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In Destiny City, it was a calm, seasonal Saturday evening.

On Alastor, a suffocating haze of Chaos smothered the world.

Eternal Sailor Alastor had been hard at work. In the past few months especially, he’d been researching Chaos and making what connections he could. He knew he was going to need help destroying the sickness that swallowed up his world, and he had been fortunate to find it on Earth.

Earlier in the night, he’d sent out messages to those he knew to inform him that he was moving forward with his plan. It wasn’t much information, but he promised to have more for them.

Now, he intended to follow through on that promise.

There was no obligation to join him on Alastor, but each and every one of them would feel the tug of a world calling for aid–

And, his world called more than Alastor could anticipate.

It wasn’t enough that he had gone out of his way to find allies, to secure aid, his world was desperate. What reservations Alastor might have had, his world did not, and the invitation extended to anyone that would listen.

It was a simple tug, like a voice in the back of your mind, calling for help. It was an outstretched hand, waiting for you.

And, if you took the hand, you were whisked away in a shimmer of golden light, drawn to The Hall of the Ancients.

Gone was the familiar warmth of Destiny City, replaced with a cold, electric atmosphere, and a heavy, chaotic pressure as the evil on the world rebelled.

They were safe in the Hall. For now.

Once, it might have been an impressive structure, but now it was aged and worn down by time. Though there was a chill in the air, brightly burning torches lined the walls, fixed in place with elegant black sconces. While everything in the room seemed old and weathered, a Mauvian spotlight was out of place in its newness; it spread a wave of bright light across the room to cover what corners the fire couldn’t.

From the center of the lobby, they could see the white stone interior, and the gilded marble floors, and blue and teal mosaics. Long hallways would have either led them outside, or deeper into the Hall, but all of the doors were currently closed and bolted.

The outside of the building was far more menacing than the interior–an onyx citadel with spires so sharp they looked ready to pierce the sky.

Lightning flashed, sometimes white, sometimes red, through the windows. Aside from a few large panels specifically designed to let light in, most of the windows were stained glass. Beautiful, intricate shapes in blue and teal and green lit up with each flash of lightning, and while it might have been beautiful in the daylight, now it just cast an eerie glow across the room. It was clearly storming, but there was an eerie silence outside.

The Hall of the Ancients was an overwhelming, intimidating structure. The high ceilings and narrow hallways gave an immediate sensation of being very small, and the sharp angles and deep shadows high above certainly gave the impression that danger could be hiding up above, watching. The architecture in the lobby was both strong and delicate; tall stone walls stretched towards the sky, and the very distant vaulted ceiling had been meticulously structured to replicate the planet’s symbol–a flower mandala–in gold. Bright, once. Faded, now. Water dripped into puddles on the floor but the damage seemed remarkably small considering the storm raging outside.

The lobby was clean, except for a bit of dust here and there. There were stairs up to two floors, and the rooms wrapped around the walls. A golden metal railing would have kept anyone from falling. There were three more floors above that, but no stairs to reach them.

The gothic architecture was only somewhat softened by the colorful tiles and carefully constructed artwork that hung on the lower floor. Everything was color coordinated, even now. Alastor was a tasteful planet who admired strength and combat--a good mix of elegance and brutality.

Someone had gone through great lengths to make the lobby more accomodating. It had everything it should have–chairs, and bright rugs, and paintings along the walls. All perfectly in place, as if he might have expected visitors any day now. It had fountains, but the water had run dry. It had plants, but they were withered and dead. The statues and paintings might have been a bit dusty, but overall they were well-maintained. There was something haunted about the emptiness in the room; it was easy to imagine that it had once been bustling with life.

Now, figures were rapidly populating it.

Alastor stood at the front of the large room, but he had no particular platform to speak. He stood with his hands on his hips and wore a stony expression as he looked around the room, or up to the ceiling. The Eternal Senshi seemed a bit grim, but that wasn’t as interesting as the glowing streaks of gold and white light in his hair and lining his uniform.

His aura was the same as it had always been; he had the blessing of his world in this endeavor and it was clear that he wasn’t the only one willing to give everything to make this right.

With him already, two Mauvians--Lucasta and Soleiyu, four Knights--Knight Valhalla and Sessrumnir of Jupiter, and Squires Ephesus and Amarynthos of the Moon, and three more Eternal Senshi--Ganymede, Lysithea, and Cybele.

Hawara, Transcended Knight of Uranus


A not-too-unfamiliar pull beckoned him, and remembering the promise he'd made to the 'alien' senshi he's met some nights ago, Hawara answered it, taking the chance that his assumptions were wrong, but pleased to find he was right. The knight of Uranus might have taken time to more closely take in the sights of the hall if not for the sobering knowledge that this was not a leisurely visit. And that was to say nothing of the weight of the Chaos around them.

Hawara may not have done much socializing amongst his fellow members of Order, but there was a face or two he recognized. While he wasn't sure whether or not that was comforting, he had no intentions of letting that complicate an already complicated situation. He hoped, after all was done and dusted, to come out of this with, not only success for Alastor, but some positive connections. Of course, ridding Alastor's world of Chaos was the first priority.


The knight took in a breath and a few paces towards Alastor, but a respectable distance still between him, the senshi, and the senshi's....entourage. Hawara had promised his aid to the senshi, and he stood by his words that 'one person's chaos problem could soon be everyone's chaos problem.' But now, what words could he give that weren't superfluous, when an earnest nod of greeting would suffice? He merely wanted to ensure Alastor that he was here, and had every intention to assist is ridding the Chaos from a world that had been plagued with it for so long.

Where other worlds had succumb and fallen to Chaos, the worlds of these alien senshi somehow fought, holding their soul protectors captive in time. To him, it felt like some sort of honor to be here despite the danger that he knew awaited them.

Maybe some of what they learned here in combating Chaos could help them on Earth as well? Hawara wasn't going to go quite that far in his modest well of hopes. While he wanted Chaos gone, there was also a part of him that also held on to the balance theory, and another that wondered what might come to fill in the void of the current Chaos on Earth when one day they did pry Metallia's claws off of it.

He had many conflicting thoughts and theories. He discounted none, and didn't putt all his metaphorical eggs in the basket of just one, either. Some may view it as wishy-washy, as lacking conviction. Hawara preferred to view it as being open-minded. Holding staunchly to one view could be dangerous. It could be the shackles that bind you to a sinking ship. However he, a Knight of Uranus, a spirit as free as the wind itself, could not be bound.

Ephesus, Squire of the Moon

Ephesus sat on the edge of one of the dried up fountains next to Amarynthos, trying not to fidget too much. Alastor and Sessrumnir trusted them to stay out of trouble, but to also help however they could. And right now he was trying to stay out of the way.

There were a lot of people there. He didn’t know most of them, and it was a little overwhelming to see so many appearing all at once.

But it was a good thing! Maybe this meant that they would have a chance to really take care of the Chaos with no issues! He was still a little shaken up by what they’d witnessed on the monitors, but he was doing his best to not think about it and just held Amarynthos’ hand instead.




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Sailor Surtur


He didn’t like the feeling that came with this place. He knew this feeling, even if it was different from what he recognized from his own World. He wasn’t sure what he would have preferred -- shadows or the mist.

“Beautiful architecture. Just exquisite,” he admired as he tipped his head back at the flower mandala that was centered in the vaulted ceiling.

“I am glad to see that there are a good number of Senshi and Knights showing up to help destroy the Chaos from this world. Maybe there could be a chance for Earth after all,” he said to Ymir, although he didn’t exactly bother keeping his voice down.

“You were lucky you did not get stuck in that underground, Ymir. The plant creatures made it warm and moist and I did not enjoy it. Or maybe it was the heat trapped under there from the summer sun, I do not know. Regardless, it was unpleasant. We were lucky that those allied to Chaos hadn’t taken the opportunity to attack us. Very poor strategy in my opinion.”



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Eternal Sailor Oberon

“Yeah, that’s Alastor,” Oberon sort of introduced Perdita to the man with his hands on his hips in what could have arguably been the front of the room. It was at least easy to pick him out because he had glowing streaks all over him like some weird Pollock inspired painting under a blacklight.

He kept his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket as he looked around at the others arriving. Some old, some young. He nodded to the kids by the fountain.

“Haven’t heard the whole story yet, but Alastor adopted the light haired kid. Ah, did you know Knights from the Moon is a thing now? Crazy.”



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Super Sailor Varuna

As usual, Varuna was quiet and kept to herself. Well… as much to herself as she felt was necessary to not be a burden on others. Adria and Malus didn’t seem to mind. And she was relieved that Palatine was there.

The Knight was the first one she greeted, by taking quick steps towards her and reaching to give her a quick hug.

“I might have friends,” she said quietly to the woman. She’d already told Palatine about the sweet Eternal Senshi named Adria, but she hadn’t had a chance to talk about the others. “I can introduce you to them if you would like.”

She didn’t know why she said it. Maybe she was more excited than she seemed about people wanting her around. She wasn’t exactly the most fun to have, and she was always very serious when it came to helping animals, so maybe people just thought she was boring or mean.

Super Sailor Perdita

Perdita looked around with barely concealed fascination. It wasn’t often that she had the chance to visit other worlds. (Admittedly, she didn’t give as much time to her Senshi duties as she knew she should.) Until now, she’d only made a visit to her own world.

Unlike her own dead and barren moon, Chaos hung over Alastor like a thick blanket, almost suffocating in its intensity, though she felt relatively safe in the Hall.

She listened to Oberon speak, studied each person he pointed out, from Alastor to the little Moon Squire (Ephesus). She’d heard some of the story for Oberon already, given that he spent a lot more time with her now than he did before the ancient Senshi came to live with Sessrumnir, but she never tired of more information.

“What does it say about the Moon Kingdom that there were no Knights of the Moon before?” she wondered. There was no suspicion or accusation in her voice, just genuine curiosity. “What does it say about the Code that it made the decision for itself that there should be Knights of the Moon now? I suppose it doesn’t matter what any of the Moon royalty would think if they’re all dead and gone.”

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Palatine, Knight of Venus

Palatine was intensely aware that she was out of place.

The longer she did this, the harder it was to ignore the relative youth of her allies. Even those she’d known over the decade since her awakening still seemed so young in comparison. Many of them were still full of hope.

Palatine was neither of those things.

She had a smile for Varuna, at least, but not much enthusiasm — pleased that Varuna had made friends, but unsure that her own presence was necessary among them. How was she supposed to relate to any of them? How were any of them supposed to relate to her?

“Of course,” she said anyway, unwilling to dash her niece’s happiness over her own misgivings.

Palatine didn’t even know what she was doing there, except that Sessrumnir had asked and she had just enough of a sense of duty to agree to help, even if the only help she had to offer was a bit of healing tea.

Deep Space Selinur.


He'd felt the pull, somewhat familiar to him, and had accepted it's pull without much hesitation. Someone, or something, needed him and who was he to deny it? Who knows what he might learn, and do, by answering the call. Not to mention if he was being called so where others in all likelihood...and he needed allies, something which still was odd for him when he thought about it. His home planet, his people, had never made alliances outside of their own...and here he was needing to build alliances.

Arriving on the forigne planet was better than his landing on Earth, he wasn't wet this time, and for a moment he took the time to sort himself out before looking around. The place was beautiful but it was, in his opinion, far too over the top. He'd never been interested in this sort of thing. While the colors were nice, and they looked good together, it was still too much for the senshi of glaze. Rather than continuing to look about he decided to focus on everyone who was here...and the feeling of chaos.

This chaos wasn’t the same as on his planet but it was still chaos - a lot of it. It was a strong and heavy feeling...oppressive. Everyone around him seemed stronger than him, as far as he could tell, but that didn’t bother him. He was still older than most here and had experiences with chaos that the others here did not, though he knew they could say the same. He belonged here. Even as the weakest here, because the battle against chaos needed to be won and he would help in defeating it….he would be there for every defeat of chaos if he could. He would see it destroyed, and perhaps a new silver millennium if they were all lucky. The planets needed to unite again as they once had….and his planet needed to continue as it had…just in a safer for the environment way.

Stepping forward he found the senshi who owned this homeworld at the head of things, ready to take the lead, and nodded his head once. As he nodded his right arm crossed his chest so his hand rested, as a fist, over his heart. “Alastor, a pleasure to see you again.” He didn’t say more, he didn’t need to, he was obviously here to help. These other people..most of them he’d never seen before and didn’t know. He assumed, and hoped, they were all ready for the task. This chaos had been here a long time and had taken that time to gain strength no doubt. It wouldn’t want to leave here.

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Transcendent Eternal Sailor Encke & Mauvian Viatrix

Encke and Viatrix had both been expecting the pull.

They had been serious when they had volunteered their help without any real hesitance. Encke's goals had always been wrapped up in the restoration of space for the multitude of beneficial reasons it provided, and to help people who had survived in space for this long wasn't an exception.

Viatrix, for her part, had committed to that purpose the moment she learned who her bonded had become and committed to it even deeper once she met the Velencians, once she met her children like Dagon--

(Was Dagon her actual child? No, of course not. But Viatrix was concerned over her anyway, and she was convinced every senshi she claimed as hers were hers. She took responsibility for them not because anyone asked but because it was personal, because she cared, because she wanted them to thrive, because--)

"I'm used to lightning through the air like this," murmured Encke, leaning toward Basiluzzo and the Mauvian that was standing at her full height between the two of them. "That's looking pretty eerie, though."

Viatrix glanced up, observing the patterns in the ceiling moreso than she was listening. It took a moment before she let her eyes wander to what was lighting up the other side of the stained glass windows, and she frowned. "This planet is filled with chaos, isn't it? That's the impression I got from the way Alastor talked." She sucked on her bottom lip, before looking back to the ceiling, puffing her chest out confidently in the process. "But we're here to end that."

Maybe she was overconfident, but seeing the spread of the people in the room, she saw no reason not to be.

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Super Sailor Hydor

He didn't know why he didn't ignore it. Curiosity, maybe. The inevitability of something else being irredeemably wrong just like everything else in Destiny City, maybe, and the begrudging acceptance of the fact that he was the b*****d that was stuck doing something about it.

He dully acknowledged that it was probably the plural bastards as he took in the people in the ... room? Hall? He assumed it had something to do with the eternal senshi who seemed to have a whole damn entourage at the front of the place, wherever the ******** they were. And he supposed the next part was the most important as he glanced up to the stained glass, as he glanced to the ceiling, as he tried to ascertain anything about the environment at all.

Hydor kept quiet, listening in to see if anyone else would speak first so he could piece together what was occurring--

Did that senshi over there have wings--

Were those real or were those just particularly fancy costume pieces?

He thought about asking, truly, but she was flitting off and talking to other people, and his eyes caught someone else entirely. Wasn't that-- "Ancha," he gestured toward himself, "probably not wise for someone with out-of-control magic to stay to themselves."

It was hard to tell if he was stating the facts or was just looking for a reason to have an ally nearby.

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Super Sailor Nembus

This hall was beautiful despite its imposing stature. What sat beyond the windows felt imposing too, and Nembus shrunk a bit deeper into herself at the concept of the darkness and the lightning on the other side. Both were elements she was familiar with.

Very familiar with, sometimes together--

She leaned toward Phaethon, wrapping her arms around herself in something of a self-hug as she looked toward the front of the room. She said she would do this, and she meant that. She had the experience that could help. She could be useful. Having utility was something she wrestled with, especially as she acknowledged that she could bring herself to do nothing. The Negaverse would have shamed her for it. By the same token, the Negaverse would have a lot to say about her current state-- The Negaverse came nowhere near this place, so far as she could tell. None of them were here. She was not in danger of having her head left behind in the darkness--

Nembus swallowed hard as she tried to unwrap herself.

Softly, she asked, "Are you ready for what we're going to see here?"

It was easier to assume concern about others than to let herself rest in the nightmares.



(( all are open to other interactions, but with the caveat that I am going to be fairly busy for the length of this ORP! ))

When Erytheia had heard about a Deep Space senshi who had Chaos on their world, the knight had practically said ‘yes’ right then and there. He knew all too well what Chaos could be like on a world. The devastation on his own wonder was still not healed completely.

He had even helped Ida when the worlds had been infested with Blight.

But this felt different. He’d known Ida before, been to her world. He had been the one to make the call when it was his own wonder.

Yet, he didn’t know Alastor or his world nor did he know much about the new senshi that had started appearing on Earth a year ago. He was glad to help, but, as he was carried away by the golden shimmer, he couldn’t help feeling awkward. How much help could he truly be if he knew next to nothing about these new senshi worlds?

Despite his experience now, he still could not shake the old demon of self-doubt.

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Meissa, Senshi of Bobcats

Meissa hadn't expected to feel anything relatively different when she powered up that night but shortly after drawing on the power of her world the teen felt a gentle tugging sensation. Ever wary the bluenette considered her options very carefully before allowing herself to be whisked away. If something was calling to her it must be very important. That being said even as she arrived to a great hall that had clearly seen some restoration attempts did the teen realize that she was not alone in answering the summons.

There was something to sigh in relief about when she concluded that all that were present were aligned with the side of order. The bobcat senshi took a patient, waiting stance to see what was the situation that she now found herself a part of. Already there seemed to be no signs of anyone that she knew and so with a quiet sigh did she find a place to sit and wait for answers to questions that she wasn't going to ask.

As she sat down Meissa had to admit that this trip into space at least seemed less chaotic than her most recent foray into world travel. Although with the whole Astraya thing, it wasn't like she had a choice.