He shot a withering look at the mouthy Mauvian who dared show up as a cat-senshi. He responded in kind with a well-known, if irreverent, gesture. It was no less than Tama deserved, as far as he was concerned.
Though, it did remind him, and he beckoned to Headache to begin broadcasting some instruction. Perhaps 'suggestion' was the better word, given that he had been told he was unfit to command due to his disability. Regardless, he signed his intuitions, and Headache spoke them into the tablet pen shared by so many of their peers.
"Negaverse officers, Faustite speaking. Recommend removing any metal or conductive material from your uniforms for this fight. If you have a metal weapon, be mindful of it. Use other methods of engagement if possible."
Then Faustite waved for Headache to be silent and the youma cut its connection.
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The whole idea that the world was possibly going to end didn't sit right with Kailynne. So as Meissa, the eternal corrupt had taken to going out every night she could in order to gather the latent energy that was just ripe for the taking from the atmosphere as per Laurelite's missives. She sent her quotas back to the Negaverse for whatever it was needed for like the dutiful member she could be, but that was it. The other part of the earlier missives had been shot down both between her own decision and Morgan's insistence that she shouldn't get chummy with those of the Order persuasion. It was safer.
When Morgan had mentioned where she was heading out that night Kailynne knew there was a good chance that her partner in crime would need someone watching their back and it was pretty fun to watch Beatrix get all up in arms about that one Order princess that she seemed to hate with all her being. It wouldn't do well to sit back in their apartment and just hope that the protectors that were converging together wouldn't be systematically destroyed. If that happened, what would be the end result afterwards. Earth would be the next target from this apparent giant space ********," dropped from her lips even as she reached out for the tool that would see her transforming into her powered self. The eternal corrupt had received the same message that everyone else had and had used those coordinates to find a place she knew of in order to teleport. Now it was just a matter of finding Beatrix in the maelstrom of powered auras. She shied away from those of Order and instead made a beeline towards the overwhelming grouping of powerful chaotic auras.
Beatrix would be hanging near there, trying to make a good impression on one particular general-sovereign ... this was a given.
Spotting the other corrupt Meissa sighed with relief before marshalling herself at Beatrix's side, "kinda a nice night for a bit of mischief if we succeed in this battle," the words were a whisper for Beatrix's ears alone as she jabbed the Dullahan senshi in the side before she continued, "any likely target in mind?"
Part of Lionel wanted to run. He did not want to show up to this particular party, not when the Negaverse was likely to be all over the place. And they might not be pleased to see one of their Senshi in white.
Especially when he got there, Lionel almost turned tail and booked it right back home, because long before he made it to the hill, he felt the oppressive, black auras of Way Too ******** Many General Sovereigns. Any one of them could spot him and decide to drag him right back in, and after all he'd struggled with to get out, that was not something Lionel wanted to risk.
But the thing was, all the self-preservation and desperate desire to not be hauled back into the Negaverse in the would couldn't override the knowledge that the needed to show up. He needed to fight, even if there wasn't all that much he could do.
So he was there, on that hillside, even if his every instinct screamed to get the ******** out of there. He was going to stand up, even though he didn't want to, because he lived on this stupid planet and he wasn't going to let it get eaten.
He was also going to cross his fingers that the Negaverse was not feeling excited about punishing traitors tonight. Too many other things to focus on.
The storms getting worse forced Autumn to sneak out of the house, using their window and guttering to get up to the roof. They leapt off it after powering up and rolled to ensure their ankles didn't take too much of the blow. Breathing heavily, they checked their phone as it dinged and immediately made a beeline for the location.
So. It was finally time. They looked at all the people milling about, sworn enemies coming together like that... Well, maybe not exactly like that Christmas day where a group of Germans and Americans had sworn off fighting, since they kinda had to fight, but still, the spirit of the sentiment was there or something, right?
Demeter turned at the call, lighting up at the sight of their girlfriend, even at the potential end of the world.
"Babe!" she said back, only barely not squealing. Completely inappropriate for their collective impending doom (hopefully not doom, though...).
They came over to Lete and embraced bun, kissing bun's cheek gently. "So, uh. End of the world, huh? Ready to kick this thing's butt and stop that? Like, Steven Universe style?"
They grinned and then nodded at Hybris and Hela. "Good to meet you. Friends of Lete, then?"
Terrified of the electricity above her? Not terribly. It was haunting, but haunting in a way she could be comfortable with. Her sphere spoke to the air, to the electricity, to what morphed and powered and killed all the same. That, in itself, was fine. She could live with it.
What she couldn't live with was the massive pressure around her of all the auras she had never wanted to see again.
Never.
"I'm scared," murmured she, walking up behind Phaethon and gripping his arm with her pale fingers. "I only came here because our entire planet is at risk, but..."
Blue eyes gazed outwards.
"The Negaverse is not our friends. Not now, not ever."
"I contacted you because I knew you would know of this."
"Well, you went to the right girl." Anser offered a smile over her shoulder to the shorter woman, who scrunched behind her despite her years of experience. "My brother had a pretty close tap to this. He got summoned to that prison."
"... Really?"
"Yeah. So he told me how terrifying this thing seems to be." Anser tilted her head. "But we got through this before, right? That time when the Negaverse took over the Velencian machines, we came out," she paused and considered, "relatively unscratched."
"Relatively? Anser, we lost like ... over a dozen of our own, didn't we?"
Anser's smile was grim.
"Could've been worse. C'mon, got some coffees to give out--"
Sitting between Aquitania and Totoro, protective cat, near Metis, Niflhel and Snowball
Her long tail twitched and swayed slightly, at least pleased to see another Mauvian (Snowball) present. There were a few around, really, from what she saw, and it was... it was good. She was happy to see more of them present. Even if they weren't the best fighters, perhaps, they could still do something...
"Yes, we will be," she sighed in response to Snowball, trying to will herself to calm down despite all the powerful Chaos auras. Getting all puffed up wasn't going to help anything--she'd be more likely to be sloppy, really, miss something--
The moment she spotted Aquitania approaching, the Savannah perked up, her train of thought put on the backburner as she trotted forward to meet the young girl. Immediately, she rubbed against her legs, a simple greeting, and shook her head. "No, not yet. We're still waiting to see what will happen next with that.... storm up there. Or whatever it is now," she added with a frown, looking up at the strange... tendrils from the storm. Totoro joining them also brought a bit more of a smile to her face, and again the Savannah greeted with a quick leg rub, before promptly sitting herself between the two chibi senshi. "I'm glad you both are here--try to keep some distance from the fight once it starts, or I presume that'll be the next step." Though... she looked up at Aquitania with a small concern. "Have you tried your magic yet? Know what it does? Totoro's causes amped up sensitivity to touch on a target--useful to target something that say, a Knight could then bash," she said with a smirk, looking up at Niflhel now. Already, her mind was whirling on how people could best work together, stay safe....
He stared at the sky, looking up into a sheet of white clouds obscuring a dark night ripped with bolts of lightning.
God, what was Narcissus doing here? As in, it felt like it happened so often that he was specifically disincluded that standing immediately next to the reason he was here this time still somehow felt wrong. He wouldn't have come without Rakovanite, almost certainly. It wasn't like he had any skills that would be useful to ward off... whatever the thing coming to get them was. But if necessary, he did have skills that would make what came after easier-
Maybe not better. Just easier.
So it would've made more sense to stay behind. It would've made more sense for him not to come, to not be in the way, to stay behind (waiting, wondering, hoping) until afterward when maybe he could be of some actual use.
Narcissus raked fingers back through his hair, head still tilted back. He had to come- had to! If some creature was going to swallow up their world (which seemed possible, probably? What could any of them really do to stop it?), he should spend that time with people he cared about, right? So he should obviously be next to Rakovanite. Obviously.
But they could've been in Mirrorspace instead, where they would theoretically be safe from any world-eating monsters- ...Until they starved, of course. But there was that giant weapon in Mirrorspace that he didn't really know anything about, or if anyone else knew anything about it. His gaze whipped down, scanning the crowd's clusters and landing on a dozen or some from the Dark Mirror Court grouped together- and their Prince. One of them knew more about that, probably. One of them knew if it was useful, probably. One of them might know how to work it, probably.
A sound not terribly unlike a whine scraped its way up the inside of Narcissus' throat-
And then a familiar small box was directly in front of his eyes. He blinked sunken magenta orbs to refocus. The earrings. That he and Rakovanite could share. "R-right. Right. Thank you." He fixed one to his ear and had the briefest whisper of a passing thought that he would feel just a little more comforted (and maybe Rak would too...) if he reached out and took his hand for just a second-
But then Diesel was there in the next second, and Narcissus didn't mind the thought being pushed away. "Diesel!" The rainbow Senshi of combustion would probably not be as offended by the PDA as Rakovanite would, so Narcissus barely even spared a thought to slinging an arm around his future (if a future existed...) brother-in-law's shoulders. "You're here! B-but like, obviously, of course you're here- I w-wouldn't have expected you to not be. It's not everyday the world nearly gets eaten..." And Diesel wouldn't miss that.
He didn't miss the opportunity to give a quick knuckled rub to the side of Gremlin's face, where the Mauvian was curled up using Diesel's hood as a bed. He didn't expect much would come of it: a grumbled, or a half-hearted hiss. Nothing nearly so mean as he was to everyone else.
And then Vauxite, who Narcissus wasn't close enough to for a hug, he thought, but he did offer a nervous flash of teeth that was sort of like a smile. And Vauxite's sister, who he definitely, absolutely could not give a hug to, having never met her, but Narcissus remembered her name specifically because among the sea of agents and corrupts Rakovanite kept as friends and allies, she was like him. The only one like him. "Markeb!" He approached her eagerly, extending a hand to shake. "I'm so excited to meet you! Uh, well, not like this, I s-suppose..."
And then Diasporite came sprinting over to join them, poor thing. Narci gave him a bright, beaming look. "Dia, oh, look at you! It feels like it's been so long!" Narcissus definitely hadn't seen him since he'd been adorned in new regalia. "Have you gotten taller, even? No, surely- I must've just remembered you shorter, is all... Or- it's the new heels? You look fantastic!"
A large collection of all his powered friends, all standing here together, waiting to see if this would be the end of the world...
He wanted to ask if they'd be okay, how they all felt, but- it wasn't like any of them knew any more of the twists of the future than he did...
post 1 Standing with Realta, Niflhel, Snowball, Totoro, Aquitania
Her smile was bright at least to Niflhel and Snowball. "Glad we were able to find you two-- oh. Actually, I'm not sure if you've met." It had been a while, and while Realta had been with her for a number of years now... Metis motioned down to the Savannah at her feet. "This is Realta, we often work and patrol together. She's a dear friend. Realta, this is Niflhel, Knight of Saturn, and Snowball. Old friends I'm grateful to see again," she added with a chuckle.
Her words paused though as two others joined them--chibi senshi. She felt her heart clench a little, reminded of some of the Asteroids... she hadn't seen them in so long.... It was difficult to force herself from her memories, but the introduction from Totoro at least brought her to her manners, and she inclined her head to both he and the girl (Aquitania). "Metis, lovely to meet you. Ah... if we're discussing powers," she hummed, listening to Realta's dive in to strategy, she gave a light shrug. "My magic can temporarily blind and distract opponents, though I'll admit... I'm unsure how effective that will be here."
DMS Super Hybris action: gathering up the babe squad, moving closer to the protection of Mirror Daddy and all his Mirror Children
Hybris would be the first to confirm that Lete's magic was very cool and very strong. Far more appropriate for fighting scary monsters than his own. So he took her declaration of protection with total confidence and in turn gave her a look of complete admiration and trust. "You'll make whatever it is sorry for crossing you."
That look was quickly replaced by one that said GOSSIP in 14pt italic allcaps. "Oh you must be the wonderful, sweet, so very fun and fragrant, Demeter. I've heard about you! I'm Hybris and this..." He began leading them toward another DMS, all in stripey blacks and reds, taking time to for photography at the end of the world, "...is Hela."
Further beyond them
"And THAT!" Hybris's eyes lit up, "Is a wall made up of our Mirror Court, including our big strong prince!" Turning back to Demeter, he reassured them, "Don't worry, you'll blend right in and we're so very nice." As would another body between him and whatever was about to happen.
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Bellatrix, Transcended Eternal of Fortitude If it was the end of the world, and thus the end of the war, then by golly, Bellatrix was gonna be here for it. Win or lose, and if they lost, well, then it wouldn't matter right? They would all be dead? There totally wasn't something worse than death waiting for them if they failed, right? Well, reguardless, here she was. With a much more apprehensive and on the side of 'plz let us win' boyfriend.
Haldane, Senshi of Doubt Plz let us win, indeed. Haldane was totally not looking forward to the world ending, thank you very much. But man - this was his first real big gathering that involved all factions, Order and Chaos. At least they were all here united in battle, instead of against eachother right? Riiiight? At least for now, right? They all had one goal here and there wasn't gonna be any friendly fire in the meantime right? Riiiiiiiight?
He thought rather gregariously, that if Mari and Mira ever dared to team up Litharges levity amidst a maddening sky and ever growing crowd made Albite grin wildly as he canted his gaze back to the Captain, crossing his heart in wordless promise; bro code was sacred afterall. Their search histories would never see the light of day, nor their loving possessions be abandoned. Of anyone who would want his tech and under watered plants? Waru could only truly think of one person worth leaving it to.
Cerbs was maybe the one creature he worried for, truly, how his eternally bonded pet would fare if ever he dipped right out of living? A small worry amidst the soothing presence of the growing group. Especially as more and more of the team blipped into place around them; Fafnir’s slender, silent form just oozing readiness. A bolstering brother to the younger dragon asking questions at Faustite’s hip, he was sure of it.
Haymitch and Mizuki, chatting excitedly in the background. Tama,resplendently senshi-fied, witty as ******** ever, right as often as a well tuned clock. Borax and his man Tincan’t sliding in like water over oil poured into the same bottle, ill mixing yet mesmerizing to watch all the same.
Jada— he could only hope she was snugged up somewhere, well pampered, in bed and sleeping like a queen ought to be. Her absence was fine, it wasn’t as if they’d die. Not really.
They wouldn’t die.
But ********, if they did? It’d be together. One and all. The way they were always meant to go out. He took some small comfort in that, chewed on the spark of wrong-placed joy like a mint as he zeroed back into his boys—-
“I’m thinking of a lot I could take off….none of it’s metal per-say, but?” For all of Tama and Faustites warning, pointing out the obvious, there were some things which could not be undone. Least not for his boy, who so hated lightning for the best reasons Albite could imagine. There would be no taking Faustites metal off to save him, and if that made him want to pull both his boys inexorably closer, to smother the way Faustite oft-times flinched when the sky bitched up above them extra crankily—
That was maybe something he'd keep to himself until he could soothe that desire to protect properly, somewhere private, well after they'd won.
“Maybe we could cloak you from some of it, huh? Heh—cause you know I only ever want you to have what you want, Firebrand. Not tryna poach from your fantasies–” watching Helios fingers reach for Faustites blackened ones as he caught Helio’s golden eyes with agreeable reassurance on his tongue.“Or let you get flash-fried by a freak storm-lord named Harold of all shitting things…Nawh, that can be Headaches job, right?”
The skin on the back of his neck prickled, and in his watching of the others coming along, joining in. The crowds and clusters growing inexorably, the feeling of being watched grew to a point where he had to twist and see---
He caught purple hues layered over pink folds, bright eyes, moon and butterfly motif. He bit his lip to stop from calling out, felt himself freeze up still like a deer in the headlights.
Nikki was there -- right there!!
Surrounded by love, by what must have been her family, earthen, wild, lightning filled --- ********, Encke? All the many 'uncles' and 'protectors' guised up like an army around her.
He wanted to run to her--
Maybe I will?
All things needed ends, ends were necessary---
Maybe this will be the last of it. One more time. Then I'm out.
It wasn't as if the world ended every Saturday afterall, only this particular one--
"What are you---oooh-- " Mira could only lightly tsk in mild sympathy the plight she saw wash across Cryolites wide eyed face, she held little empathy for people who didn't go and get what they wanted though, there could only be so much shoving towards ledges, sometimes? A person simply had to jump and build their wings on the way down. "You'd better do something about that ice-ice-baby, else-wise other people will. You're damn lucky she's waited this long.."
A gentle huff and rough shoulder pat for the lanky, black-clad corrupt, and then she was squinting into the distance at---
"Is that banana-boat-b***h flipping us off?" Mira muttered to herself under her breath, before cordially offering a polite double bird in reply, her manicure glinting in the lighting, her smile ********, ********, ******** sweet. It looked like some other, poor, skirt-clad soul was getting to experience Grieves bicep-strength for the moment.
What a lucky little potato-sack that lieutenant is---
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Everyone and Everything was always in his way. This stupid message from somewhere- Calaverite didn't know anything about how to figure out where coordinates were, and he could've asked his General, 'Please help, please, please, please, I don't know where to go!'That would've gone over well. Rakovanite would've been frustrated with him before Cala had even done anything. He asked someone else. Weissite sent him a picture. One hurdle cleared. Still an annoyance, but whatever.
And now he was here and there was this big, huge crowd of The Worst People Imaginable. He could not believe how many putrid White Moon insects were just milling about all amicably- like at least have the decency to look terrified. Axinite and Lepidolite and Hessonite were right there, for ******** sake. Calaverite was not pleasant as he unceremoniously shoved by anyone in his way, and he didn't go out of his way to pick the path least occupied. Another hurdle cleared.
Finally, finally, he made it to the little throng directly around around his General- thank <********>, the only b***h he cared about here.
"Move," he snapped, elbowing through Diesel and Narcissus (probably the b***h he cared about the least out of every living being in existence), and twined both his arms around one of Rakovanite's. "I'm here. I made it!" Which certainly seemed like a great feat to Cala, but he had no doubt would not be impressive to Rakovanite.
That was fine, though. What was the point in even arriving here in this clearing if not to make an opportunity. Calaverite wasn't too perturbed by any ramifications of a great monster coming and ending the world. If it happened, whatever, as long as he was sure to enjoy every single second up until then. He pressed his cheek to Rakovanite's obviously tensed shoulder. And if there were a few chances for him to do something that would make his General look at him, even for just a second or two... He wouldn't pass it up.
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post 1 With Alastor, Sessrumnir, Lucien; near Ganymede, Valhalla, Oberon. Wavin' to Ekstrom, Urania, and Encke
There was a certain relief to locating familiar faces, and she offered a wide smile to Alastor and Sessrumnir as she approached. The radiating aura from the Royals around was at least something of a balm against the caustic, seething General Sovereigns' lot.
She could hear Sessrumnir's words slightly as she got close enough, something about ...when we're not divided. Don't let them pick us off one by one. She was willing to take a guess as to what that might be about, and if it was having to do with working together... yeah. Best plan.
His greeting got a simple wave in response, but her interest increased as he began to offer names... Her gaze travelled over the others near them. Ganymede, she remembered from Alastor's world, some time ago. She was pretty sure Valhalla was the other Knight, and Oberon the senshi. Something about the former's name rang an old, old bell in the back of her mind, but she put that away for the time being.
"Good to see you again," was the simple, friendly response towards them. Even if she mostly remembered the Royals she'd seen at that gathering, the others did look familiar.
"And I dunno, we can still have a little fun," she chirped at Sessrumnir, moving over to nudge one of Alastor's arms with one of her own. A playful elbowing of sorts. It was all a façade, though. She was nervous. Actually nervous. Her experiences thus far... they didn't add up to this. She had nothing to draw from, nothing to compare to for an idea of how to best fight something like this. It... scared her.
In the past... situations that were new, battles that were new, she usually had smarter, wiser, older people to rely on for guidance--be it good or not. It was... strange to truly be without that now. Part of her wanted to be even more freaked out, knowing it would mean relying on mostly Earthlings who were so young, and there was the freaking Negaverse right on over there and... oh, was that the uh... Dark Mirror Court? The Vanguard she at least could put some faith into the Commodore--
Yet. All of that didn't concern her as much as she thought it might. Well. The Chaos still did. But she realized with a quiet, wry smile that she was actually starting to put some faith into these Earthlings' abilities. When had that happened..?
"Oh.... should I uh. Bring that spike out..? I haven't heard anything about a plan for them but... if the Queen's hologram was right, they'll signal where they need to go when it's the right time."
As she took up a spot beside Alastor where she could still view the others, her gaze landed over a few other familiar faces out in the crowd. A hand lifted to wave towards Ekstrom, then Urania when she spotted the other alien senshi, and... ah! The glowbug spotted, she grinned wide and waved on towards Encke, too. It was... good to see them here. Not that she wanted them hurt but... it was good to see them standing here to fight.
Carterhaugh had solidly recommitted himself to the goal of becoming the best Knight he could be, and given the timing of all of it, he felt quite proud of himself for doing so. He'd returned in time to see the end of the previous year, and now, he was here in time to fight this monster from beyond the stars.
And he had the power to actually help.
No longer was he a scared, lost Page, drifting towards the Negaverse because it seemed like the best way to go forward. No longer was he hiding and lonely. He could do something. He could help his allies fight on.
So he looked up at the dark sky, took a breath, and steeled his heart. He would be here. He would stand with the people around him. And they would all drive off this Herald of the Dark Star together.
Thalassa, DSS of Exhaustion Action: rocking up to the party, briefly considers messing with Tempesti some more but decides to be an adult and go link up with Pyrrhus.
It wasn’t that Thalassa didn’t care about the end of the world? Because in theory, he absolutely did.
In theory, having survived the destruction of his own world by Chaos—however much some senshi on Earth seemed to believe that process reversible—he cared very much about having a chance to stop that from happening to Earth. Sure, in the short term, the Calamitous Hollow wasn’t exactly a Chaotic being in the same way as the infections that had claimed Pyrrhus, Troilus, and Thalassa. He was some unique but equally horrific possibility, and only by getting him out of the way could Thalassa (and everyone else with a brain for that matter) go back to happily exterminating the Negaverse, purging all the Chaos from Earth’s biosphere, and all of that magical warrior of love and justice bullshit that far too many senshi these days actually believed.
But………everything had felt off, of late, and Thalassa couldn’t properly identify why, never mind trying to share that burden with either of his dearest (only) friends.
He’d gone out on his own earlier in the evening (or later in the afternoon? who ******** knew with these ill-defined Earthling time categories?), not expecting to get any kind of message. Not trying to worry Ryla or Imnolu either (nor Liánlí, Dewey, and Huanxi, Thalassa supposed, but all of them were ancillary concerns relative to Ryla and Imnolu), but………well. He’d needed to be on his own. Initially as Heibing—or at least the human-approximating facsimile of Heibing Morningstar that this planet’s stupid society expected him to pass himself off as simply in order to exist in peace—and eventually as Thalassa when everything with the storms had started turning for worse than it had before.
He didn’t know what he was looking for. He didn’t know what he wanted to accomplish by slinking through the city streets like this. He didn’t know why the thing he felt he wanted—being alone for a while—only served to exacerbate the deep feeling of something being wrong with him. Something unrelated to the looming threat of the Herald of the Dark Star.
Skulking into the crowd that steadily amassed below the satellites, Thalassa looked around. Several familiar faces stood out. Kerberos, over among a little coterie of equally glowing senshi, nobody Thalassa recognized, all of whom had achieved transcendence (Fang, Ida, Chariklo). Murikabushi, amassing a collection of ducklings, among them two fellow Eternal senshi and another one who’d transcended—all of which made Thalassa scowl and narrow his eyes. ******** it all, Tempesti stood among friends, which made it that much harder to get closer and mess with her—especially since Murikabuahi was one of those friends in question. All doe-eyed and cloyingly, insistently on about trying to be his best self, whatever that was supposed to mean (so stupid), ruining Thalassa’s fun with his earnest garbage.
But, whatever. Messing with Tempesti wouldn’t help take down the Herald of the Dark Star, anyway, so Thalassa shook out his hair and moved on.…… Finding anybody who didn’t already have their hands full took him some time, but at least weaving through the crowd brought Thalassa to Pyrrhus’s side. He slipped in at Pyrrhus’s right-hand position without any fanfare to announce his presence only—
“Is Troilus coming? D’you know? What about Kaifeng and Helene?” Thalassa huffed, looking up to the storm. “Think we could use some of Troilus’s gift for spreading enthusiasm. But if he’s off protecting New Taran, I can’t really blame him.”
Realistically, Imnolu’s new……whatever the history professor was to him? had a name of his own.
Realistically, he was probably entirely unrelated to Taran and Seiche, the beloved and son whom Imnolu had lost when his world fell to Chaos.
Realistically, Thalassa was being an a*****e by refusing to acknowledge that Taran and The Professor were probably very different people who had nothing to do with each other, and that Imnolu could simply have found a human he was fond of.
On the other hand, though, Thalassa didn’t remember that human’s name, so he was New Taran until further notice.
