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General Arsenopyrite

This sort of... help wasn't something that Arseno would have usually done or volunteered for, but the Queen had granted her allowance for Agents to answer this strange alien character's message, but to make sure they gathered information as well. And Arseno was definitely willing to see what he could find for this character.

He was curious why this alien had so much trouble with the bugs. If he was strong enough, wouldn't he want to take care of the bugs himself? It was one thing to note at least, but it was strange. This could possibly be a trap by the alien as well, why he would do such a thing was something that Arseno couldn't imagine as of right now, but perhaps there would be more later.

Or at least he might be able to find out why this alien liked coming to Earth so much. Arseno had heard of him, but had yet to actually seen him face to face. Now that he had, he couldn't help but wonder what this alien's goals were.

Yvoire, Squire of Ganymede

Yvoire spotted Reims not because he was easy to spot in a crowd—the dark clothes had a way of helping him blend in with the night—but because they were both lingering at the back so Yvoire didn’t have to look around too many people to find a familiar face. Plus, the large Ganymede symbol on Reims’ hat was almost like a beacon.

“Hey,” Yvoire said as he shuffled closer, offering an awkward wave. “Are you okay? You look a little tense.”

Of course, Reims frequently looked tense, at least when they were around other people. Yvoire himself still felt a bit shaken from what happened on Daedalus, so much so that he almost hadn’t come here tonight, but whatever this museum was shouldn’t be anything like that.

He hoped.

“Ganymede told me about this guy,” he added, keeping his voice low so it wouldn’t travel far. “I think he’s mostly harmless, but he steals stuff from other planets. He had something from Ganymede once. Maybe we’ll find stuff that used to be at our Wonders at his museum.”

Corporal Naeria

Naeria didn't know what it would be like to find a colony of kosopods in the middle of the place that you were staying, but she doubted that it could be any more surprising than trying to befriend a human and one day having them inform you that they were gifting you a horse.

Sometimes, she'd found, you had to learn to coexist with creatures that you were not expecting to come into your life. It could be a rewarding experience, but there was also a learning curve to it. He must have needed some advice on making sure his new roommates were well cared for, and to make sure that they had enough to eat without trying to get into his things. Naeria would argue that they weren't his things any more than they were the kosopods, but regardless, there had to be some kind of mutually beneficial solution.

Oh. Oh.

He wanted to squish them.

The look on Naeria's face was one of pure horror.

She huddled close to the rest of the Vanguard, nodding at Andreyia's suggestion but far too shocked and disgusted to say anything else for the moment.

Eternal Ida

"Ch-Chari?" Ida's eyes widened when a familiar and exuberant voice called out to her, it's owner appearing between bodies in a flash of dove grey and blonde. She hadn't seen the senshi of Seagulls in... years. Five maybe? She'd gone quiet on the powered front and so much had happened in Ida's life since then that seeing her now felt like the woman had stepped out of some dream of the past.

"Chari!" Ida almost threw herself at the other woman, flinging her arms around her waist and squeezing tightly. "Its... its been so long! I didn't know you were back in the city. When did you get back?" She said, her voice a little muffled from her cheek pressed against her shoulder.

"God, its... so much has happened and this is a terrible place to try and catch up, but I'm so glad to see you!" Where did she even start? And this truly was one of the worst places for it, considering the company they were keeping and the task they were going to be embarking on in moments. "Do you have time to stick around later? So we can talk? I want to hear what's been going on."

Standing here like, holding the taller woman, so many memories were flooding back... things she'd set aside to deal with the now. So many people she'd lost touch with over the years.

Eternal Corrupt Hestia
currently: lurking behind Helio

Hestia had to admit, Mr. Almadel's series of magic tricks prior to the clock striking 10 had her total and complete attention. She'd chosen a shadowed little area on the periphery of the area in order to better collect information, but instead ended up focused entirely on the alien's casual show of skill. Flushing a little, she stepped out to join the large group more openly, moving to stand behind Helio, hands clasped neatly in front of her as she truly began to pay attention.

Well. This was clearly a job suitable for the Senshi of Housekeeping!

Standing even straighter now, practically vibrating with an eagerness to show off in front of her teammates, Hestia quietly assured Helio, "We are going to destroy so many more of these than the White Moon." As if this was going to be a competition and of course he was concerned about winning a medal.

Noticing Cybele, she beamed at the other senshi. She'd heard that the Princess of the Hunt had survived being killed by her General King, but seeing is truly believing! Hestia hoped her little knight had survived the dangers of being a page, as well. At least long enough to see her princess rise once again.

Cadet Cypher
Action: Existing and listening.

Like all other Vanguardians, Cypher received the Commodore’s message on his ComTech device. However, he had already been to the hill where he’d last met Almadel two years ago and saw not a table full of treasure, or a mysterious merchant looking for an intriguing trade.

No.

What he found was nothing more than an ornate wooden sign with a gilded frame that had a message scrawled on it in fancy ink.

Here he’d come hoping for a conversation, an outside perspective with things weighing heavily on his mind, but it seemed Almadel had no need for trades this year and instead sought help with a task and was offering a handsome reward. But Cypher had little need for such things unless it was something that could help aid him in earning a promotion by being useful to their mission or finding a way back home.

Either way, he had already decided well before receiving the request from their leader that he would come as requested and see if there was something he could do since there was little else to do with his time with this semester at the college he’d been attending coming to a close and summer break beginning.

The Commodore’s words of caution were worth noting and Cypher was intent to heed his wise warning. For now though he simply kept his head down and took in what information was given about the artifacts and layout of his museum.

Corporal Caelyna

Almadel was a fascinating person, in Caelyna's opinion. A mysterious man from beyond the stars, with a collection of all sorts of strange and unique artifacts. She'd never met him herself, but if the Commodore wished them to investigate him, it only seemed prudent to show up.

Not least because her own efforts had borne little fruit. But perhaps a large gathering and a chance to observe others would provide the spark she needed to pursue a new avenue of research.

It felt...strange, sometimes. Being here, on this world, having not seen her parents in so long. Knowing that Velyria was dead. And she hadn't spoken to Fae-Fae in so long...since soon after their embarrassingly public kiss, and it was hard not to draw a parallel there.

It felt like existing in a lonely, quiet haze. Maybe this was what she needed. A new adventure and purpose to embark upon.

And there were others here. Vyn, Aliez, Lysanna, Andreiya, Rysi--fellows in arms.

Caelyna had not been a quiet person for most of her life, really, but she was quiet as she approached the others. Slid into place with a nod of greeting and little more.

And if she looked tired and drawn, if her braid seemed messier and lazier than usual--well, maybe no one would comment. Surely this wasn't the time to be worried about silly things like that. They had bigger problems. Like how to prevent a wholesale extermination of the poor insects.

"I agree," she said in Velenian, voice soft, "it would be in our best interest to save what we can. It certainly isn't their fault that they're hungry."