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 Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2019 6:49 pm
A general was requested to meet Nat at a alleyway a few streets from his home and dropped him off outside if the barracks. There, Captain Wolframite had been waiting. Aside from speaking with Cavansite, Wolframite would be the one closely helping Rakovanite adjust to the Negaverse. The man had asked many questions before but now anything and everything could be answered without much hesitation.
He was prepared for it and went through why would be vital for him to know and learn for his survival.
When Rakovanite appeared with the general, Wolframite thanked the officer as they left and turned to the lieutenant. "Welcome to the Negaverse. Also known as the Earth Kingdom."
He wondered how his first teleport went.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2019 1:19 pm
The most dreadful thing had occurred to him in the days and weeks since Rakovanite's corruption.
If he had decided not to trust and therefore utilize anyone immediately supervising him on the off chance that they might suspect he held some ill-will toward another agent, it meant that Rakovanite had to find contacts elsewhere.
He didn't want Cavansite to know when and where he snooped. He couldn't trust Wolframite to not report to her about it, so there had to be others who were less interested in his progress but that he could rely on to get him places or who he could ask specific information of and not seem shady over why he wanted said information. What a horrific, displeasing thought, that he would have to go out of his way to find people he could successfully use.
Today, though, he still had to rely on Wolframite to find a general who could teleport him to Negaspace. His first teleport to Negaspace. His first teleport in general.
Rakovanite had been careful to read through the guides and prepare himself with at very least the most readily available information. He'd had opportunity to spend a few nights powered, though had been careful to not engage anything while he still couldn't accurately judge what he was capable of and spent the time powered simply adjusting.
He was getting used to the feeling.
Though that didn't prepare him for what essentially amounted to the flood of energy that was Negaspace. Wolframite met him outside the barracks, and Rakovanite gave little more than a nod in greeting. "I didn't see a reference to the 'Earth Kingdom' anywhere on the datapad. How very... Last Airbender-ish." He spared a glance sidelong, to the building, to his surroundings and shrugged. "It isn't much more than what it sounds like it should be, is it? Darkness, crags, and rubble..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2019 6:28 am
"Well when the entire landscape is blasted with Moon Magic, it doesn't leave much to thrive after. Whatever the case, it is at least hidden enough now to not be targeted." Though he knew the Rift had been invaded once from the help of foreign assistance.
He had wondered how proactive the lieutenant would be with researching before coming here. It seemed he had went through the basic information posted on the pads to new recruits. "Since you have been reading up, anything you'd like to start asking about?"
"Also, have you attempted to summon your weapon?'
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2019 7:26 am
Rakovanite supposed he could ask how this all began, how this place could be 'blasted with moon magic,' or where exactly Nagaspace was. But as far as his goals went, a history lesson mattered little. It wasn't relevant to why he'd joined and the information wouldn't serve as anything more than something to pass the time, at this point. Maybe one day his curiosity would win out over necessity, but not today.
"As far as I have learned, it is often the teacher who sets the curriculum," Rakovanite answered flatly. "And as I have taken the time to read the 'textbook' variant of why and how we do what we do, I expected you would give me more hands-on information."
His nose crinkled in distaste at the mention of his weapon, which Rakovanite, admittedly, knew little about. "December said they are useless," he answered. "I will not waste time and effort on something that will be of no benefit to me."
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2019 7:00 am
"It doesn't matter if you preceive it as worthless. It's giving you a clue as the base mechanics of your future weapon on most cases. Summon your weapon." He said, already getting tired of Rak's behavior.
"I'll give an example. I had a jump rope as my first weapon. Useless for harming someone but it gave you a understanding of weight and how to swing the ends without hitting yourself in the face. Considering it the training wheels before you get something more dangerous or physically demanding. After I promoted, I had chained blades and finally I had two large, serrated blades. If I was given the final weapon before having a understanding of the mechanics, then I would have lost my eyes a lot sooner."
He waited for the officer to summon his weapon.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2019 10:49 am
"I disagree." And Rakovanite was never one to miss an opportunity to admit it. "If it is in my possession, my perception is the only one that matters." It wasn't as if anyone else could summon his weapon if it happened to be useful, which Rakovanite severely doubted.
Still, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to know, and whatever energy it cost could be replenished while in Negaspace. He unfurled his fingers in front of himself. "Regardless of whether the rope was a child's toy, most hold up to some strain and should be perfectly useful for strangling, hanging, binding... I would find it difficult to believe if you found it most useful to swat at someone with." This would probably be easier if he knew what he was summoning... Or had instructions beyond 'concentrate.'
"And frankly if you cannot even swing one, then you lack a skill most seven-year-old girls possess..." Rakovanite pinched his eyes shut and tried to focus on just any weight in his open hand. "Fortunately, I am beyond the physical limitations of a seven-year-old, and I can successfully swing and throw and slice without difficulty."
With a peculiar tugging sensation, Rakovanite cracked open his eyes to see a small array of Coca-Cola bottlecaps in his palm. Sure enough, actual trash.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2019 8:14 am
"There was little reason to use a rope to strangle and bind if the option of going for a starseed is way more efficient in rendering someone either unconscious or dead. But I see your point. The rope unfortunately was rather soft and slick. It didn't take to knots well." But he distressed.
The weapon he summoned was confusing and he could only guess he would get something similar in the next ranking. Maybe bombs like Zinkenite? "Well that is odd. I can only guess your weapon will be throwable. Weapons aren't usually in multiples like that. I'd practice your aim in your free time but that is just a suggestion." He offered, letting Rak decide for himself what to do as the man would surely do anyways.
"Now that you can summon, I want you to try and open your space pocket." He said this and then reached forward and opened a tear into the world before him. Here he pulled out a first aid kit. "Uniforms don't usually have pockets. Instead, we have a space pocket. It is only accessable when you are powered but good to have essentials you night want in a patrol. No one else can access it or see what is inside so you can out whatever you like there."
He reached back in and out the kit back in. "To access it, think of opening a invisible backpack in front of you. It should open up. Then when you are done, imagine zipping it shut or letting it float away from you." He had seen officers do anything from a billing nothing to a handwave to just plunging their hand forward.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2019 12:35 pm
So single-minded. Truly. Though Rakovanite had not been an agent for long, he was already beginning to grasp that if his cohorts were not too meek and weak-willed for it, going for the immediate and unquestioning kill seemed to be the preference. And he did suppose that was likely the easiest and safest route one could take in an engagement. Without much to go on by way of experience with the White Moon, he had to assume that at least sometimes, some of them might be as prepared to kill in a fight as any agent.
But somehow... Rakovanite couldn't shake the thought that Order tended to lend itself to an unwillingness to deal such permanent damage, and he half expected that the reason he saw so few of them was a desire to outright not engage where possible.
He had almost no tangible proof to base it off of. Nothing in his own experience, but Rakovanite felt an almost venomously disgusted sense of the whole lot being meek, pathetic, frightened, weak, incapable. Perfect, easy, nonthreatening targets for capture and torture. He didn't know what information one individual member could carry, as they didn't seem to have the same organizational network as the Negaverse, but everyone knew something. All senshi were turned by a cat, weren't they? They would at least know a cat to some degree...
...The point was that a rope was handy for more than killing, and more than killing should happen when the opportunity was available. But the topic moved on, and Rakovanite kept his thoughts to himself.
Rakovanite dismissed his handful of trash in similar fashion to how he'd summoned it: by pinching his eyes shut as if in concentration and willing it to go away from him. And instead turned his focus to the space pocket. Wolframite had showed it to him well before now, that Rakovanite wasn't sure if he would remember, back upon their first meeting, when Wolframite had drained him...
And this was a bit of magic that he didn't need to fully understand to be pleased about. An area of subspace for discrete and convenient storage. And everything seemed so easy, to just think of his weapon and it would appear or to just believe there was a backpack-sized hole before him and there would be. Rakovanite imagined it as a zipper, sliding down in front of him. "What are the size limitations or time limits for perishables? Is there a carrying capacity? What if I threw another person in there?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2020 7:29 am
"A person couldn't fit. It's the size of a standard backpack. Unless you hack up a body, you couldn't shove a person into it. I also am not sure if they would suffocate. I have never put a living animal in there. As for perishables, it's not a time stop. It would decay as I'd you left it out in a cool area and rot on all your other things if forgotten. At least it won't attract pests but it would make everything you own gross." He pointed out.
"If you want to catch a rat and toss it in your subspace, tell me how it goes. I'd be interested."
"Have you been around the Negaverse yet? The castle, infirmary, barracks, and the Rift?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2020 7:59 am
"That is a little disappointing," Rakovanite hummed quietly, though he didn't sound too terribly put out by it. It would have been nice to have a hands-free storage capable of more than a standard backpack, which Rakovanite doubted he'd have trouble carrying a regular backpack while powered. But he supposed there were still some benefits too it. Nothing in a space pocket would get lost or damaged in a fight.
...Unless he died, maybe. What would happen to anything left in subspace after he died? Given that only he could access his space pocket, he had to assume that anything left behind would be lost to the rest of the world forever. ...Perhaps that would be the most useful thing of all.
"This is my first time in Negaspace," he admitted. "I have seen none of it so far."
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2020 6:23 pm
"Then I'll give you a breakdown. These buildings here are the Barracks. The serve as housing for those that need housing. Typically they are temporary. Due to the memory loss of corrupting order members and just general real life issues, the Negaverse provides housing until they can help arrange something or the person finds it on their own. Usually their superior helps with this. Half-youma life myself cannot live in the city and so I reside here. Full you a reside in the Rift."
He moved to head to the castle but pointed to a cluster of buildings nearby.
"That is the Infirmary. Members of the Negaverse with medical expertise and volunteers work in the Infirmary when they can. Mostly it's encouraged to go to your normal hospital but some people and damage just isn't possible to be done there."
There was a vague gesture to the rest of the area. "The rest is ruins. The remains of the Earth Kingdom before the Princess of the moon blasted it to rubble."
He waited for Rak to ask any questions.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 6:22 am
The barracks. Rakovanite eyed them through narrowed lids. That was where Fettelite would've stayed- still did on nights where Rakovanite managed to make him feel particularly unwanted or Fettelite's anxiety over how pitiful of a person he was kept him from Rakovanite's apartment. But of course, no one had helped him find more desirable, permanent arrangements. It wasn't something he felt comfortable complaining about with Wolframite, though. Rakovanite huffed softly.
Instead, he refocused his attention, letting the frustration at the situation with the barracks linger in the back of his mind, but nowhere else. He would've liked to know how it felt to live in the Negaverse, what it meant to spend every single day here...
But Rakovanite expected the answer wouldn't please him.
He moved on. "What sort of injury would be better treated here than in a hospital? It does not appear as if there is very much..." He trailed off a bit as his gaze roved over the buildings and the relative darkness that encompassed them. "Advancement in a place like this," Rakovanite finished lowly. He had difficulty imagining how electricity would function down here, not through power lines or solar panels, as far as he could tell. And plumbing was a similar story. For communication they at least had the tablets, but what of food? Internet? In the age they lived in, all of these things were necessities...
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 7:46 am
"Well I for one can't be treated anywhere but here. There are also magical effects that could have lasting damage. You can also consider trauma to a starseed. You just don't know what might spring up that might have the cops or doctors asking what is going on. It's good to have a side option to your doctor and hospitals though if you frequently get injured too. I knew a doctor without a license who treated me several times. As long as you pay them we'll, they will usually do good work." He pointed out, rubbing his side as he recalled a memory.
"Aside from that, a equipped, trained hospital is the best. Just get good at lying and making up plausible excuses. Keeping a first aid kit in your pocket helps and learning to do stitches. As. Negaverse officer you heal more quickly than a normal person. As you rise in ranks, that power does too. And of course, keeping a starseed on you to eat in emergencies can keep you from being dead."
He continued to move. "I can take you to the one doctor I used if you like sometime." He offered.
"The castle is a hub for officers of every rank. The Queen has her throne and rooms here. Metallia also resides further down. Aside from this, there are offices for most high ranking officers for them to work, do reports, and have a permanent area for their subordinates to find them and leave things. Mauvian guardians also keep their workshops in various rooms. Computers for archiving. Storage. And probably more that isn't know or accessable to you and I. This is also where the enterance to the Rift resides."
He looked over to him. "The Rift is the home to the youma. Any full youma you see summoned or on the streets lives in the Rift. When you become a captain, you can find your own personal Youma to assist you."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2020 3:58 pm
"Hm." The note was soft and inquisitive, directed toward the ground as Rakovanite's gaze lowered in thought. With his precursory knowledge only, Rakovanite had started to expect that (unlike his first impression had suggested, where Wolframite was the first agent he'd ever seen) half-youma were atypical among their ranks. They couldn't be treated at a normal hospital, given their inhuman features, and so of course they would need somewhere in Negaspace to recuperate. But neither were there particularly many half-youma agents. And because how few of them there were, Rakovanite had to wonder who was even prepared to undertake the task of healing them.
And how. How would any of the injuries Wolframite spoke of be treated by even a Negaverse doctor? Magical damage and starseed trauma- he didn't know terribly much about these conditions, but Rakovanite expected you couldn't just bandage up a starseed.
He didn't know of any agents that could wield magic, let alone magic that possessed healing capabilities, so how? Even the scattering of chaos senshi he'd met hadn't had any healing magic at all.
"So much still seems so implausible," Rakovanite admitted in a soft murmur. But as with anything new, he expected understanding and hopefully a higher level of comfort with these odd shenanigans would come with experience. And time. No matter how much he just wanted the answers to all of chaos' mysteries now...
Rakovanite shook his head at the offer. "I will go to my own doctor when I can. I am not made of money to pay someone well who I do not like or trust." And the rest of the locations Wolframite rattled off were mostly things scraped over just as much in the guide. Except for: "Metallia lives in the castle?" He prompted. "I thought she was... a spirit or an amalgam of chaos energy... or something else that had no distinct place of residence because it is not itself a distinct being..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2020 7:11 am
He could only shrug at this. "I know it has a chamber. I've been placed in it before and met it's presence in person. If anything, it's a place it occupies. I suppose living is a bit of a loose term here. It certainly isn't a physical thing." He shuddered visibly at the thought of it.
Inside the castle, he turned to point out the various rooms that were commonly used as offices and some side rooms a few mauvians used. Aside from that, there wasn't much else.
"I'll show you the Rift next time."
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