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The message was simple, sent directly to his lovely new tablet. Carnelian thought the crystals were an interesting way to communicate over distances without using a cellphone system, but tablets had more glamour to them. The corrupted senshi was out on patrol, collecting energy as necessary for his weekly quota when the message came in. He certainly didn't mind the break, and took the time to find a warm lounging spot near a 24-hour coffee house's main entrance. A nook above the door, hidden by trees and the elaborate overhang, Carnelian pulled his tablet from subspace to see who was hailing him.

Someone named Stellarite, which was a lovely name now that Carnelian thought about it, was requesting his presence in Negaspace. She sought to get to know the corrupted senshi among their ranks, she explained, which was intriguing in and of itself. Most of the time, Negaverse agents wanted nothing to do with corrupted senshi, calling them traitors at worst, or creepy at best. Most simply avoided senshi. Finding an officer that took an interest in senshi was incredibly unusual.

It was warmer down there, anyway. Carnelian certainly didn't mind a summons to somewhere warmer, and if someone were to reprimand him for leaving patrol early, well... they could talk to Stellarite.

Teleportation was quick and easy, the corrupted senshi arriving in the main area of Negaspace to dust himself off and warm up. Brushing his hair aside, the redhead now had to find the one named Stellarite.

Having given up all too early trying to find the one named Stellarite, Carnelian was busy lounging on one of the rocky outcroppings. One leg over the knee of the other, the redhead was somewhat surprised when a lovely blonde approached. A Captain, just like the description. She was cute and knew how to dress, which impressed him immediately.

"Yes, it is~ You must be Stellarite? I have to say, I love your outfit. It's not often an agent asks for a senshi specifically. To what do I owe the pleasure~?"

Stepping down from his perch, heels clicking, Carnelian gave Stellarite a bow, his coat flowing behind him. The redhead wasn't about to complain about the disdain most agents held for the senshi in their midst - if Stellarite was one of those, complaining about his position in the organization would not endear him to the blonde. Carnelian had to remember that.

I tend to deal with senshi in particular.

The statement raised his eyebrows, but in a positive way. Not many agents seemed to like the presence of senshi in their ranks, and even fewer associated with them purposefully. The fact that Stellarite sought him out personally was a point of pride to the redhead. Without an officeror a team to call his own (though Tantalite was quite endearing), Carnelian was a bit of a free agent.

"It's my pleasure, truly. Is there something I can assist with? Or do you like the stroke the egos of all the senshi you meet with? Not that I mind." The redhead playfully winked at the Captain, trying to asses just how unofficial he could be before the blonde's tolerance was used up.

"If you're looking for a hairstylist, you've found one. You wouldn't believe some of the messes new senshi get themselves into when they transform for the first time. Thank goodness the General-Sovereigns allowed me to transport some of our old salon chairs and sinks down here. Otherwise, the senshi ranks would be even more of a mess."

Hand to his chest, Carnelian seemed overly pleased by the blonde Captain. She was formal, had lovely manners and a place in her heart to treat corrupted senshi as people, rather than simple subordinates. Stellarite's request for combat training was met with raised eyebrows, as Carnelian himself was more of a lover than a fighter. "I'll do what I can, Captain, but I'm afraid there are far more violent redheads in the Negaverse than myself. General Obsidian and I may look similar, but he's got a taste for blood on the battlefield that I simply don't have."

Clicking his tongue, the corrupted senshi seemed to think to himself for a moment in consideration before shrugging. "As long as my face doesn't become mangled, I'm sure I could learn a thing or three from you, Captain. Besides, the highers-up have been... insisting that I increase my skills in battle as well. No matter how much I tell them that I'd rather flirt with the enemy than fight, they don't listen..."

With a chuckle to himself, Carnelian brushed his coat of dust. "You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, right? Just tell me what you'd like me to do, Captain."

"As long as you don't target my face, then I'd be up for practicing. I'm more of a lover, not a fighter, but I suppose having the experience would prevent me from being on the receiving end of White Moon aggression... Besides, maybe the higher-ups would leave me be about all this."

Stellarite was attractive. She had charm. No doubt she knew exactly what she was doing. "A spar is fine, Captain."

With a deep sigh, Carnelian knew he had to at least look like he was putting forth some effort. One never knew who or who wasn't keeping an eye on them. The redhead started with a trot and gradually sped up to a healthy run straight at Stellarite, only to disappear at the last moment and teleport behind her. Those katars looked sharp, and Carnelian would rather have one for himself. The corrupt attempted to sweep Stella's legs from beneath her to snatch up one of her weapons.