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Romanite just sighed, letting the Squire man handle him as they entered the shop. "He's at the back. I shoved him in a back room just incase my brother decided to check any of the nearby apartments." In true spooky store fashion, they had put in a false wall, that led to a secret room. He didn't think they'd actually have any use for it though.... "Put me down... I can walk, just let me lean on you." Romanite did not look at the other once. Whether out of embarrassment, or grief was anyone's guess. It was no sooner he said that, then he heard the sound of something heavy sliding against the floor. "You don't know how to wait at all do you..."

Jean appeared around the corner of a shelf, gaze bouncing between the two of them before warily looking out the window. "...So he finally tracked us down huh...? I'm sorry. I thought I did a better job of covering our tracks. I didn't think he'd come to check the city." Though... Given Harker's mother was here, he supposed it was only a matter of time. Finally Jean's gaze fell on the pair. "...We uh... We don't have a Mauvian to cover signatures... Belmont is just a regular cat. Whatever we're doing... We better make this quick."

"I told you. I'm in the Negaverse because of my gory details." Romantie gestured towards Jean half heartedly. "How else do you think I know him. How many friends did I ever keep, Tristan. Jean offered me a way out and I took it. I didn't care about the rest." Romanite scowled at the mention of a Sovereign, though the look quickly morphed into one of horror as Tristan mentioned his sister.

No.

Aderyn didn't deserve that.

"Suppose it is a good thing they're dead then." Romanite glanced at Jean, before turning towards the Squire. "The Negaverse might leave bodies, but it would not be the first time we didn't."


"Officer Orthoclase. At your service..." Jean even made a show by bowing, though when he stood, his normal clothes gave way to a uniform. "Though, I wish it were under less... dire situations." He nodded softly. "I can call someone, yeah." Ortho pulled out his communicator. "This is Lieutenant Orthoclase... Lieutenant Romanite and I need some assistance with a Corruption, if there's a Sovereign avaliable?" He said, shying away under the glare Romanite shot his way.

Romanite and Orthoclase. Mycene committed those names to memory, though he wasn't sure it would hold for long. He knew enough to know that you lost pieces of yourself, when you corrupted, and he would just have to hold on to the ones he did have.

The General-Sovereign's aura was shocking. Crushing. Mycenae had never been in the presence of one before; it made him wilt, a little, to be under it. But he stood firm, and bowed at the waist--this was a sovereign, was it not, and there were appropriate protocols, especially since he was in essence asking for a favor.

"My name is Mycenae of Mercury," he introduced himself, "and I've asked Romanite and Orthoclase for their assistance in corrupting into the Negaverse. I'm choosing this for reasons that are complex--but I know the risks. I know what I'll lose. I don't care."

In case it proved his bona fides at all, he reached under the ruff of his uniform and produced Quartz's stickpin. "I served as an informant for one of your agents, General Quartz, for a time, though I haven't had any contact with him recently. If that's proof that I'm not lying or attempting some sort of subterfuge, here."

“Apologies,” Axinite said, out of courtesy and because he meant it, no doubt. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I don’t like to waste time.”

He didn’t like to see people fall into traps, either. Even if he was reassured that there was nothing nefarious about this plan, he still took in what he could of their surroundings, and paid close attention to any would-be energy signatures.

He looked at the stickpin, with a distant expression. He hadn’t seen one in years, but he remembered Quartz in his office.

He had no reason to doubt the honesty of Mycenae’s words.

“We’ll be glad to have you, Mycenae. You’ll forgive me if I don’t delay. I trust that you’ve made all the necessary preparations.”

His hand was on the Squire’s chest, and then through it. His hand wrapped around the starseed. “We’ll take care of you after this. If you have anything more to do or say, make it now.”

And, he waited. And then, when Mycenae was ready, he pushed the Chaos into him.

Romanite said nothing, shying further away from the abundance of chaos. He sucked in a shaky breathe, as he looked anywhere but the Squire. "....Rwy'n gwybod. Rwy'n dy garu di hefyd..." He muttered quietly to himself.

And then it was over as quickly as it began. "Ah.. Uh..." Romanite cleared his throat, trying not to stumble further over words. "T-thank you General King... Would you, uh, like some tea? I can bring it to your office if you want." Any excuse to get out of this store. Out of sight.

Orthoclase waved a hand. "No. You don't need to apologize. Truth be told. This is my first time doing this with a Sovereign. I wasn't sure how fast you responded, I guess I dropped my guard. Lesson learned, I suppose."

When the corruption was over, he tentatively moved towards the Captain, offering himself as something solid to lean again. "Be glad you did that willingly." Ortho said, brushing bangs from the other man's face. "Forced Corruption is a whole nother ball game, from what I've heard." He threw Romanite a funny look, as the other seemed to be anywhere but there, but glanced towards the Sovereign once more. "We will do our best to get him more acclimated to how we work." Now that he didn't need an informant. "The... only thing left is a name?"

The new Captain's head spun, as he tried to put together exactly what had happened. He had, at best, a fragmented trail of what had led him here--but there was a great, yawning void when he tried to poke too deep at any memories of what had led up to this moment, leaning on someone that looked--that was---Jean, but in a strange uniform, and--

There was power in the air, and all of it was attached to the man who was withdrawing a hand from his chest. The one that called him Siegenite.

"....It'll do," he said, and his voice was a little strained. "I think....I'm going to need the long explanation."

Because apparently he had chosen this, but he was no longer entirely sure what this was.

"So, yes. Your office. Sir," because it seemed polite, not that he knew anything about this.

So much to learn. To re-orient.

But hew had to admit, he felt powerful. And he felt certain that even though he couldn't quite remember the whys or wherefores, this was what he had wanted.