As if there was any chance Asmodeus, with her new, vibrant, glowing power, was going to miss the end of the world. As if she was going to just accept that it was the end of the world, either. So she came out to the hill, and she scanned the gathered group, and there—two familiar faces.
“Hati! Skoll!” Her fiancé and her girl, two of her favorite people on this stupid planet. And they were going to be fighting together at the end of the world. With a little flair, she caught the descending pouch of gifts from Almadel, sliding on the bracelet and pinning the little pin next to her brooch.
The sky was pouring down on them. The weight of it threatened to crush her, and in angry defiance of it daring to ******** with her, Asmodeus stood taller. She would not bend. Not to some extraterrestrial hungry caterpillar that thought it got to snack on Earth.
“Looks like we get to do this together,” she said, grinning recklessly. “Time to light this thing the ******** up, yeah? It doesn’t get to eat our ******** planet.”
Dagon was late. She would not shame herself for it; her time of late was occupied by returning to her planet and seeking answers for the Chaos infection. She had been there, for one last visit, that evening. What she saw still left her feeling disturbed; there were things terribly wrong with her world, and things walking that should not be walking.
The Chaos felt as if it was stronger. More active. As if in response to her own regained power, it too had awoken.
Of course she knew what was coming. Of course she knew that Earth was in danger. But she had not realized how imminent it was—had not expected to receive a time and a location on her phone, and to feel the sinking dread of knowing that she needed to return, immediately.
So her home world was left behind, and her adopted world was greeted, and she made her way to the hill just in time to feel the sudden, oncoming pressure of the beast’s arrival.
Dagon gritted her teeth and squared her stance. She would stand, whatever storms this thing threw at her and the rest of them.
And she accepted the little pouch, signed by Almadel, with a wry grin.
Good. More assistance. They would be more than capable of handling this. She refused to give in to fear, to accept any kind of inevitable end. Not when she thought she had lost everything that mattered to her, irrevocably, and had slowly managed to find it again. Not when she had so much reason to hope.
post 12 Seated between Totoro and Aquitania, with Metis, Niflhel & Snowball, grabbing gifts
Her smile was warm to Totoro and Aquitania as she sat between them, certainly aware she felt an additional layer of protective of the children given... she'd been the one to awaken them into all this. She couldn't allow anything to happen to them.
One of her ears twitched towards Snowball though, intrigued. "Sorry did you say... senshi form?" She'd heard of things in brief passing before, pretty sure there was information on the artificial creation on the systems back at HQ, but... she had yet to really see such a thing in action. Her tail flicked slightly in curiosity in front of her paws. "Every bit helps at this point, I would think, and I'd personally love to see how that functions."
"Yes, of course you can be useful," she said with an amused huff to Totoro, looking up at the child with a smile. "All are useful. It's just learning how to apply your abilities, and know when to keep clear of a fight so that others," and she nodded towards Niflhel and Metis as she spoke, "can use their experience and strength to help clear out a threat." Which speaking of... she looked up at Aquitania as she mentioned not having used her magic before, but yes given her sphere... "I think that will also help a great deal. It's still a lion's courage for people to find the strength they need to get through this."
As the storm picked up, and the skies dripped and fell further and further towards them, Realta hissed, standing and glaring up at the growing... something. The thinning clouds. Something moving up there...
But the sudden bag in front of her startled her, and the Mauvian pulled open the bag after snorting at the card. "Wishing you strength, health, and a safe path forward... it's from Almadel. An alien merchant. He is... an ally, and it seems he's assisting us a bit more in this. He must care for Earth as much as we do. These should be of great help to us, I think," she hummed, eyeing the bracelet before putting that around her front paw, and looking up at Metis expectantly for assistance with her pin.
post 12 Confused about the gifts, with Realta, Totoro, Aquitania, Niflhel & Snowball
The information about abilities and magics of the small group was... extremely useful, really. "Depending on the target, then, we should be quite the assist behind you," she smiled to Niflhel, then to Snowball. She'd not seen a Mauvian senshi before, she was pretty sure... "It wouldn't hurt, I would think? Though I can understand if you would rather not put yourself into the fray like that, either."
As Aquitania waved to her, Metis did turn her head to smile to the girl, seeing her silhouette moving through her magical sight. The abrupt stop, however, made her tilt her head slightly--was she feeling alright or..? "It's lovely to meet you both, Totoro and Aquitania. And yes, it certainly would be useful for our allies if I can get a good shot on it," she agreed to Aquitania with a nod, even if she... was concerned about the potential size of this thing...
The winds picked up, and Metis braced herself, moving closer to the chibi senshi and... blinking a bit behind her blindfold when a small burst of white energy appeared before her, reaching up to take the... bag? Inanimate, she peered at it curiously. Realta reading the card aloud was helpful, and she hummed, slowly putting on the bracelet and attaching the pin to part of her corset. Sending the bag--and... berry..?--to her subspace, she could see Realta was facing her and... ah. Giving a light snort of amusement, she moved over in front of the Mauvian, kneeling down to carefully pick up the pin she could see outlined in the feline's energy, and after a careful moment of feeling out the necklace Realta wore to be sure of what she was doing, Metis attached the pin to it.
"We'll need to be sure to thank Almadel, then, once all of this is over."
Roll: 33 Action: with Ashanite and Leifite, near the Nega Cluster.
Although she listened closely to the rest of the chatter from people other than Ashanite, Andesine also kept an eye out on the crowd, looking for any signs of others from their team. At least one member of their number (Leifite) came right toward Ashanite, and Andesine greeted her with a nod, a small smile. Surveying the crowd, Andesine thought she saw a familiar set of pink curls, but……had General Larimar become half-youma recently? If so, ze was in the company of another half-youma, so at least neither of them would be alone.
Much worse off was Nekoite. At Jet’s direction, Andesine equipped the bracelet and the diamond pin—and as she fixed the latter to her collar, she happened to look in the right direction. Two of those annoying alien senshi (one of them exceptionally large), and an Earth Knight with the glowing marks of transcendence. Frowning, Andesine gently nudged an elbow at Ashanite, tried to draw his attention over to where the motley crew stood with their missing Lieutenant. While Nekoite might have been inexperienced, he had so far proven decent at not getting himself killed, but Ashanite still needed to know.
“Looks like we might have a situation to resolve before the drinks when this is over,” she said, voice sober and serious. She’d been the one to find Nekoite and get him back to Negaspace for some healing after his run in with transcended eternal Encke. “Unless he manages to wriggle away from them when any combat starts, anyway. Edgelord Marge Simpson over there might not let Nekoite go back to his own people easily.”
At least the next person she spotted was on their own. “Arsenolite!” She called to the other General, raising and waving her hand to get his attention. “Over here!”
Andesine hoped he’d come. There was strength in numbers, after all, especially when General Aquamarine, General Benitoite, and General-King Jet had a better idea of what they were getting ready to deal with than most people. The others who could’ve spoken to that were some General Chalcanthite whom Andesine had never met, General-King Faustite, and Eternal Heliodor, and while she trusted that none of them would lie or give insufficient intel, she also didn’t know if Arsenolite had any prior relationships with them. If he joined up with her, Ashanite, and Leifite, he could be among friends.
Dravite’s return to the battlefield came without the usual sense of hierarchy; no General to report to, no familiar faces to greet. He stood at the edge of the clearing, quietly scanning for another Agent or Corrupt who appeared to be alone.
One figure caught his eye: a woman in an outfit that looked vaguely familiar. It had once been simpler, less detailed, but the style was the same. He didn’t know her name, but he had been the reason her friend was unable to save her as another corrupt carried her unconscious form away.
I wonder if they ever found each other.
A velvet pouch lay just behind the woman. He stepped forward, picking it up with care before offering it out to her.
“I believe this one is yours,” he offered gently.
Her eyes, an ombre of jade and pink, lifted to meet his, her expression skeptical but calm. “Thank you,” said, guarded but polite. If anything in his face stirred a memory, she gave no sign. “Does this name, Almadal, mean anything to you?”
The Captain shook his head. “I have been serving overseas for the last year and only returned a week ago. I have not had a chance to get brought up to speed. But I received the summons and am here to offer what aid I can.”
“I see…” Fluorapatite turned the velvet pouch over in her hands, thumb brushing the edge of the drawstring as if stalling for time. Her gaze drifted past him for a moment, scanning the crowd with a hint of something unreadable. When she spoke again her voice was softer. “You’re lucky. To come back to all this and still want to help.”
Dravite didn’t answer immediately. He looked out over the clearing, watching agents and senshi move in cautious patterns around one another. “Maybe,” he said at last, his tone thoughtful as he slipped the bracelet over his hand where it settled around his
"Hnnuff!" A startled squeak slipped out of him as he was pushed, buuut... Otherwise, Narcissus did not take any great offense. Calaverite was... well, there were certain ways to deal with him, and Narcissus had found that it was easier to just sort of smile at him and hope that was enough to disarm him. Narci wasn't much of an antagonistic sort to start with, but any sort of reprimand or gentle admonishment had not gotten him where he wanted to go with Cala, so... Just smiling and forgiving him was probably for the best.
"You, uh- you're c-calling what?" He prompted at Diasporite. The... side car? Oh, like when Nataniel drove them all home from the last battlefield. "We'll definitely, definitely make sure everyone gets home safe!" He assured, as much for himself as anyone else. "B-but it's... It's different than the last time, isn't it? In that most of you don't really need us, anymore..."
Because last time nearly all of them had been Basics and Lieutenants. Rakovanite had to ferry them around to make sure they were safe.
...But that wasn't much the case, anymore. Cala and Dia could take themselves wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted by teleporting, so... And they should be much more capable in whatever commotion lay ahead, less likely to suffer injuries too grievous. "It's a good thing, isn't it? I'm counting on you to t-take care of me too, Dia!"
The downside of his own magic and skillset, unfortunately. Narci did have to rely on them to get him out alive, and he would tend to whatever needed cleaning up in the aftermath.
Narcissus turned from the wind as it whipped up the nearby vegetation and practically blinded him with his own hair. Everything felt ominous. Certainly something above bore down on them threateningly... And what was there to do about something so great?
Nothing he could figure out. People more involved would have a better plan than him. And maybe that was exactly what happened. A little bag popped into existence in front of each person there, and while Narcissus did have the thought that they should be skeptical... It wasn't like they had much to lose.
A gem, a berry, and a bracelet from Almadel... If anyone had seen the monsters in space, surely it was him. Maybe he did know what he was doing. He clipped the pin to his collar and slid the bracelet on, before turning a nervous smile on Dia. "Heh, that bracelet matches you perfectly, y'know!"
Calaverite snorted, stuck his tongue out at Disasporite for all the complaint the other agent did.
It wasn't lost on him that Rakovanite didn't pull away from him, and Narcissus gave him no particularly strong reprimand to react to, so... So Cala could just stay here, arms wrapped around his General like this, while a storm threatened the clouds around them? Kinda hot, really... And a sort of incentive on its own.
He was going to rip apart literally anything that got in his way. Whatever thought it could come and ruin this moment was gonna fall with his hands in its chest. If it didn't have a starseed he could take, then it would have a heart, and he'd claim that instead. Rip it right out. Devour it. Gone forever. "Heehee..." He couldn't help the little giggles, the thrum of excitement, vibrating with all the currents of static in the air. It barely even mattered who was there to fight.
And for a wild moment, Calaverite's eyes were set on Diasporite, like this boy thought he could just use words to 'claim' something he wanted- when had that ever worked for anyone?
He opened his mouth to spit a retort (and maybe more), but was blessedly distracted by something popping into existence right in front of him: a bag, with stuff in it.
"Oooo!" A little gem, it didn't look very different than the starseeds he ate! Maybe a snack for later. A little bracelet- Cala put it on immediately. It didn't go with anything he wore, but it was shiny and his! Hishishis. A berry. ...He did not like fruit. But it was something he could make an offering of to someone who did... He knew someone who did. He glanced quickly to Rakovanite- Soon, maybe. When the moment was right.
But because he didn't want anyone else- especially a certain someone else- stealing his idea, he smacked for the bag Diasporite held, snarking out a short, faux, "Whoops!" Until he realized that he'd literally achieved nothing, and his hand was covered in glitter.
But, like, why did that matter. It was just confusing more than upsetting.
Lieutenant Feldspar (lamenting they couldn't have this get together anywhere else at any other time)
"Jesus <********>," Feldspar grumbled, pressing his admittedly slimmer and more off-balance figure into Diesel as the wind threatened to snatch the cigarette from between his fingers and knock him clear over. Bullying thing... Which was a little at odds with what he needed to say, but the point remained: "Y'know, I can hear you," he grunted at Weissite and Diesel. "And the concern is appreciated, but I'm not an incapable invalid, you know. I'd say I'm a pretty capable one, all things considered."
And that damn cat. He could practically feel Gremlin's special glare just for him, and Feldspar had to remind himself that all the mean little beast wanted was retaliation. He deserved someone to scruff him and shake him, but it would just fuel his victim complex. Feldspar huffed, rolled his eyes, made a pointed decision to only look at Weissite and Diesel- ignore the stupid cat.
He notched an elbow into the Senshi's ribs. "Don't make a habit of it, but you can count on me too, yeah? I'm good and settled with losing people. Not planning on racking the numbers up today."
Not that his plans always mattered, and there was a sad, morbid part of him that thought he was mentally prepared to suffer another loss... But he wouldn't like it. Would prefer to skip that part for today. Another slow, deep drag of his nearly-extinguished cigarette, just a little something to tame any... er, overflowing emotions.
He flicked it to the ground and stomped the butt out just in time for his hands to be occupied once again by... a weird accumulation of things. The same as everyone around. So, wow, that was a lot of stuff. And since he didn't have a strong opinion on Almadel one way or the other, he decided to trust that these items were useful, and not just actual junk. Feldspar slid the bracelet onto his wrist and fitted the pin to his coat. The berry... well, hopefully it wouldn't be smashed during whatever happened next.
post 12 Between Alastor, Lucien, and Sessrumnir, near Ganymede, Valhalla, Oberon, chatting with Urania
Lucien's suggestion made sense, and Solaris nodded as she listened to the large feline. "Good point... I just want to get things started, but yeah... better to wait on bringing that out for now." Rather not risk somehow losing it, or as Lucien said, getting it damaged... the very idea made her shiver. No thanks. Smiling a bit, she reached up to give Lucien a quick scritch along his ear and side of the neck. Which somewhat required her to grab onto Alastor's arm to do so, but he was also the Perch, here, so hey. It came with the job. "Thank you. I appreciate the reminders."
She at least was doing alright keeping up a pleased, excited façade--and it wasn't a total lie. The morbid curiosity in her was extremely curious to see this world-ending serpent, to finally see one of these great beasts of old stories for herself. But then she wanted it gone, removed from Earth and the rest of their worlds by whatever means necessary, do whatever required to keep it from trying to consume any more worlds... and lives.
So she laughed a bit to Ganymede's remark, offering the blonde a wide grin. "Confidence and stubbornness for me, I think. I won't see another world fall. I don't care what it takes to stop this thing. It needs to happen." She couldn't. Even if she could return to her world if Earth fell, she'd know she failed another world. Another world of peoples, and animals, and plants, and strife and love... It was the same factual stubbornness as when she'd state she could not die till Chaos was removed from her world entirely. There were no other options to her.
Be the change you want to see in the world, was such a common phrase she'd see around Earth, on cute signs and other bits of décor. But it was similar enough to a Solarian prayer and blessing. Silently, her lips moved through the words as she looked up at the splitting, dripping sky, an old toss back to maybe, if anything was really out there, it would give them the strength they needed to change this destructive fate.
She overheard Valhalla's remark about spiting their face and snorted. "It'd be lovely if they did think that far ahead, and if they consider future alliances more beneficial for Earth's survival... but I suppose we'll just have to wait and see how smart they actually are, huh?" Her hand moved to caress the warm blue metal of the bracelet around her wrist, aware at least that it could give her another round of magic if needed... she'd need to try and conserve that, if possible, in case the Negaverse wasn't as wise as they liked to think they were.
The winds picked up, and Solaris grumbled, tucking her wings closer to her body. The pressure made her nearly hiss, but a less than pleased laugh broke from her. "This is like that night with the first storm, before Encke and I got pulled into the prison." Just needed a blinding final strike of lightning, and get yanked through space... "So what pulled us through? Surely not that thing." Her words were more of a bite as she watched something moving beyond the clouds, thinking for a moment she saw scales....
The cold didn't bother her much, but much as she still wished to take to the winds again... Earth's gravity wasn't really ideal for that, and she'd rather not break anything cuz these winds decided to take her for an unwanted, and likely short-lived, ride... So when Sessrumnir reached over to her, Solaris took the hint and gratefully let herself be shepherded over between him and Alastor."Thank you," she sighed, happy to duck between the two men to buffer some of the winds. "Hope your sleeves don't send you flying," she also shot to Alastor, an attempt at... well, both a joke and a slight genuine concern...
Glitter and bags popped into the air, and she stared about at them, realizing they were... all over. Carefully taking one, she laughed somewhat at the card. "Hope keeping Earth safe is enough payback for these, I don't have anything else I can trade him right now." Still, she'd need to thank Almadel, next time she could. She pulled out the bracelet and put it on next to her metal wing-looking bracelet, and attaching the pin to her body suit before sending the bag and berry into subspace.
As Urania joined them, she smiled. "Sessrumnir, Ganymede, Valhalla, Oberon," She said softly to the other alien senshi, vaguely indicating each in turn for quick identifications. She also lifted her gaze to look for Ekstrom again, mostly just hoping the Knight was making use of the gifts... "Urania, this is feeling like the night I told you about, the first storm? Feels like things might be kicking off soon... or that a bubble's gonna fully burst." The skies were certainly falling towards them, crashing to them. It certainly looked like the end of the world...
Action: with Aruna, Daedalus, Elsa, Tempesti, and Harmonia. Arming himself with Almadel’s trinkets and telling everyone to go with the flow of the vacuum.
Everybody was getting along so well, Muri thought, which under the current circumstances, meant that something had to go wrong soon. He didn’t know what it would be, but with everything going on, it wouldn’t be good. That seemed like asking way too much from reality. It was definitely asking too much of Harold Darkstar.
Initially, that didn’t seem to happen. As the cute, blue-and-pink haired senshi approached the group, Murikabushi gave her a wave and a warm smile. “Hey, welcome, yeah, definitely, come join in. Our group here today is Aruna,” as he worked through introducing everybody, Muri gestured at them, so the new girl would connect the names and faces, “Tempesti, Daedalus, Elsa, and I’m Murikabushi. If you need a group to run with, we’re happy to have you.”
But that was when the Things Going Wrong decided to touch down.
When all of this had started, that night when he and Kerberos and everyone else had gotten taken up to the Space Hexagon, Murikabushi hadn’t gotten a good look at anything. It had all happened too quickly for him to process what was happening. He couldn’t remember any of the finer details—but this pressure building all around them, though. All the heavy energy in the air and the sense of so many things bearing down on him, crushing down on him even as the storm rushed around everybody. Some unseen vacuum pulling them away.… It was the same feeling.
“Guys, this is the same s**t,” he called out, both to his own group and hoping that other people might hear him. “This is what happened before we got pulled into Harold’s prison! We—”
Murikabushi winced, first at a feeling as if the storm whipped up harder and then at the glitter that exploded into being right by his face. Reading the tag on the blue velvet giftbag, Murikabushi rolled his eyes—he still had so many issues with that British Museum (derogatory) sticky-fingered little culture-thief and his alleged “museum”—but that didn’t stop him from putting on the bracelet first, then pinning the diamond charm to his senshi collar. If nothing else, Almadel was a ******** businessman. He might’ve been a conniving little thief whom Murikabushi did not believe cared a single ******** about the significance of the objects that he pilfered and then sold back to their rightful owners.
But any sane and sensible businessman wouldn’t knowingly, deliberately hand sabotaged gifts to the people he was counting on to save his ability to do business with more people than whoever still lived on the Velencians’ homeworld.
“We need to go with the flow, you guys,” Murikabushi called out, once again speaking to his own group and whoever else might have overheard. “If we don’t follow the flow in there, that nasty ******** is gonna come out here instead. So, let’s get in there and take away his chance!”
He didn’t know what would happen if they did that. But taking a deep breath, Murikabushi closed his eyes and yielded to the vacuum’s pull, ready for whatever was on the other side.
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"Nothing meant by it," Weissite retorted. Feldspar was capable, sure, but s**t still happened, and Weiss would blame Diesel for it if it was s**t that couldn't be remedied. All he could do was make them aware of that fact.
When he was able to look up from the sudden onslaught of wind, it was to see a parcel on the ground in front of him. A parcel from someone he didn't know, containing items that did not have an obvious use. Least the guy coulda done was tell them what this stuff was, but all they got were Xes and Os. Helpful. Weissite- knew better than to refuse whatever suspicious help was being given here, but he decided to keep the things together in the bag for this second, just in case they'd come in better use later.
Action: with Grieve, Róka, and Hy-Brasil. Lying like a rug because he does not want to die.
Nekoite audibly whimpered, which was extremely Not A Good Look, and he knew that. But on the other hand, another alien senshi was joining their little group. He wanted to offer to make himself scarce if his presence so annoyed the enormous, incredibly threatening banana senshi with the horns and the Marge Simpson hair? But—apparently, these people wanted him to play some unwilling corruption? Sad, scared, in over his head? He didn’t really get what the Demonic Banana Lady was talking about with Cosmos or whatever, but……he had to work with this if he wanted to survive and get out of here.
Covertly biting the inside of his lower lip—twisting his mouth into a particularly pathetic frown, complete with wide, sparkly eyes—he nodded. If they wanted a sad little baby who’d gotten all of this forced on him, he’d give it to them. “You—you have no idea,” Nekoite insisted, making himself believe everything he was saying. He hadn’t had a choice. Emmett hadn’t made him an offer that sounded great. And Ashanite was terrifying, absolutely horrible. “I—I thought one of the guys who brought me in was my friend, but he wanted me to meet a different friend, and then a hand was in my chest and……???”
He maintained enough dignity to not just burst out crying, but primarily because the gift bag demanded his attention. Slapping on the silver bracelet and fixing the pin on his lapel, Nekoite aimed his big, sad eyes up at the demon lady senshi. “Can……? I’m not really good at fighting but I’ll do my best against the Calamitous Hunger or whatever?”
Calamitous Hollow. Nekoite knew that. But it would probably help if they thought he was kind of stupid. Then, whenever he had an opening, he could make an escape back to Ashanite and Arsenolite.
Eternal Sailor Victoria, Senshi of Glory : Journal Action: Joining Ashinite and the Nega cluster currently on "auto-follow the group".
Vicky was fashionably late as he arrived at the field and looked around at how many people were currently there. The senshi of Glory was a bit intimidated he hadn't been in this large of a group in a long while. If it wasn't for this large snake in the sky about to eat them, the senshi of glory wouldn't've showed up here. At least not willingly.
He found Ashanite fairly easily and gravitated towards his General. "I'm here." He said softly, and not long after he said that a strange bag from someone he didn't know fell out of the sky. He was looking at the items inside of the bag and turning them over in his hand. He then looked around at the other negaverse agents around them. "Um, hi." He said. He wasn't usually one to be intimidated but he was tonight just because of the fate of the world.
When Xyla arrived, the clearing was already thick with movement; boots and sandals shifting through grass and dirt. For a Mauvian of discerning self-preservation, weaving through them would have been an exceedingly poor decision, so she kept to the edges, velvet pouch dangling delicately from her jaws like a prize.
She walked silently along the perimeter until she spotted what she thought was a familiar figure; a Captain in blue and black with accents of grey- shades that reminded her vaguely of Zinkenite and Benitoite. Beside him stood a tall Mauvian in their humanoid form, dressed in an ensemble detailed with musical notes.
Only when she got near enough did she realize that the General was not one she had met before. Still, when Xyla got close enough she set the pouch down at her feet. “Well now,” she purred, her long tail curling like a question mark, “it seems I’ve received a trinket with a touch of mystery. A purple token, a pin- pretty, prickly, and precise.” She carefully pawed the trinket out of the bag. “Alas, my paws are rather… inefficient for such delicate operations. Dreadfully so.”
Her golden eyes gleamed mischievously as she lifted her chin so that they could see the necklace she wore, chain swinging slightly with her movements. “Might one of you be so kind as to help fasten this fiddly thing to the chain?”
With Andronicus; still doubtful but still opening up the bag
“True,” he said, but still took another few seconds to consider the bag before opening it and emptying it onto his hand. His brow immediately quirked at the sight of the trinkets that tumbled out. They seemed…questionable, as far as how useful they would be in this fight, but if Andronicus was open to trusting the one who provided them…
Ashur returned all the items except for the bracelet into the pouch, then worked on tying the pouch to his belt as well. “Here’s hoping,” he said as he then slipped the bracelet on. “I’ve never met the guy myself, but like you said–probably a good idea to take all the help we can get for this.”
Maya stepped into the clearing, boots crunching softly against the grass as she took in the assembled group. Her posture was straight, but her lavender eyes were wide in awe; there were so many here she didn’t recognize.
But then she spotted a group of six Knights huddled together which made her shoulders relax ever so slightly. Three had uniforms that looked unfamiliar to her, two bore the symbol of Ganymede, just like her, and one had the color of a Pluto Knight just like Antisana.
She approached with cautious optimism, one hand resting lightly above the silver symbol on her chest. “Hi… um, I didn’t expect to see so many of us here,” she said, offering a tentative smile. “I’m Maya. Ganymede Page. Mind if I join you?”
The velvet pouch still felt a little too heavy in her hand, as though the weight of it was more than just the objects inside. For the moment she remained at the edge of the clearing, arms folded loosely as her gaze skimmed the growing crowd.
None of the faces were familiar, and the sheer variety of energy signatures was oppressive and overwhelming which made her stomach churn uncomfortably.
If Sailor Child were here, she’d probably already have made three friends and figured out what was going on. But no… with her condition, this wasn’t the place for her. Pherkad had told her to stay home, stay safe, and she meant it.
“Times like this,” she muttered, her voice barely carrying over the breeze, “I wish I had more friends.” Her fingers brushed the edge of the pouch again, as to pull a measure of comfort from it.
