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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:44 pm
After Tristan was properly introduced to Faustitye, and things were settled, it seemed only appropriate to check back in with General-King Jet. He had done so much to help them, after all, and she wanted to say thank you privately, again.
So, she found her way to his office, and knocked politely on the door. As with Faustite, she had...well, "chosen not to send a message ahead" was the wrong way to put it, when she simply hadn't thought to do so.
"Hi!" Her tone was bright, cheerful. "It's Guinevere! Do you have a minute?"
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2022 1:04 pm
Jet looked up from his desk. He was working on some reports, but those were easily stacked in a neat pile and set to the side.
His office had been completely updated, thanks to Aquamarine’s help. The floors had been scrubbed, the walls had the plaster fixed and was painted. There were paintings -- landscapes mostly. Shelving held a number of unique objects. A worn dagger with a purple handle. A cracked starseed in a small jar. Crystals of various sizes had been brought in as part of his new research.
“How can I help you?” he asked as he looked up from his desk, although the bright smile made him a little wary. The last time he really spoke with her was when she and her girlfriend were making out by the fountain.
“How’s Tristan?”
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2022 5:42 pm
When Guinevere stepped into Jet's office, she whistle.d It was nice--much more nicely decorated than Faustite's, though she guessed that as a walking fire hazard, Faustite had to be careful about what he decorated with. Hm. Maybe there was something to be done about that.
"Actually, that's exactly what I wanted--to give you an update on all of that," Guinevere said. "Tristan's doing great! We talked to Faustite, like you asked, so I think that's all good. She's really taking to the Negaverse." Or, at least, to Guinevere it seemed that way. "I...really appreciate what you did for us, sir," she said, and she folded her arms behind her back, trying to make it clear that she was serious. Guinewvere was all energy, usually, but here, she was stilled.
"Tristan means a lot to me. I'm glad to have her here, where she belongs."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2022 5:54 pm
Jet wasn’t sure why the phrase sounded strange to him. Where she belongs. Obviously they wanted her to be on their side, away from the lies and false offers of family and righteousness that the White Moon seemed to offer.
Maybe it was because Jet never thought about belonging somewhere. He felt like an awkward outcast for a long time. It was only really thanks to Aquamarine that he survived until then.
“I’m glad she’s doing well,” he said, his voice and demeanor sincere. He knew that Guinevere used to be part of the White Moon as well -- maybe that was why it seemed strange to him.
“Do you feel like you belong?” he asked, the curiosity just as sincere. “You can speak your mind. I believe in bettering the Negaverse from within. Any talk of recruitment for fodder is grossly outdated, and I would like to personally speak to anyone who thinks that way. If you’re unhappy about anything, or feel like there should be improvements, you can let me know and I’ll see what I can do.”
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2022 2:43 am
Aw, Jet was sweet. It was clear to Guinevere that he really did mean what he said about wanting to improve things, and that was nice to hear. There was certainly no reason to be afraid to talk to him.
"Oh, I feel great here," she said. "Like, I did run into some little girl who said I used to be on her team, but whatever, you know? I don't remember that, the person she's looking for is gone, and the Negaverse is helping me move forward." She crossed one leg over the other.
"And I've never felt like fodder, or anything like that. Really, I promise--I'm happy here. This feels right. If I ever do have any concerns, though, I'll be sure to bring them to you." She paused, briefly, and then tacked on, very genuinely, "sir."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2022 4:57 pm
Jet crossed his arms as he listened, although it wasn’t defensively, just thoughtfully.
“I’m glad you’re happy here, and… Maybe you could use that to your advantage,” he hummed quietly to himself, before looking up at her again. “You’ll be safer once you know how to teleport. If you’re in any difficult situation, you can use it to escape. But what if you learn more about this old team of yours? Maybe you’ll be able to convince them that they’ve been tricked by the White Moon as well. Help them move forward too.”
If she was really as happy there as she said she was. And Jet had no reason to doubt her. She was strong enough to handle Faustite as a General, so that had to count for something.
“Oh, I guess you should start learning how to teleport. What would you say to a promotion?” he asked, not really able to hide the small grin that tugged at his lip.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2022 12:09 am
Guinevere tapped a finger against her cheek. It was true, she could probably use connections to her old team to her advantage. Maybe some of them would be less stubborn than that little girl, or maybe they would be just as stubborn but might pity her, or...yes, there were angles here.
"I think I'd like that a lot, sir," she said, a smile spreading across her face. She saw no reason to go back, certainly--but perhaps she could persuade some of them to come to her. Like she'd done with Tristan. Certainly both of them were much happier now.
The offer of a promotion, though, stunned her into momentary silence, and then she squealed and kicked her feet happily.
"Oh!! Yes, I'd like that very much!! Thank you!"
What else was she supposed to say? No? Ridiculous.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2022 9:05 am
He couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at her enthusiasm. She’d been with them long enough that he was confident that she would just continue to get stronger. And if she and Tristan worked together to bring in more of their White Moon friends, then they would be better off.
It was safer for Senshi to be in the Negaverse, after all. He couldn’t tell her about their weapon, but once they figured out how to best use it, there were very few Worlds and Wonders that would stand a chance.
Jet held up his hand in a way that was obvious he meant to place it against and into her chest -- if she stepped closer. He wasn’t going to do anything until she was ready, or if she wanted him to go through her back like he did with Tristan, if she didn’t like the idea of being touched elsewhere.
“You remember what it was like when you first came to us? It’ll be painful at first. We all experience that as our starseeds adjust to the extra power, but I’ll make it as comfortable as possible. I’m pretty good with my hands,” he admitted with a continued smile of encouragement.
“When you’re ready…”
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2022 11:46 pm
Guinevere nodded. "I don't really remember, it's all a little...." She wiggled her fingers in the air, as if the gesticulation meant anything, really. "Blurry, I guess? But I trust you."
Jet was chosen by Metallia to wield the power and responsibility of a General-King. And he trusted her, trusted her enough to bring Tristan in, to promote her, to give er power and leeway to keep trying to wrangle over her former White Moon allies.
Perhaps, one day, their whole old team would wear black.
That would be nice.
"So, I'm ready."
She took a deep breath. Folded her arms behind her back. And prepared herself for the pain that was likely to come. He'd warned her, after all. But it would be so very worth it in the end.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2022 7:49 am
He’d had practice doing this a number of times by now. As a General he’d had Axinite’s help. Now, he was able to manipulate the Chaos on his own.
He nodded when she said she was ready and pressed his hand against and into her chest. For him, it was almost like playing a piano. The gradual crescendo that built up as he pushed the necessary Chaos into her starseed, and then delicate trill of notes and fine tuning to make sure she was able to handle the extra energy.
When he withdrew his hand, she was no longer standing before him as she had been. Her uniform had changed with her growth, as well as her power.
“We’ll need to figure out some time to test out that new magic of yours,” he said, offering her a seat and something to drink in case she needed to rest. “We look forward to great things from you.”
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