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Slate had busied himself with his routine tasks During the time that Desma crept around. He took little notice of her, or really anyone - Slate found difficulties in concentrating while in his civilian form, and preferred to turn his brain off while he attended to chores. He recently finished wiping down the countertops before he finally noticed Laurelite by her mint-haired curls, a senshi standing nearby, and a hand going into her chest. Slate frowned then, remembering quite well with the phantom pain deep in his chest. Somewhere beyond his sternum, he wagered his starseed still ached from his last upgrade.

But her suffering would end soon, and then she would join the Negaverse like him. He wondered if she would like it. He wondered if she would get in trouble like him. He wondered if she might join Amphitrite's team and learn to spit on him like the corrupted super herself.

Probably, he thought as he directed his attention to the countertops again.

But there was little to do for them now - someone with giant, deep blue wings burst into the scene from there, Slate rushed to the back rooms to duck behind the storage racks and transform as quickly as he could. Then and only then did he notice the overwhelming power signature of the enemy - it sparked the air, pulled the hairs on his arms taut with an indescribable crispness. It harrowed him far more than any eternal or squire he'd faced in his time of the Negaverse, and at first, he wasn't certain how to proceed.

But Laurelite was here, and she had the power to stand against this new force.

So when Ochre reemerged, his first target was most definitely not the royal senshi, but the far weaker one outside in a white and purple dress. Ochre wasted little time in hopping over a counter, dashing beyond the surfeit of stylized tea rooms, jettisoned out the door, then charged for her. It's a lot easier to drain energy without the stupid front, he thought as he reached for her arm to start the draining process.




The integration tools that Mistral pioneered were exceptionally useful. Scholomance must've passed a few hours looking through all the pages of the senshi database and reading the primer. He became so enthralled with the process of creating, editing, and posting new wiki pages that he often forgot about the hot tea sitting beside him until it may as well have been iced. Only when he took another sip of it did he discover the greasy chill and blanched with revulsion.

Scholomance retired his search into the depths of the new knight upgrades to scout out a new tea shop, and according to Google, the East India Tea House was closest at a quarter mile distance. Though still limping, a quarter mile proved no great feat. Once he retired the ring and cell phone both, Scholomance summoned his cane and started through the long sidewalks toward the listed street. Long windows of older shops yawned wide at him while he passed, offering dirtied reflections of his macabre dress while he passed. Occasionally he spotted someone running in the direction of whence he came, and he figured little of it - often youma roamed, and they must've encountered one.

But when he crossed another street against the signal, he felt with very keen sensitivity the cluster of immense auras. These were not as any he felt before - the massive powers quite nearly halted even his most basic brain functions while he stopped to process them.

And, as he would discover, they stemmed from the East India Tea House.

Sighing, Scholomance started toward the enclosure. He would not run, for he dreaded the encounter, but the Code's blistering criticisms urged him to perform his duties as a knight. And with no further leads, Scholomance decided that his duties must lie beyond what he already accomplished, which entailed thrusting himself into the heat of battle.

He only hoped this battle would not leave him in worse condition than Labyrinthite did.

So when Scholomance hurried through the front door, he was greeted by a din that he did not want to broach. There he stood for a few fleeting seconds before he stepped aside and watched for foul play from either side. I don't even know how to do this.

Makemake, newly ordained as a full fledged senshi not but a few moons ago, had been sneaking out of her bedroom window when her senshi phone began going off in its little subspace pocket. Easing herself out her window and down the roof, she jumped gracefully to the ground before pulling it from that pocket and reading the text.

The teashop?..

That had been exactly where Makemake had been going anyway! When her grandmother gave her a nice new teaser for Christmas and Caterina found herself facing asleep whenever she'd used it since, the smart little detective's daughter had done some investigating, and paired with the news and what she could garner from the testimony of others, it led her to conclude that something was up with that tea shop. She just hadn't suspected it to be magical in origin.

So, darting down the street, the fourteen year old Senshi of Porcelain made her way to the scene.

She arrived, standing in front of the front door, everything looked closed for the night. But she could hear voices in the alley next to it, and felt lots of energy signatures. Two stood out as extraordinary in their power. She'd never felt anything like them. It didn't scare her though. It did, however, pique her curiosity.

Makemake slipped quietly into the side alley, and stopped just at the corner that would take her to the back of the establishment where all the action was. She pressed her back to the wall and peeked subtly around the corner. Honestly she wasn't sure where she stood in this war, personally. She'd been awoken on one side, yes, but she hadn't seen much. Maybe it was due to an over protective cat - asleep on her bed right now - and maybe the lull in magical activity lately. She'd heard that it had been much worse in the past. Maybe things had just become so routine? But either way, this was the most powered people she'd encountered since the events of White Phoenix, where she'd fought along side bother White Moon and Nega verse in a unified cause.

Her stance didn't matter though. She was here to learn and gather some intel. So maybe she could make up her own mind on the matter, instead of being told what was right. Instead of being sheltered by a cat with a guilty conscience for having awoken a child.

Her attempts to remain somewhat hidden were foiled however when the winged man called out an attack, and a barrage of hail began to fall.

Makemake began to be pelted by hail and she couldn't help the cry of pain that made her stumble from her hiding place holding her right temple with one hand, and her upper arm with another. And her bright teal eyes looked at the Order aligned royal with something of betrayal and contempt. Although how could he have known she was there? However her mind was young and not full of rationale and forgiveness, but the petulance of youth.

God yes! It was good to be back. Porsha wasn't meant to be idle, nor her chaotic counterpart. The long road to recovery, lengthened by her own impatient recklessness, had been akin to torture for someone who lived by living. It had been awful, endured only though the distractions provided by Slate. His company and his attempts to teach her how to play the instrument he'd been playing when she'd first laid eye son him with Shale so many months ago.

She'd been out. Of course she had. But she'd tread lightly on her patrols. Not so much avoiding fights, as simply not seeking them out as she might have in the past. An infuriating self restriction, but one that undeniably helped. When she stopped over-exerting herself, the injuries healed, her breathing had cleared, and her body had stopped aching.

Now, answering the call to arms, the general was once again at her peak. Appearing on the scene, her attention quickly turned to the familiar presence of one she'd met only a week or so ago. Dark hair, blue coat with a curl of bleached bone at shoulder and arms. She knew that Squire. Scholomance.

"Watch your back," she purred just behind his shoulder where she had teleported, fingertips coming up as if she meant to touch his back. Gentle, rather then violent. She had to stay close, had the draw her hood down to cover her face, least the pelting of the hale find pale skin. In that moment, she thought, it was worth it. His curiosity made him a potential asset, she wasn't about to harm him, and she'd prefer no lasting harm came to him.






She had had to catch a ride, but Ceraskia had answered the call as any good little soldier should. This would be her first real foray into an altercation of this size. Really, this would be her first real taste of the war that he had been recruited into. Everything before this had been a tasting, a mere sampling of what it could be. The corrupt had not yet had the misfortune of facing off against a member of order, nor had she been unlucky enough to cross paths with a youma. Her life as a senshi of chaos, so far, had been fairly sheltered.

So she wasn't entirely sure what to expect when she arrived on the scene. Nothing in her privileged life could really prepare for walking into what was projected to be something of a battle royale.

It made her nervous, though not nearly as much as the pressing weight of one order in particular. It felt skin to Lady Laurelite's in strength, but there the similarities ended. She could see through the windows, the arch of a wing. Feel the skin prickling rush of strong magic. Hear the percussive beat of something small and hard beating against the glass that stood between her and the interior of the tea house.

I don't want to go in there... Danger lay within, far outside the scoop of her abilities. She would not run blindly into death, she was too selfish for that, and too important to her General.

To her side, a senshi of more level abilities. Ceraskia turned, readying herself, when a flash of bright red and darkness came barreling through the front door in a charge, launching at the senshi. A corrupted senshi, one she had seen at the meeting though didn't know the name of. He'd been talking with the cats and she'd gotten the impression of mild manners and a less than serious dedication to the cause. Seeing him now, she realized she'd been mistaken.

Myrrha had been peering through the tea shop's windows trying to figure out who might have sent the signal of distress. The interior of the shop seemed almost deserted as of now. Was the trouble somewhere else? Pressing her hands against the cold window as a brace Myrrha closed her eyes momentarily to tease out the auras. An overwhelming tide of chaos once again swamped her. There was a strong sense of order, stronger than Maia's aura had been, that intrigued Myrrha but as she opened her eyes she realized that she would not be able to find out just what she was feeling.

The window was the perfect means to see what was coming from behind as her eyes flashed open. A flicker of movement registered behind her in the window pane. All she saw was a hand reaching for her arm but it was enough. Myrrha spun away from the owner of said arm and put her back to the window instead. Perhaps not the wisest of ideas as she registered the aura of the individual closing in on her. The red hair of the young man that had attempted to grab her arm caught her eye. There was another flickering aura of chaos closing in and Myrrha grimaced. This was not going to go well. Perhaps she could talk her way out of this.

"Look, I don't suppose you could just pretend I wasn't here and let me sneak off? I haven't seen anything, really."

{S. Senshi} Sailor Harmonia // Front of Tea Shop

Chailee was getting herself all situated for a peaceful night at home. She didn't have any intentions of going anywhere or doing anything. So, all wrapped up in her most comfortable warm pajamas she nestled herself in the window seat of her room amongst several pillows with a blanket draped over her. A think, hard bound book sat in her lap with the tell-tale markings of being a loaned library book. With the girls voracious appetite for reading books, the library was really the only way she could continue with her hobby without being completely and utterly broke. 


A yawn escaped her as she flipped the page. Eyes roamed almost lazily over the words that were setting up the next adventure she was going to embark on. Really she had no idea what the book was about. All she knew was that it was a fantasy novel and it came highly recommended from friends. That had been enough for her to seek it out.

She was about half-way down the page when the alert came through. She sat there unsure what to do. A part of her cried out that she needed to get herself in motion and help out, while the other part of her feared the idea of confrontation. Chailee sat and warred with herself for several minutes. Before she was even aware that her mind had been made up she was unraveling herself for the blankets and setting up her room to look as if she had gone to sleep.

Not five minutes later Harmonia hurried down the streets of Destiny City. The location had been a tea shop she had heard of but never visited. Thankfully she at least knew the general location of where it was located and as she drew nearer the power signatures led her like a beacon to the shop. 

There was also the signature she vaguely remembered that was not someone she had any interest in ever running into herself. A shudder ran down her spine as she ran up to the shop. There were a spattering of people arriving and some whom were already there and engaged. Harmonia stood there unsure of what to do or who to help as anxiety began to creep into her chest.

Nega Labyrinthite // Entering from the back

If General Labyrinthite had learned anything since his promotion, it was that if General-Queen Laurelite called, you answered. So he had come, drawn by the pulsating of energy signatures and the call to arms that'd been issued. He arrived later to the scene that most, striding through the open doors outback, with his weapon draw and raised as he walked. His cloak fluttered behind him as he moved, hood drawn tightly over his head obscuring his face, expression as he looked upon those that had gathered.

He took note of Laurelite, with her hand deep in the chest of a senshi and of Prince Castor a bubbling of rage pulling to the surface when he saw the royal. He tamped the feeling down, continuing his sweep and assessment when he spotted the familiar colors of Saturn, of Scholomance and his jaw set tightly together.

He saw others that he knew he should've have recognized, but didn't and a hot flash of irritation surged through him as he considered his options. The hail subsided as he moved further into the teahouse, dragging his scythe behind him.

There were places he could engage, but he was torn on where to start. Part of him was compelled to deal with Castor, he'd heard a great deal of the prince and what kind of thorn in the side he could be but the other part of him was compelled to deal with the annoyance that was Scholomance.

He was torn, so he stood deliberating his course of action.

[Knight] Page Erebus of Saturn // Alleyway

Terry had been on his way back home from a short patrol when he got the message. At first he had just blinked at it in confusion because which tea house was the Negaverse doing something in? But he quickly figured it out as he was apparently close enough on his patrol to feel the two sides as they started to collect together so he was quick to head in that direction over the rooftops.

He slid to a stop on the rooftop just before the tea shop as he took in the power that was coming from with in the area and shivered. He hadn't met any of the Royals nor had he thankfully met any of the Negaverse royal generals so it was rather a shock to feel one of each so close by. After a moment he shook it off and peered down into the alleyway, getting a quick glimpse of what was all going on before he backed away from the opening since he didn't want to be hit by the hail.

He let out a sigh and gripped his oar before giving in with getting it over with and jumped down into the alleyway, near the opening, and ignored the hail the best he could while prepared himself to fight.