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Pyro arrived in a timely manner for once.

Not because he was excited or anything, he was more curious about this new training and against a general?

The only generals that Pyro knew were Natron and Stuffy old Zircon.

She was hardly a FUN general too.

"Yo!" The half youma raised a hand and then crossed his arms. Hauyne would probably be here soon, wouldn't they?

Training was good. Any sort of training was a benefit when it came to not getting The Dead: magic parameters, speed and dexterity out hopping rooves to overpasses, energy draining and alleyways 101. Live combat training, with live other officers, was something of a treat. Showing a bust on any transfers for any sort of regularlity under a CO, the offer going out for anything with a General who was ready and willing was a golden goose too good to really consider passing up.

Maybe a good impression could be made? Maybe another bad impression. Confidence is key. Confidence is key. Confidence. “The penitent man shall pass”??? What is that from?

Movie distractions helped from the general discomfiture of the wildly empty room. At least there were others there already, but without obvious barriers there wasn’t go to be a lot of tactical dodging compared to straight fisticuffs. Officers’ weapons didn’t need reloading, unlike senshi magic. And the powers-that-be'd was standing all creeper-movie style as was the wont of the upper echelons. Why be a norm, one could reasonably suppose. A nod of acknowledgement was dispensed, but straight up talking when they were in the Badass McBadass pose was Never a Good Idea, Avoid Fraternization.

Approaching the other Captain’s side, Haüyne started the greeting from entry and continued it on a drawn out breath until punching him lightly in greeting, in the shoulder, “Buuuuuuuuuuussssssssssssssssssssss-”

“We tagging in and out in this affair, or just burnin’ it? Or still too early for the rules of engagement?” The Lieutenant in situ seemed the polite and formal sort. Haüyne winked over at them and mouthed, “ Yo.”

Silk all but jumped on the opportunity when it was presented to him. Not only did he think it was great because his General put it together, but because it gave him something he was sorely lacking. Exposure. This was a great way to see others of the Negaverse outside of his team, and more importantly, to see how they treated each other. That conversation with Regan about agents treating their senshi things like s**t really bothered him. So when a senshi finally made an appearance, Silk's attention was riveted on---

On---

"Zircon." The kitten hissed up to the general he was currently seated next to, sitting on his haunches. "What is that senshi thing?" Because he couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, and it was important he knew. So important. He noticed her scowl when she observed one of the participants, and his golden gazed followed her's to land on the Captain the senshi thing seemed to be pals with.

"Also, why are we staring?"

But since Zircon was scowling, Silk joined in, and glared at the half-youma Captain.

One by one they trickled in and there was the barest hint of an upward curl of his mouth as he waited, feet apart with his shoulders square and hands behind his back. As each person entered the room, they'd receive the weight of his gaze for a few seconds before it would shift to someone else.

Pyrophanite was given a longer regard, the general taking the time to assess the scales that crawled up the younger agent's face. Briefly, he wondered what type of youma share occupancy with the captain, if it was something akin to what Cinnabar held or something else entirely. Knowing the variety of youma that crawled through the troves of the rift, and knowing that he hadn't seen but a fraction of what the place housed, Labyrinthite knew that it could have been anything.

Still, he wondered.

Paracelsian was given a passing glance and a nod in response to the greeting. Instead, his gaze settled upon the brunette corrupt and his eyes narrowed. His lips curled upward into the beginning of a snarl that he barely managed to reign in, the barest hint of it audible when he suddenly inhaled sharply through his nose and straightened his spine.

Not now, he thought as he resolved to show only his best face. He was in control, not the rattling beast behind it's bars with it's darker, crueler tendencies demanding to be set free.

Thus, he welcomed the distraction of the way Zircon and his mauvian moved in solidarity to shoot a glare in the direction of the half-youma.

Interesting.

He would have to follow up on the whys later, this was not the time and someone else had entered the space. A nod was given to Lime and he gave them all a moment to settle before he spoke.

"Welcome, as you know, I am General Labyrinthite. My tenure with the Negaverse has been a long one, but I have not had as many opportunities to familiarize myself with everything within our organization. That being said," he paused, gaze drifting over each of the gathered one by one before he settled on whomever was in the 'middle' of them, "I would like to thank you for coming."

Shifting, he began to walk around, circling the gathered as if it would help him assess what they brought to the table. He kept from stepping too close to the senshi, despite the way instinct tried to coax him to. "To answer your question, this is a free-for-all of sorts. I am your single target and I will go against all of you in tandem. General Zircon is here to provide assistance and observe, for research." His grin slipped into something darker, easily noticed if anyone was watching.

"Are there any questions?"

‘For research’ was a mantra, and mostly it meant ‘we’re not about to tell you s**t, but you’re gonna bleed for it.’ Why the research, such as it was, required teams of subordinate officers, was anyone’s guess. Maybe the R&D had developed some fancy pants new boot-inserts, or powdered-cocaine starseed dust, that the General had taken and was going to get trials of efficacy on. Or it could be statistics about teamwork, or failure, between officers who weren’t regularly working together. The cat, a small one, was a strange addition made weirder by honing in on ….it looked like Bus? The cats had so little to do with the Agents as far as what the training manual said about purpose, powers and expectations. There was only one corrupted senshi present, namely Machine, so was it observing something or trying out something on all the agents? With the help of….agents? General Zircon and General Labyrinthite. Need-to-Know-Basis research and ball-busting brawl-times.


Bus was makin sweet on The Zircon in a ridiculous way.
The words were meant for Bus, if he’d pick up on them and a knife-thrower’s intention of keeping distance from a hopefully, eventually, stationary General. Could be stationary from someone’s abilities, weapon, or murdering some poor ******** face. Really, Machine was just hoping not to be target chosen number one and start a Yakety Sax chase around the place. Meanwhile the Labyrinthite was circling them in a way that was like a sheepdog herding, and instinct and small training screamed that if a General wanted you to form up tight, all nut-to-butt, it should be done. That was exactly the sort of way to get killed in a fight when some people had the A-o-E Devil’s Halitosis goin’ on. Haüyne gave a slow, rolling, grooving-to-unheard-music nod, “Right on. I’ll bullseye from the outside. “


The corrupted set to a rapid fire of back handsprings to get out of the group, trying to get out of the General’s arc, and as much out of Bus’ way as possible.

This group seemed to understand things easily, with the half-youma easily excitable from his observation and...he had some sort of interested in his second-in-command. Labyrinthite would have to press that matter further, at a later date.

After perhaps.

It was curious thing, after all.

No questions came, outside of captain's questioning and the senshi, the very one that he kept eyeing, did multiple backsprings to put space between them.

His grin sharpened, hunger flashing in the depths of his whiskey eyes.

Luckily for the corrupt, someone else had garnered his attention by trying to run away and he moved, grabbing at the back of the lieutenant's (Lime) uniform. "Where do you think you're going?" He snarled, before his arm moved, as if he was going to throw Lime into someone else.

((OOC: In the interest of being able to move these along we will no longer be sticking with any sort of posting order. After this post, please only quote the people you're interacting with in your post and feel free to post at any time in any order except when attacking Labyrinthite, in which case please wait for my response. I will do my best to respond in a timely manner and hope to keep any response times from me to two weeks or less. Thanks again for all of your participation and if you have any questions please PM me or ask them in quotes <3))

Lime's sense of self preservation was probably the only thing he had going for him on most days. That was, until he chose to get noticed and worse, caught by the crazy general who very likely would feed him to a youma if it was allowed, (and even if it wasn't).
"Uh-" Lime was trying to think of an excuse, any excuse really, to get him out of this.
"I'd rather not say." Not an excuse but the truth of 'because you ******** terify me' didn't quite cut it. Not with a guy like this.

Wiggling in an attempt to free himself lime was stupid enough to ask "Can you let me go already?"