Paperwork. It was always paperwork. Though Lysadia was skilled at it, she often found herself just reading and signing than being out in the field. She wasn’t sure how she felt, with her fingers stained with ink rather than blood. She was a warrior at heart, and that was what landed her here, though she wasn't as good at the other side of being here. She needed a secretary or something. She’d ask Queenie, but that one would probably get her a pencil-skirted bimbo than anyone who was actually helpful. Potentially take any opportunity to dress Kiko up like a pencil skirted bimbo. So she’d just do it herself, and keep Queenie here for different things.

“So, care to explain why I have a report of you having sex with the new recruit in the Physical Exercise Facilities? Don’t give me the Succubus training crap, you know that comes later. And you drugged her” Lysadia commented, not looking up from her paperwork.

“Heh~ Well, she’d not have gone in for it otherwise” Queenie replied, leaning forward to show off her ample breasts. She probably didn’t even realize the action these days, just something done on reflex. Though the comment was one that made Lysadia look up and think for a moment.

“Do I need to call your Mother?” Lys asked. Immediately, Queenie’s face fell and she lent back on her chair, looking meek and mild.

“..No. I’ll behave” Queenie said, before settling in and exhaling. “So, Drax. Very warm man, surprisingly soft despite his very iconic masculinity. Did he ever try to schmooze you?” Queenie asked.

“Once” was the deadpan reply. It had Queenie in uproarious laughter imagining what Lys had done to so perfectly dissuade Drax.

“Well. Drax and….Her-” Queenie didn’t even try to hide the vitriol, which just got an impassive stare.

“It’s been twenty years, have you still not gotten over it?” Lys asked.

“Hey! It’s been like, fourteen. I wasn’t so upset with Drax and her. Same race, and they complimented each other really well. Which, is actually where I am going with this. What I was pissed with is how she left Drax and Kiko. AND! Now he is dead, she is nowhere to be seen” Queenie seethed with rage at the idea that that one would just ditch her child for dumb fuck reasons. “Tsk. Anyway, she was a cool, shadowy woman as iconically feminine as Drax was masculine. He brightened up the room, but she complimented him perfectly. Tempered him, and gave the subtle promise that there is time for rest, as much as he gave the promise that there is time for action. As he embodied the positivities of life and encouraged you to live life with all you had, she, as bad as it sounds, embodied the negativities of life. Accept and prepare for failure. Allow life’s despairs to teach you how to avoid them, and encourage you to be better so you can best them.

The two together were a powerful couple, empowered each other, and were empowered as a result. It wasn’t just the emotional toll that weakened Drax when she left. Those two came together, perhaps accidentally, and ritualistically created a babe that is a perfect showcase of both. The warm of day, and the quiet of night. Cautioned passion and tempered zeal. Masculine in activity, and Feminine in passivity” Queenie would finish her big commentary, and then lean back and shake her head, letting out a deep sigh.

“Powerful foundations. Completely ruined by her. That massive, perfectly crafted receptacle didn’t get what it needed. …..You ever get that feeling when you know something’s name without ever hearing it?” Queenie looked back to Lys, who was doing her standard thing of doing paperwork and giving Queenie her full attention. It was a great talent, triply so for one in such a position of command.

“...A few times, yes. Like, what does Shattenganger even mean? Does it mean anything? And yet everyone knows that is what I am. I was born knowing that was what I was called, even before I knew words” Lys would pause for a moment and put the pen away, looking up. “It’s deep philosophy that I don’t bother with because I haven’t remotely got an answer and it would take too long to find one”

Queenie would stare for a few moments and then shake her hair, a few sparks spitting out for a moment before she got back to the topic.

“Getting a bit into the nature of existence itself there, so back on track. There are two energies within you, called Yin and Yan - excluding Mana, but that’s it’s own thing. Everyone has them, in varying degrees. Females have more Yin, males more Yang. I’m not sure what the order of operation is here though. If Yin is Feminine because females have more, or if females have more because Yin is Feminine. These two make up your life. It is the very essence of being alive.

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Most people don’t really have a notable level of it, but there are some. Again, in an indefinite order of operations. They have a lot because of how they act, or they act like that because they have a lot. When you are growing up, your mother and father give you both energies to help you grow. Often times it’s not really notable, but when you’ve got Drax and her making a child, it’s notable. So a lack of cool feminine energy caused an imbalance.

This imbalance tied her energies up and caused spikes of untempered Yang. You can check her school records for what that means. So I wanted to fix that. The best way to do it is by dripping some into her and then spinning it into an infinitely creative loop that propagates itself in her. But that, is some crazy high level shit that requires some Real Shit to pull off. Much easier to just use tantric energy exchange. When you orgasm, part of you goes into them, and part of them goes into you. I’m nothing notable, so it would take about twelve or thirteen sessions to give her enough to actually kick off”

Finishing up, Lys would stare for a few moment, then crack a smile and laugh gently.

“That was the longest ‘she was cute and I was in the mood’ I have ever heard” the Colonel exclaimed.

“Hey again! That was only part of it” Queenie replies, crossing her arms.

“And sexually claiming her child for your own had nothing to do with it?” Lys asked. Queenie, however, just stayed silent and slid the chair back, getting up and leaving.

“‘F you rather I not bone the new recruit for a few weeks, I can give you the names of a few people who can come do it for me” Queenie replied as she opened the door.

“So where did you learn all this, anyway? Doesn’t seem common curriculum” Lysa asked, deciding that was enough paperwork for today and standing up to follow Queenie. Might get a snack, or a fight, or both.

"Heh. A Kitsune called Tria, from the Azlati tribe, mostly. She came to our place when I was just a wee’un. We’ve got a decent library, strong oral-” Queenie flicked her eyebrows seductively “- and generally a good focus on history. So Tria had come to the palace library to study something called Zarh. Or, Zah. Or, whatever. While she was learning that, she and my mother got into a long and deep talk going on for weeks. Kitsunes, it turns out, are exceptional at magic. Both the actual use of it like Eteria and something natural to them called Borrowing. Basically drawing energies surrounding them to cast things they once knew. Don’t…..ask what that meant, she was very forthcoming with the explanation and I understood none of it”

Rolling into the mess hall, it was unstaffed due to the late hour, but Queenie had a basic culinary capability, enough to survive in the wild. Though, she was displaced by Lys quickly and ordered to take a seat.

“One of the main things, the biggest......you get the basics of magic, right?” Queenie would ask, making sure that Lysadia knew what she was about to be rambling about.

“Not really. I know it’s a special power that needs a lot of training but I have never had a talent for it, so never looked into it” she replied, flicking on the equipment and digging something snackworthy out of the freezer.

“Hmm, makes this harder then...Basically, one of two ways to get stronger magic. You better the vessel, or you better the source. The source, is meditation and introspection, becoming more firmly established with who you are and aligning yourself with the universe so that you might feed, and be fed by it. The vessel, is being physically healthy. Fit and active. So, her and my mother connected well and have deep conversations about their Selfs, fought and trained a lot, and then shared energy” Queenie cracked a smirk at that, flicking her eyebrows, and it was enough for Lysadia to look up with a cocked eyebrow.

“Your mother, the Queen, had vigorous magical sex with a Kitsune in your father’s palace? Seems...unwise” the Colonel commented, watching the food and paying attention to Queenie.

“Pah. My father has such self-confidence he can literally project thoughts into the physical plane. He knows exactly where my mother’s love lies, and wouldn’t so much as twitch if she had a baby with every man in the country. They are madly in love, and often seem to emphasize the mad part when outsiders look on. Only reason he didn’t offer to join in is because he is a being so powerful that sex with him would have incapacitated Tria” Queenie would grin at the memories of her family, but Lysadia, taking in all she had heard, finally understood what was going on.

“So you want to consistently have sex with Kiko for a few weeks so this imbalance is fixed and she can be more mentally any emotionally?” She’d state.

“Yes, pretty much” Queenie nodded confidently.

“Denied” Lysadia stated, and served up the snack food.

“What? But it’s totally a great idea!” Queenie exclaimed.

“Aside from the fact that you need to continue to mess with Kiko’s mind when she needs to be focusing on the here and now. There is a lot she will be going through. Basic training is not a walk for anyone. And you want to add the emotional and social dissonance of having sex with her superior officer several times a week for several weeks into this mix? That’ll break the woman. This imbalance evidently isn’t fatal, so I will look into your contacts and see if there is someone trustworthy who can complete this with discretion and alacrity. But you, will have to stay out of her pants until at very least the end of basic” Lysadia explained, keeping hard at work.

“Tall order, though I’ll give it a go. For a kiss~” Queenie teased. Lysadia contemplated pros and cons for a moment, and then lent over and gave her a kiss. “Perfect. Consider me a good girl~” Queenie cooed, teasingly.

“I think the very word itself shudders when the attempt to connect it to you is made” Lys replied, smiling gently.