She'd wanted to avoid it, trying not to think that the petulant little blonde a*****e who'd poked at her for information might be right. But when she'd seen a scroll appear while in her clocktower, it left her stuck with very few options. She didn't know enough to be sure beyond any shadow of a doubt that whatever was coming wouldn't just eat Pluto next after having Earth as an appetizer. So she would be there, wherever this place was that the coordinates led to.
Spotting the little puppy of hers, she was still getting used to the fact they were a squire as well. Taking one look at the sky confirmed her immense dislike for all this but there were certainly enough people here. She saw that annoying blonde off by some other agents that felt overwhelmingly like bad news.
"Are you alright?" She nudged into Novella slightly before looking around.
Coordinates. A time. Emain Ablach took a deep breath and let it rattle on its way out. Of course he’d answered the call. Of course he had. Resting his shield on the grass and leaning it against himself, he cast a look this way and that. Amoris and Imhotep and Promethei had all said they’d be coming, and he was hoping to see them in the crowd that had assembled. Nectaris too, maybe, and also Cybele and her knights.
The princess had helped arguably save his life, after all.
Emain Ablach shifted his weight, looking up at the sky and all it was doing. Luke chapter ten, verse 19 – “I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy.” The passage slipped easily enough from his lips under his breath. Judging by Negaverse presence, this wasn’t a Negaverse weapon, so the identity of the enemy was something Emain Ablach wasn’t sure of.
Hopefully they’d find that out with minimal casualties. Until then, Emain Ablach would have to play it cool, like he wasn’t surrounded by people that, last week, would have murdered him for turning traitor–
Fighting wasn't something she preferred; that was better left to agents or people who were risk takers. Unfortunately, her husband-to-be ended up being an agent, so she needed to save face and keep an eye on things. At arrival, the fact that not only was her general here alongside Gerard but they were near one of the sovereigns meant she'd have to do more than just be present.
Walking over quickly, she heard the mention of a cleared schedule. Good. That meant if things did work out she could see about going over more things for the future benefit of both the Sharp and Evans families.
"Generals, and Sovereigns." A slight bow of her head before standing next to Diaboleite.The spear was new, and if it meant what she thought it did, that meant they could at least back out of things via teleport if everything went south. Not that there might be anything left to back out of, but she felt a bit better about probably not needing to be a taxi for someone.
So. It was time. If the text message on her senshi phone hadn't been enough, the apocalyptic view of the sky would have given it away. Ida had been restlessly patrolling the city since the sky had darkened and she'd practically jumped into motion as soon as she'd heard the 'ping' of the message.
The gathering place became obvious immediately as she felt the flare of overwhelming power... Chaotic power, mostly, far over shadowing the bright spots of Order. The Negaverse had brought out the 'big guns', it seemed... more General Sovereigns than she'd ever seen in one place. It was as worrying as it was good to see, if seeing so many could ever be called good. The Negaverse was willing to work with them... at least for the moment.
As Ida passed through the outskirts of the gathering, she let the power swell inside of her and released it, warmth flooding her as the scent of flowers surrounded her and petals fell. Cloth settled around her arms as she scanned the faces for people she knew, moving deeper in on bare feet.
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A floral scent surrounds Ida when she takes princess form, making those in her vicinity calmer and less prone to violence. It won’t stop someone in mid-attack, but can influence them passively to be less violent in her presence. For those already passive or friendly, the smell gives comfort and can ease the mind. It lasts for a minute before the scent fades.
When the message came through his tablet, the only thing he really felt was tired. The non-stop stress and running around had already worn him down, but that didn't mean he wouldn't go and try. A message went out to his team, letting them know the rundown on who to look to for assistance and guidance while also reminding them to keep an eye on any senshi or knights.
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General Benitoite and Eternal Aoede will be additional backup for orders and guidance. Those able to stay at long range, please do, I will be keeping towards the rear to provide support without needing to worry about others getting in the way. Keep an eye on Melopomene, and if you need to get out, then do so. I will not hold it against you if you feel the need to retreat.
Keeping towards the edge, he saw a few that he recognized already but kept his distance for now. Everyone had done something, apparently, and now was the time to see what would happen. The tension around him would be palpable, even if Liam had drugged him with melatonin or something in his tea to get him to sleep the previous evening. Something he was still feeling bothered over, but they had been right over him needing to get some rest, even if it wasn't wholly by choice.
Tapping at his single earring, he knew his fiance was somewhere in the crowd. Please be safe, darling. I am staying near the edges, so you need not worry about me. I let my team know to look out for you, so if you need an out, seek any of them out.
Everything was as prepared as it could be, and his fingers lingered over that medallion again. With his coat in subspace and his signature muffled down, he wanted to keep from being bothered much by any of the knights he'd interacted with the past weeks. It needed to work out if he wanted to keep his work running smoothly, end of the world or not.
Unfortunately for pretty much everyone who ever had to deal with him, Murikabushi’s typical response to being given directions was You can’t tell me what to do, ******** off.
Fortunately for everyone else dealing with the looming apocalypse, however, skipping out just because the presumption of the mysterious message that had popped up on his senshi phone did not make sense with Murikabushi’s magical girl fantasy. He had every intention of giving this his best efforts and slam-dunking Dr. Harold Darkstar, Eater of Worlds, PhD. back into the cosmic dumpster where he belonged. Not that this had prevented him from taking it seriously when Yuki had told him to be careful out there, ******** he had rolled his eyes a bit when Yuki had told Elsa don’t let him do anything too stupid and reckless—but, well.
However self-assured Murikabushi wanted everyone to think he felt, the process of getting to the meeting place involved a lot of pausing briefly to steal a few deep breaths. He and Elsa ran into Aruna on the way and scooped her up. She was really coming into her own as a senshi, and Muri was proud of how hard she was working to get her bearings and figure herself out. Still, high stress situations like this understandably weren’t her most very favorite thing, and if she wanted to stick with friends, then Murikabushi didn’t want to leave her out there alone. With a quick introduction—“Elsa, Aruna. She’s the sweetheart with the necropolis world who works with me at Puppy Paws. Aruna, Elsa is the gorgeous badass who saved me from a youma and helped me get Awakened a few years back”—Murikabushi resumed leading the way.
Arriving at the function, he strutted in and projected all the confidence he didn’t necessarily feel for real? But Murikabushi wanted to be a senshi who felt that confidence in the face of such a major, potentially world-ending threat. Looking around, he spotted plenty of familiar faces: Grieve, whom he was going to avoid for now because Aruna was so on-edge around her and Grieve might have decided to mess with her; Faustite, gathering his team and getting everyone ready to fight; Jet, in the center of a steadily growing collection of Generals and Nega-Senshi, including Aquamarine and Benitoite and several faces whom Muri didn’t recognize; Fang and Kerberos, with a certain Ida-himesama going over to meet them, and was Muri going crazy and seeing things or were those the glowing marks of Transcendence on Fang’s arms, and face, and stomach……?
(Murikabushi swallowed back on that question or anything it might have made him feel. Not the time right now. He could have feelings later, when they weren’t dead.)
“Elsa, Aruna, how are we feeling,” he said, still looking around for any other familiar faces, but trying to focus on them. “A whole bunch of us versus one big nasty jackass…… We feeling ready?”
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Fausite was here, as was Helidor, and that meant their dragon was not far behind. He'd felt the pull deep in his chest, like a string tied to his ribs, and he'd let it take him, pulling him across the city to the place where everyone was gathering.
Fafnir arrived in a swirl of his dark skirts, settling himself into a loose and comfortable stance as his eyes flicked to watch Faustite speak.
He'd been aware of the things happening, though he'd had little involvement in them. He hadn't been taken along when the spikes had been found, or had the time to do run around information hunting. He had managed the increased quota, but that part had been easy... The strange, fractured crystal he'd picked up a few years ago had been serving well in that regard. The Between had been humming with energy as the monster approached, and gathering there was so much easier than chasing down drunks on the way home from the bar. It was, of course, always a gamble on how long he'd been stuck there, but losing an hour or two here and there had not hurt his schedule too much.
But now things were happening, so he was here. Ready and waiting.
Basiluzzo sat himself on the grass on the hill, draping his cloak over his knees and resting his staff leaning against himself. That way, no one would trip over it or him. He had come straight from work, leaving his very disgruntled mother behind with a very puzzled and anxious Garber. It wasn’t that Garber didn’t know about the war with chaos and the Negaverse. It was more that Garber hadn’t been any more of a fan of Basiluzzo and Nectaris and Stromboli and Encke going out than Safira had been, even if he agreed that Safira also should not be going out to deal with what was very clearly an apocalyptic scenario.
“What if something happens? What am I supposed to tell the kids?”
“I don’t know. Something. A fiery car crash, or something. Something tragic and cool.”
“That’s not funny, Arra.”
“No, but neither is this.”
And then Richard had gone to get his keys and head to the rendezvous point, his mother still fussing with Garber about having to stay behind. But there was no telling how dangerous this was going to be. This wasn’t like the meeting where Richard and Luke had been sure there would only be friendly people there, and even then they’d still put a disguise on her to help obscure her identity since she wouldn’t have a glamour. She didn’t have magical powers. What else did she expect them to do? Let her get herself killed?
He dragged a hand down his face, then rubbed his temples with forefinger and thumb. He had not seen Encke yet, but knew that he had to be on the way. Hopefully, soon.
Morphues hadn't paid much attention to the storm till he had gotten the notification to this gathering he honestly didn't send much time with his fellow dark mirror senshi. He wanted more life in his mirror world than was possible at this time. He had the mechanical bird that the mysterious merchant had given him on his shoulder. His magic was strange and he wasn't sure if it would help in this matter still if there was no earth there would be no birds and that was not something Morpheus could accept so he would stand in defense of the earth not matter what it took. He looked at the shields, wondering how long they would hold. He frowned and stood with the others gathering. (Open for interaction)
Amoris rocked up onto the tips of his toes, trying to see literally anyone he knew in the crowd. He had pleaded illness and came straight from work, hoping his parents wouldn’t notice that he hadn’t left in the direction of the house. But he’d gotten the message and the ensuing text from Diryas about the message, so he knew the others were likely also heading to the meeting point, and might even be there already. The trick, of course, was finding them. More and more people were arriving as time went by, and Amoris didn’t want to miss them.
As if on cue, he felt a hand at the small of his back and turned around to see Imhotep.
“Oh good, you did make it.”
“Of course.” Imhotep jerked his chin back over his shoulder. “Promethei’s on his way. Had some paperwork to finish before he could make it over. Have you seen anyone else?” Emain Ablach was supposed to be there, if Imhotep had any guess about his response to the mass summons. Unless services had run late or something–
“Not yet.”
“Anyone we need to avoid?” The emphasis on ‘avoid’ was clear, and Amoris frowned as he looked around again.
“I don’t know. Probably, but I haven’t seen them yet.” Amoris only knew a couple of names and vague descriptions. He hadn’t seen the two people who they fought in the park yet, if that was what Imhotep was asking. “Do you know how long it’s going to take Promethei to get here?”
“Not off the top of my head. I didn’t ask.”
“Well, hopefully he gets here before all of that,” Amoris gestured with his astrolabe up to the sky, “breaks loose.”
Dejanira had been taking a break for a while since she had gained the powers of an Eternal sailor scout. She had seen the storm and she had gone to the tower to try to help, though she had not been much help in that matter. She hoped this time she would have a chance to help save the world. She looked around for other senshi and knights she might know. She wasn't surprised to see so many here since this was the fate of earth they were defending. Every plant would be lost if the world was destroyed as an avid she didn't want to see all life on earth lost. (Open for interaction)
’There’s a veritable party here, if you want to get out and mingle’ was Ancha’s text to Hydor. Truth be told, she didn’t expect him to say yes. But, ‘chaos too, if that sways you any’ was a fair warning. She expected he had gotten the same text she had gotten. He was the only person whose number she had, or who had hers, and the alert hadn’t come from him, so she was feeling pretty same in assuming it was a mass text kind of situation.
“Does he ever respond to your texting?” Sacha asked from next to her feet.
“No, not really,” was Ancha’s immediate response without looking away from her phone. “But he has sometimes shown up anyway. He’s pretty reclusive if I had to guess.” Didn’t bother her at all. She wasn’t texting him with the expectation that he would turn into a chatterbox and blow up her snapchat dms. “I wish I had Faust’s information, though.” This time, she did look down at Sacha. “How do I get ahold of a guardian cat? I don’t suppose you guys have phones.”
“We do not, no,” Sacha confirmed, washing his face. “I am not sure. I have met fewer cats than you have.”
“I’ve met two.”
“I am the only one I have met.”
“...Fair enough.” Ancha put her phone away and looked up at the ominous sky. “...Think we’re going to make it out of this?” If Hydor wasn’t coming, maybe that was for the best for him. Sacha stopped washing his face and followed her gaze. He was silent, at first.
“I don’t know. I hope so. I have been awake for a very short time. I would like to be around for longer.”
That was what Solaris first thought while out on patrol and she felt the ping from her phone. Pulling it from subspace, she huffed to see the lack of sender information… but it wasn't linked to the previous message from the unknown sender who gave them the photos.
Well that was… weird.
For a while, she just stared at the screen, mind wandering, unsure of her next steps. Oh, she knew the general direction. But the exact steps… her smile was rueful as she considered she'd never been the tactician Aelith or Annika had been.
She did at least reach out to Alastor and Sessrumnir, Encke, Celadon, Nectaris, Surtur, Grieve… anyone she could think of to check up on. At least confirm that this time it wasn't just a few of them that received the messages like with the photos.
Realta's extreme annoyance at also getting a message was her first rather... angry hearing about that.
Solaris joined the appointed spot, but the collection of extremely powerful Chaos auras nearly made her sick. Her skin crawled, and her wings fluffed up and curled somewhat around her in an instinctive protective fashion. Immediately, she began to scan the crowds for Alastor and Sessrumnir, but when she spotted Commodore Lyndin...
She did toss him a quick, if light-hearted, salute with two fingers from her forehead, before returning to search for some of her friends.
...but wow, some of the Negaverse were saying interesting things, now weren't they? "I see this'll be a fun time," she hummed to herself with a wry smile.
As people began to collect, Seraphinite stepped closer to Aquamarine, aware at least of the number of people speaking to Jet. The latter, though, he'd lightly nudged in the side before stepping back, a silent it'll be alright.
They'd done a lot. Jet, Aqua, and really all of the Negaverse had pushed hard to collect energy and build as many of the shield satellites as they could. He watched with a level of pride, even, as they escaped into the atmosphere and past the looming clouds.
The only real damper on his mood was all the White Moon signatures, Royals at that. While he could respect the power they wielded, and thus the potential use of them here... this truce was a temporary thing. The moment the serpent was dead, then what? Was it wrong that he at least hoped for a mutual escape after all of this was over, then everyone could go back to fighting as normal? It felt the more honorable route to go, anyway.
His blades rested in their holsters for the moment, ready and waiting for their eventual use. Leaning somewhat, he muttered to Aquamarine, "You get enough coffee today?"
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He had wanted to ignore the summons, but it came from Faustite, whom he actually respected beyond a modicum of formality. But that didn’t stop Tincalconite from grousing and grumbling at the followup text from Adam that he’d better obey the first text, because Adam was going to be there, and Evan better not embarrass him. So now Evan–no, Tincalconite–was standing next to Adam–no, Borax–with his arms folded sullenly over his chest.
Tincalconite was getting very tired of Borax treating him like a dog, to be summoned and kept at a beckon call. More than once, Tincalconite had snapped at him to just get a youma instead, that Tincalconite had a life and a job and responsibilities to take care of. He wasn’t a pampered rich brat, sitting on his a** all day. He didn’t give a ******** about Adam’s job as a high-level banker. That was an indictment, not a defense, as far as Evan had been concerned.
It, perhaps, did not help that this had come on the heels of a long shift, where Evan had just been getting to sleep. It did not look like, looking at the sky, like Tincalconite was going to get to go home and go back to bed anytime soon. What was Tincalconite’s magic supposed to do about a giant sky serpent anyway? Tell it to go away and hope it listened?
Yeah, he could see how that would turn out for him.
