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Heliodor, Corrupt Super Senshi of Ryutou
The task at hand was interesting. With orders clearly stating to not cause any unnecessary conflict between anyone, especially the aliens, Heliodor’s interest had been piqued.

Of course, Almadel being the one to put out the summons for assistance was also a curiosity. While Heliodor had only interacted with the vendor once, he had gotten the impression that the man was not the sort to put himself out there for assistance. Anyone who worked in any sort of business knew how a favor could be a ware in and of itself.

What sort of things were they about to learn about? Well….large alien bugs hadn’t been at the top of Helio’s speculated list.

Gold eyes gazed around at the occupants. There were many already gathered as Almadel began his explanation and questions and answers segment. The corrupt kept himself quiet, listening in to the questions being tossed out. Some were useful, others meant to jab and poke at those they didn’t agree with.

There were many familiar voices and Helio found himself floating towards those of his own faction but not quite integrating himself within. He hoovered close enough that it was apparent where his alliances sat, but not so much that he needed to converse. Not right now. But, he did glance over at his brother gold attempting to meet blue in acknowledgement. A silent hello.

Sessrumnir, Knight of Jupiter

Sessrumnir had his arms crossed over his chest, and he did his best not to make it obvious that he was trying not to react.

He could hear Alastor’s voice in his head. But he could also see the smug smirk from Aquamarine.

Alastor was right, of course. He needed to stay focused and not get riled up. As much as he would like to put an end to both Aquamarine and Jet. He knew they couldn’t be saved. The Cauldron could sort them out, but the time for second chances had come and gone.

He hadn’t missed how no one in the Negaverse seemed to be attacking. None of the Knights or Senshi were attacking, either.

“How’s yours?” he asked Aquamarine instead, making sure he had his attention and eye contact, before moving his gaze to Jet. He knew they were close. Probably closer than they were willing to admit. But he saw the way they were always together.

No doubt that Aquamarine would know that he was very much debating on how he could get close enough to Jet to make him suffer for what he did. And how that would affect Aquamarine in the process.

Lt. Brassite
currently: staying in Chalcanthite's vicinity and spectating outloud

The orders from Miss Queen ******** was like, such a cool opportunity. Now don't get it twisted, Brassite was totally down to throw hands and whatever for the sake of...well, being on a Side, really. But getting to look at other factions without any other real concerns was super cool.

And it really didn't feel all that dangerous considering General King Hunky-Dorable and his little General Angelface were there. Both seemed pretty chill for the situation, kinda friendly-murdery. Like it was a PTA meeting or something.

Of course her general, Chalcanthite, was also there, being all smart and asking his important nerd questions. Brassite decided not to crowd too close to him, she's a big girl now! She's almost 15! But she did stay near enough to hear and react quickly to any orders he might have. She's a high quality lieutenant! She's super ********' professional!

It'd be nice, though, if she'd known about the bug part beforehand. She could've gotten a cage to bring one back for Mimsy. Maybe she could still try? If they were big enough, maybe they could be carried around or leashed like a pet? Brassite very nearly got distracted by the logistics of putting little hats and sweaters on a pet giant alien bug thing.

Okay no, this was a mission. She had to take this seriously. She had to evaluate the enemy while she had this really cool opportunity. So there were, senshi. Which were like their senshi but like, less emo about it? And the secret third type of senshi. Who were super goth about it. And knights who had a super stinky vibe, in her opinion. There were also senshi who were aliens? And then like, alien-aliens. Like, were those actual zappy guns like on TV? Cool as s**t.

The redhead teen was literally bouncing on her toes as she looked around, ponytail bobbing with the excess energy derived from both youth and the happy bliss of ignorance. The questions getting asked and answered did filter through her excitement, at least. Some people seemed to really like this Almond guy. Other people? Not so much! But all of them seemed to seem like, be comfortable dealing with him to some degree. Enough to be here and not trying to magically stab him, at least.

The Senshi of Boy Scouts started talking s**t about the Negaverse, which successfully pulled her attention away from the Blue-Dragon Corrupt, who somehow managed to be wearing so much fabric and showing so much skin that it was a sort of magic on its own. Stowing away this costuming marvel, Brassite took a moment to go, "Ooooooo!" Like this was about to be some kinda schoolyard tiktok fight.

When Almond responded, she went, "Ooooooh," again, and added, "...he just called that guy narrow-minded! He doesn't think that guy understands nuance! He's just said, Get your frog-a** out that well and look around, Boy Scout! He just said, Don't speculate, specu-lum and broaden those horizons."

The girl was mostly commentating to herself, not particularly loudly, but enough to be overheard by those nearby who weren't used to tuning out teenage bullshit.

General Chalcanthite
Chalcanthite nodded as his question was answered and more information was provided, even if he didn't like hearing that it was a probability instead of a certainty. Now that he saw one of his lieutenants here as well, he had another person to keep an eye on. At least she was dependable and seemed to be listening well.

Looking over to where Melpomene was, not quite beside him but not terribly far away, he motioned for them to get a bit closer. "Brassite this here is Melpomene, he can help make sure you have backup while we are out there. He is of the mirror court and will be helping support us both." Lowering his voice a bit as he leaned in, "Remember any names you hear and if any of them speak their magic out loud. We need to gather as much information as we possibly can."

With there being a fight of sorts, he was sure Benitoite would be here as well though he knew they would blend into the crowd with their lack of height. He did see Kafka which meant the smaller General was sure to be nearby. With enough people he had connections to spread within the crowd, this was going to prove quite fruitful for creating reports. The bugs, that was another matter but handling information was something he'd been quite good at since the beginning.





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Corrupt Eternal Beatrix

It had taken a bit of time for her to get here, debating things back and forth while out patrolling and nabbing a few starseeds. She had an idea Meissa might be here with the biggest of big boss ladies sending out the message.

Shifting through the crowd she spotted one person she was very excited to see and one that had her prickling with more than a little urge to fight. "Chrys, it's good to see you again. I have someone here as well, fresh in that I've been trying to lead." Waving as she made sure the skeletal mask covered enough of her face that that orchid princess might not recognize her immediately. Scanning the crowd she saw Meissa and pointed towards them while slightly making her way that way. "We should catch up yanno, got some new digs and stuff going on. But... I gotta keep an eye out of the flower b***h."

The hatred was there, something that had been brewing with each flowery knight that had gotten away or had been rescued right when she'd had em where she wanted em.

Stepping in beside the corrupt of bobcats, she smiled as she heard about fighting things. "Oooooo so we can wreck something, that I can handle. Might be a bit gross though." Keeping an eye out, looking for that damn mauvian she just knew was Ida's pet, Beatrix wanted to make sure neither of them got any ideas about trying to convince Meissa to hop-skip and jump back to the holier than thou side of douchebags.





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Super DMS Hela

Pulling out her phone, she considered texting Malory about the cute space merchant needing help but she figured with it being bugs they might not want to get all gross with acid and bug guts. She didn't quite like the idea of it either, especially after having to deal with the acid-spitting bugs last year but her eyes were sparkling over the mention of getting to wander a space museum to play pest control.

She had her camera in subspace and if she could find the time she really wanted to try and take some cool space photos. With the night this was happening, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to get a good set of long exposure photos of the meteor shower again so she needed to find something else neat to add to her portfolio.

Slipping her phone out, she zoomed in allllllll the way on Almadel and took a photo before texting it to Mal with a short little message. That done, she tucked her phone away with all its dangling keychains and tried to see if there were any other mirror court members here that she recognized.

"Cute space man that gave me the doll is back~"

Stiens, Super Senshi of Patchwork

When presented with the invitation, Steins was eager to accept - and volunteer her beau to come along too - something she knew he agreed to with some measure of reluctance, but knew he wouldn't say no to, simply because it was she who had asked. Admittedly, she wasn't sure what she was agreeing to at the time, but it really didn't matter to her. She was just happy to spend time with her friend. Seeing now that they were also among enemies, it did make her a bit nervous. She hadn't really had many run-ins with the 'other side' of things, but she had been told enough things to pay heed to the verbal warnings. Still, they were all there with a common goal, to help a common friend, so maybe there was some measure of safety in that. Well...if anything her naivety-driven positivity could hopefully lift grimmer spirits.

"Well, I've heard a lot from people that have eaten some earth bugs that they are kind of...nutty? The flavor! not the people! Well...maybe some of those people were a bit nutty too, but..."



Hierapolis, Page of Cybele

Hieropolis was beginning to believe that is was the 'that' which Meatloaf spoke of, as he once again found himself among a crowd of peers, and this time enemies. It was the prickling feeling of Chaos that kept him from falling too deep into his social anxiety and instead maintain a protective closeness to the diminutive Steins. Not that he could, by all logic, provide much protection - he was a page, after all, and even Steins was a level of power above him, so it was a relief to have Cybele there.

Cybele had been there when he'd awakened to this power, when he'd blindly lunged to the defense of Steins against a corrupted super senshi - chasing the frantic thing into the woods by the roadside. She'd also been there when he'd dragged the dead body of said senshi back.
So maybe there was more merit to his ability to defend Steins than he was giving himself.

He'd scarcely listened to what they were tasked to do, his mind busy elsewhere, but the conversation between the two senshi brought him back to the surface.

Something about bugs, hunting bugs, eating bugs? Well, that was a topic. While some may have been grossed out by the idea, or just by bugs in general, there really wasn't much of anything left that could gross him out. No, his job had seen to that. He had stories but not enough chuck buckets on hand for the audience.

Super Sailor Perdita

Perdita put a gentle hand onto Oberon’s shoulder. It wasn’t like him to get worked up. Then again, it wasn’t as if he’d had to face his father’s killer since the killing in question. They had to be careful. As far as they knew, the Negaverse had no idea that Oberon had any relation to Empyrean. Him being the only Senshi within his immediate family instead of a Jupiter knight was a blessing in that regard.

“It’ll be fine,” she whispered to him.

She gave Oberon’s shoulder a supportive squeeze. Almadel didn’t seem awful, even if some might consider him a thief, and the Negaverse… Well, they were just… there—being menacing, their auras cold and ugly. At worst, they were biding their time.

At best… maybe this wouldn’t completely devolve into chaos. Maybe they’d be too distracted by Almadel’s museum, and occupied with the Kosopods, and they could all get through this with minimal bloodshed.

“Just stay away from Jet,” she continued to whisper. “Don’t turn your back on him, but… ignore him for now. We can go and see what this is all about, and if any of the Negaverse agents cause any trouble… I think our numbers are greater.”

General Aquamarine

Aquamarine gave half an ear to the alien, and the rest to Sessrumnir.

“They’re well, thanks for asking,” he said, tone snide, smile even more so. Of course he knew Sessrumnir had been referring to Jet, but Aquamarine had no intention of confirming anything. “That man with you, would that be Remus?”

He eyed the Senshi (Alastor) much as Sessrumnir had eyed Jet. He didn’t match the description Jet had given him—not completely anyway. Black hair. The eyes Aquamarine couldn’t make out clearly from the distance between them, but they could be blue. The colors of his outfit presented the greatest deviation, but magic could often be quite strange in that regard. That he was taller than Jet remembered could be the result of time. It had been years, after all.

“Seems he’s grown up,” Aquamarine observed.

He cast his gaze over the crowd. There were enough agents and Negaverse senshi around that Aquamarine wasn’t terribly concerned about being outnumbered. (Certainly not with a General King accompanying them.)

Of the White Moon, the strongest seemed to be—

“Oh, look. Is that Cybele?” Aquamarine said, feigning surprise. “You’re looking well. Have you lost any friends lately?”

His smile spread into a taunting grin. The Queen had said not to pick battles, but surely she couldn’t blame him for being polite and asking after their enemies. If said enemies happened to attack, Aquamarine would only be acting in self-defense!