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For the Negaverse, it was a day of triumph. All throughout the city there were banners hung in the blacks and purples and blues of the Rift, and in the open plaza in front of City Hall, there was a stage set up for the Negaverse's leaders to sit upon and enjoy their victory.

Some of those seats were empty - places left for those who had died or been lost in other ways. It was the only mar on the otherwise celebratory day.

There had been a parade, earlier, and still confetti rained from some of the windows nearby.

It was a party.

Order was broken, the Resistance all but destroyed. No longer would citizens have to fear attacks in the night, or being caught in the crossfire in magical battles - because no longer would those battles take place.

Long live the Negaverse.

Kerberos was something of a patchwork, after his little encounter with the Transcendent Knight. It had taken starseeds and crystal grafts to even get him into a position where he could go out in public - and there was, distinctly, a patch over his eye, to protect it from further leak. He was mostly patched up - but it made him a more horrifying sight, even, than most Ascended Senshi. If Hvergelmir had meant to cause him damage, she had undoubtedly succeeded.

But he was out, because this was a triumph - and because he couldn't afford to sulk forever, really. He could go back to repairing himself after this.

And anyway, there seemed to be a pleasant surprise - someone else added to their ranks, a new member for the strange little family they'd created.

'Well well. I had no idea someone else was planning on joining us,' he said, with his mind instead of his lips, the best welcome he could think of for another of their odd sort of band.

Corrupt Eternal Sailor Phact stood on the near by roof tops over looking the celebration. Things had certainly changed in the days since her starseed was taken by Chaos and now, she wondered what they all found so invigorating at this moment. Her bright red eyes show strongly from the black she now wore but none of it mattered to her. All she wanted to know now was who was missing. Who did not survive the night...

The wind was blowing around her as the parade have been amusing, that was for sure. But not, she wondered what was next. People were in the streets of course, children who had not been stopped by their parents played with some of the forgotten confetti.

"Amazing how people can celebrate the death of so many without a second thought." Phact cooed out. Since her corruption, her voice had become even softer than before. "I wonder how many of them are truly dead..." Phact finally finished her thought as she gazed towards the empty chairs.

Phact stood back from her Mistress by several feet, in her arms, Xyla was also watching the events but the feline's eyes could be seen watching a random piece of confetti float by. As she saw it get closer, she jumped free of Phact and attacked.

The piece did not have much of a chance and as she picked it up, Xyla hoped up on the ledge to look out, paper hanging in her mouth.

Now free of the feline, Phact stepped forward closing the distant between the woman who had given her wings.Placeing a hand on Kazenite's shoulder "Remorse?" escaped her lips as she glanced at the woman then back to the crowd. "Or regret?" The later was not directed at the number gone but at the fact the 'traitor' who had caused so much was still alive.

It was time. Long enough, they had hidden in the shadows and let the Negaverse had its way.

The attack on their camp, their home - the loss of dozens of lives - was the final straw.

And so they were there, at the Negaverse's announcement of their grand triumph, waiting for the proper moment. Some of them were in the crowd, some of them lurking on the edges, but there were plenty of soldiers for Order there. They had been biding their time, waiting as the festivities carried on. Waited until the Negaverse felt safe in their victory.

The decision must have been a difficult one; this plan was either destined for great success or great failure, but there were those that had nothing left but to risk it.

It was a carefully planned out attack, filtered in secret between all those who were known to oppose the Negaverse.

Someone called out "HENSHIN!" and suddenly there was a ripple of Order auras, and they fell on the Negaverse as, days before, the Negaverse had fallen on them.

But it was not just Senshi that were rising up against the Negaverse. There were Knights that stood right next to them. There were Cats. Dark Mirror Senshi. Rouge Negaverse Agents. Civilians.

They stood together, for a common cause. For the good of all mankind. They were prepared to fight together. Prepared to die together.

It was time for Order's counterattack.

The redhead idly rocking back and forth on a battered skateboard was hardly noteworthy. Sure, the huge emo glasses and indie band shirt were obnoxious, but it was normal. Commplace.

And Arilee liked it that way. Sure, the wig itched like hell, but no one gave her a second glance. Glancing around the plaza, she did her best to gradually move through the crowd, intent on the Negaverse leaders. But she couldn't be obvious. Hence her old skater chick persona. She knew from experience that no one ever really paid attention as long as she acted totally casual and as if she belonged in the crowd.

Another glance to check on the whereabouts of her battle buddies and she grinned. From what she could see, it looked like the best way to get Order to play nice with each other was to give them a taste of the world ending. It was good to know. If they were lucky, they'd be leaving behind a free world. Aarne and Natasha would never have to be afraid again. The thought of her babies made her heart twinge. She'd left them with the best possible guardians she could find. If they could grow up free and happy, well. That would be worth dying for.

Making the Negaverse pay for Ava, Hver, Naer, Faust, Iapetus and Orcus was simply icing on the cake.

And then finally, finally she heard the shouted order and with a crazed grin obeyed. Power and energy wrapped around her as Chariklo not only henshined, but went straight into Princess form. When the magic faded, she mantled glossy black wings and blew a kiss towards the assembled officers. Then, she brought her heeled boot down on the edge of her skateboard and sent it flipping up to land in her waiting hands.

"Hey there, ********," she caroled with an almost manic glee. "Mr. Thwacky here wanted to come say hi!"

With that, she lunged for a poor little lieutenant who was clearly more of an office drone than a fighter and brought the board crashing down into his skull.

Time to dance...

Come at her, bros! Chariklo is open for interaction!

With the death of Bischofite, Orah's civilian identity had been protected once more and it made it easy to infiltrate the party with the rest of the forces. Despite all the bickering, all the arguing, they had managed by the end to settle on a course of action and hurried planning had led to this... one last offensive against the Negaverse, returning ambush for ambush.

The girl in the hoody heard the call for henshin go out and she pulled her hand from her pocket, a pen wrapped in slender brown fingers. Face set in hard lines, Orah lifted the pen high and shouted her henshin phrase with abandon, knowing it no longer mattered who saw her transform.

"Ida Eternal Power, Make-up!"

Glowing purple petals exploded from around her feet and swirled to wrap the woman in light. They burst outwards in sparks of power as soft cloth fell in folds around her legs and wings swept outwards in display. Ida stood resplendent in stripes and gold, her hair trailing down her back, but her brown eyes were hard as stone.

Throwing up her arm, Ida called on her magic and her bow and arrow sprang to glowing life in her hands, the arrow released into the thickest part of the crowd with ruthless intent to hit as many officers as she could. The order ambush had been the first time in months, years even, since she had henshined for battle, but Ida had not forgotten how to do so. She had been an eternal far longer than she had been a princess, longer than she had run the hospital and given up fighting for healing.

Her eyes caught Chariklo nearby and Ida made her way towards her, striking at any officers that got in her way. She kept careful track of her teal and purple shadow though, part of her mind always on her sister and guardian.

(( Ida is open for attack ))

Fuuuuuuck. Yes Wafflefries had signed up for this. He had more than readily agreed to jumping into the bandwagon and working on an attack against the Negaverse. Those dirty bastards were MORE than ready to get taken out but something whispered in his mind in those last few moments that maybe just MAYBE he should have gotten out before all hell broke loose. He swore he even saw his parents here now, the jerks who had finally decided to cut all losses and join the Negaverse as budding Lieutenants though there were vast vast doubts that Waffle could actually bring himself to hurt anyone. Especially when his own folks were right here.

Hell, they even began to approach him. They made eyecontact. And right before they approached him, the Henshin was heard. and before he realized it, some girl nearby had taken out his old man. Was it rage or happiness or relief, the ******** if he knew. But it was time to keep going and he moved to the closest Knight he could find to make sure that he wasn't in this alone.

"Come on, let's fight! I got your back and you got mine! We good?" His hands were in position to figure his finger beam at the closest Negaverse person who came at them. In ways of defense he had none, so hopefully, HOPEFULLY this Girl would be ready to work with him to defend what was right!