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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 11:28 am
Doubled quota meant more time spent out in the city, which meant less time spent trying to rebuild his flamebroiled office. As a consequence, he wasn't taking visitors until Albite finished hauling away the rest of the charred scrap and broken, if not half-melted, glass. The inconvenience of it was that he needed to meet people where they were.
Most of their quiet team was receptive to it. Either he met with them in their respective offices, or out in the field, and he exhausted his ideas for hunting grounds by now. That was, he supposed, his best reason for teaming up with Benitoite. The other reason fell in line with the Queen's bared thoughts. Even if he disagreed with her, she was the one leading the Negaverse. He had to trust her logic.
The rest of the Generals' offices were a short walk away, thankfully. No one to bump shoulders with on the way to Benitoite's office from his own. No one loitering in the halls. No youma to stare at him as he passed.
Thoughts to himself, he reached the door. Spared himself a moment to clear out those thoughts, then rapped thrice on the door. "It's Faustite." he announced as he stared down the grain.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 6:19 pm
His own office was kept neat, he wasn’t one for messes, with the furniture made of solid dark wood. It ranged from a desk to a bookshelf and a large high backed chair with wheels that was overly stuffed and far too comfortable. But it was what he liked and this was his office. The only odd things was the sleeping bag he had folded neatly into a corner of his office, with a pillow sat on top, those things belonging to a certain corrupt senshi who liked to sleep in his office a fair amount of the time. Aside from that the other item was a near dead plant sat on the corner of his desk.
He’d been trying to find a way to keep a plant alive down here sincere’d seen remains of plants in the rift. Considering the condition they were in he assumed either they were preserved very well or they’d died at a much slower rate. Either way he was hoping to figure something out which would permit him to keep a plant down here, so far no luck.
Looking up from what he’d been reading, a book for his own leisure, at the rapping at his door. “Come in.” The book on his desk, opened to somewhere around the middle, was a fairly thick book with a dark cover. The contents however was impossible to tell unless one were to inspect it closely. Then one would find it was a piece of classic literature, nothing to do with his job. He was just finding some time between work and duty in order to read for his own pleasure.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 6:41 pm
Faustite entered at the bid, and his first thought: ******** this office. All of it was wood. Plush as it was, and full of ******** plant-derived substances, Faustite knew he couldn't touch anything or spend any length of time there unless he wanted Benitoite's office to become his office. His expression soured as he ventured a couple steps inside, shut the door, noticed a cinder that had come off himself, and quickly rubbed it out with his boot.
This was going to be a very stressful conversation. Most of them, he realized, were.
"Got our missions. Wolframite suggested going in pairs, thought it smart. Wanted to talk to you anyway. So —" he glanced around the tinderbox waiting to happen, especially at the book in Benitoite's hands. "You coming?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2021 7:16 pm
“Yes, we do indeed have our mission. I’ve already been out with one of our fellows.” A shrug to end the simple statement before he raised a brow at the other and tilted his head a bit. “You and I, now?” That was rather sudden and rather unexpected, as he was sure his fellow General didn’t much care for him. Perhaps it was just for the sake of the mission, which he supposed he could understand. “Or are others joining us as well?” Closing his book slowly he slipped a bookmark between the pages, he’d need to find his place again later. Perhaps he could convince Mason to stay up with him tonight as he did some reading, or tomorrow, he was sure his fellow blond wouldn’t mind too much.
Pushing his chair out from behind his desk he stood slowly, most might miss the fact he’d sat with his legs tucked up under himself to give himself some much needed height, and as he stood he grabbed his coat and cape from the back of his chair. Slipping his arms into the sleeves he shrugged it on with practiced ease.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2021 6:32 pm
"Which fellow?" Faustite hadn't considered them fellows, hadn't considered their group a fellowship, so the terminology was of interest — as was the entity.
Settled into a pace, as was his way. "Can bring someone else along if you want more. Super Senshi named Albite." Seemed easiest to offer that one; Faustite knew his loyalties. Benitoite, though —
Strange that he spent his time reading a book when they had a mission of such import. But, he supposed that was why Benitoite wasn't a Sovereign with his tenure. If one didn't show drive an initiative, one stagnated. But that was of no consequence to now; Faustite tucked the thought away, moved toward the desk.
Wood thing, so he hadn't touched it. Offered his hand to see if Benitoite would take it, or if the man would ask for the area instead.
"She ordered starseeds. We'll be making some necessary bodies."
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