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Captain Diaboleite
Action: With Beni, Jet, etc. Making sure Aoede is steady, equipping the bracelet and pin

“Thank you,” Diaboleite told Jet, and if he puffed up a little receiving a compliment from a General-King, that was probably a very natural reaction to that sort of thing. And if he felt a little better having Aoede by his side, that was also perfectly natural. A man was supposed to want to stand next to his fiancée, even if their arrangement wasn’t exactly traditional.

Mara got a nod of greeting, and Benitoite a shrug.

“I would rather know,” he said, simply. “For me…ignorance is not bliss. And i would rather have the chance to stand than while away the night on work that might have no meaning.”

Mara’s comment about their grandmother made him jerk his head and narrow his eyes. “Benitoite is right,” he said, in speedy French. “Absolutely not. Under no circumstances. Involving her would cause nothing but problems.” And put far more people in danger. There was a reason Benitoite had kept them out of this for so long. It was dangerous, and knowing too much was a danger all its own.

When the air changed, he reached for Aoede automatically, gently grabbing her arm to ensure she stayed steady. And when the little bags descended, he caught his, glancing to Jet and Benitoite—

With a General and a General-King’s assertion, he gave a short nod. “Seems they’re safe,” he said simply, and he fixed on the bracelet and pin, then tucked the berry back in the bag and put it in subspace. It seemed that they had far more help than they’d thought.

Vanguard Cadet Itztenoch
Location: With Team Vanguard
Action: Examining the Pouch, waiting for Orders.
Roll: 76

The buffet of wind nearly staggered Tenoch, making him want to hold onto Nessa that much more tightly, least till a jab into his side drug him sharply from his morose imaginings. The look he shot her, silent plea and abject gratitude all tangled in one, that she saw through him clear as glass pane over an aquarium; he might've even had the nerve to look a tad sheepish for being caught out so brazenly by her.

And it only makes me like her more that she's willing to do so---

He recognized his need of her, though his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the intrusion of -- a gift pouch?! It wasn't anyone's birthday, last he checked. Unless it was the skies? Some celebratory item to confer the monster swirling aboves bursting into their existence below--

Do we even have a choice? Tenoch silently wondered hearing Aliez's ask on the breeze, the only dealings he could think of with the purple creature in question was the one where they'd been invited as exterminators (saviors) to deal with Almadels infested museum of hoarded-woes. He almost wanted to warn Nessa of the object, but she was faster than he could've ever been, certainly seemed firm in her own resolve.

He could only hope that Vyn and Caelyna we're right, that Almadel was more well-meaning than manipulatively inclined. He trusted their generous benefactors graces only insomuch as he trusted Almadel needed them alive to handle this...

"Let's all hope Almadel needs this beast dead enough that we're worth keeping alive..." Offered aloud against the whipping wind, he quickly donned the items that drew him, frowned at the berry -- as if they were supposed to put strange foods in their mouth without thoroughly examining them first...honestly -- and the bracelet, strangest of them all in his mind, that an object he'd never seen could alight his senses like a beacon and *call* to him with the fondness of a familiar, friendly face.

It was as unnerving to put on as it was compellingly necessary; watching the silver glint on his wrist, and on Nessa's own, while he gladly took her hand back into his with much less possessive intent than before. Reaching out to the next face that popped up nearest to them. Of course it was--

Rhysi--

Scanning away, ever a scientist, a match for Nessa's bold ideas and steely spine. If ever he'd met someone else worth respecting for those sorts of merits? It was certainly her. "Rhysi, when you're done making sure this glitz won't eat through our skin and evaporate us into another dimension?" A wry smile for the blond haired Cadet, a simply raised eyebrow, her dedication to the cause was amusing. "You really should hold on...just in case...Right, Nessa?" If he could use the conversational moment as an excuse to stare at her a second longer instead of the torn open sky? He decided to keep that to himself.

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General Prehnite
Location: With Team AtroBella on the Hillside
Action: Examining the Pouch, debating attacking the sky.
Roll: 64

Prehnite wanted to answer Actaea, his mouth was open and poised to do so as the sky lurched beneath the pressure of something writhing just above its lining.

Oh, this certainly did feel similar as battles he'd been in before, to an unsettling degree---

Just not on earth, not with so many of them present and abiding by each others existence. He could think back to battling wispzilla -- of times in the Rift -- a last stand before the castle, wormhole torn open and order pouring in. Save how there was there was something *different* about this though. A moment that held weight to it.

The moment was there, and then derailed by an explosion of glitter, a tag and a pouch. The tag he let whip into the wind, simply because the letters on it offended him more than the glitter or the pouches contents -- at least -- what he could guess of the items hidden within the small heft of velvety sack, buried he was beneath Hatsya, it was a little hard to tell, especially caught as he was between glancing up to the others and mouthing 'help us all' -- in the face of Actaeas giggling, and Hylonome's fear-struck features, Sodalites prepared resignation to it all.

The hand Captain offered up looked like a gift he felt rude for ignoring for so long---

And I'm supposed to be the General here--

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Captain Diasporite
Location: With Team Rak on the Hillside
Action: Examining the Pouch, waiting for orders.
Roll: 28

"Thank you Diesel..." Finally, a positive outlook! Dia looked mock horrified by Gremlins morbid statistics, piled atop Feldspars -- honestly! Pessimists, the whole lot. But he could show them -- no -- they all would -- because there was no scenario Diasporite liked least as much as the one where the seemingly hundreds before them, many their own, dwindled down to some splotchy few.

Especially since those numbers likely included his own potential corpse amongst them--- eugh -- the idea made him shiver more than the wind and splotch of pale *thing he was going to ignore* sweeping through the burbling sky and over the hills.

"You had best all hope at least enough of our own make it through, if only for your own sakes. I swear...everyone forgets the ride home *after* the battle--" His little spark of hope, bolstered by Rak's encouragement. It was ever so amusing to imagine Gremlin hooking it along the side of a road, cat thumb out, furless face shivering in the breeze. "Speaking of which-- I'm calling side-car with Rak and Narci!"

Could Nat's bike potentially fit three? Would he have to claw out Calaverite eyes for the privilege to claim a seat? Anything and everything was a possibility, and technically Calaverite could take his own damn self home! Same as Diesel, but Dia wasn't about to put anything past the black length of carrion pressed along Rak's side like he was trying to share a singular bloodstream with the General, the moment nearly looked 'cuddly', from a very sideways angle.

"Since we're all going to be looking after one another through this, it only makes sense to call shot-gun from now...." Dia said nigh politely, with a quick little smile, acknowledging Rakonovites sage as always advice, as though it were spoken gospel instead of a mild suggestion offered in the face of dire straits. His attention split between the random gift bag (of course from the horrid bug man in space, why always in space, why was everything horridly in space!!) while mentally jotting down Markeb and her brooding color match's wording about -- wishes? Oh, Markebs magic!

Noted, just as the bracelet was worn, and the pin pinned, and in Dia's greed he did dare to reach for more (because double the goodie bags sounded better than just the one, and he would've looked damn gorgeous in an assortment of bangles that were gold instead of silver!!) Alas -- it left him looking glittered from glove to elbow -- just -- generously jizzed upon by a makeup-grade glitter loving space-demon.

Why me!!! WHY IS IT BLUE!?

The face Dia made as he tried to wipe it off upon the grass to no avail....eww....just...so much eww...

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Eternal Sailor Elsa
Action: With Muri, Aruna, Tempesti, and Daedalus; accepting his bag and putting on the bracelet and pin, encouraging the others to do so as well

“Good,” Elsa said softly. A little promise, for after this was all over. “We can…we can take a couple days after this, and then go.” It would probably be difficult, and cold, and part of Elsa was nervous about what he’d find there, but he had to go. He had to do this.

And Muri knew homeworlds, went to his own regularly—so if there were risks, on Elsa, surely he’d know how to deal with it. And…just…there was no one else that Elsa would want to go with. That was the truth of it. There was no one else he wanted to share that moment with, and he didn’t want to go alone.

Which meant they had to make it through this.

“Ah, yeah. Elsa of Emptiness, specifically.” It felt…good, to introduce himself with his new sphere. His correct sphere, the one he should have had all along. The one that people would know him by, now.

The air around them changed. Pressed down. Elsa gasped, the weight of it briefly making him stumble as the wind picked up to whip his hair.

“Is that—is this it?” Maybe that was a stupid question. It wasn’t as if anything else could do that to the weather.

But it seemed they had a little unexpected assistance.

“Oh, Almadel,” Elsa said, grinning wryly as he took the pouch in front of him. “Looks like he’s got some fun gifts for us. However he sourced these, I’m sure they’re safe,” he said. “Years back, he gave me this incredible cloak—I still have it.” Maybe he’d throw it on for his visit to his world. Certainly it would make dealing with the cold easier.

He slid on the bracer and settled the pin on his collar, and felt—well, better. A little more ready to take on what was coming. Even though it was coming very quickly.

Transcended Eternal Sailor Daedalus
Action: with Muri, Elsa, Aruna, and Tempesti; encouraging everyone to use Almadel's gifts and putting them on himself

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Miss Aruna and Miss Tempesti of Harpies.” Neither name rang a bell on first thought, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything; he had been to a good number of worlds and met a good number of Senshi, and perhaps more time might jog his memory, if he had known anything of them before.

Or perhaps he simply hadn’t. It was a big galaxy, after all.

Murikabushi’s excited congratulations made him smile, warmly, and he reached up to run his thumb over the glowing markings on his cheek.

“I did. Last night. I paid a visit to my world to…resolve some things, before all of this. And it gave me a gift.” He exhaled. “I…am taking it as a sign that the universe believes in us. That my planet thinks there will be a tomorrow for me to return to it, and to keep tending it as I’ve been.”

No other option was allowable. It could not have been a goodbye, because there was going to be a next day. And a next. They would turn this thing from Earth, trap it or destroy it, and they would continue to live and fight.

Daedalus the world would live again.

The air shifted. It pressed down, powerful, threatening. But Daedalus stood strong, and when the little glittery pouch descended, he reached out to take it, pulling it towards him with a soft laugh.

’Ah, my friend,’ Daedalus thought, ’I see you’re up to some tricks.’

Beneficial ones, he hoped, as he slid on the bracelet and felt its hum through him. It felt..right. A step forward. The hum of progress. That which he guarded.

The pin went on his collar, and he ran his thumb over the gemstone.

“It seems our foe approaches,” he said. “Steel your hearts. We are not alone. And we will prevail.”

Captain Akaganeite
Action: With Reidite and Ako; acknowledging Aquamarine's comms message and equipping bracelet and pin

Akaganeite flashed Reidite a grin of greeting, amused at his description of their shared General.

“Ah yes, how could I forget,” she said, amused. “No intent to scare, just to warn.” Aquamarine certainly wasn’t for everyone. But part of Kaga enjoyed his blunt, abrasive manner. There was never any doubt of where one stood, unless one was particularly sensitive.

“It is true, though. We’ve brought our best tonight.” She squeezed Ako’s hand, rubbing her thumb over it.

The change in the air made her tense, and though she reached out to grab the bag, she didn’t let go of Ako’s hand until she went to open it and remove the contents.

“Hm,” she said. “Almadel—an extraterrestrial trader who asked many of us to help clean anh insect infestation out of his museum last summer. Not entirely up front about his intentions, but seems money-minded, and our planet is one of the few places he can reliably trade with. I’d judge these safe,” she said, sliding on the bracelet and pinning the pin to her jacket.

And when Aquamarine’s voice came through her communicator, she frowned. She’d heard the earlier order regarding metal and weapons, of course, but she was inclined to keep her blade to hand.

“Understood,” she said into her communicator, in reply to her General. And with a direct order to stay close, she nodded to Reidite and moved towards the group around Aquamarine and Jet. It was the best course of action regardless—the more scattered they were, the more likely it was for something to go terribly wrong.

“Go find Melpomene when you can,” she told Ako, softly. “If we get separated, we’ll find each other again after the battle.”

There would, of course, be an after the battle. It was impossible for there to be anything else.

Dark Mirror Sailor Persephone
Action: Hanging with the Dark Mirror group, resolutely preparing

Persephone gave Remarque a wry little smile. She had to admit, the thought of an after-party sounded like a brilliant idea, especially if it was being funded by somebody else.

“Oh, you’re the best,” she said. “I’ll never turn down a nice dinner.” Now, they just had to survive to get it.

She gave Lacerta a nod, glad to have a fellow healer present, and took in the wider group around them; it wasn’t exactly a surprise that there weren’t a ton of Dark Mirrors present, but she found herself wishing there were more.

Still, they’d make it. They had to.

“So, hey, Remarque, about that ballista in Mirrorspace,” she said, and then she trailed off, scooping up the little gift bag. Huh. She’d heard of Almadel, but hadn’t dealt with him personally.

Seemed like they had friends in really, really weird places. But there were worse things. As long as this Almadel dude wanted to help, and if he was sending them weird, glittery little presents he probably did, she would take whatever was on offer.

The world didn’t get to end here. Her students still owed her their final projects.


Dark Mirror Super Sailor Sappho
Action: with the mirror group, asking Remarque about the gift bags

Sappho was glad that no one seemed to be paying her much attention. Usually, she loved being in the spotlight. Usually, she was big and loud, claiming as much space as she could for herself, because she wanted to be the center of attention and run the show. She was good at that, even.

But now, with all of this bearing down on her? She didn’t want to have eyes on her. Especially not when she still felt ashamed of how much trouble she’d gotten into with Angelica, and how it had meant trouble for other Dark Mirrors. Hopefully no one remembered that, because she did not want to get called to account for it.

She didn’t even really have a good answer for what had happened. But at least it was over, as far as she knew.

“Sappho of Violets,” she said, and she hated that she could barely get her voice to normal volume. “My magic’s totally useless here, sorry.” A monster from outer space wasn’t going to care how cute and innocent she was when it wanted to eat the whole planet. She wasn’t going to move it by batting her eyelashes cutely.

God, she wished she could. She wished she felt like there was anything she could do.

But instead, the sky was falling, and there were strange gifts from a stranger. Casting her eyes over the wider battlefield, she could see other people putting them on, but she turned to Remarque first.

“Are these safe?” She asked. She hadn’t dealt with Almadel, really, though she knew other people had, so she wasn’t sure what to make of all of this.


Dark Mirror Super Sailor Ariadne
Action: With the Mirror group. Accepting Remarque's offer of a better dinner and then panicking a lot.

Ariadne flushed a little, when Remarque called out her plan. Still, at least he had a better offer on the table, and she shrugged, smiling.

“Well, I won’t say no to the upgraded version,” she agreed. “A steakhouse sounds way better than pizza anyway.” And like it would probably have a selection that wouldn’t make her trainer lose her mind, and there were probably more kosher options, so really a win all around because a girl sometimes did get tired of sticking to purely cheese pizza.

So, yeah, Remarque was a genius and clearly rich enough to fund a serious afterparty, and Ariadne was more than happy to take advantage.

“Ariadne of Mourningbrides,” she introduced herself to the group. “They’re a flower, and mostly I just make people want to make me happy, which is great and all, but I don’t think a monster from beyond the stars is going to go for that, so I will simply try to punch it real good.”

She could totally do that.

Her heart sank when the air changed, when the very sky began to bear down on them.

Okay so, maybe she had been a little bit in denial. Yeah, she’d given some energy to the ballista because it was there and she wanted to be a good member of the Court. Yeah, she’d turned up here following a mystery message. But she hadn’t really believed that the world could be ending. It seemed so far-fetched and ridiculous. Like something out of a story.

But here it was. Bearing down on them. A weight she couldn’t escape.

She almost missed grabbing her glittery little bag.

Eternal Corrupt Albite
Location: With Team Faustite on the Hillside
Action: Examining the Pouch, Ready to Fight God.
Roll: 89

He smiled soft as a feather for the feel of a gentle touch, alieved more than enough to swallow down anymore filth-laden comments as his boy shed every extra bit of metal he seemed to have on. It was fun enough to watch Hestia clean them up like a Squire attending to her Knight while preparing for battle....

Only to have to hold his near gasp for the striking length of blond figure that handed the Spike over to Hestia once she was done with the first task, he'd missed near entirely the bit of bugs shift from familiar firey-ember orbs and sovereign garb, into shining platinum strands draped over green, with a hazle gaze sharp enough to skewer a heart with. He kept saying ******** *nothing* --

It was none of his business. Not when Faustite and that *thing* gave each other their backs, and he found himself having to watch Faustites hands carefully in order to catch the words and all the layered meaning twined within his boys slender fingers.

It was a lot to swallow down, all the nuance, the finality.

Faustite's words...Hestia's promise...

"Hestia's got the right of it..." He didn't use words the way she did, not with nearly as much gut-punch purity and honest to the core meaning. Everything from Hestia always sounded to him like oaths made to long-dead gods, like they were writ in awe-struck, bloodied tongues. He couldn't say it'd be an 'honor' to do anything; let alone die while stranded on some foreign plane of reality. He didn't think he was very honorable, least, not conventionally so. Not the way the word was defined in the dictionary? Loyal, though? That, sure as the sun and moon's existence. In love? Always. Until there were no more stars in the sky. The things he would do for that love and those he gave it to of his own free will and volition---

Burn a world. Fight a Snake. ******** a fire.

On different spheres of being and entire lifetimes apart. It was all so easy so long as his heart was in it. And his heart stood multiplied on a field -- next to him -- further than that -- scattered in spots around the globe -- but in the moment of *now* it was most greatly amassed right where he stood alongside his wonderful team, his bonded, his mated souls, and there was nowhere else it begged him to be.

"N'truthfully? There's no world in which...win or lose...I'm anywhere but here. With all of you." Gazing with open admiration across the group of friends and lovers scattered before him, the kind of people he was proud to follow into the unknown while wearing glitzy gifts from the kinda hoarders whose names he would never, on his life, learn to spell or say even so much as seventy-five precent correctly. N'maybe? Cherry on the snake-murdering cake, he'd get to watch his husband very sexily stab a molten-hot spike through some ancient world-eaters skull."Sides, whether we come back or not....whether we even can or not...what's it matter anyways? If we're not *here* right now -- <********> -- there might not be anyone or anything worth coming back to..."

The people who weren't there, family and loved ones alike. He couldn't help but think of Lina, and of Emmy, and--- a kaleidoscope list of all the rest, a sore little pang in his chest that was already becoming words he'd send out on the side in a short, emoji filled flurry if after everything they somehow survived. He'd hope to glimpse some skimpy-rainbowfied-buttwings, and a slick of silver-hair and fire-whirls amidst the growing chaos.

Anything was possible, right?

"So, m'doing this."

A pleasant bit of finality to his tone as he finished donning Almondjoys felt bagged goodies, before pulling his phone out on the side and starting a brief string of texts. Thinking all the while how sweet Faustite was, really. That his husband wouldn't blame anyone who was already present for either staying entirely behind, or for turning tail and running if the need stole over their bones 'n puppeted them all away to soft beds and happier shores. Albite's beloved boy had a bleeding soft spot for the team, clear n' bright as the flames burning inside him. Softer even than Albites own, at least in this moment, for there was a stanch to how much forgiveness in the face of the unknown even his heart would gush out...

There had to be consequences to these sorts of things, abandoning people selfishly in their final hour of need, and while his view on what counted as a consequence rarely ever leant towards being murderous, his soul certainly did sing beg for retribution handed out when rightfully earned.





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Super Corrupt Cryolite
Location: Leaving Team Faustite on the Hillside
Action: Examining the Pouch, Running to find Love! Or say goodbye? Or!?
Roll: 69 (Nice~)

And of course Cyrolite heard Albite, it was impossible ******** not to, the man was goddamned loud! The translation was *terrible* Syrus could ******** feel it in his bones the second Headache -- whatever blond, not-a-hair-out-of-place person it'd stirred itself into -- twisted away to give them it's back. The words sat on his heart, sunk in his guts like rotten stones---

Because in his hands he held a glittering note, had read it thrice over in a span of a heartbeat, in a blink. He swallowed around a rising lump in his throat and tears that threatened to swell at hearing everyone else, at thinking of Nikki even as he shoved the letter into Almadels pouch, and the items onto his person, and the pouch into ******** subspace and---

There wasn't really time to think, was there?

"I'm not abandoning you, I swear, but--" But he needed to go, and maybe he'd be right back, and maybe he'd meet them there wherever they were all going all at once and what felt like ******** soon if the ominous sky was anying to go on!? But--- if he was going to *stay* and to *stay and fight* -- and to end up on another plane of existence where he might never see *anyone else ever again* ---

"Make him summon me if s**t goes south---" Hissed at Mira, he ******** meant it, if it could even be done!? But he said it, meant it, made hasty amends before he made a swift exit at the back of the pack, he didn't look at the overwhelming crowds of mixed faction's and mixed faces, or the Earth Clad Knight at Nikkis side -- he didn't stop himself -- before slamming into pink ruffles, purple frills, not thinking of anything more as he dragged her into his arms and hoped she hugged him back just as tightly.

He wanted to *snarl* for how Fulgurite *still* wasn't ******** there with them!

*Coward, coward, b*****d coward!!*

A knife to the heart would've been kinder---

But maybe Nikki's warmth would gentle the invisible blow.

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Corrupt Basic Mirabilite
Location: With Team Faustite on the Hillside
Action: Examining the Pouch, Dancing with the PPL who Brought her Cause she was Raised Right!
Roll: 16

Mira didn't say anything as Cryolite fled the scene. As Albite and the others said their pieces, they weren't her team, per-say. She was just tagging along with the Himbo who'd brought her unwittingly along, bedazzled skirts n all. Truthfully? She was perfectly peachy with all of it. Everything falling into the slot it should've, and? Bonus to blessings!! She was gonna look damn good all glammed up in some nameless demons sparkly trinkets~

Honestly? This is a much better 'thank you' than some ******** bug skins and a come-any-time card! Almadel should've *led* with this!

Her one regret was that she hadn't texted the legendary Todd back in a hot second, but who knew? Post apocalyptic hookups were supposed to be the best kind--

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