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Adamantine and Silk spotted the two early on, and mostly Ada watched them because she had been interested. They had a dynamic of two that relied on each other.

Though it seemed the femme fatale of the two was more inclined of their little pairing. She reached up and pet the guardian cat. "Should we say hello to them, Silk?" She didn't smile.

"Do you sense anything of the two though?" She wanted to make sure before she dropped in on the two. If she could ascertain an unawaken, she could call in a general king and corrupt them both. Or just one. But maybe both.

Silk was on his usual perch, being Adamantine's shoulder, his claws lightly digging into her collar to anchor him.

He purred softly when his senshi pet him, and leaned a tad to get a good look at the pair that was walking by.

Golden eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "You mean tic tac toe and Mopey as ******** who looks like he's using her as a seeing eye dog?" He stared at them intently for a moment, and then gasped, his small body straightening in excitement. "Yeah!" He said, his voice clearly displaying his feelings. "The chick is a senshi who hasn't awakened yet!" There was a slight pause. "Can't read anything on Mopey---so I dunno---maybe he could be an agent? Or even not, he could be youma fodder, yeah?"

Golden eyes were now wide with excitement, as he looked up to Adamantine for their next move.

Silk's body rose and he gasped in delight when he mentioned feeling the unawakened senshi. That itself was a joy. She had yet the pleasure of being part of a corruption and even more so, after finding them herself. She didn't know how the General would feel, but she didn't want to lose the opportunity.

"Then we will make them ours, won't we?" She jumped down, gracefully landing in front of the pair and looking them over. Even if it seemed that the man was in control, you couldn't tell when you saw them together. The woman clearly held the sway, even as she saw them closer up and the confidence. She tingled with a feeling of excitement.

"I advise you not to scream." She came over and stuck her hand in Fletcher's chest, her gaze looking to Lacey. Adamantine was anything but finessed in this and to be honest, she didn't want to waste time honeying her words. "My name is Adamantine, and this is Silk." Just so that Lacey understood the importance of what was happening, she squeeze a little on Fletcher's chest, the man would feel a tingle of pain and shortness of breath. "You scream and he dies. Or worst. Don't do anything stupid either. I don't have to let you both live."

A crystal was pulled out and she lifted it up.

"Good evening, General King Zinkenite. This is Corrupt Eternal Adamantine at-" She rattled the cross streets she could see. "I have an unawakened senshi and a civilian. Requesting aid in their corruption to the negaverse." She didn't smile at the two as the crystal was moved.

"I'm going to explain this as it happens, so you understand." She said it almost slowly, with quite the monotone. "You have been recruited. When the General King arrives, I expect a degree of respect for him. If you do...." Her gaze remained locked on Lacey's, "You will be rewarded with power and connections you have never known before." Her gaze flicked to Fletcher, "Power, to do with whatever you want."

"Yeah." His little heart was thrumming with anticipation as Adamantine soared. Well practiced at moving with his senshi by now, claws only dug in as much as he needed to keep himself stable, and luckily long past the point of digging into the woman.

Upon landing and confronting the pair, golden eyes were brimming with smug satisfaction as Adamantine wasted no time in getting down to business. Her methods were flawless, and it made him swell with awe and pride. The kitten stood poised on the senshi's shoulder, eyeing the hand in Fletcher's chest with appreciation. He then walked along the back of the woman's shoulders, slinking around the back of her neck to stand on her other shoulder, so that he could get a better look at Lacey.

"Mopey as ******** here may say run, Tic Tac Toe---" That was Lacey, "But that'd be the dumb a** move, because he's definitely dead if we have to chase you down." Silk walked along the back of Adamantine's shoulders again to perch on the shoulder closest to Fletcher. With a balance that only belong to a feline, Silk walked down Adamantine's arm, right up until he was at Fletcher's chest. Golden eyes creased with smugness as he looked up at the man. "Better hope you turn out to be an Agent, because if not, monster chow will be the only thing you're good for."

He turned, walking back up his senshi's arm until he was perched on her shoulder.

He was eager for the arrival of the General King.

She was a strong, well built woman who was neither a stick, nor a ditz. Lacey had grown up learning that the only way to get anything done was to do it herself, and so she had taught herself to be strong because life had not given her any other options. It was either grow to be able to handle yourself, or let the world drag you down, and she was not the sort to ever let the latter of these be viable.

Fletcher's fingers were gentle on her neck, though she knew it was because of an attempt to reassure himself, not her. Lacey opened her mouth.

Whatever response she'd been about to say would never get spoken. A woman had leapt nimbly out of the darkness, landing in a flutter of blue and silver in front of them, and before Lacey could do more than say "What the <******** -" she'd sunk her hand into Fletcher's chest.

He was not dead. That much she could see immediately, beyond the initial stunned realization that some b***h had her hand in Fletcher's chest and that should be an impossible thing, except that she knew it wasn't, because she could see it, and because both Fletcher and Malaise had talked about being attacked by monsters.

But there was no blood. No crack of ribs being splintered apart. Only a pale faced, flat toned woman with a little black cat on her shoulder, and Fletcher gasping out a sound of pain that rattled Lacey's bones, nerve endings feeling as though they were fraying.

"Okay, hold on one second here, Poprocks," Lacey said, "I'm not a ******** coward. I don't run from anyone, even if they do look like they just waltzed right out of a weird a** trippy version of Bewitched." The cat - the talking cat - on the woman's shoulder was given a pointed look. "That means you, Salem wannabe."

The woman was given an appraising look. If Fletcher knew Lacey well enough, he would know she wasn't the type to run, and as it was, she reached out and gave his hand a squeeze, fingers lacing together, though she kept her gaze on the woman.

"You said power and some s**t?" she asked, head tilting. "I could do with a bit of that. What say you, Fletcher?"

Her eyes, steady and calm, met his eyes at length. There was a fluttering sound, and then a man with dark blue hair appeared somewhere behind them, footsteps announcing his presence as he stepped closer. He too was given a scrutinizing sort of look, Lacey's expression calculating.

"I can deal with pain," she said dismissively. "I don't care. And anyway, as long as you don't rip out my guy's heart here, I'm down for whatever, especially if it means I get to have power and whatever connections you were talking about."

Fletcher's hand was given another squeeze. It said trust me without words, because she had never given up on them, ever, and he would know that.

He could hardly breath, like some great force had settled around his chest and with each too quick exhale the vice tightened. An almost familiar sense of suffocation that sent his mind reeling back to the brief chaotic snippets of consciousness he could remember from his night in the emergency room when they'd had to shove a tube down his throat because he'd stopped breathing. What he could remember of that night was terrifying but he honestly couldn't remember that much.

But he was wide awake this time and it was impossible for the bassist not to assume the worst. Not with the cat strutting up the length of the woman's arm to taunt, and not with the way those slender fingers tore a scream from the man's throat with only the slightest squeeze of those delicate little fingers.

There was another voice there, but Fletcher didn't see the source where he stood behind him. He felt him. Strength of will or something else entirely, even if he'd never spoken Fletcher would have known he was there, hand in his chest or not. The weight of his regard on his back carried literal weight that lifted the hairs on the nape of his neck.

He was grateful when Lacey's hand found his, and he squeezed her hand back as their finger's laced. From his perspective it really didn't look like they had much of choice, at least not for him. Submit or die seemed the hang in the air unspoken but implied, and hadn't that cat just referred to him as monster bait?

The woman, Adamantine withdrew her hand finally as Lacey gave what sounded like consent and Fletcher sagged on his feet as that awful pressure pain mix finally lifted. His free hand snapped up to press over his chest as he pulled in grateful lungfuls of air to catch his breath, baby blues watching the woman warily. Then the man at their backs with a quick turn of his head.

He wanted to ask them what exactly it all meant, being recruited as they'd called it, but Lacey's hand gripping his tightly brought his gaze back down to her. She'd already consented, and he couldn't let her do this alone.

Besides, what choice did he really have? She'd have killed him if he died on her again.

"Okay."

Silk got to work covering the General King's powerful aura as soon as Zinkenite's pulsed, but if he could have saluted the man, he would have. Instead, he gave the General King a firm and solid nod, chest welling up with a mixture of awe because how cool was this General King!? He was bad a** and he was like a ninja. Also, like his senshi, he wasted no time getting down to business, which really just shot the man up even more in his books.

Despite focusing, Silk always had time to be snarky.

"I'm no Salem wannabe, Short Stack." He sneered at Lacey. "He's not real, is he?" To Adamantine, the Guardian gave a firm nod as well. "Yeah---pen after---" Silk blinked when his nose was booped, starting a bit and if he could have blushed, he would have. Because like---not in front of the General King.

He was trying to be all cool and stuff.

It was hard to be cool when his snoot was booped.

But the embarrassment was over quickly---after all, his ego was soaring as everything was coming together, and the praise from Zinkenite was the icing on the cake.