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Athalia, Super Senshi of Hercules beetles

He was still annoyed.

What in the name of all that was holy had that been? It took all of his self control not to kick the bench nearby as he strode away from the park in a complete and utter fury. Alternatively it might have been exasperation but with so many emotions whirling around in his head he was having a hard time processing most of them. Regardless of what they might have been in the most direct sense, he was not in the most positive of moods. Were they all mad?

Another bench had passed him by as he balled his fist and promptly thought better of vandalism. The bench hadn't done anything wrong, the trees hadn't done anything wrong, even the pavement underfoot hadn't done anything wrong. Instead the only place he could firmly diect his anger was towards those he considered to be beyond stupid. How was it that they had gotten so far in life that they believed in anything that seemed entirely too good to be true? How had they not lived in this city and experienced enough of these fairy tails to know that it never worked out.

It was a pipe dream. They were chasing a rabbit down a hole.

Worst of all, some of them seemed to have decided that so long as Order did it, it was perfectly acceptable to strip away the autonomy of those on earth. The Negaverse and the Dark Mirror were 'evil', yet their self proclaimed duty gave them the right to impose their will on others. It was hypocritical and to think that they would have the audacity to think that he wouldn't say something, that he wouldn't do something? His duty was to protect the innocent people of this world from harm and that included from his own kind when they decided it was their way or the highway.

Had he missed something along the way, a communication or a whisper in his ear from some unknown force that gave them a completely warped sense of entitlement? They might have possessed powers, they might have been chosen by their planets, but they were not superior to all other life on the planet. Such entitlement could lead to a slippery slope and it would be particularly difficult to get back up once they had fallen.

Regardless, given the level of conviction so many had, he wanted answers.

No, not from them or any other who claimed to speak on 'his' or 'earth's' behalf. He had no need of Royals or Eternals who might stare down their nose under the assumption they were to be obeyed regardless of what decision they might choose to make (though to their credit, neither had committed to anything yet). Instead, he wanted to seek out that wondrous source that he had heard uttered a few times while each Senshi and Knight had made their feelings known.

He wanted Cosmos.

Suffice to say that the Super Senshi had never had need of a higher power until today. He had been reasonably proud that he was self sufficient, employing the use of whatever resources had been left behind. However when it came to this one he needed more than just himself and if there was soeone that had the potential to answer his questions then it would be her. The one who had descended into an abyss and hauled their defeated backsides out of it, the one who hadn't had the strength to defeat Metallia despite her ability to access such a corrupted region without help.

If she couldn't do this then could these beings really achieve that aim? Every part of him to the very core screamed out in protest, roared with doubt at the very possibility of it.

"Cosmos!" he growled as he stared upwards, ignoring the peculiar tweak in his chest. How did you even get her attention anyway, did you send in a help desk ticket to the cosmic overlords? "I want answers and I want them now." - It was not a request, it was a demand.

...What happened next was not what he expected.

That delicate pull came once more, though more direct. It was a literal pull and he found himself somewhere else.

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A moment to gather his bearings and he soon realised where he was. He might not have been in the library he had grown to be familiar with (courtesy of Namielle), but he knew that he was on the moon. Having been summoned to a room quite unlike any he had seen before, he hadn't yet realised that he was decidedly alone and that whoever or whatever had drawn him here was not there to welcome him.

Rude perhaps and he might notice in a few moments, but for now the man was much more intrigued by what lay above his head. Though he couldn't necessarily understand what he was looking at, he could hazard a guess and seemed memerised.

His senses would return to him eventually and he would begin to acknowledge what other curiosities lurked within the large dome, but for now...It was this somewhat awestruck state that any new arrival would find him in.

Transcended Eternal Scylla, Senshi of The Kraken

Scylla had never tried to talk to Cosmos before, not of her own volition. It had never before been something she had deemed necessary, to bother an entity as busy as the Cauldron's guardian with her own petty concerns. But this was something... else. Something bigger than 'her own petty concerns.' She had trusted Caedus, and still did, when he said he genuinely wanted what was best for Earth. When he said he wanted to help them- help her- it felt as true as anything else a man had ever told her. He believed it, at the very least.

How was she supposed to get in touch with her, anyways? Something about closing her eyes and wishing really hard? So... well. That's what Scylla did, sitting on a bench in the middle of the park, holding a bag full of takeout, because so far, food sacrifices had worked wonders.

Yet Scylla opened her eyes to see Athalia and Hawara, instead of Cosmos. "Oh." she said, and hoped her voice didn't sound too disappointed. "Well. You're not Cosmos, but I hope you like Chinese takeout, because I brought too much to eat by myself."

Aogashima, Page of Cosmos

Aogashima had never met Cosmos before, and only heard about her in passing. Hakodate, who had been a page for less time than her little sister, would probably know more, being the know-it-all that she was, but the cosmos page really disliked sitting through her sister's lectures and attempts at history lessons. The next evening after the meeting with the aliens, the petite page had slipped away from her big sis, before Hakodate could try to stop her, and wandered off on her own.

So, like, just who or what was Cosmos, anyway? Aogashima wondered if she was the 'manager' of sorts, the 'producer' or other idol equivalent. Perhaps not all Cosmos knights were idols, but it was the first thought that crossed her mind, as she pondered about it. She wondered, what did Cosmos think about all of this, if any? Was it possible to ask her? Tochi didn't really know the protocol for certain (was there a number you could call?), but somewhere in the middle of her pondering, her wistful thinking about how she would like to meet Cosmos...

... She found herself transported, to a theatre not unlike the one that was her wonder. Not particularly paying attention to the others that had apparently also gathered in the theatre so far, Aogashima took in the sights with awe and wonder, spinning a little as she gazed up at the ceiling, trying to identify from memory if she knew what any of the stars depicted on the map.

"It's so pretty!" Aogashima exclaimed, clearly fascinated more with the overall aesthetic than the mystery as to how she ended up here in the first place, and quite possibly forgetting all about how she had been hoping to get to meet Cosmos.

Athalia - Senshi of Hercules Beetles

Okay - well he definitely hadn't brought either of the newest visitors to this dome. As Aogashima spoke up in appreciation for the architecture he turned around to offer her a half smile and a wave. Did he know this one? He may not have known her by name but he was almost positive he had seen her face somewhere before. He could only surmise that at some stage they had been in the same area before even if he hadn't ever spoken to her.

"It is, yes," he agreed.

The other voice however - that one he knew. Metis was someone he was familiar with and it did break him some relief to know that someone he knew was here. Admittedly he didn't know where 'here' was, but he could at least answers some of her questions. All right so he might want to be a touch impish about some of them but it wasn't for him to ruin her introductions and given she might know where they were a little better than he did, it was in his best interests to just give her the answers.

"Well it's a big dome, the ceiling is moving like some sort of star map from a movie," he added as he glanced around. "Got a lot of divine art on the walls like we're in some holier than thou cathedral," he continued. He probably should have been more respectful but when it came to the pomp and circumstances of the moon it was all a bit lost on him. The extravagance that this world once had versus his own world were certainly different.

"I guess they didn't need furniture a thousand years ago -" he paused, furrowed his brow and threw his gaze towards where she had pointed to. What exactly was she referring to? Given he couldn't see it properly from where he was stood the man strode towards it and placed his hands on his hips. All right, so he had a pedestal and on it... A box. No, a tv? Regardless it had begun to flicker to life and within moments there was something on the screen.

"Ooooh, I think it's a computer," he leaned down a little more to inspect it and only then did he notice the peculiar little badge that was clipped to the flowing red ribbons of his uniform. Shaped like a star, it was quite unlike anything he'd seen before, but it gave off a warmth he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Huh, well he'd had weirder experiences.

"It's got something on it but it's not in any language I know," he admitted as he straightened and took a step back. Would he even recognise it if it had been an Athalian language, could they somehow recall their own tongue? He'd seen writing on his Homeworld and to be entirely honest he hadn't a damn notion what it said.

He hadn't intended to ask the console a direction question, but as he reached out to give it a brief nudge he did happen to address it though it was in a slightly unprofessional capacity.

"What the hell are you for?" he pondered.

Well, magic was gonna do what magic was gonna do. Hawara couldn't exactly be to perturbed at the senshi.

Or any of the others who had appeared with them.

He introduced himself along with the others who'd done so; "I am Hawara, Uranus knight," as if it weren't quite obvious.

As more inquiries about where they were came in, Hawara took the time to really look around more closely. He had been informed that they could visit the moon, but hadn't actually taken the time to do so, having been kept busy with a long hiatus, and tending to his own wonder and the mysteries of that labyrinth. So this was his first time on the moon. At least he would have something more to tell Lukas about than just aliens.

He listened as other speculated, and eventually joined those gathered at the computer-like terminal, which had flickered on and most helpfully introduced itself and its function...sort of.

Huh. Well....

It was nice to know that someone else appreciated the architecture, and the petite Cosmos page beamed happily. Of course, then people were introducing themselves, and Aogashima realized she was the odd one out. “Oh! I’m Aogashima, by the way… um, Page of Cosmos? It’s nice to meet you all!”

The console in the room suddenly spoke, and at the mention of the theatre actually being a lecture hall, Aogashima nearly recoiled, a look on her face akin to someone who had just been informed that Santa wasn’t real, or something equivalent to such. “Lectures? Like, college?” Aogashima questioned, pouting. Boo, hiss, lectures… college! She didn’t want to go to college- she wanted to stay at Siegfeld forever; Hakodate would love this place, though. Still, why was such a pretty place for boring things like lectures? At least my theatre is for acting, she thought to herself.

Scylla’s mention of asking about the aliens broke her out of her thoughts, and snapped her back to reality. Ohhhh, that was right, she had wanted to ask Cosmos about the aliens, and then she had ended up… here? Everyone else seemed to have the same idea, though, so it was probably best to let them ask instead, so she didn’t get scolded or something.

“There’s a library here?” Aogashima asked, having never been to the moon palace before, “Sis has a library for her wonder, but I could never understand any of the books there.”

She wasn’t big on studying, but she was going to have to make a point to come here later. Secretly. So she could look up information on idols.

The console chimed pleasantly and gave the impression that it was friendly--for a machine.

“The Celestial Theatre is an educational lecture hall devoted to all Cosmic resources,” it repeated, with the same cheerfulness as it had before.

“Our database is dedicated to introducing our guests to our Cosmic neighbors. If you are seeking specific information, please speak clearly into the console. We are eager to help you on your quest for knowledge.”

The console lit up pleasantly, like it was glad to have a question it could answer.

The stars on the ceiling seemed to rotate and shrink, all while keeping the Cauldron in the center. Far away, a little light glowed as the console spoke.

“Archideus, second moon of Velenia. One of two that orbited the planet. They were destroyed in a catastrophic collision during the reign of Queen Serenity. Velenia is reported uninhabitable. No current information reported.”

The light flickered with more strength when it spoke about Velenia.

“Associated, ‘Velencya’. A nomadic colony of Velenians.”

The console chirped once, slightly distorted, and continued, “Senshi Starseed not detected in the Cauldron. Please see Cosmos for more information. Velenians are organic in composition. No research on susceptibility to Chaos has been conducted. Energy is fundamental to their culture and lifestyle.”