, for harvest and for certainty, for death. And as it lurched upward slowly, laboriously, Faustite turned from his position with the general at his back. Starless eyes settled on his form: on the bend of knee beneath the general's toned frame. The weapon looked as impossibly heavy as it was deadly.
And heavy meant slow. Heavy meant power.
Heavy meant telegraphed. Labyrinthite stepped into a winding swing and Faustite swallowed down all petty pretenses of fear for his life — a life that long lost succor — and stepped forward for that swing. He strafed to close the distance to the general his arc assuring not blade but wicked bone, and in the scant second before impact, Faustite pushed the smoke out of his body.
And as soon as that second came to pass, the sweep struck him squarely in the ribs. Wind rushed out of him as he was sent to the wall, head colliding with old slate, but pipes blessedly spared beyond the few singing cracks around their bolts.
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Dispersion ;; Range: 3 foot radius with Faustite at the epicenter. Duration: 30 seconds Use Count: 3x Miss Chance: Circumventing magic, stepping out of range. Effect: Faustite draws his hands together, and a sound like an opening lighter may be heard. Smoke pours from Faustite in a deafening blast. Those caught in the initial blast endure a ringing in the ears and mild disorientation. Breathing smoke causes burning lungs, stinging eyes, and frequent coughing. Ringing ears and coughing symptoms linger after leaving the smoke for 5 seconds. Any lasting damage is defending player's choice.
