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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2023 2:54 pm
Faustite had not seen Leifite since they were last on a mission together, but Leifite was one of the few officers that volunteered to discover what might be wrong with Faustite. Given that he had no viable leads, he saw little harm in letting some of the Negaverse's more creative officers make some suggestions.
In truth, he knew little about Leifite. Personnel files were sealed to him as a General, so all he knew of the other officer had come from data collected during the missions he ran in which she took part. For the first, she was with Aquamarine and Jet, and had kept up with their orders without any noteworthy incidents. For the second, she was granted a leadership position alongside Jet and had led her team into the sprawling, misaligned corridors of the manufacturing sector. Then she had been among the many to join in facing off with Galvorn, though his data from then on had become muddled with the chaotic altercation.
So Faustite made for her office. He wasn't seeing her as a General, and thus saw no reason to summon her to his office. He would rather be seen as an individual seeking help, which might ameliorate the burden of rank. He coughed miserably as he wound his way through the lower levels, where he once remembered holding an office himself.
It wasn't long before he found the door. Faustite bit his lip as he felt a surge of heat, feeling as though he was boiling from the inside, and waited for it to pass. It took only seconds, but white-hot flashes of pain in his hands manifested a few heat blisters in their wake. Helpfully, none had yet popped, but Faustite was still lightheaded with passing agony when he knocked on Leifite's door.
"It's Faustite," he announced, truncated by a few coughs.a-disgruntled-dragon This is a plot pertinent RP, so imma prioritize tagging it! I request that you do the same, if you can heart
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2023 3:55 pm
Dealing with Galvorn had been both an ego boost and an ego humbling event. Leifite had realized after that mission that she had a lot to learn about leading people, and using her subordinates abilities to their fullest. Also, she really needed to learn how to play well with others. The implications of Galvorn's experiments led her to start looking into youma, and more importantly, youmafication. Obviously merging with a youma gave you power, and stars above she wanted power, but it also seemed like a very... permanent situation. She wasn't sure if she liked that.
Leif glanced up from her desk at the knock. "Come in, General Faustite!" she called, scribbling down the last of her thought. The office was small - she was only a Captain, after all - and spartanly decorated. She did have a few creature comforts, and a set of roller skates hanging on the wall. Okay, there may have also been like several roller derby awards and ribbons below the skates, but that was about as much decoration as Leifite did. The desk itself was covered in books and her tablet was open looking up information on youma.
She regarded him as he entered with a frown. She'd agreed to try to figure out what was going on with Faustite. Leif stood from her desk and bowed in respect. "Faustite, how are things going?" she asked, giving him a look over. He looked... alright? Except for the fact that he seemed to be nursing his hands some. They definitely freshly blistered too. She pulled some antiseptic bandages for when they popped from subspace.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2023 5:04 pm
Faustite saw her bow and gave the formality a dismissive wave. "No need for that." People behaved duplicitously where ranking was concerned, always denigrating themselves and acting sycophantic if they thought it would get them somewhere. Faustite didn't have the patience for it, even when acknowledging rank was done in an honest and well-meaning manner. It wasted time, as far as he was concerned.
He summoned his cincher and got most of the way through connecting the clasps before he burst into another smoky coughing fit that had him leaning over the chair. Each hacking cough racked him to the point that the rings on the ends of his cape rang softly as they bunched into each other. Smoke poured from him, only to wend up toward the ceiling and fan out at the top of the small office. Once he'd recovered, he straightened up carefully, then assembled the last clasps of the device that would keep him from setting one of Leifite's chairs on fire.
Once he pulled a chair up and sat, he sighed as he slouched against the back. When he heeded her question, he shrugged, then showed her how his hands had blistered. "Started with an intermittent cough. Got worse." If it was some kind of sickness, he wanted it to improve already.
"Came here to see if you had any ideas." He crossed one leg over the other while he regarded her. Beyond her shoulder was the implication that she was very good at skating, or roller derby, or something like it. Helpful for combat, he supposed, but not for sussing out what was wrong with a youmafied General. Her tablet, on the other hand, seemed more promising. "Assume you've found something?"
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