While Arseno hadn't been able to get in on the action of helping with the shields or literally anything else since he had been working his butt off at the hospital, he had been able to respond to this final message when everything was already assembled.
As much as he wished he could have helped he hadn't had the time. Luckily he had been able to read all of the reports that had been made on this storm so he at least knew the basic gist of what was going on.
What he was wondering is even if this was not something that the Negaverse had planned, if there was more to it on their side. He hadn't been privvy to any of it and even if he was a General he had felt more out of the loop as time had gone one. Perhaps he could take more time off from the hospital if he was able to spend more time at the castle instead.
Something to think about later.
He looked over at the Youma that had wanted to come along with him. It wasn't his Youma, he didn't want to risk Ödön in this battle, but this one had heard rumblings about what had gone on and wanted to join. The Youma seemed to be grumbling and pawing at the ground a bit as they all waited, some casually conversing, for whatever it was that was going to happen once this thing arrived.
"You'll just have to be patient. I wish it would hurry up as well, but as much as we wish we could just summon it here, it has to come to us when it wants to." Arseno said as he took another look at the sky, tapping his fingers at his side as he leaned on one foot.
Ram let out a grunt of annoyance. There had been stirrings, even in the rift, about the events that had been happening, and when Ram had finally been able to ask an officer who had decided to travel into the Rift what was going on, he had been interested, VERY interested. He had yet to battle a giant, well, anything, and now was his chance to do so.
Still, he couldn't help but be impatient, much as the General who summoned him told him to wait. He wanted to see this monster and run straight at it, headbutting it as hard as he could, just to see how tough it was.
He tapped the ground with his hoof a few times. "Trying." Was all he said. he didn't like any of the Order around either and as much as he wished to challenge them, it was not the time nor the place.
With Ganymede, talking to her about keeping an eye on the Negaverse.
The children were safe. His mother was safe. If things turned out poorly, they should be able to survive on Ganymede. They’d been bringing up plenty of supplies just in case. Plenty of helping hands to make sure everyone was comfortable.
The sky was troublesome. His chest ached; Valhalla lifted a hand to rub the spot where his starseed resided. Once cracked, it was held together by his Wonder’s energy.
He pulled his eyes away from the lights dripping from the sky, glancing over at Ganymede who was glancing over the General Sovereigns.
“I absolutely expect them to turn on us,” he agreed with his wife, although he wasn’t happy about it. They would just have to strike first.
“Possibly. We should keep an eye on them. Try not to use all your magic if you can help it.” He knew he didn’t have to tell her, but he felt a little better saying it out loud.
With Ganymede and Valhalla, definitely talking about keeping an eye on the Negaverse. Notices Lyndin and the young Senshi and Knights.
“Wow, you think we even need to be here?” Oberon scoffed, arms crossed over his chest as he made his way over to Ganymede and Valhalla.
“Looks like the Negaverse has it covered. You know they’re probably going to try killing us after this, right?” he frowned, glancing over at Valhalla who gave him a look that clearly said he and Ganymede had only just been talking about that. Oberon shrugged.
“Let’s leave now, then. I mean, sure. If we don’t fight and the Negaverse loses because they’re pathetic on their own, then we all die. But if we do fight and win, the Negaverse will try to kill us after. They’re already talking about it. Blatantly. Wow, it’s almost like they can’t be trusted, and yet everyone is still so willing to bend over backwards for some of them.”
There were young Knights and Senshi grouping together. Oberon’s chest twisted with longing, remembering the times he and his friends had fought together. It had been years since they broke into Negaspace. It had been a horrible experience, but he still treasured the success he’d had with his friends.
Oberon spotted Lyndin, too, and while he briefly met the Commodore’s eye, he looked away before anyone could see the begrudging respect in Oberon’s expression.
With Alastor and Lucien, near Ganymede, Valhalla, and Oberon. Greeting Solaris and making plans to counter attack the Negaverse for when they attack them.
“They can try,” Sessrumnir growled in response to Ganymede and his brothers’ concerns about the Negaverse trying to kill them once a victory was secured. His eyes were narrowed on the General Sovereigns loitering around the hilltop. They might have had power and numbers, but there were already a few Royal Senshi of their own close by.
And the Code had gifted both himself and Valhalla with tools to aid them in their fight. For the past few weeks, he and Valhalla had been practicing with Alastor. Learning the basics, but also sparing enough to be comfortable with their new magic.
He and Alastor, with Lucien on his husband’s shoulder, weren’t standing so close to Ganymede, Valhalla, and Oberon that they could be considered a group, but close enough to discuss things in passing. He wanted to be able to keep an eye on Ephesus and Amarynthos as well, but without drawing too much attention to their association.
Knowing how close they’d been to Jet was horrifying enough. He definitely didn’t want it found out that they were related.
“If it comes down to it, we take them out one at a time. No splitting up until the job is done,” he said as he nodded his head towards the General Sovereigns. “Overwhelm and weaken them. We’re stronger when we’re not divided. Don’t let them pick us off one by one.”
He caught sight of Solaris as she approached. He nodded to her, arms crossed over his chest as he kept a lookout for any suspicious activity nearby.
“Solaris,” he said, both in greeting and introduction. He knew they were all there on Alastor’s world to help him clear out the Chaos, but it had been a while. “Ganymede, Valhalla, and Oberon. Let’s not have too much fun.”
With Amarynthos, Reims, and Dering. Afraid but determined.
Ephesus took steadying breaths. He held tightly to Amarynthos’ hand, but did his best to stand tall and look like he wasn’t about to start crying.
He was afraid. He didn’t know what would happen. He could feel the horrible auras of several General Sovereigns. He couldn’t look at them, too afraid they’d be looking at him in turn.
Yes, he was afraid. And that was exactly why he was there. If he didn’t help fight -- help heal those who were wounded while fighting -- then what would happen if his inactivity was one of the reasons why Earth was destroyed?
He was glad he managed not to cry when saying goodbye to Elliot’s parents before Alastor took them to his world, but he missed them already. Things would be okay. They had to be.
While Amarynthos greeted Reims, Ephesus tried offering their friend a small smile. But when Dering arrived, he gently pulled his hand away from Amarynthos’ so he could move closer to hug his friend. They’d made it out unscathed from going to Dering with Jet, but Ephesus was certain he would be having nightmares for a while.
Dzhalindite had gotten the summons from her team so she had arrived to meet them. She had noticed the storm kinda hard to miss. It had caused a lot of problems for everyone in the city. She would love to ignore it and go shopping, but if she didn't do something, there would be nowhere to shop and they would all be dead so here she was, ready to do what had to be done. She had been collecting energy like all the other nega agents. She wasn't sure what they would do with the energy,y but she couldn't wait to see.
Actaea had been doing her normal stuff till the storm arrived and then things got pretty crazy she had been working with her team and doing everything she could for the negaverse, they had given her everything in a time when she had lost everything. No memory of who she once was. She was confident in who she was now. She served the negaverse and collected small amounts of energy at a time so she never hurt anyone. She was a good corrupt senshi she had proven to herself it was possible. She wished the order side could see that chaos wasn't bad, since they were all fighting for earth perhaps they would see.
Vela rubbed the back of her head looking around nervously well this was aquward but there were a lot of people here and the fate of the world was kinda on the line so she didn't think the negaverse was going to kill her today and she wasn't going back to the darkside cookies or no cookies. She looked around to see if there were any senshi or knights that she knew. She hadn't really made any friends when she was in the negaverse. She had made friends with order members which was why she had switched sides on the battlefield.
Lavendulan was by no means the first to arrive at the required time, but it seemed she was not the last one either as signatures as powered auras continued to appear around her.
Ominous clouds hung overhead and the ground trembled in fear.
Without Tallulah she would have easily been lost in the sea of gathering groups, some walked in pairs while others formed teams within their factions. With someone as vertically challenged as she was, it would have been difficult to weave herself through the able bodies towards someone she knew, but atop her youma’s back, she could see every face clearly.
With years of earned respect, practice and training, Lavendulan skillfully guided Tallulah through the throng of people using gentle pressure of her heels and careful tuggs on his mane since it would be impossible for a feral creature such as him to wear a bridle. He was still wild and mostly untamed but tolerated her enough to listen. For a time she could hold him back from causing a scene but knew that if he got too agitated she may need to dismiss him before he threw her off his back.
When they approached the corrupt she reached out with a clawed hand and tapped him atop his head. “Miyamoto,” she said, not meaning to interrupt his conversation but also wanting him to know she was behind him. “I’m glad to see you,” a friendly face and someone she knew she could trust. “I wish Wolframite was here with us,” Surely he would have loved to sink his claws, or teeth, into whatever they were about to face.
She continued to scan the faces of people around them before settling on the golden-eyed Captain. Laven raised a hand when he seemed to be looking in her direction to get his attention. “Staurolite!” she motioned for him to join her.
“Miyamoto… I’m not sure how much help I can be in this upcoming fight. But I’m afraid I might not be able to use my magic. Running around in my water form during an electrical storm would not be wise.” At best she could teleport people around if a particular area became overwhelmed and they needed a safer place to attack from.
Lysithea had been quiet as she made her way to the meeting site. Being late meant she hadn’t had the option to hold MIchel’s hand as she wanted to, but, that was fine. She knew that this was going to be…interesting, and the oppressive feeling of the five General Kings was just…
It kind of made her want to throw up, if she were being honest with herself. And the fact that he was here. Faustite only made her want to shrink in on herself more.
She wasn’t in her princess form, not wanting to draw more attention to herself and those she had come here with than she needed to, but after she had set eyes on Faustite, she hesitated and moved a little bit closer to Michel, taking a moment before she slid her hand into his.
He was the only one who knew what Faustite had done. Recently. And it…made sense that she would need some extra comfort. “Should I…get stronger or just stay like this? I know that. This is supposed to be us working together but. It feels like they’re just…showing off…but at the same time I don’t…want their eyes on us?”
Her voice was quiet and she felt…almost guilty even saying them.
Page 1 Greeting those around him. Feeling optimistic about their chances.
Jet’s chest swelled with pride. The Negaverse was turning out in numbers he hoped for but hadn’t expected. He wanted to go up to each and every agent and thank them for their help, even if it was just to stand by them at the end of the world.
But they had too much to focus on.
Even if it brought a little smile to his lips. Especially to see Axinite, Hessonite, and Lepidolite join them on the field. He nodded politely to each of them. Faustite was surrounded and distracted by his own group already, otherwise he would have tried catching his eye as well.
“It’d definitely be convenient if the serpent ended all of our problems,” he nodded in response to Benitoite, grateful for his presence and experience. Truly a testament to never underestimate someone because of their size.
“I agree with General Ashanite. Let’s try to not die today,” he added to Benitoite and Aquamarine, his mood rising a little with the nudge from Seraphinite. He didn’t have to speak to him to understand what he was communicating.
“Hopefully we can make better use of it than just killing it, but I don’t want to risk the Earth just for some extra resources. Hey, Ashanite, think you’d be up for an afterparty once all this is over?” A joke. Jet couldn’t quite hide the grin tugging at his lips. The General looked just as exhausted as Jet felt, although the other man certainly had a way of playing it off like it was nothing. Something that Jet could relate to and respected him for.
The number of people gathering was invigorating and gave him maybe more hope than he deserved to have. Even with the White Moon -- especially with the White Moon -- they had more power to fight this calamity that was coming for them.
Diaboliete’s optimism earned even more of a grin. “Nice weapon,” he eyed it appreciatively for a moment before glancing over to the others who arrived, nodding to Aoede as well.
Although he didn’t know them personally, Jet was grateful they would show up. He even waved back to Rigel, just as upbeat, when their eyes met. Beside him was Spectrolite, although Jet was pretty sure he’d have to start refreshing himself on the Negaverse’s agents soon, because he didn’t recognize the other Senshi (Mara) who arrived for Benitoite.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” he gently reminded her (Mara) as she asked Benitoite for orders, offering her a smile in greeting.
“Jet, for whoever doesn’t know,” he introduced himself. Might as well make sure they knew who they were fighting beside. He didn’t expect everyone to know who he was just because he was a General King.
Not being well versed in humor, Aquamarine couldn’t tell if Benitoite was joking or if he was serious about the thank you notes, so he responded with the same narrowed eyed stare with which he’d greeted the other General. Ashanite received the same with another curt nod; he was a blowhard, but at least he was effective. Not being familiar with Diaboliete, Aquamarine let the ones who were deal with him for now. Aoede the same; Senshi of any sort were even less likely to earn Aquamarine’s favor than other agents, but as of yet he had no reason to be outwardly hostile. There was Rigel with a Lieutenant (Spectrolite); if Aquamarine was supposed to know her he’d already let the information slip from his mind. Another Senshi (Mara) arrived, but she addressed Benitoite so Aquamarine left her to it.
If it hadn’t already been obvious that Aquamarine picked favorites (if anyone who earned a modicum of respect from him could even be called that), it would be when the only other person he chose to address was Seraphinite.
“Oh, ha ha,” he scoffed. For a moment, Aquamarine looked like he might roll his eyes and scowl, but his expression dropped back to neutral when he muttered, “I wish it’d been a stiffer drink. Buy me one when this s**t’s over. I’ve been so ******** pleasant lately. I deserve it. I haven’t even insulted anyone yet.”
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With Laon and Remarque. “Smiling” at Loke in greeting.
Even though nothing happened yet, Arawn was already riled up and ready for a fight. He puffed out his chest and glared at anyone who looked their way.
While holding tightly to Laon’s hand.
It wasn’t that he needed the comfort! He just knew that Laon was anxious and could use the reassurance.
They were already staying close to Remarque, but he didn’t like that Remarque was already heading over to someone else in the court (Loke). Great. Because the last time that turned out so well.
“Don’t leave my side,” he said with a low growl to Laon, tugging him a little closer to him in the process. If this was the end of the world, then he wanted to be with Laon.
Despite his desire to just ignore the other Senshi, Arawn showed him a smile. And by that, he bared his teeth in kind of a snarling expression.
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Character: Sailor Tempesti Action: Arriving, approaching Aruna, Muri, and Elsa
The dread pressed on Sailor Tempesti’s nerves with a merciless gravity, leaving her unable to banish the tension from her aching muscles as the windows exerted a magnetic pull against her eyes. She had almost grown used to the sky’s raging, begun to unconsciously allow herself the tiniest fraction of calm. But this. This was something else.
When the view from the window of her small apartment shifted, she knew in every cell that that was something else. Her hand reflexively slid over her forearm, ghosting across the spot so briefly occupied by the image of a snake. There was never a question of whether she would be going out in this storm, if it was the cataclysm in Queen Serenity’s warning she was not going to hide. Following a quick smooch to Reginald’s little orange forehead, she hurried to one of the secluded places she used to transform in relative obscurity.
“Tempesti power, make-up!”
A series of precise motions left her long red hair plaited and pinned to her head and with several deep, steadying breaths she began an uneventful patrol. Even the youma, it seemed, were taking the evening off in the inclement weather.
The sensation of her phone shifting in her subspace jolted her from the quiet of her thoughts. Summoning it into her hand she grimaced. Her fears, it seemed, were justified; it was here.
The coordinates weren’t far, a few minutes’ walk from the night’s patrol route, a mindless trek until a cacophony of energy broke her from the fugue that gripped her mind. A surreal scene greeted the senshi of harpies as she arrived in the clearing; even as they kept to their own factions, the seeming détente between Order and Chaos was a near dizzying prospect in itself. Tempesti hesitated to the side of two familiar faces (Aruna and Murikabushi) and an unfamiliar third party (Elsa).
“Hey,”
For now the woefully inadequate greeting would have to suffice.
Honestly, there wasn't even a question as to whether or not Elsa was going to show up to this little fight. Sure, he'd failed at a lot of what he'd wanted to chase, leaving the Dark Mirror--he hadn't expected the loss of everything he'd been and everything he'd known to weigh so heavy, which honestly felt stupid in hindsight, because...of course it hurt. Of course he hadn't felt ready to jump feet-first into things. Of course he'd needed time.
But here was a reason to start again. and if he'd gotten a little blushy over being introduced as a gorgeous badass, well, that was probably fine. Still, it was nice to meet Aruna, and he'd said as much, greeting her with a smile and a wave.
When they all arrived on the hill, he looked up at the sky, and felt something heavy settle in his stomach. He wanted to believe in them. Wanted to trust that this would end okay. But this was perhaps the biggest threat any of them had ever faced, and yes, he was afraid. A world ender didn't swing by every day.
"Hey, Muri?" He said, softly. "When all of this is over, do you want to go to my planet with me?"
If they made plans for after, that meant after had to happen. Sure, it was magical thinking, but Elsa was willing to do some magical thinking in order to get through this.
When a new Senshi (Tempesti) approached them, Elsa flashed her a smile and a nod.
"Sailor Elsa. Nice to meet you. Garbage night for an evening, huh."
Jasper did not want to be there. What business did a ******** Lieutenant whose only weapon was a straw—a ******** straw—have trying to do anything about a giant snake monster capable of eating entire planets? None! He should be at home waiting for the world to end, or stationed somewhere back at the castle where he might actually find some use for himself in the absence of a large number of their forces!
That was not to be, because ******** Bloodstone—decided it would be good for him to get additional battle experience, as if being present for a bank explosion, getting drenched with Senshi magic, and being dogpiled by a group of rabid teenagers wasn’t enough.
Jasper stomped up the hill with an expression as stormy as the sky. To make matters worse, there was ******** Ilian Jones holding court as a General King, surrounded by a bunch of sycophants. (None of them were sycophants, of course, and Jasper had already come to the conclusion that his hatred had probably been misplaced all along, but he was just stubborn enough to hold onto it anyway.) Jasper looked for other familiar faces and found Carnallite, but she was just as bad as Bloodstone as far as he was concerned. She’d mock him with snide comments the entire time, and when—if—they won, she’d return to the castle to have a laugh about it with Bloodstone, as if the two of them weren’t wholly responsible for Jasper being recruited into this mess in the first place.
Jasper scowled. He should really get himself some better friends.
Anxious. Looking for Lopezite. Getting Jasper’s attention.
Kamacite remained a distance away from the growing crowd. He felt sick and anxious. Once again they were dealing with aliens, and this time it was one that would devour the world if they didn’t do something to stop it.
The fear lingered that maybe the Queen would want to get rid of Senshi, just in case they were going to sabotage the Negaverse or something crazy like that.
He knew General Lopezite was supposed to be there. He’d been working hard on the satellites meant to protect them, so of course he would want to help. Even if it wasn’t because it could very well be the end of the world.
But before finding Lopezite, Kamacite caught sight of someone else.
Jasper looked angry and focused on stomping his way across the field. He’d already passed Kamacite when he noticed him, so before he could think better of it, Kamacite took a few quick steps to follow him and reached out his hand to touch Jasper’s arm.
There had been too many patients leading up to this, including Kioshi, with the added stress and migraines flaring up. He was here and keeping an eye on all the senshi, tenser as more of them from order started to arrive. He never liked magic, and still really didn't, aside from the corrupt standing next to him.
"If you think that would work. We need to get Benitoite out as well, but with my luck, he'll be right at ground zero if Kafka isn't there to talk an ounce of common sense into him." Grumbling as he shifted and tightened his grip on the rusty blade that had come with his promotion. The thing took getting used to since it was two parts still.
Hearing a voice, he looked over and blinked in surprise at the... dragon woman? Thinking on it, he wondered. "I have two blades; if you need to, I can offer one for use." It would be more practical, he figured, but he still wasn't sure how he felt. In theory, he knew what she was from reports and the database, but seeing something in person was different than reading words on his tablet.
“What—” Instinctively, Jasper jerked away at the touch to his arm, whirling around to confront whatever feral Senshi or precocious teenager decided to try their luck this time (admittedly, they would be very lucky against him), only to come face to face with the sort of Senshi he didn’t mind seeing at all (even if the holes in his chest and forehead were a little disconcerting), and a familiar face at that.
“Oh. Kamacite.”
Jasper relaxed in increments without relaxing fully. His expression eased, mindful of Kamacite’s cautious temperament.
“Sorry, I’m—” Angry? Stressed? Apprehensive? All of the above? “You startled me, but I’m relieved to see you,” Jasper hastened to reassure him. Kamacite was quiet, modest, a little timid, but certainly proficient enough to have earned his rank. Several months ago Kamacite had tended to an injury Jasper had no idea how he received. His hands had been cool to the touch but quite gentle.
“Are you alright? You look a little…” Pale? But Kamacite was always pale. Sick, maybe. Wan.
